warnings: afab reader, foursome, winter olympics hockey player au, d/s dynamics, pet names (puck bunny/bun, baby), dirty talk, oral (f/m receiving), deep throating, face sitting, fingering, finger sucking, cum swallowing, manhandling, spitroasting, (wc: 1.7k)
set in the on the edge winter olympics universe, but obviously a standalone fic because all this is, is absolutely rotten lol
“Why do you even like hockey?”
“You don’t like seeing buff grown men brawl it out?”
At least, this is the answer you give whenever anyone asks you why you’ve followed the South Korean national team all the way to the Winter Olympics in Sweden.
The real answer is far more obtuse, though who could really blame you?
When the captain sees you, he recognises you instantly, his face lighting up at the sign you’re holding, written in English, specifically for him: “I want to Bang Chan! ♡” He turns to tug at the centerman, Han Jisung, who snaps his head towards you, smiling just as wide and winking.
Your heart skips clumsily, in return blowing a kiss off of your fingertips for them that #1, Seo Changbin, intercepts, tucking it against his heart. Smiling, he sends you a kiss back, tapping his hockey helmet.
They scoop you from the stands after the game, coming off of a rough 5-4 win they barely squeaked in during overtime. All you’re good for is stress relief, but that’s exactly how you like your hockey players, anyways. “Our dumb, cock hungry puck bunny,” there’s fondness in Chan’s voice, especially as he pushes you down to kneeling on the tiled locker room floor.
You should be embarrassed over how roughly they treat you, being moved into place. Changbin picked you straight up once you were securely in the backrooms with them, arm wrapped around the crook of your knees, all but thrown you into the locker room. Your clothes are casualties on the floor, pulled piece by piece off of you by other hands as Changbin kisses you.
It makes you feel small, insignificant, but more importantly, so turned on you can’t think of anything but opening your mouth for Chan.
He grips your chin, pushing it in Jisung’s direction. “Oh, sick, open up wide, baby,” the younger man laughs, tugging his pants down, watching Chan squeeze the sides of your mouth open for him. Encouragingly, Jisung nudges the head of his cock against your lips, gasping at the sensation of your tongue, before rocking his hips, without much warning bottoming out into you.
Choking out a ragged groan, not expecting you to take his entire length so wholly, completely, he’s clearly impressed, judging by the next noise he makes. Your hands brace against his hips, push him further against you, your throat swallowing around him as you start seeing stars. Nose to his pubic bone, you don’t even really have space to breathe, letting him slide all the way out before he does it all over again.
It’s not an entirely comfortable position to be in, understatement of the century, but you’re glad for the attention, Jisung threading his hands through your hair. Another set of hands—not Chan’s, whose hands you are most familiar with, calloused and clever—slides their way up the small of your back.
Jisung jackhammers away, the spit and precum making the slide into your throat too easy. Every time he snaps his hips back, you struggle a breath, eyes rolling to the back of your head. Even the exertion of keeping your eyes open is too much, letting him get the relief he needs through fucking you.
Cock still in your mouth, you attempt a whimper that doesn’t get past how far he’s stuffed himself down your throat, constricting. This proves too much for him, and he comes unsteadily, spilling across your lips as he pulls out with a wet noise, his eyes shut. “Give a guy a warning when you do that, yeah, bunny?”
Mutely, you can only nod, jaw sore, allowing him to clean up the spittle and cum that had missed your mouth entirely, though clean up might not be the word you’d use for it. He takes special pleasure in smearing it with his thumb, tucking it back into your mouth for you to suck.
“What a pretty picture. Can you show it to us before you swallow?”
With how much you had been monopolised from the beginning, part of you had forgotten that there were three players to take care of. Changbin is pumping his cock greedily at the sight of you, mouth opening, tongue out to do as you’re told.
You make a show of swallowing for Changbin, slow, eyes closed, savouring.
“Fuck,” he curses, sucks air between his teeth as you’re hauled onto your hands and knees, exposed, vulnerable and waiting. “I don’t even know where I want to start with you.”
There are too many conversations directed at you for you to follow, and you feel lost, between Changbin’s cock in front of you, the suddenness of which Jisung grabs your face for a kiss, and the light touches pianoing from your shoulder to the curve of your spine.
Chan, still mostly clothed in the form fitting base layer that accentuates his muscles, touches you sweetly. He’s always so careful in that regard, as he kneels by your side, voice low and soothing, “You want me to get you ready for Bin’s cock?“
A brief respite, Jisung peels himself from you, attaching his mouth to your neck just for a split second, leaving his mark with a firm bite. It’s no less distracting, whiplash as you’re trying to figure out who to answer first, who to look at. He helps you along by turning you towards Chan, tilting your face up and away.
The way Chan wets his lips, you know it can only mean one thing. Parting your legs for him, he bites down on his bottom lip, sucking slightly. Seeing Chan like this makes your stomach flutter, drop all the way into the throbbing between your legs. “Take that as a yes, then?“
Your body suddenly feels like deadweight as he gives your ass a light smack, admiration for you not stopping there, fingers gathering the wetness at your slit. Mewling, you try to back yourself closer to him, to his fingers, the possibility of his mouth, finding yourself being held still as hands go around your neck.
The grip is loose, Changbin’s hands fisting your hair at your nape, just enough to hold you the way he wants to. “Don’t forget about me, bunny,” his tone of voice implies that he’s upset, the pout of his lips pursed, and you nod enthusiastically, hand curling around his dick.
It’s dripping with precum, the weight of it solid, your mouth watering in response. You begin to move your hand, jerking up and down unevenly. Despite the ache already in your jaw from earlier, you’re straining towards him, whining for it. “You’re so eager for someone who forgot all about me. Not yet. Just want to feel your pretty little hand on my big cock right now. What about Jisung, bun?”
Just the mere mention of the last member, who’s just watching the events transpire, has you turning your head to look for him. Right here, he kisses against your shoulder to say, pleased as punch to have had you first, perfectly willing to just rub aimless circles on your body.
From beneath you, you hear Chan rumble, laughing, “You really can’t do more than one thing as once, can you, bunny? Already so dumb just from a little bit of touching.” He’s somehow slipped himself, lying down, easing your legs open further before he grabs and forces you to sitting onto his face.
The stimuli courses through your body, how immediate he knows where you tick. He swirls his tongue experimentally, probing before finding your clit.
All this touching had been very nice, of course, Jisung’s cock all you needed with your mind full of hunger, but nothing compares to the feeling of being taken care of when you’re meant to take care of them.
His fingers squeeze hard into the flesh of your sides, keeping you open, the pressure of it ensuring bruising. While you couldn’t see him, you could feel him just plenty, lapping quickly, doing just as he said he would.
Rolling your palm across the head of Changbin’s cock, he shudders against you, and you’re dying to taste him, lips parted in a daze. In tandem with Chan’s tongue, you’re feverishly close, a product of being manhandled, of being wanted.
Suddenly, you feel the addition of two fingers, crowding against Chan’s tongue, and a kiss at the swell of your hip, a laugh. Dropping your head, you squirm as Jisung curls his fingers inside you. “He’s not getting the right spot, is he, baby?”
Choking out broken syllables that sound halfway between yes andplease, your back arches, pushing your cunt harder against Chan’s mouth, Jisung’s fingertips onto the right spot inside you. Your hand’s stalled, prompting Changbin to thrust himself against your cheek, leaking precum.
“Feeling good?” The tilt of your head backwards is all the answer he needs. “Don’t be selfish, bun. Look at how hard I am for you.” The words nearly fly over your head as Jisung scissors you open, fingers reaching deeper than Chan’s tongue ever could. Between the lascivious licks and the slow, methodical way you’re being pried apart, you almost feel like the orgasm is forced onto you, legs seizing around Chan’s cheeks.
He doesn’t stop his tongue, not until you’re shaking, whining loud and Changbin takes the opportunity to silence you, your mouth barely stretching around the girth of him.
Jisung’s fingers continue to thrust in and out of you, enjoying the feeling of your walls clenching around him, cresting already into another orgasm when Chan flattens his tongue against your clit. The pressure mounts deliciously, burning on close to overstimulation, but you only want more.
“Still so tight,“ Jisung hisses, mouth tracing your waist, interspersing open mouthed kisses with sloppy biting. When he pulls his fingers out of you, and Chan pushes you off of him, you feel as though all the bones were taken out of you, jello.
The arrangement changes again, and you’re grabbed, pulled, in three different directions, seated now on top of Chan’s lap. He holds your legs open, on display for the other two. “I don’t think you’re ready for Bin yet, are you? Even after all the work we’ve put into you.”
As the only one who hadn’t gotten any attention from you, he slides his cock against the slick of your pussy, wet and ready. “Guess I’ll have to fuck you open first, right?”
Shameless, as if you even ever had shame to begin with, you grind yourself down against him, and he laughs. “In due time. We’ll fill you up, fuck you full.”
+ pairing: bangchan x reader (est. relationship, dom! chan)
+ genre: smut (pwp)
+ wc:1.6k
+ warnings: dirty talk, slut shaming (ish), teasing, suggestion of bdsm (cuff play, spanking), use of traffic light system
+ rating:18+
A/N:Part 3 of my Stray Kids as Chase Atlantic lyrics. It’s been a while and I have been sitting on them for a long time. But I am back and ready to kick! Thank you @notyouropparand@ballelino for the support I couldn’t have done it without you.
LYRICS:~You’re buried in the pillow, yeah, you’re so loud, But I’m about to show you~(SLOW DOWN- CHASE ATLANTIC)
“Hang on tight, baby girl,” Bang Chan warned, his lips parting from yours for a second, before he dove right back smacking them to yours once more.
You hung helplessly onto him, your legs wrapped around his slender hips, too enraptured by the lewd wet sounds that echoed throughout the brightly lit corridor, and his tongue tracing yours. Your hands gripped tightly onto the lapels of his blazer, struggling to hold yourself up as his hand beneath your ass disappeared to open the door to your hotel room. Moaning into the kiss, you couldn’t help but wonder how his suit had not fallen apart yet.
The kiss was anything but soft, the harsh clash of his lips against yours, teeth clashing from time to time as you readjusted yourselves—it all made your head spin. Breathy pants reverberated throughout the room, and for a moment your swore you heard the squelch of your own pussy when Chan dropped you onto the bed.
“You thought you could play with me and win, didn’t you, baby?” His wide shoulders were shaking with his erratic inhales. Chan was normally a soft lover; he wouldn’t go past what you asked of him, nor would he be rougher on his own accord. But right then, as you laid unceremoniously over the pristine sheets, his form towering over yours—he looked positively feral.
“I-“ you couldn’t defend yourself, your thoughts too clouded by the image of his mussed hair, and red plump lips.
“Did you think, for one second Y/N,” he leaned over the bed, his hands either side of your ankles. “That you could pull that stunt in the restaurant, and not be punished for it?” His cold dark eyes regarded you with interest. Knowing he was waiting for an answer, you tried your best to find your voice despite the hot flushes that took over your whole body.
“Chan, I didn’t think-“ You couldn’t finish, watching in anticipation as he settled himself fully onto the bed, his body hovering over yours.
Chan gave out a humourless laugh, his fingers dancing over the soft skin of your calf making its way up your leg. “Of course you didn’t,” he cooed, his voice sounding anything but convinced. “You wouldn’t willingly try to grope me through my pants, underneath the table whenever our waiter was around.” His hand now reached halfway up your thigh, where he laid his palm gently over it.
You couldn’t keep up with the flurry of sensations wrecking through your body. You were incredibly aroused by your previous mischief; when you had indeed tried to grab his dick more than once under the table. You’d bent over lightly, your fingers tracing the edge of his belt, a sense of satisfaction coursing through you with each sharp inhale you withdrew from his lips. It was uncommon for you, but as the night progressed, and the wine encouraged you to become bolder, you took your light touches further, your palm coming into contact with his soft bulge. Intoxicated by his scent and the alcohol, you didn’t give up until you managed to make him buck his hips into your hand, soft moans leaving his mouth masked by the sounds of the patrons around you.
