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?”
a/n : i’m not entirely sure how i feel about this one yet but i know if i keep rereading it i’ll probably end up making it worse. this is unedited so there’s bound to be some mistakes hidden throughout. i hope you enjoy xxx
The small couch in Chan’s studio wasn’t nearly big enough for the four of you to sit comfortably together and with Jisung inability to sit still you somehow ended up squished between Chan and Changbin while Jisung sat in Chan’s chair off to the side.
The movie was long, way too long for any of you to sit through one by one each of you taking turns getting more antsy as the film went on.
It wasn’t until you felt a cool touch brush against your thighs that you brung your eyes up from your phone taking in a sharp breath as Chan’s fingers dipped into your folds. Leaning over he pulled you closer to him giving him better access to your center.
“Make a scene and I’ll stop.” Chan’s voice was firm, eyes focused on the screen casually continuing his conversation Changbin as if he wasn’t playing with you in front of two of his best friends. Moaning softly you tipped your head to the side hoping to hide your face in his shoulder. You weren’t quiet, he knew that it was a struggle for you to keep your sounds down to a minimum.
Gasping, you felt his fingers slid into you, thumb brushing against your clit, fingers curving just enough to hit the spot that always drove you crazy. Biting your lip you looked around you trying to focus on something, anything to keep yourself in control. However, what you found was not what you were expecting.
From his position in the chair, Jisung’s eyes found yours, big and wide taking in the situation in front of him. When he joked about the two of you having sex in the studio earlier never once did he think you would continue with Changbin and himself in the room.
Locking eyes with him a whimper fell from your lips as you noticed the tent forming in Ji’s sweatpants. Squirming slightly you pushed the blanket to the side just enough to give him a better view and watched his eyes light up with shock as he focused in on Chan’s fingers pumping into your pussy.
“Jisung-ah you like what you see?” Chan asked, his eyes still focusing on the screen. You weren’t sure when he noticed the peep show you had been giving Jisung but even after his voice pulled the two of you out of your trance his fingers never slowed, continuing to let the pleasure build within your stomach as you felt yourself dance along the edge of relief.
Looking up you tried to read Chan’s face but his eyes were locked onto the tv even though you knew he was not watching anything on the screen. Silence falling over the three of you as you watched Chan’s eyes flicker over to Jisung who was silent. Eyes wide with panic.
“I asked you a question Ji. Answer me, do you like what you see ?” Chan asked again his tone stern as he continued pumping in and out, thumb grazing your clit pleasure pooling in your center.
“Hy—hyung I—shit I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-” Jisung stuttered his voice low barely above a whisper. Eyes meeting yours in the same moment Changbin muttered something about the lyrics he was writing on his phone completely unaware of what was happening besides him.
“Don’t apologize, you wanted to watch right?” Chan asked even though he knew the answer. “Shift this way let Sungie see your pretty pussy.” Following his orders you shifted towards him spreading your legs further apart giving Ji a better view, completely disguardging the blanket to the side.
Almost frozen in his position, Jisung watched as Chan fingered you, his fingers working thoroughly to bring you to your release. Were his ears deceiving him? Did he hear him right? Jisung had a crush on you forever, hell they all did. It was only when they found out you were sleeping with Chan that they stopped talking about the hypotheticals. The news put an end to the hushed conversations the younger members would have whenever you came around wearing something too short or too tight for comfort.
As Chan’s fingers pumped in and out his thumb circled your clit your eyes fluttered shut for a moment before a light smack against your clit caused you to open them again your eyes wide finding Chan’s. Shaking his head with disapproval he smirked at your confusion. “You wanted him to see you. Keep your eyes on him. I want you to watch him while you cum.”
Nodding your head you whimpered, lightly biting your lip to keep your sounds down. Eyes locked on Jisung as you imagined it was him touching you. Craving his fingers on you as pressure began to pool in the pit of your stomach threatening to spill over.
“Can I?” You asked softly your eyes pleading with Chan who simply shook his head. Confused, you furred your brows together. “Channie please,” You tried again, your moans lost in your throat as you focused your energy on trying to obey Chan.
“Don’t ask me. Ask Ji, if he wants you to cum then you’ll cum.” He spoke both of your eyes, turning to Jisung as you began to plead with him.