Chan tried to stop you multiple times. His grip firm on your wrist, his voice low as he warned you of what would happen if you carried on. And now? He was about to deliver.
“I warned you, didn’t I?” he sighed as if apologetic for what was to come.
You swallowed hard, witnessing in slow motion his hand bearing down on your thigh. The sting of the slap caught up with you quicker than the heat creeping up your spine.
“Fuck, Chan,” you moaned, your legs twitching. With each slap your core would throb, releasing more wetness into your already ruined panties. “Please, touch me.”
Chan ignored your pleas, his hand making contact with your already flushed skin multiple times. Revelling in your moans and choked requests for him to fill you up, he kept you on edge; his hands delivering pain, interspersed with false promises of pleasure, as he kneaded the skin of your inner thigh. Close enough to where you needed to be touched to spark hope, only for it to be squished when he’d simply retreat, admiring the reddened handprints marred on your skin.
“Chris,” you whined, unable to stand it any longer. Your underwear was a mess, and you were more in pain by the lack of attention to your cunt than from how tender he’d made your skin. Using his name was enough to garner his attention, his hand hovering above your thigh. He slowly lowered it, his eyes fixed on you.
Chan enjoyed the view. Your flushed skin, lips swollen from your own teeth, legs splayed out, traces of your arousal evident in the wet patch on your underwear.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, making your breath catch.
Unexpectedly, he slid an arm underneath your lower back, his other one carefully placed on top of your lower abdomen, and flipped you over making you yelp in your struggle to regain your balance.
“That’s how I want you to be,” he muttered, seemingly pleased with himself. From this position you couldn’t see him, but his pull on your hips told you enough of how he wanted you to present yourself to him. On your hands and knees. “That’s it baby girl, you’re learning fast.” An impish smile made its way past your face, and you wiggled your ass against his crotch. Your breath caught in your throat when you realised how hard he was for you.
“Y/N,” Chan warned before he grabbed a handful of your flesh, pulling you towards him, his clothed dick making contact with your core. “If you still want to play games, we can still play games, but it won’t end well in your favour.” He pointed his palms, spreading over the already bruised skin, making you jump. He enjoyed how receptive you were to his blows, but he also didn’t want to hurt you, so before he resumed his punishment, he carefully bent over to softly press a kiss to your ass.
“Colour?”, his voice softened for a moment and your heart swelled at his care.
“Green baby, keep going,” you reassured him and before you knew it, a sharp sting hit the swell of your ass, pushing you forward onto your forearms.
“You’re so wet baby, you barely need to be prepped,” Chan growled, his palm delivering another harsh blow to your ass, catching your pussy in the process. The sharp sting of his palm paired with the wet sound of his skin making contact with yours made you purr in delight.
Chan paused for a second, his hand hanging above your bottom, taking the moment to recompose himself. The sounds coming out of your throat as you rutted into air, desperate for more of his blows, had his cock twitching and almost ready to blow his load, prematurely all over your reddened skin.
“Are you a cat now, Y/N?” he growled, his hand bearing down harder onto your skin, this time making sure to catch your folds with his fingers. “You’re purring” He couldn’t take it anymore, the small cat-like sounds broken by your soft moans travelled down his spine making his cock twitch with lust.
“Since you’re so wet, you’re going to take me so well,” he praised you, voice softer than before.
“Please Chan, fill me up with your cock, punish me,” you pleaded, arching your back into his crotch.That was enough to spring him into action. Undoing his pants, he pulled his cock out and entered you with one swift thrust, not even bothering to take off your underwear. Jolted you let your head fall onto the pillow, as your folds parted around his girth with the dexterity and practice of someone who had done this more than enough times.
Chan was rarely rough with you, but tonight you seemed to have done it. Without giving you a chance to adjust to his cock he pulled it out, only to slam it back into you over and over again, bottoming you out with each move.
“You’re taking it so well baby, so well. Milking my cock so desperately despite it being a punishment… you’re such a glutton for it aren’t you?” he praised you, his fingers digging deep into the already sensitive flesh of your ass.
Screaming as loud as you could, you bit tighter into the pillow pushing your ass further back into his hips, meeting his thrusts. As his dick shoved into you harder, hitting the entrance of your womb repeatedly, you couldn’t do anything but allow yourself to let go. The buzzing underneath your skin intensified and you chanted his name like a prayer, until your throat felt raw and your head pounded to the rhythm of his plunges.
Any other senses were dulled, the white noise filling your ears made it hard for you to focus on the volume of your moans. Through the orgasm induced fog you could discern Chan’s voice as he bent over you, his hips slapping relentlessly into your ass as he stretched you open with his cock.
“You may want to slow down, baby girl,” he murmured, clicking the cuffs onto your wrist, “keep your voice down, I’m not even close to being through with you.”
Chan found a less than appropriate video of you online and he couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to hold that camera. Not that it took long for him to find out…
>>Pairing:Christopher Bang (dom) x fem!reader (sub) | idol!chan x camgirl!reader
>>Word Count: 6.1k
>>Genre:Oneshot / Smut
>>Warnings/Kinks:Begging, corruption, creampie, crying, filmed pornography, fingering, hands, light dumblification, manhandling, mentions of choking, mentions of food, mentions of oral, praise, scratching, unprotected sex
Chan just knew it was you.
It was hard to just ignore the natural instinct that it was, but, even then, everything about that video was familiar. That was yourhair cascading down the woman’s shoulders and yourthighs spread open in front of the camera. He recognized the plaid skirt he was always beyond astonished by hunched up around your waist. It had lost its function and did practically nothing to cover the lace panties underneath.
His mouth watered at the sight between your thigh-high sock covered thighs. Your wetness left little to the imagination as to what was hidden beneath the lace, soaking through the fabric and making it practically transparent. Your pussy looked so puffy and ready to be used. Chan had no doubt you had played with yourself prior and he wished he could have been the one to see it. To tell you what to do.
Honestly, you were just down the hall and he could do that if he truly wanted to. Make you play with yourself again until you are squirming and begging to cum, maybe even some tears spilling down your cheeks in frustration. But, he also couldn’t do that. Not if he didn’t want to potentially ruin the friendship between both of you. You trusted him to live with you and he wouldn’t ruin that. Not without a particularly strong - almost painful - shove.
So, instead, Chan sat on his bed, hand wrapped around his engorged erection in a weak attempt to control his urges as if you weren’t waiting there for him doors away. He was originally just looking for normal Twitter porn, scrolling endlessly until he found someone that looked remotely like you and imagined himself as the man fucking you. It was easier said than done simply because he had imagined making you feel good for so long that he knew that person wasn’t you. You wouldn’t sound like that. Your breasts didn’t look like that. Nothing about them was you.
But,thiswas you. Your gorgeous breasts waiting to be bit and sucked on as he held them with his big hands, feeling the weight of them. Your thighs waiting to be pinned down as he thrust himself inside of you. And your hands that could run through his hair as pleasure filled you up (or his cum).
Chan snapped himself out of his intrusive thoughts, looking down to realize he was pumping himself so fast mid-trance that he had already came. His white seed covered his fist and his boxers that sat around his thighs. Chan groaned in frustration before his focus snapped back to the screen when he heard what he considered to be the most beautiful sound in the world. Your moan.
Apparently, he had been so long in his imagination that you had time to slip your panties to the side and slide two fingers into yourself. You were pumping them steadily as your other hand was busy working slow circles on your clit. Despite the lack of likelihood he’d use it, Chan made sure to remember that. Remember the pace you liked. Fast pumps but slow circles. Fast but slow. Rough but love-making.
“Fuck, I’m going to cum! Please let me cum!”, your back arched against the familiar black bed sheets on your bed. Chan found himself disregarding his own body and brought his hand back to his hardening - but still recovering - cock, stroking it up and down slowly. He wanted to cum with you, imagine filling you up instead of your small fingers. Imagine that you were begging him for permission rather than all of your followers watching that very same livestream. It was obvious your pleas were meant for the commenters based on the way you bucked your hips towards the camera in front of you. He could only imagine your eyes were trained on a computer behind it, reading all the comments flooding in.
Chan couldn’t stop himself before he was typing with his free hand. He typed ‘No, edge yourself for us. Then you can cum’. He didn’t actually expect his comment to be the one among many to stand out to you but apparently it did because your eyes lit up with something he had never seen. Something devilish within those typically angelic eyes. Maybe he stood out because he had donated so much money along with the request or maybe it was exactly the order you were looking for.
Slowly you stopped your movements, whining desperately as your orgasm washed away as if it was never there to begin with. Chan stopped his own movements too, wanting to experience it all with you. Your clit was throbbing on the screen, obviously irritated that you had worked it so much just to not release. He watched as your chest rose up and down, trying to soothe your harsh breaths after you edged yourself. You just looked so pretty. So perfect.
Finally, your fingers dipped back into yourself. It was three this time and you scissor yourself open, giving Chan a clear view of your cunt. All he could do was imagine it was him there in place of your fingers as he wrapped his fist around his cock again, the cum from his previous orgasm lubricating the action.
“Fuck, want to cum. Really want to cum”, you started moving your fingers faster and Chan realized he had never seen you like this. Desperate. Typically, he was the desperate one. Even if it was just asking you for help when it came to cooking or a specific task from work. You were beyond independent and found a way to do practically any task alone, but, with this, you wanted to be praised and watched. Want to know you’re doing well.
So, Chan answered. ‘Good girl, you can cum now. You’ve done so well’. As soon as it was sent in, your body started shaking. Your poor little body just couldn’t take the edging anymore and apparently his permission was all you needed because your fingers were soaked before Chan could even blink. His own orgasm joined yours, spilling over his hand and onto the bed sheets.
Even with his hips bucking wildly into his hands, he just couldn’t stop as he watched your fingers come back out of you. They were glistening in the light with your juices. Now all Chan wanted was to suck on them, tasting you in the most lustful way. He betted that you tasted more delicious than anything he had had before.
If only he could be in front of that camera too. He’d eat you out until you were crying and begging for him to let you cum. He’d let everyone know who you really belonged to as they watched you moan and plead beneath him.
Chan’s hand stopped moving as an idea popped in his head. He was now staring at a blank screen since you had ended the video and thoughts of joining you one day was all he could think. Well, until he realized just what camera you were using.
It was hiscamera. The one he recorded lives on or took with him for photography purposes. He had been wondering why it kept disappearing around the same time everyday. Originally, he had just thought you took it for photos of yourself (you had always had a knack for taking amazing photographs of yourself to post) for your social media. But, apparently, the reality was much more scandalous.
Chan knew that it was his camera. It was the same level of quality and the volume of your voice was the same as his own in his videos. He just guessed that you definitely deleted the footage before you returned it to him since he had never seen them before now.
“Chan! I have your camera and I was wondering if you’ve seen my laptop?”, you softly knocked on his door and Chan’s head jerked to look at it, panic seeping in when he returned his gaze to his lower half. He was covered in his own sin and your laptop was sitting on his bed with your own porn video up. You were definitely not coming in yet.
“Hold on!”, he called back as he scrambled to get up, wincing when the bed screeched against the floor. He knew you were anything but stupid but, at this time, he hoped you were a little too dense to realize just why he couldn’t answer the door right away. Chan’s fluffy hair swayed back and forth in front of his eyes. Typically, he loved his longer hair but it was a nuisance at the time. It just needed to get out of his fucking way.
He grabbed a clean rag off of his bathroom counter and quickly wiped away the remnants of his session, the cloth becoming sticky in his grip. Rinsing it all off proved to be more difficult than he thought when all he could think about was how you were waiting for him on the other side of that door just minutes after you had filmed a video of you touching yourself. That he had watched.
Chan pulled his boxers and gym shorts back up his legs and to his hips after he had wiped those off too, turning his waist around in different directions to inspect himself and make sure nothing was left over. Finally, he turned back to your laptop and cleared the history and tabs on it before shutting it down and closing it. As if nothing happened.
Chan had to laugh as he walked towards the door. You stole his camera to record your own masturbation session while he stole your laptop to watch said video. Apparently you two were more perverted than he had previously thought. Then again, it wasn’t exactly his fault that his computer had decided to stop working (probably due to similar searches that had brought him to you).
“What’s so funny?”, you tilted your head cutely when Chan had finally opened his door and if he hadn’t just witnessed what he did then he would’ve continued being fooled by your innocent aura. You were just so kind and Chan knew you had never been in a relationship before. He wasn’t sure if it was because you just weren’t interested, liked being independent, or you were too busy for one.
The thing is that it was none of those things. Chan didn’t know that at the time but the reason you turned down so many men was because they could never live up to the person you truly wanted.
The person that lived just down the hall from you.
“Oh nothing. Jisung just texted me a really funny joke”, Chan shrugged and looked you up and down before he could stop himself. It wasn’t new for you two to share clothes since you were so close but something about seeing you in basically only his shirt after what you just did set a fire within his stomach. A fire that just couldn’t be extinguished no matter the relationship you two seemed to have.
“What was it? He really does have the funniest jokes”, you grinned as you handed the camera back to him. The small device felt oddly heavy in his hands. He could feel the weight of what it now symbolized to him. The devil inside of your angel. The hidden side of you.
Chan looked back up at you and realized he didn’t actually have a joke on the spot to tell you. He simply turned around and put the camera on his bedsheets before he grabbed your laptop and handed it to you. You hugged it to your chest as you patiently waited for his answer, your body rocking side to side on your feet.
“You’ll have to ask him. It just isn’t as funny when I say them”, Chan chuckled with a shrug. He was looking for any escape but there was none. He’d have to get past you and that would seem rude.
“Ah, alright. Are you going to the studio tonight?”, you finally moved back and turned to go into the living room. Chan let out probably the longest sigh of relief ever and followed behind you, happy to have a little room to think things over. You were just so intoxicating that thinking wasn’t really his strong suit around you.
“Yeah, I need to work on the last song for the album”, he nodded, sitting on the opposite couch as you. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He never sat that far from you. If anything, he was always smothering you with his head in your lap. He just loved the feeling of your hands going through his hair.
“Well, remember what I told you. Get back home early and get enough sleep. Oh, and I’ll pack you some food real quick”, there were many layers when it came to your personality. The layer that Chan saw the most. An almost motherly layer that took good care of him and any other people you cared for. Of course, there were other layers that were slowly showing. The teasing layer that made fun of him when he was stupid and called him out on his problems. The creative layer that helped him finish his songs and is able to figure out a solution to any issue that seems to come up. And, the most recent revelation, the devilish layer that didn’t care what others thought as long as you felt good. The layer that allowed for you to fulfill your wishes rather than focus on the wishes of others.
He liked that layer.
“Actually, want to come with me? I’m having a little trouble finishing this song”, Chan finally worked up the courage to ask after a small internal battle. He had a lot of those battles and it was slowly eating him alive. He wanted to be able to be with you without thinking about the possibility of going too far.
“Sure! I’ll bring my laptop so I can work too while I help”, you grabbed some of the leftovers from the fridge and stuffed it into a lunchbox for him along with an ice pack. It was no secret that Chan wasn’t very good at house chores. So, you took care of most of those and he would take care of most of the rent. It wasn’t that you didn’t work. You were probably one of the most hardworking people Chan had ever met. He just didn’t see it fair for you to do all of that work and still have to pay for half of the rent.
“Thank you”, Chan gently took the lunchbox and leaned forward before he could stop himself, pressing a soft kiss against your forehead like he always did. It was his way of showing thanks and love to you and your heart would always flutter painfully in your chest when he did it. It just felt so nice and comforting.
“You’re welcome. Ready to go?”, he put his finger up as a silent gesture to wait, walking back to his bedroom to grab that camera. He walked back out and you weren’t there. Your bedroom door was closed so he just assumed you were changing and he knew you would just assume that the camera would be for a live.
But that’s not exactly what he had in mind.
The only sound in the studio was the typing from both of the computers. Every now and then, Chan would let you listen to what he had so far through the headphones. You’d tap your foot to the beat or make a brief suggestion to better it before you went to sit down and work again.
You were still going through college courses as well as working as a product tester. It was actually a pretty interesting job and it did provide you with amazing problem-solving skills. There was always something that could be approved upon with products and, in a little more of a complex way, humans were just breathing products. Breathing issues.
But Chan’s issues weren’t really outside related. They were within him. In his rapidly beating heart, his memory, and his own personal butterflies massacring his stomach.
They were within his lovefor you.
“Song check, please”, he turned around in his chair, holding out the headphones to you. You looked up and nodded, getting up with no hesitation. If he wasn’t such a coward, Chan would just grab your hips and have you work on his lap.
But, he just watched as you put those headphones on and started the song again, listening through carefully. In reality, Chan took these moments to watch you. To watch as your eyes lit up when you found a particular part you liked or how your hips swayed along with the rhythm. He found himself remembering that people fell inlove. It wasn’t simply a feeling. It was a place.
Youwere his place. His home.
“I love it. Everything is perfect. Do you have ideas for the lyrics?”, you hovered the headphones over his head and carefully placed them above his ears again. His hair looked like it wanted to fight against the restraint of them and it was wildly adorable to you.
“I actually think I do. But, that’s a secret”, it wouldn’t be the first time one of his songs was about you. About those layers he loved. Whenever he looked at you, his mind ran wild with lyrics about just how much he adored you. About how much he wanted you but couldn’t have you.
“Professional as always, I see”, you joked, playfully ruffling his hair as if he was one of those dogs you petted at the park. Chan realized that maybe his favorite thing about you was that you didn’t try to burn out his flame of madness. You fed it. You blew on it and made it grow larger. You didn’t want him to be perfect or “normal”. You wanted him as he was. And he wanted you as you were.
You two fed each others’ flames. Maybe they even join together at times to make a more powerful fire.
The only issue with fire is that, while it can be beautiful, it can be dangerous. It could offer warmth and protection but it could also offer destruction and pain. Chan was just simply hovering his hand over that flame. Whether he stuck his hand in was up to him. Whether he wanted to get a chance at finding happiness or getting burned was up to him.
“It’s not for a professional reason”, Chan looked up at you as he placed his big hands on your waist, drawing circles on the skin underneath your shirt there. His hands were cold against your warm skin and you wanted to just melt into a puddle.
“What is the reason then?”, Chan couldn’t answer that. He was getting dangerously close to that fire, about to taste the pain of burning. His heart was going to be set aflame and there would be nothing he could do to stop it. No extinguisher for his emotional trauma.
So, instead, he moved one of his hands and grabbed your own, intertwining them. You watched as he moved your hands towards his chest, pressing your palm against his thin shirt over his heart. You could feel the once steady beat pound harder and faster against his skin. You could even feel your own heart beating faster to match his. Synchronizing with one another. Your heart sang out for his.
“I don’t understand”, Chan chuckled weakly and took a deep breath. Slowly, you realized just what that song you had listened to meant. While it had no lyrics and was really just the base for something much more beautiful, the beat was slow and heart wrenching and then fast-paced and fun. The two sides of the coin of love. It can be painful and beautiful. The only issue was that it was obvious Chan had been losing that coin toss for a while.
“Me too”, you whispered and Chan could almost hear the relief in your voice. Maybe he wasn’t the only one that was losing that coin toss. Maybe you were hovering your hand over that flame longer than he had been. He’d never know.
“Can I?”, wait, there is something you have to tell him before you give in to the little devil on your shoulder that was telling you to smash your lips against his. He was waiting there for you, looking up at you with more warmth than you had ever seen before. So much admiration.
“There’s something you should know. It’s not something I’m proud of but-”, Chan bursted out laughing and you just stood there, utterly confused. Did you look weird? Was there something on your face?
“That you’re a bit of a porn star? I know”, you had to stand there for a moment. You were honestly surprised that your mouth wasn’t hanging open in shock. How did he know? Did he fucking hear you? That’s so embarrassing-
“I actually accidentally found your latest video”, Chan rubbed the back of his neck as he looked at the camera sitting there on his desk. You never could’ve expected Chan to be one to find time to watch those kinds of things. It had never even dawned on you that he could find you easily. Your videos weren’t much of a secret anymore even if your face was never in them.
“And you still like me? I felt like that was a turn off for men”, your best friend shook his head quickly, pulling you over to sit on his lap. Your hands gripped his shoulders as you straddled him, being careful not to move and reveal that devilish layer itching beneath your skin. A layer that was only one movement away from ripping through and devouring you whole.
Your videos were just a temporary solution to appease the most sinful parts of yourself. To stop yourself from doing things you may regret.
“If it was then you wouldn’t be making money, right? I actually find it really attractive. You look exquisite on video. Plus, it’s your body so do what you want with your body”, Chan’s veiny hands ran up your thighs, pushing the fabric of your skirt up in the process. If he looked down then he could see how your panties stuck to your cunt. Or, even better, you weren’t wearing any at all.
“I’ve never actually filmed with a partner before. Although, you know that. I never brought anyone over”, you giggled softly, finding it strangely ironic that you made those types of videos with barely any experience at all. It was all just with you. You had never had a body pressed against your own and controlling you. Never had a Chan to help with your needs.
“Want to change that?”, Chan smirked, grabbing the camera and teasingly waving it in front of your face. You gulped, trying to swallow back down your desires. To try to think a logical thought. That the lighting wasn’t right or that your friendship was too valuable. But how could you think such things when the man you truly loved was sitting below you, ready to own you in the most primal way possible.
“Yeah, I want to change that”, you nodded surely, the devil finally ripping through your skin. Chan could see it happening. Your eyes got darker, hips grinding down against his. It was obvious all you cared about at that moment was pleasure. And if Chan’s way of getting it was through recording the moment you two meet then you were willing to do it.
“Lift it up then, babygirl”, you understood what he meant as he got the camera ready, his big hands fiddling with the buttons to turn it on. You lifted up your skirt, revealing the soft white cotton panties underneath. It was obvious you had gone for comfortable clothes after your previous video but Chan could care less. He didn’t want them on much longer anyways.
“Ready?”, you looked up to see the camera pointed down to between your legs and you nodded, leaning in to press your lips to Chan’s. His lips were so soft and plump, molding into yours perfectly. The kiss was like fire coursing through your veins and Chan didn’t help the feeling when he gripped the back of your hair possessively with his free hand, pulling you even closer to his body. Your chest was pressed against his and all he wanted to do was push his hands underneath your shirt, feeling how hard your nipples got just from the contact his cold hands gave. Except, that would have to wait for another time. He just really needed you.
“Alright, it’s on now”, Chan pecked your lips before he turned the camera on, looking at the screen to make sure everything was in focus. It was and now all he wanted was to rip your panties off and film you as you rode him. The only issue with that is that you were a virgin and he wasn’t going to hurt you. You needed to be ready.
“Push them aside for me, okay?”, he gently instructed and you nodded, lifting your hips up to push your panties to the side, revealing your glistening cunt to him. He ran his free hand along your slit, collecting your wetness with his fingers. Once the camera was focused on your pussy, Chan pushed one finger in slowly, making sure you were ready for more. The stretch was more than your own finger and you had to move your knees a little further apart but it was nothing unbearable.
“More, princess?”, Chan tilted his head, listening intently to the sounds of your cunt sucking in his fingers. He could only hope the camera would pick up on such a beautiful sound.
“Yes, please”, you nodded quickly, placing your hands on Chan’s broad shoulders for leverage as he pushed two more fingers into you, curling them to reach that special spot inside of you. Then, he started moving the fingers back and forth quickly, ramming into that spot over and over again as sparks ran down your spine each time that spot got hit. Your fingers could only ever barely reach that spot, brushing up against it needily. Chan’s fingers seemed to be able to go past it because the tips of his fingers were having no problem finding that spot.
“Right there! Just keep doing it right there”, you whimpered, your nails digging into the soft skin of your best friend’s shoulders. Chan was sure he wouldn’t be able to go shirtless around anyone anytime soon but he could care less. He was finally meeting the devil he had fallen in love with just as much as the angel. It felt so good to finally experience both and to know that his feelings were returned.
Chan would’ve loved to watch you come undone all over his fingers but, right now, he just wanted to watch you bounce on his cock like he’s sure you’ve been dreaming of. Now that he thinks about it, you must’ve imagined him doing all those things to you that you did on camera. Just as he did during his masturbation sessions.
“Sorry, princess. I want you to cream on my cock instead”, he grinned and pulled his fingers out right before your release was about to snap. You whined loudly and gripped his wrist, trying to bring his fingers back to their rightful place. Chan just shushed you and pointed to his belt, a clear order for you to take it off since his hands were busy holding the camera. You nodded obediently and fumbled with his belt buckle, making him chuckle as he watched you struggle.
Eventually, you got it off (you had no clue why Chan had decided to go with the tightest it could go) and pulled his jeans and boxers down, revealing the absolutely mouth-watering sight of his hard cock. You knew he had big dick energy but damn. You should’ve seen it coming from when you would joke around about him having a small one and he’d just laugh. A short little chuckle to hide all that was hiding inside his jeans.
“Go at your own speed. I know it’s your first time and I don’t want to hurt you”, Chan’s free hand gently kneaded the skin of your hip, reassuring you that he would never be upset that you took your time. If anything, he wanted this to last forever. He had nowhere to be except inside of you.
You nodded, a small smile playing on your lips as you wrapped your hand around him. The fact that your hand couldn’t fit all the way around the base made your mouth water. You had always imagined what it would be like for him to be buried deep inside of you but now you’d finally get to experience it. He was going to be much better than any dildo you’ve used. You could already tell that.
“Can I kiss you while I do it?”, Chan almost cooed at how cute you looked. You were hovering above his cock and it was rubbing itself between your folds as you rocked your hips back and forth. It felt amazing to have your own slick coating his dick but Chan held his attention on how your eyes sparkled, shining with the hope that you’d be able to kiss him again. Maybe he wasn’t alone when he imagined what it would be like to have your lips pressed together. Maybe that kiss felt as good to you as it did to him.
“Of course, babygirl”, he nodded firmly, cupping your cheek before he softly pressed his lips back against your’s, offering a sense of safety as you finally began to sink down on him. The tip slightly burned as it pushed through your entrance, stretching it much further than any toy you had used prior. Still, it would’ve hurt much worse if you weren’t so wet for him. The juices lubed him up enough to get further inside of you and Chan almost came right then and there when he saw the bulge within your stomach on the camera screen. He’d have to get your gorgeous moans in one of his songs, the video on a disc for him to watch whenever he wanted, and a shirt of his for you to wear for your next one. There has to be a next one.
“Feel good?”, Chan cooed, watching as your eyes practically rolled into the back of your head once your butt finally landed on his thighs. He was all the way inside of you and watching Chan’s big hand press down on his bulge fondly made you whimper, desperately grinding your clit against his pelvic bone. You were already shaking and Chan moved his hand to your hip, gripping the skin underneath your skirt to help you move, controlling your speed in a way that would help him find what would make you let go of all of your sanity. That would make you think of just his cock and how good it was making you feel.
“Mhm! It feels really good. Keep going that speed, please”, hearing that sweet melody of naughty and nice was perfect. The innocence of your manners and begging mixed with the instructions that you knew made you feel good. Chan could do nothing but obey, keeping his pace steady as he thrusted up into you. Your nails were practically ruining his shoulders at this point but the sting only reminded him that he was making you feel thatgood.
Plus, he had to look up and watch once he heard the sniffling, steady tears falling down your cheeks from the feelings rushing through you. Chan could tell it wasn’t due to pain. You always tend to cry from overwhelming emotions. Apparently that involved pleasure as well.
“Want to cum, princess? Gonna cum all over my cock like I wanted?”, Chan’s eyelids fluttered as he rested his head back against the chair, feeling his cock throb inside of you with the undenying need to fill you up and watch his cum spill down your thighs. You nodded quickly, moving your hands down to press against his chest. Chan could just tell you were barely holding onto reality, your hands your only way to stay sane as your pussy clenches around him.
Finally, the knot inside of you snapped apart and you came, leaking all over Chan’s cock and spilling out to stick to his thighs. Feeling you tighten up around him was enough for his own release to come and he started to spill himself inside of you, coating your walls in warm white.
He watched with heavy breaths as sweat rolled down your thighs along with the mixture of cum, creating a beautifully nasty waterfall. Chan pecked your lips before he stopped filming, placing the camera on the desk once again. Both of his hands rubbed the skin of your sore thighs in slow circles, almost drawing on them as if he were lost in thought.
“You okay?”, he looked up at you, noticing how you had a small lopsided grin on your face. He was confused until you started giggling, your head falling forward to the point that your forehead rested against his shoulder. He couldn’t help but override his confusion with his own chuckling, lighthearted sounds that cut through the tension like a freshly sharpened knife.
“Yeah, I’m okay. Although, I never thought I’d be doing this today”, you smiled, sitting up to softly kiss Chan’s forehead, a silent thanks for his concern. He almost melted from the feeling of your soft lips and your arms wrapping around his waist, cheek pressed against his chest.
“Neither did I but I don’t regret it at all. Let’s get you laid down and you can rest. I’ll go get us some food if that’s okay?”, he spoke softly, his chest vibrating from his voice. You wrapped your legs around his waist and Chan’s hands cupped securely under your thighs to get up, walking you over to the couch you were previously sitting on. He cautiously laid you down and made sure you were comfortable before he draped his hoodie over you.
“That’s okay. Just come back quickly”, you nodded and Chan nodded back, pecking your lips before he was making his way out the door, closing it behind him. You were left alone to think about what just happened. If you regretted letting go like that. If you regretted letting him film you like that.
You didn’t. You felt safe more than anything.
Maybe it was the comforting smell of his hoodie around you or the way he checked up on you but something about Chan made you know he would never hurt you or break your trust. Your trust was his everything. He made that clear just through your friendship.
Your eyes shut before you could stop them, relaxing your sore muscles against the firm furniture. Chan would always come back to you and that realization helped you fall asleep.
You didn’t know how long you had been out but when you woke up from the sound of rustling, your vision cleared up to see a vase of flowers and a plan B box sitting beside you on the coffee table, making you chuckle under your breath.
“Takeout?”, you sat up and looked over at that same computer chair to see Chan sitting with a takeout box on his lap. His warm smile lit up the room and it seemed infectious, making energy spike through your body as you got up to get your food.
“Takeout”, you nodded, taking the box away from him before you started walking towards the couch again. Chan shook his head with a grin, watching how your cute hips swayed as you walked. Then, his gaze wandered upwards, a thoughtful hum filling the air once his eyes were on your neck.
“What are you thinking about?”, you asked, tilting your head as he hummed again once you had turned back around. You took a bite of your food as you waited for his answer, stuffing your cheeks with the delicious fast food.
“Nothing much. Just how pretty my hands would look around your throat”, and you spit out your food.
Warning: angst, swearing, some fluffy tones, enemies to lovers, arranged marriage, slow burn, Knight!Bangchan, Princess!reader, royal au, mentions of supernatural powers, mentions of toxic family relationships, gunplay, mentions of poison, mentions of gouging out eyes, mentions of war, gore, blood mention, weapon mentions, russian roulette mention, mention of self harm, mentions of suicide, age gap mentioned, needles mentioned, power dynamics, classism, smut, oral (m. and f.receiving), handjob, hair pulling, choking, breathplay, hand kink, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), voyuerism, dom!Chan, brat!reader
Synopsis: Bangchan believes that everything is going well. He believes that that the two of you are happy, especially after the night at The Amethyst. Oh, how wrong he is.
A/N: Please note that the last scene there is a rather violent gun scene. No member in Stray Kids is actually holding the gun but there are members involved. Triggering scenes bolded and in italics.
Remember the acts committed in this are not representative of Stray Kids and their character. This is purely friction.
Warning: angst, swearing, some fluffy tones, enemies to lovers, arranged marriage, slow burn, Knight!Bangchan, Princess!reader, royal au, mentions of supernatural powers, mentions of toxic family relationships, gunplay, mentions of poison, mentions of gouging out eyes, mentions of war, gore, blood mention, weapon mentions, russian roulette mention, mention of self harm, mentions of suicide, age gap mentioned, needles mentioned, power dynamics, classism, smut, oral (m. and f.receiving), handjob, hair pulling, choking, breathplay, hand kink, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), voyuerism, dom!Chan, brat!reader
Synopsis: Bangchan believes that everything is going well. He believes that that the two of you are happy, especially after the night at The Amethyst. Oh, how wrong he is.
A/N: Please note that the last scene there is a rather violent gun scene. No member in Stray Kids is actually holding the gun but there are members involved. Triggering scenes bolded and in italics.
Remember the acts committed in this are not representative of Stray Kids and their character. This is purely friction.
Warning: angst, swearing, some fluffy tones, enemies to lovers, arranged marriage, slow burn, Knight!Bangchan, Princess!reader, royal au, mentions of supernatural powers, mentions of toxic family relationships, gunplay, mentions of poison, mentions of gouging out eyes, mentions of war, gore, blood mention, weapon mentions, russian roulette mention, mention of self harm, mentions of suicide, age gap mentioned, needles mentioned, power dynamics, classism, smut, oral (m. and f.receiving), handjob, hair pulling, choking, breathplay, hand kink, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), voyuerism, dom!Chan, brat!reader
Synopsis: Bangchan believes that everything is going well. He believes that that the two of you are happy, especially after the night at The Amethyst. Oh, how wrong he is.
A/N: Please note that the last scene there is a rather violent gun scene. No member in Stray Kids is actually holding the gun but there are members involved. Triggering scenes bolded and in italics.
Remember the acts committed in this are not representative of Stray Kids and their character. This is purely friction.
Warning: angst, swearing, some fluffy tones, enemies to lovers, arranged marriage, slow burn, Knight!Bangchan, Princess!reader, royal au, mentions of supernatural powers, mentions of toxic family relationships, gunplay, mentions of poison, mentions of gouging out eyes, mentions of war, gore, blood mention, weapon mentions, russian roulette mention, mention of self harm, mentions of suicide, age gap mentioned, needles mentioned, power dynamics, classism, smut, oral (m. and f.receiving), handjob, hair pulling, choking, breathplay, hand kink, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), voyuerism, dom!Chan, brat!reader
Synopsis: Bangchan believes that everything is going well. He believes that that the two of you are happy, especially after the night at The Amethyst. Oh, how wrong he is.
A/N: Please note that the last scene there is a rather violent gun scene. No member in Stray Kids is actually holding the gun but there are members involved. Triggering scenes bolded and in italics.
Remember the acts committed in this are not representative of Stray Kids and their character. This is purely friction.
Warning: angst, swearing, some fluffy tones, enemies to lovers, arranged marriage, slow burn, Knight!Bangchan, Princess!reader, royal au, mentions of supernatural powers, mentions of toxic family relationships, gunplay, mentions of poison, mentions of gouging out eyes, mentions of war, gore, blood mention, weapon mentions, russian roulette mention, mention of self harm, mentions of suicide, age gap mentioned, needles mentioned, power dynamics, classism, smut, oral (m. and f.receiving), handjob, hair pulling, choking, breathplay, hand kink, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), voyuerism, dom!Chan, brat!reader
Synopsis: Bangchan believes that everything is going well. He believes that that the two of you are happy, especially after the night at The Amethyst. Oh, how wrong he is.
A/N: Please note that the last scene there is a rather violent gun scene. No member in Stray Kids is actually holding the gun but there are members involved. Triggering scenes bolded and in italics.
Remember the acts committed in this are not representative of Stray Kids and their character. This is purely friction.
Bangchan liked to think that he knew your family quite well. After all, he had served them for most of his life, starting at the young age of 13. Whether it had been a soldier, a Knight in training, Knight of Seven and then finally Knight of One, Bangchan liked to think that he had a grasp of what the royal family was like. He knew you had four siblings, all of which had quite the polarizing personalities to make up from the years of His Majesty’s neglect. Not that he would ever say it out loud, but there were enough rumours to go around and his own experience with your father to conclude what was true about him and what was not.
One thing he found out to be true was the cruelty he had towards Carine. Part of him felt bad for not knowing Carine as well, but she was much younger than him and he hadn’t even spent much time speaking with her. He couldn’t even remember a time seeing her in person, perhaps once or twice on television but never face to face. He remembered thinking that there could possibly be no way a father would treat their youngest like that. He hardly ever believed any of the gossip that floated around. He was more a see it to believe kind of man. However, after hearing about her marriage, the outburst you had at the council meeting and the accidental mistake of overhearing your conversation with Felix he was smart enough to deduce the blind torment that your younger sister had to endure. Part of him thought of intervening, possibly using his own status to take her back, but that would likely ruin your family’s relationship with Solis and during times of war it was necessary to keep allies. Especially rich, closest to the border of an enemy country, allies. Still, he would try his best to get to know her when the chance arose.
Chan had gotten to know the rest of your family though, having worked with your three older siblings quite often. Cordelia was someone extremely skilled on the battlefield, having only ever lost to himself. Her display of extremely cold-blooded exterior, dismissing anyone that she felt was opposed herself and her family was one of the faces she wore. One that Bangchan had always admired, however the true admiration he had was not for her on the battlefield but as an older sibling. Seeing her exterior change within private conversations and close one on one combat training, could make anyone question if she even had had a ruthless demeanor. The one that doted on her younger sisters in the absence of their mother, the one that had always put her soldiers, no matter what rank, before any other. That was something that Chan admired about your sister. The two of them often talked, mostly about family and caring for their family, having been older siblings and it seemed the Cordelia had taken a liking to him and he her. If he had to choose any sibling of yours to turn to, it would have been her.
Then there was Euliya, who he has known the longest since they were close in age, she was only a couple years older than him in fact. She was smart, true but despite the facade she wore, Bangchan could immediately detect when she was lying.There was no special trick to it really, it had just been obvious from the start. True, Euliya’s beauty equaled her cleverness, which she had an abundance of, but there was something about the way she held herself, the way she had never shown him one sincere expression, that he could read her easily. Euliya never liked him for that. He had only remembered once someone with her gifted manipulation skills tried to win over his mind and loyalty, as she had done with many men over. It never worked and after Chan had promptly rejected her, the sweet sarachine tone of her voice turned cold. Almost as if every word she had uttered to him was supposed to be a dagger in the heart. It never affected him though, not once.
And lastly you and Schneizel. Possibly the most complex, the most polar opposite yet so very similar of the bunch of your family. Not only had the two of you been gifted with the power of Geas, but your personalities were quite similar, almost to the point that Chan had thought Schneizel had placed his own consciousness within you. Both charismatic and calculating with the way you both carried yourselves. Schneizel, despite appearing to have strong emotions to the public, seemed to have a stoic personality. You were quite the same way, the outbursts that you have against your brother, Bangchan noticed, was more of a form of trying to be heard, to be seen. After all, despite seeming to care for his siblings, Chan knew it was a ruse.
At first he didn’t want to believe it. Only taking your words with a grain of salt because he knew that being engaged would lead to some false words said between the two of you. Chan had disagreed with your brother plenty of times, never truly voicing it, however he could hear the way that Schneizel’s tone would undermine him if he did decide to vocalize any displeasure. Even during the meeting they had about Carine and what her situation was to be, Chan has vocalized his displeasure to Schneizel told him to stay out of family affairs. He would have spoken up more but your father, gently, told him to cease. To which he followed, after all his loyalties were towards his King. And then the meeting was never to be mentioned and he was sure Cordelia must have told you differently, Chan had been there. He knew that Schneizel wasn’t afraid to sacrifice his own siblings back then, so it was no surprise he was doing it now. As the eldest, and an older brother himself, he knew that there was no way to act as an older sibling. Siblings weren’t pawns in a game you simply use for your lean game, siblings— family— were people that you had a connection with, one that was supposed to be filled with unconditional love no matter how much they annoyed you. The thought had disgusted him, even more than ever after seeing up close how your siblings had treated you.
Having been so lost in his train of thought, he hardly noticed the person rounding the corner on the way to the Council Room and causing them to stumble. Thankfully, due to fast reflexes, he was able to catch whoever it was. Or so he wanted, because apparently the person had impeccable timing because they eased themself upward again before he even could. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t realize- Oh! Chan!” Bright, round, glittering eyes caught his attention.
He would have known that voice anywhere. After years of hard work, misbehaving as a Knight in training, sneaking away to get snacks back in the barracks of the training ground and nearly a decade of friendship, Chan would recognize Sana in a heartbeat. Even with the new almost silver-greyish hair she now was dawning. “Hey.” He said, immediately wrapping his arms around her, not caring much for the staff that was walking through the halls. It was probably improper of him to be such, especially because the two of them were both Knights of The around, but also because he was engaged. He didn’t care though, he hadn’t seen Sana since Cordelia had departed for negotiations in the North last Winter Season. “When did you get back?”
Her eyes and lips turned upward in the most cute way. Yes, Sana was his best friend who was a girl, but there was no denying she was cute. Bangchan could admit that in his younger years he had a crush on her but now he only saw her as an older sister and someone he had to protect. “I think Saturday night. We got back right as your photos hit all the tabloids.”
Right, the photos. The reason that Schniezel had called the two of you both into the Council Room in the first place. The image painted in his mind made the heat immediately go all the way up his neck to the tips of his ears. “Ah, about that…”
“No need to explain.” Sana said, as sweetly as ever, even giggling at his reaction. “Though it does explain why you haven’t been answering my messages.”
Chan gave her a rather dramatic scrunch of his brow, shaking his head and smiling down at her. “I’ve been busy.”
Sana scoffed at me. “Keep in your pants, you still have a wedding to wait for. Unless you didn’t wait.” His face immediately tinted pink as he avoided her gaze to which Sana smacked him. “You dirty nasty— I thought you were a cute innocent Koala Bear but you’re just a dirty dog.” She squealed, playfully smacking his arm.
“You know hitting a Knight of The Round is punishable by death.” He teasingly threatened as he shook his head, clearly embarrassed. “Please, you know I’ve barely touched a woman since the battle of Liro.”
That didn’t stop the look on Sana’s face. The look that represented an older sister who was scolding her younger brother. “And Her Highness let you touch her?”
His face has gone serious, the smile leaving his face. “I didn’t do anything. I’m respectful of Her Highness.” If respectful meant taking her rather intimately against a nightclub wall and dreaming about doing it again, then yes he was. After he said that he huffed as he moved passed, already feeling late and not wanting to keep either you or Schneizel waiting. She called after him, boots clicking against the white marble floors as she caught up to him and blocked his steps. Chan moved to the left and Sana followed, then to the right and she followed his movements again. Their little dance continued for a moment before he lett out an exasperated sigh. “Sana please…”
“Chan.” She pouted, crossing her arms.
Immediately, he eased up, instead of appearing annoyed he gave her a teasing look. “Yes, Sana?”
She returned his smile, eyes turning to crescents and eyes glittering as she saw that he relaxed. “So, do you like her?”
He nodded. “Of course I like her.”
“Are you happy with her?”
Again he nodded. “Yes.”
“Could you love her?” Sana pestered. That made him swallow, the heat returning to his face and even burning the nape of his neck. Immediately, she noticed his change of expression. Sana, having mercy on him, closed her eyes and nodded. “Is she nice at least?”
A flash of images of you, not only threatening Chan, but the past couple of weeks flashed through his mind. The trail, the threats, the concern he had for his younger sister, the conversations about power and war… Chan could hardly describe that as nice and trust Sana, he made sure to have her know that. “She’s far from nice.”
Sana frowned at his response, apparently now quite concerned with how he answered. “You’re not forcing or pushing yourself with her? If so then you know what I’d have to say to that.”
Though he was an older sibling, he can’t help but feel like a small younger brother when Sana, or Young K or even BamBam are reprimanding him. Even though they were lower ranks than he was now. “I know, I know.” Chan huffed, slumping his shoulders a bit. “I didn’t mean that she wasn’t nice.”
Still continuing to frown at him, The Knight of Twelve huffed out a sight. “What did you mean then?”
“I meant…” He paused, trying to find the best way to say what he was thinking without seeming rude. However, the only proper response was the truth. The cold blunt truth. “She is nice. Just not to me.”
“And why is that?” Sana questioned, which he easily had the answer to. There were a lot of reasons why you hated him. The main reason being the fact that you were forced into a marriage with him. He could understand why you had hated him initially, but there were a lot of questions he had himself as to why you persisted, continuing to hate him.
His lips thinned, making sure that there was no staff around to hear or spread rumours though he felt a rather ominous presence over him, making sure that his guard was up in case someone was secretly hiding away. “She hates me and I know what you’re going to say, but I’m trying. I want her to like me, more than anything so please be nice to her.”
Sana gently patted his shoulder. “I trust your decisions, but I do have to wonder, why do you think she hates you?”
“Yes, I’m curious as well.” A voice sounded from beside. Making Sana blink, though Chan knew, somehow, that you had been looming over the both of them. “Though I suppose I’d much rather use the word ‘despise’ than hate.”
With a sharp intake of breath, Chan offered you a rather weak smile. “Your Highness.”
You, in turn, offered him the fakest of smiles. “Puppy.”
From the other side of him, he could hear Sana stifle her laughter. “ ‘Puppy’?” She repeated, still trying not to fully laugh at him.
“Don’t.” He told her through gritted teeth.
“I think it suits you actually.” She told him.
You smiled at her, this time actually smiling politely towards the other woman. “At least someone agrees with me.” The two of you shared another laugh, much to the dismay of Chan’s ego, though he was quite happy to see you at least getting along with one of his friends other than Felix. Before he could say anything though, you nudged him with your elbow. “Well, aren’t you going to introduce us? I thought you were supposed to be a gentleman.”
Internally, he wanted to snap back at you but knowing Sana she would have definitely scolded him for acting in such a way, especially towards you. “Your Highness, this is Sana Minatozaki, The Knight of Twelve. She’s been my friend since the first year of my training…so for 10 years or so?”
She nodded, eyes bright before bowing respectful towards you. “It’s a pleasure.”
You waved a hand at her. “Oh, there’s no need for that. I’m sure we will be seeing a lot of each, so you may drop the formalities.”
“Do I get to do the same?” Bangchan asked, chiming into the conversation.
He swore he had seen red in your eyes when you turned to him. “Was I speaking with you?”
He shrugged. “I am going to be spending the most time with you after all. I would think the formalities between us have already been a thing of the past.” Leaning down towards your ear level he made sure that his close friend wouldn’t be able to hear this part. “After all, I’ve seen all of you.”
“Would you like me to cut your tongue out?” You hissed back at him, baring your teeth and ready to make due with your threat.
Before either of you could answer, The Knight of Twelve stepped between the two of you. “You are bickering like an old married couple.”
“We are not.” You both replied in unison.
The response shocked the both of you, violet eyes meeting brown ones in confusion that the two of could actually come into agreement with something so mundane. Even despite all that though, Sana still disagreed with the two of you. “I mean the two of you are so picture perfect but behind all that you both are arguing with each other.”
Yes, if being at each other’s throats and basically fucking the frustration out of his system could ever be considered arguing, then yes the both of you argued quite often. “Sana, drop it.” He told her, not wanting to continue the conversation further.
She frowned. “But you’re both so cute.”
“Sana.” His strict tone came, pinching the bridge of his nose.
You, unlike Chan’s reaction, offered her a soft smile once again. “Well, thank you. You are as well. But Chan is right, we both have a meeting to get to.” That was the first time, and likely the last time, he would ever hear you say that he was right about something. It made him grin internally, or perhaps he was grinning outwardly because you gave him a rather disgusted look, not bothering to acknowledge him as you said your goodbyes to Sana. “It was a pleasure meeting you.”
She nodded, extending her hand out to yours. “You as well. I would love to chat more, if you’d like. I’m sure I have some embarrassing stories of Chan that you’d love to hear.”
Letting out a breathless chuckle you nodded. “Seeing as you’ll be here until the engagement party, I’m sure we could have lunch or something.”
“I’m free tomorrow, if you’d like.” She offered.
That immediately made Chan panic. There was still a fear that lingered within him that someday you might Geas Hannah, even though you hadn’t when the two of you had met and even as the two of you continuously spoke with each other there was no signs of you ever threatening her or controlling her. Chan, despite everything, had all the reason to be cautious about having one of his close friends alone with you. “Sana, could I speak with you for a second? Your Highness, tell His Highness my apologies for being late but I will be there soon.” Before the two of you could protest his request, Chan was pulling Sana around the corner to make sure you couldn’t see either of them. He was sure you knew what he was doing, having seen you narrow your eyes at him, before both Knights disappeared. “What do you think you’re doing?” His stern tone questioned, all the caution and concern in his tone.
She completely ignored his tone of voice, jutting out her hip and crossing her arms. “I am trying to be nice to Her Highness. I’m sure she’d enjoy having someone who is close to you in her close circle that isn’t Felix.”
He gave her a pointed look. “You realize how dangerous she is. I’ve known her for two weeks and I know she wouldn’t be afraid to use you as a tool for her purposes.”
She frowned at him. “You barely know her, two weeks is nothing. She’s your wife, maybe you should learn to trust her.” Sana huffed, clearly not impressed with how he was acting. “In fact, maybe you should take her on a date.”
A trickle of heat appeared on his cheeks at the thought of going on a date with you. “That’s-”
“Bangchan.” The Knight of Twelve sighed out, matching his tone from earlier. “Think about it. If you get closer to her, maybe the two of you would get along better. Knowing you could probably get her to like you, maybe even trust you.”
He couldn’t argue with that. Having you like him, having you even trust him, would have definitely been a dream. Bangchan wanted nothing more than a happy marriage between the two of you. He had seen you go through enough, the most he could was actually try to get along with you. Even if it had proven to be quite difficult, maybe with the help of Sana, it could actually work. “Fine. Just be careful.” He exhaled giving into his close friend.
Clapping her hands together, Sana cheered at her victory over him. “I promise I’ll get you all the information to get the perfect date.”
“Whatever you say.” As he said that he rolled his eyes, though it was playfully.
She nudged him slightly as they both walked around the corner to see that you were still there. That was not a good sign, knowing that if you heard what Sana and himself were saying it might anger you further, thus whatever plan both Sana would come up with would be ruined. Chan’s lips thinned. “I thought I told you to go ahead to the meeting.”
You clicked your tongue at him, brows knitting together, the lines of agitation clear on your expression. “Does it look like I take orders from you?”
“By the laws of your father-”
“Does it look like I care about what my father thinks?” Chan would have answered yes, but he was sure that you would deny. Besides, you never gave him time to answer the question anyway as you tilted your chin up at him, voice almost shunning away his remark as he gestured for him to follow. “Come on now, I’m sure you know how to follow seeing as you follow orders so well.” You turned to Sana, easily offering her a pleasant smile. “It was lovely to meet you. I’m excited to meet you for lunch.”
She, in turn, took your hands, eyes glimmering as she nodded her head. “As am I.”
As The Knight of Twelve disappeared in the opposite direction, you and Chan started your walk towards Schneizel’s study. Clearly, not in the mood for silence, or perhaps more in the mood to get under his skin, you turned your attention towards your husband-to-be. “You’re smart to warn her about me.”
He tensed, almost stopping in his steps hearing you say that. “You heard that?”
“Well, no, not until you admitted it, but I was sure you meant to say something.” You said, walking alongside him, not even bothering to look him in the eye. Of course, you knew that he would have said something. As you said before, he was predictable, easy to read and that he was someone that wore his heart on his sleeve. It was commendable, or that was what most people said, but in a social game such as the one of your family’s and other nobles it was sure to get him into trouble. “So, I thank you for admitting it. Though, I understand why you would feel that way. I had willingly admitted to you that I would have Geassed your sister, had I not come to like her.”
His eyes focused on you, as the two of you stopped in front of the golden doors of your brother’s study. The guards greeting the two of you and one of his personal servants knocking on the door waiting for your brother’s response. “Are you saying I shouldn’t rule out the possibility of you Geassing Sana?”
“Do you think I would?” You asked, violet eyes finally meeting him, looking intently to see what his response would be.
A response never came though, as the servants opened the door for the both of you. Schneizel, whose eyes trained to the holographic screen of Baratum, smiled the same smug smile that he always wore, at the two of you. You scowled, but Bangchan made sure to bow respectfully to the King Regent. He gestured for the two of you to sit, and you proceeded to do so before he slammed new articles down in front of you both and then pulled up headline after headline on his screen as well. You nearly choked on your own spite seeing the image in front of you, Chan looking rather wide eyed and flushed completely to the tips of his ears when the images continuously changed on the screen. There, on said screen, were multiple pictures of the two of you touching each other rather intimately within the purple and white hued lights of The Amethyst. One practically photo, the one of you two dancing, your head laid on Chan’s shoulder as one hand was on your waist and the other was so closed to the expanse of exposed skin between your breast and neck, had been titled with, “Fourth Princess Gets Intimate With Knight of One, The True Lovers of Caelum” and an apparent story about if the people wanted a happy wedding they would have to support the war so that Chan could come home to you.
Your brother’s violet gaze burned holes in both you and Chan, part of you thinking he was going to yell with the way his lips pulled back. “I have a lot to say about these photos.”
A scoff came from you. “You were the one that wanted them in the first place.”
Schneizel looked rather disapprovingly at you. “Perhaps you would like to let me finish.”
“I heard no words coming out of your mouth so I decided to answer you back.” You snipped back at him.
A huff of a laugh came from your brother. “Truly you are tactless sister.”
You narrowed your eyes at him, purposely slouching in your seat because you knew your brother hated that because whenever you so much as slouched, or yawned, or even bent your neck too far too the right, he would comment about how unlady like you were, that you would never be suited to be a Princess. You could even see it in his eyes, his snide remark ready to come from his mouth but you were the first to speak out of the two of you. “Are you here just to insult me or is there a point to such a meeting?”
“I believe, Her Highness means to say, if you aren’t angry with the pictures then what was the purpose of calling us here?” Chan interjected, trying to create peace between the two of you.
Pinching the bridge of his nose, you saw your brother’s jaw set, clearly annoyed with how straight forward you were being. “I did want to congratulate you for putting on a show for the press but it seems my sister would rather be punished.”
Again you scoffed, crossing your arms. “And when did I say that?”
“Every time you speak back to me, I will make it known that you have no power here.” Your brother threatened. “Just like our sweet little sister. I am sure you are wondering how she is.”
“If you do anything to her-”
“I won’t, unless you decide to speak out of turn again. We had an agreement and you are running your mouth, breaking such a kind promise I offered you. Maybe I need to teach you to respect me more.” The First Prince sharply objected, making sure to stare you down as he said so.
A scowl appeared on your face, Chan hearing you mutter something about Schneizel being a coward but other than that you remained silent. Chan did have to agree with him though. Anyone that threatened their sister, could be seen as a coward. Especially, with an agreement? What exactly was that about? He was sure it was none of his business, so he wouldn’t pry, but there was a small feeling in him that he knew it had to do with Carine and your love for your younger sister. Part of him wanted to reach out to you, and he did, though he reacted as soon as he saw your eyes on his hand and then came back up to look at him. Clearing his throat, Chan began to inquire again about the meeting. “I believe we should stay focused.”
A rather grateful look appeared on your brother’s face, though you remained agitated, not bothering to face forward with your arms crossed and staring off in the distance. “A good suggestion. I called you both here because the people of Caelum want more. Every news outline is dying to get an interview with the two of you or even catch the two of you doing something together. So, I’ve decided that for the next few months whenever Chan is relieved of his duties, the both of you will go out on dates together to be photographed.”
That had shocked the both of you. For Chan, it was clear that he didn’t seem to mind the idea of spending time with you, but for you, your attention had immediately been drawn back into the conversation. “I am not a PR stunt.”
“Your whole marriage is a PR stunt, not only to fix your tarnished reputation but there are bigger reasons for this. I am sure you understand that.” Your brother told rather nonchalantly, handing you both a detailed schedule of when and where the dates would be held. “You would have to be crazy to think this way. This is ridiculous, I am not doing this.”
“What is ridiculous is the fact you think you have a choice in the matter.” The cool tone in your brother’s voice was laced with the hint of a threat and you swore you had seen the brilliance of red in his eyes.
You glared at him, as if staring at him in such a way would make him drop dead. “If you were a good brother you would have given me a choice.”
The First Prince simply shrugged off the comment as if it was nothing. “Then I suppose I am the worst brother then.” He said, placing the fountain pen that had been between his fingers onto his desk. “Though I would have to say you are a much worse fiancé. Have you even considered how the Knight of One feels?”
“As if I care.”
Chan, not knowing what else to do, pretended to be wounded in his heart. “Oh, how you wound me so.”
You feigned a sincere smile at him. “I hope that it kills you.
Chuckling, Chan only shrugged off the comment. “And who would be here to take care of you?” He questioned, leaning a little closer to you.
“Myself.” You hissed back at him, though it didn’t have much sting as when you spoke to Schneizel.
Your brother, seeming to catch the slight change in tone, made his presence known again by clearing his throat and leaning back in his chair, eyes glancing between the two of you. It was as if he was assessing the situation he just saw, making sure to choose his next words carefully. Instead, he pointed towards the schedule and continued on. “My father has requested I push your engagement to a closer date as well. With all this talk of war, what better way to celebrate than a happy couple getting engaged.” Your brother made sure to emphasize the word happy, mostly straining it towards you.
As if that wasn’t enough your brother was also glaring at you from across his desk. Part of you wanted to reach over the wooden barrier that was his desk and tell him off, but true to life there was a barrier between the two of you. Your brother and yourself were on completely different plains, that you hardly even recognized the man he became and you were sure he would say the same about you. The only thing you had in common was your Geass. Even if some would say your personality was the same, that you were two sides of the same coin, you knew you could never be as brutal, as tyrannical, as smart or cunning, or sinister as your older brother. And like the walls in his heart, or the wall that was his desk, he made sure you knew that. That you would be separated among all your siblings because despite being so similar, you would never compare to him. “Is that really all you have to tell us? This is a waste of time.”
Clasping his hands together and placing them on the desk, your brother only continued to glare at you. “You should be thankful I’m even giving you a chance to speak, considering how raunchy and unappealing these photos are. If it weren’t for people being so silly in love with the thought of you two, I would have…” Schneizel silenced himself, remembering that Chan was still there with the two of you. As always he had to appear level headed, calm and collected.
“Go on, Your Highness.” The Knight of One finally spoke, testing to him as to what he would say.
Clearing his throat, Schneizel thanked Chan for the small suggestion, though you could see in your brother’s eyes that his facade was faltering. He clearly wasn’t as thankful for your fiancé’s suggestion as he led on because for a split second, you saw your brother’s jaw set. He relaxed as he spoke though, keeping face. “I would have figured out a better way for the public to happily support your marriage.” He told, recovering from the slight outburst that he had. “Now, I scheduled you both for a dance lesson after this meeting.”
Both you and Chan had the same look of bewilderment on your faces as you questioned your brother. “ ‘Dance lesson’? It might be boring, but I can assure you there are no balls, or galas, or events that require us to dance.”
Schneizel tutted. “But there is, did you just forget I said that your engagement is at the end of this month? Or do you only listen to what you want to hear?”
If you could reach over the desk and smack your brother you would, though you were sure that Chan and any of his other servants would restrain you for doing so. Last time, you had even attempted a move on Schneizel, he had thrown you into a cell in the secrets underground dungeon that held all the terrorists, anyone that opposed your family, certain former nobles that were now disgraced, rapists, truly anyone that your family deemed a quick death to easy to be felt there to be tortured for the rest of their days. Of course, you had been left there alone, not near anyone and spent the night there, because Schneizel had deemed it fit to show you how you would end up if you continued to speak the way you had done. You were around 18 when that happened, a memory you were not quite fond of. So, you never truly attacked Schneizel, only with words after that day. “If it comes from your mouth then I’d rather not listen at all. Perhaps, you should talk about something more interesting.”
“Perhaps, you should watch your mouth and go to that dance. I specifically chose these teachers for the both of you because I wanted you both to learn from the best.” Your brother turned his attention back to the papers, not wanting to continue, in his words, such petty arguments to you that weren’t a breath. As you both got up, your brother gestured a hand towards Chan, telling him to remain where he was. “You’re free to leave, dear sister.”
You didn’t bother, only scoffing at the sight of the two of them. Other than your father, you were these two who were the most power hungry men that you hadn’t seen. Even if you knew that Chan was doing it to look after his family, you still thought that marrying you was another step towards power and truly it was. You left without a word though, but Chan was sure he heard you snarl at them. He turned his attention back to Schneizel who was currently massaging his temples. “Is something wrong, Your Highness?” Chan questioned, trying to seem sympathetic though he hardly was. Sure, younger siblings often annoyed their older siblings, but it was not like how you and Schneizel were. Chan was sure that your threats to him were often a joke, but the threats between you and your brother he was sure held nothing but truth. Threats that were, for the lack of better wording, deadly.
Even now as The First Prince was staring at the door as you left, he was sure if there was a way to get you to obe, or even be rid of you to ensure that he would be the only with Geas, then he was sure that your brother would do it. With an exasperated sigh, Schneizel brushed back his hair, annoyance lining his expression. “That girl is everything I hate.”
Which was something that was quite ironic considering everyone said that you and Schneizel were often compared with each other. People, including himself, found plenty of similarities between the two of you. At one point, when you first made your debut to the public at a mere six years old, everyone called you Schneizel’s prodigy, having been once taught by him up until the unfortunate events of your mothers death. “You shouldn’t speak ill of your sister. You put her in the situation that she is in, you have to sympathize with her a little.”
Your brother let out a sarcastic chuckle. “She was asking for her, the little devil.” He huffed out. “Don’t even pretend you are not at fault either. You are the one that wanted to marry her.”
Chan felt his anger spike. Though it might be true that there were some faults to your marriage because he was offered the choice and willingly volunteered to be your husband, there was no way that the pain you felt from Schneizel equated to that of what Chan did. He wouldn’t say that though, as tempted as he was. “Your Highness, I will say it once over again, do not speak ill of your sister like that. She is my wife.”
“And that is why I had to call this small meeting with you.” He said, gesturing to one of the servants to bring the decanter from the small table over towards the two of them. Schneizel poured the woody liquid into the crystal glasses and offered one to Chan, who quickly shook his head and watched as the First Prince down the whiskey so easily. With a satisfied “aaah” he continued. “This marriage, I do not want it to affect the way you think.”
“And how would that happen?” He inquired.
Again Schneizel let out a grunt. “She will dig her claws into you, ruin you. You’ll be as pathetic as the Knight of Seven that chases her around like a stray cat.” Without thinking Chan slammed his hands against the wooden desk. The sound echoed through the room, shocking everyone in the room, even Schneizel. Though Chan often had back and forth with your brother, it had never led to violence, until now. Even if he hadn’t hit him, Chan had raised his fists in a threatening way to The King Regent. Almost manically, Schneizel laughed, head tilting back. Once he finished, he took the tips of his fingers, wiping away the tears that had formed in his eyes. “Did I touch a nerve, Knight of One?”
Chan remained, firm to sticking his ground as his jaw set. “Prince Schneizel-”
“Relax, yourself Knight of One. I am merely kidding.” Your brother objected, objecting to whatever threat that would have come from him. “I am here to help you. I would hate to see such a mighty, trustworthy, loyal Knight such as yourself fall simply because of someone like my sister.”
Sweet words, something your brother and Euylia often used to manipulate those who they thought were so easy to control. He was not one of those people, and Schneizel should have known that. In fact, The Knight of One, could still taste the bile that rose from his throat, ready to spit it back at your brother. After all, the only person that had more power than him was your father, The King, what would Schneizel do? Threatening him? Chan would simply do it back. For this occasion though, Chan bit his tongue, not finding much of a good reason to continue such a conversation. “Thank you for the advice, Your Highness.” He managed, sounding as sweet and sincere as possibly. “I suppose that is all?”
He waved a hand at him. “Yes, go and heed my warning to you Knight of One. I truly would hate to see you disgrace the name you built yourself if you were to fall for any of my sister’s…antics.” Came the last venom like words before Chan excused himself, bowing and leaving for where the schedule told him to be. That truly was not a conversation that he would ever want to repeat, and if it did happen again, he would make sure that The First Prince knew his place.The thought of it happening caused a smile to appear on his face, only to disappear a few seconds later because he realized what came next, something that he often dreaded and never did at the fancy events your family hosted… dancing.
When The Knight of One entered the room, he was happy to see both Minho and Hyunjin, though he expected Felix to be there as well. However, he had a hunch as to why Felix refused to be around the two of you. Nevertheless, he definitely knew that Schneizel had chosen that best. Who better to teach him to properly dance than two Knights of The Round that happened to be nobles. Hyunjin, who had come from Horotus, was the first cousin to the women who ruled over Horotus and if they were all to die, Hyunjin would have to return to Horotus to become a Prince. Though it never shocked anyone that Hyunjin was from Horotus, the country had been called, “The Goddess’ Garden” and the people in it flawlessly beautiful, as if they were flowers in the garden of The Almighty. Lee Know, or Minho, was a distant, though he wasn’t sure how distant, relative to Felix’s family, making him part of the nobility in Caelum. Lost completely in his thoughts, Chan stumbled slightly, though he was able to recover only making the room swirl slightly around the two of you in one big blur as your bodies entwined in and out of each other’s movements in time with the music. Chan felt like he was finally getting the hang of the steps, after having a hour pass already, finding himself able to let go of any worries, only looking into your eyes before hearing a loud yelp coming from your part. “I thought you said that you knew how to dance. How is that you mess up every step we take?”
He frowned at your rather harsh remark, immediately parting from him and rubbing your foot. “I do know how to dance. This is a little more complicated.”
“Well, considering how much you talk about yourself and with that ego of yours, I would have expected more from the oh, so perfect Knight of One.” You huffed, grabbing the water on the bench.
Hyunjin getured over towards him, tossing the water bottle his way before Chan caught it with ease. A comment coming from your wend that if he had such fast reflexes you had hoped that he could at least get the steps of a basic waltz down. Though you knew that he never danced at the events that your family held, you still expected more from someone who had been so cocksure earlier. Chan, scrunched his face up in disgust after downing the last sips of his water. “Maybe if my partner was willing to negotiate some control, I could lead properly.”
You sneered at him. “And give you more control than you already do? Are you really that power hungry?” You questioned, resting on your hip raising an eyebrow at him. “Or are you just preachy?”
Both Hyunjin and Minho nearly choked on their water hearing those words from your mouth. The exact words that they had used when Chan had been given the title of Knight of One. They would have laughed more had it not been for the glare that their leader was sending them, and even though Minho did have a slight fear for his elder, he usually resorted to teasing him and joking with him. He wouldn’t push it for today, instead he gave Chan a rather knowing look. “Alright. You two are supposed to be pretending to be in love and you’re not going to convince anyone if you keep fighting.”
“He’s right. People are gonna be watching you two when you dance. If you mess it up then, you’re going to be embarrassing yourselves.” Hyunjin chimed in. “Why don’t we try something more intimate to get you both in the mood?”
You scoffed, but Chan turned to the other two Knights and nodded. Instructing you to stand in front of the mirror, Hyunjin and Minho both made sure that the two of you were close to each other, so close that the tingle of his breath danced against the edge of your lips. If you had gotten any closer he would be kissing you. The thought made you scowl, to which Minho made a joke that even though Chan was quite old, preachy and that he would make that face too if he were that close, he still managed to strictly instruct you both how to move. Minho then called for Chan to be less stiff and instructed you to allow Chan to lead. You attempted to do as you were told, as your legs swept in a small semi-circle to the side before you both turned and Chan was supposed to dip you.
Apparently, attempting was not enough as you felt yourself fumble, clinging to Chan’s arm and the two of you falling at the failed attempt. Both Hyunjin and Minho looked rather disappointed by how the two of you had failed such a simple move so easily. With a glare, sighing quite heavily, Minho shook his head. “How about we take a break?”
The two of you could at least agree with that. Hyunjin went to go to the cooler, announcing these were the last two water bottles. To which Minho suggested that the two of them get it, even as you questioned that they could simply get servants to do it for them, apparently the both of them needed to leave the two of you alone and that could possibly work out the problem. “Don’t kill each other while we are gone.”
“I can’t promise anything.” Bangchan joked, though by the look on his face you were sure that he knew that there was an actual possibility of it happening. He watched as the two other Knights got more water, falling against the seats there and groaning loudly, just as he did during training.
That sound annoyed you the most. He was always so noisy, and why did he have to make such an obscene noise? The memory of you slipping from the shower came to mind and you quickly felt your anger spike at the thought of what you had been caught doing. “Can’t you do anything right?” You hissed out in frustration.
It was as if Chan had been expecting such a reaction from you, because he merely reached for the towel that was to the otherside of him and swiped the droplets that started to form his forehead. “It’s not my fault you refuse to let anyone lead other than yourself.”
“Or maybe you’re just incompetent.” You snapped at him. “I am tired and I have other things to do.”
“You don’t think I feel the same way? Dancing isn’t easy and it’s not just my fault that you can’t compromise even a little.” He huffed out, blowing out a stream of air. “I’d danced with plenty of women, when I had to and you by far are the most difficult.”
Rolling your eyes, you slumped against the seats, crossing your arms over your chest. “What? Like with the Knight of Twelve, Sana was her name right?”
That seemed to grab his attention at the sudden mention of not only one of his longest friends but his close companion as well. “And what about Sana?” Though by the tone of your voice and the fact you would mention other women, it seemed that he already knew the reason you could have questioned him.
You shrugged, as if not to seem to care. “You are quite chummy with her. Is she your lover or something?”
Chan had to hold his stomach from trying to stifle the laughter that came from but it was to no avail to keep it in. Tears formed at the brims of his eyes, laughter continuing to flow through him at the thought of your assumption. “Her? My lover?” Again he laughed. It wasn’t like Sana wasn’t attractive, or that she had a lovely personality, because she did. For Chan though, he had only seen her as a figure to protect, to care for, almost like an older sister. “I can see why it would seem that way, but there is no need to be jealous, Princess, we are merely friends.” he assured, reaching over to pinch your cheeks in a rather playful manner,
Your hand came up to smack his away, disgust written on your face. “You think I would be jealous?”
“Isn’t that why you asked? Or assumed that she was my lover?” He questioned, tongue poking at his cheek as he grinned at you.
“If you don’t stop smiling like a fool, I will Geas you.” You threatened back at him.
Chan couldn’t help but feel the urge to tease you a little. After all, there was so much tension and frustration in the air, he had to dispel it and what better way then to be just a little playful with you? Leaning in closer to you, he extended his neck towards you, widening his eyes fully at you. “My eyes are right here. Go ahead.” The two of you were in such close proximity that he could practically taste your lips, even as they thinned, not wanting to come in close contact with him. You opened your mouth to say something, but the boisterous sound of Minho kicking the door open and yelling the two of you either should not be dead or fucking made you withdraw from Chan instantly. Your head turned away upon hearing Hyunjin laugh, saying something to Chan that you didn’t bother to hear. You were fully prepared to leave, if need be, but instead you felt a coldness touch your arm. You jerked, head swiveling to see who had done it. Chan held the water bottle out to you. “Shall we?”
Without hesitation you snatched the water bottle, taking a few gulps before springing up. You didn’t say a word to him, only got into position and waited for the music to start again as both Minho and Hyunjin started to instruct you again.
Then the dates happened. You seemed more frustrated than ever, more irritated and quite more irritable than usual. Week after week of these dates Chan had assumed that there would have been more of a chance to get to know you. Even after confiding in Sana about all the apparent things you liked, such as gifting you flowers, perhaps even opening the door for you, even bothering to fill the empty air with the efforts of trying to make conversation. There was nothing. It seemed that you hated every bit of spending time with him, whether it be dance lessons, dates, or anything else your brother found to make the public continue to speak about your relationship. It seemed that no matter what you would continue to hate anything your brother had arranged, and an extension to that you continued to hate Chan. That was on your part though.
Chan however was not on the same page and he knew it. Schneizel had warned him about this. Warned that getting involved with you was very much true to your nickname. You were poisonous. You were addictive. Sweet and deadly. Intoxicating, was the best word to describe it. Maybe even guilty pleasure. Chan couldn’t even conjure any excuse to come up with during his late night sessions of jerking himself off in the most disgusting manner to the thought of being between your legs, or having you take him, or even just hearing you moan. Maybe you were right to call him a filthy animal, because of the way he was thinking about you. It was most certainly not dignified, especially with his status.
Everything was just too captivating. Like a sweet drug he couldn’t get out of his system. Truly poisonous to his own health on every level. He replays the night almost like a mantra, like a prayer, a vision that would be his saving grace. Every ridge, and curve already committed to the vivid memory he has while his hand was wrapped around his cock. The purple neon lights, the way you moan just for him, and the harmony of your bodies meeting. It truly was the most heavenly nightmare that could be granted to him. Even as he laid down for the night.
Part of him was excited to be called back to the Palace. Despite his responsibilities and the work he had to ensure that on the battlefield, there was truly nothing that excited him more than getting to spend time with you. In his ears Chan could hear you calling him a masochist and maybe he was but that didn’t stop him. He quite enjoyed the way the two of you worked. Your snippy comments, the facial expressions you make depending on the situation you’re placed in, there were so many things. So many little bits of you he could dissect and analyze. The best thing was that he truly knew you didn’t hate him.
Nor does he truly hate you. In fact, that was why it was so easy to volunteer himself to marry you. Sure, he hasn’t spoken to you prior to a couple weeks go but from afar Chan had always heard of you. So much so that it piqued his interest and eventually he knew he had to marry, so why not the Fourth Princess of Caelum? True, the royal court had many appealing ladies, ladies he considered attractive, but there was always something…lacking? Perhaps that was the right word. Maybe it was that most nobility reminded him of your sister Euliya, who, by the swallow and empty way she talked, was something he never found appealing at all. Maybe it was because he wasn’t of noble birth, but he knew his position as Knight of One would lead to many thinking he could possibly make a good husband.
And he would try to be, at least for the right one. At least for you. He reminded himself. Even as his hand palmed his already hardened cock through his pants, hissing quietly and cursing himself as his mind succumbed to thoughts of you. Having not known you and only seeing you in pictures, hearing rumours about you, or stories from Felix had only made his interest in you peak. You were such a mystery to him at first, thinking you to be the quiet one of your family. He loved to be proven wrong of course, especially after seeing the way you talked, the way you held yourself, the way your mind worked. It was all alluring.
“Fuck…” He groaned. It was already night time now and he was supposed to be sleeping to get ready for a pre-approved date planned by Schneizel and a dancing lesson tomorrow.
He should feel shameful, thinking about you in this way when you were nothing but cruel to him. And yet when you complied…when your sweet voice called out his name, he couldn’t help but think about you. Be consumed by you. That was why he was pulling down his more, allowing the constraints of his sweatpants to disappear to reveal his hard and throbbing cock through his boxers, half lidded eyes glazed over and imagining you were there.
In truth, he had been thinking about the night at The Amethyst and the tryst the two of you shared. He had known what he was asking from the beginning, and was under no illusion about what marrying you meant. He knew that finding you attractive wouldn’t be a hard feat, but even as you were cruel to him, torturing him, changing the way he saw things, especially when it came to the view he had of the Royal Court, he still found himself so attracted to you. Even just thinking about kissing you, your lips touching his…it made a fierce hunger over him and he hadn’t been able to stop himself from getting riled up and taking control of the situation.
You had been on his mind more and more as the weeks passed, but he never thought that the effects you had on him would leave him with such little composure. So, when you played your little teasing game with him, he seized the opportunity all too eagerly. Schneizel’s words echoed in his mind. That you would dig your claws in him in more ways than one and that he should be careful. Though he couldn’t bring himself to care much for what The First Prince had to say. Instead, he found himself licking his lips, remembering your taste. Despite how sour you appeared, you tasted sweet, like any dessert that he wouldn’t be able to get enough of. He wanted to do it again, as many times as you would let him, even though he had no good reason as to why you would allow him anymore near you. Especially, since after that night you made sure to avoid him.
He shifted uncomfortably beneath his blanket, his underwear were now feeling a bit tighter than they had a moment ago and he knew that his thoughts were leading him down a path. Really, he should be looking at the new ledgers that Schneizel set before him, maybe even the battle plans that Cordelia wanted him to look at earlier for the weak, or even call The King, because your father often liked to check up on The Knight of One. He should be occupying himself with something else, especially if sleep was not one of the options that was offered to him. He had too much to do and the only thing he could think of was wanting to be inside of you again. You were plaguing him, distracting him from his work. Though, this might be a good sign for his workaholic tendencies, he knew that he shouldn’t let something so much as lust try to sway him away from his duties.
Carefully, he sat up against his bed frame, grabbing his circle rimmed glasses and grabbed one of the ledgers your brother had given him. After all he was the Secretary to the Head Minister and the Special Duty General Inspector and they were only a couple of weeks away from attack Baratum, which meant The King was going to be coming over to Caelum to see how the progress of not only the Royal Family, but The Knights of Round as well, which he was in charge of. As soon as he grabbed the piece of paper, Chan shook his head and tossed it to the side. He was under a lot of stress and if he was unfocused then he would be of no use. Besides, there was no sin in thinking of his future wife in the ways he had already seen before. That was at least he rationalized through his mind as his traitorous body beckoned his attention.
Tentatively, as if someone could walk in, which knowing that he hadn’t locked the door and often had someone bugging him could likely happen, he took hold of himself, hissing as he touched the heated flesh. Gently, he stroked the skin, and before long, he was completely hard and practically panting. His eyes closed as he ran his fingers over the tip, collecting the precume that had appeared and smearing it down his cock.
His mind had wondered and it wasn’t difficult to find the flash of scenes that played when the two of you had been intimate. Tightly you had gripped his hair, you tensed up, head thrown back and eyes tearing up as you released a cry for him. Your hips had moved involuntarily grinding against his face in a ditch effort to prolong the waves of pleasure for as long as you could. He remembered holding his tongue out flat, allowing to do as you please. After all, he lived to serve you. Then he was kissing you again, hot mouth pressed hard against yours to get you to taste yourself on his lips. He never held back when he kissed you, he never wanted to, wanting to engage you in a searing kiss that would send shock waves straight into your body. So that you remember, just like he was now, that he was the only one that could do this to you.
The vision of your teasing followed after, only for him to remember the way you took him against the way of the club. He let out a soft moan as he envisioned the way you held onto him, nails digging into his shoulder to express your pleasure. He had a goal. To please you, to prove something to you. He had been driving himself into you with merciless abandon, focusing on your sweet moans, angling himself so that his pelvis rock against your sensitive bundle of nerves above your entrance, nudging you closer to release. One hard thrust, angled to touch the velvety patch of skin within you, had you crying out. You had clung to him, so tightly that he was moaning out his own release. The memory of his hips jerking against you, fucking you through both of your orgasms as he painted you walls white.
Another groan, this time sounding more frustrated, tore from the back of his throat at the image playing in his mind. His hips were moving in time with his hand, bucking forward instinctively beneath the blankets as he lost himself in the pleasure of thinking about you. He thought so many times about taking you, of ripping away the cloth barrier that stopped him every time the two of you were alone together. The tension had been so heavy around the two of you and he just wanted it to break. He was insatiable, greedy and it was all for you. He needed to taste your most intimate flavours again. A soft cry escaped from his lips, your name falling from his lips, firm grip on his cock faltering.
He was about to call for you again, only to be startled by a knock on the door. Chan, coughed, attempting to disguise the sound of him relishing in his own private affairs to answer whomever was knocking. He wanted to curse out whoever thought it would be a good idea to interrupt him, however he knew that it would come sooner or later. If only he had cum before whoever was at his door had. Grabbing the ledger and shifting slightly, he made sure to appear presentable as he could despite the fact he was both shirtless and slightly flushed. He cleared his throat. “Enter.” He commanded.
A maid entered, smiling up at him as pleasantly as possible. Her eyes went to his shirtless form and he immediately saw embarrassment wash over her. “Good evening S-Sir Bang.” She said as composed as possible, though her voice slightly cracked at the end of her sentence.
He dismissed it though. Though he knew that she likely didn’t hear him, he knew that having a servant stare at him shirtless was already embarrassing enough. Even The Knights of The Round often complained of his distaste for wearing clothes during the nightly hours or training. “Good evening.” He said, pausing to allow her to speak, though by the expression on her face he could tell she was still rather flustered. “Did you need something?” Unlike you or your family, the question didn’t come out in the same cruel manner, it was more gentle, trying to mask any frustration he had earlier.
It was her turn to clear her throat, shaking her head as she composed herself once again. “A private call from Line 97 is calling you.” Line 97 was the private line he allowed his parents to call on. “Though, I see that you are busy. Would you like me to send it to your voicemail or have them call back another time?”
He shook his head. Normally, he would have tossed the sheets away and answered the call, leaving the servant to see their way out but he is naked, not hard anymore, thankfully, but still naked nonetheless. “I’ll get it in a second thank you.”
As expected she respectfully bows at him, what wasn’t expected was the servant pausing halfway opening his door to look back at him. Though her cheeks were still flushed, she managed a shy smile. “I’m happy you and Her Highness are together.” She uttered to him rather abruptly, surprising even herself that she said such a thing. “That is to say… I’ve known Her Highness, (Y/N), for a while now and I’ve never seen her happier.”
Clearly the little facade the two of you were playing had even been tricking the staff here. He was sure any of the main staff that was in the main palace and not the Knights of The Round Villa would have said the opposite. Either that, or they were all meant to keep quiet to make sure no bad press about your marriage would spread through anyone’s ears. “Thank you.” Chan said in earnest. “Have you known Her Highness for a long time?”
“Yes. We actually went to school together when we were younger.” She admitted. “I was in a scholar program like yourself to train to be a Knight but I failed miserably.”
He chuckled, recalling the days of his training and remembering the frustration and tears that came along with it. Being a Deliah Knight or Knight of The Round was never easy, much less training to be one. The Knight of One felt a wave of sympathy for her. “So, why choose to be apart of the Royal family’s staff?”