“No.” Jisung said boldly, nodding his head at Chan, signaling for him to remove his hand from you just before your orgasam took over your body. Moving forward Jisung kneeled in front of you. “I want to be the one to make you cum.”
You weren’t sure when but by this time the three of you had Changbin’s full attention. His phone long discarded his hands running over your thigh.
“Please Ji please touch me.” You whined as Changbin’s mouth connected with your neck tongue trailing lightly over your skin. His breath was hot on your neck as he chuckled.
“You sound so fucking good when you’re like this. Needy for someone to touch you. Needy for one of us to touch you. Eager for hyung to share you with us. For him to let us treat you like a whore.” His words taunt you. For a moment your eyes leave Jisung turning to face Changbin, his lips finding yours pulling you into a rough kiss.
If there was one thing about Jisung, it was that he didn’t need to be told twice. The moment the words left your mouth something inside of him shifted his gaze turning almost predator-like as he moved closer pulling the fabric down, hands gripping your thighs pulling you closer to him as his mouth connected with your core.
You gasped fighting the urge to press your thighs together as you let your body feed into Jisung’s touch. Holding you steady Changbin’s hand gripped your chin keeping you in place letting his lips devour yours while Jisung had his way with you down below. Unlike Chan, Jisung ate you out with a power you couldn’t quite comprehend. His tongue fast against your clit, pace unforgiving. You hadn’t even realized you were bucking your hips off of the couch until Binnie’s free hand pressed against your hips, his firm grip keeping you in place for Jisung.
“Keep her quite Binnie. We don’t need any other ears passing by to know what we’re doing in here.” Chan ordered Changbin’s kiss deeping at the request.
From where Chan sat he had the perfect view of the scene in front of him. The sight of you spread open for his members made his heart clench with pride. His members deserved the best and of course what better way to reward them for all of their hard work than you? He was well aware of the crushes all the members had on you. He was aware of how the small comments stopped after Jeongin told the rest of them he walked in on the two of you. They respected him and they respected you as their friend and more than that as someone Chan was seeing.
Of course though there were never any set boundaries and tonight Chan was allowing you what you’ve wanted for a while. The idea of being shared amongst his members was something the two of you talked about frequently. You were interested in the 8 of them and as you found out in the past Chan thrived off seeing you with others. He loved to watch and it seemed perfect.
Without any warning Jisung slipped his fingers into your center curling his fingers perfectly causing your body to struggle against Changbin’s hold as you moaned into his lips. The feeling overwhelms you, leaving you unable to focus as you let your body secum to the pleasure you were feeling.
Moans muffled by Changbin you felt yourself inch closer and closer tethering on the edge once again completely unaware of Chan moving around the room. “She’s close, Ji.” He spoke, causing Jisung to fall back, a whine falling from your lips as you broke away from Changbin. Jisung’s fingers instantly come to your mouth smearing the wetness on your lips, pulling you in for a rough kiss.
Breaking away Chan tapped your thigh, his touch pulling you away from the kiss as you waited for his command. Pulling your shirt over your head you sat back completely bare, a smirk playing on his lips motioning for you to come to him.
Repositioning yourself on the couch you hovered over Chan’s lap watching in awe as Changbin shed his clothes letting his cock spring up falling back against his stomach. Mouth watering you stood there frozen in place taking in all of him while Chan moved beneath you lining hip tip up with your entrance.
“You like what you see?” Changbin smirked, his voice low chuckling lightly, pumping himself a few times bringing himself to your lips. Opening your mouth you stuck your tongue out letting him slide in at the same time as Chan, both of them entering you together. Gasping around Changbin’s length you tried to relax Chan’s pace already sending you into a daze.
Changbin was almost the same length as Chan but way thicker feeling heavy in your mouth you struggled around him gagging instantly the moment he hit the back of your throat.
Running his hands up your side Chan gave a light tap on your hip. “Relax baby girl, it’s ok.” He hissed as Changbin pulled on your hair bringing your attention to him, his movements stopping pulling out of your mouth completely.
“Do you trust me?” He asked softly, his eyes locking in on yours as you nodded, whimpering as Chan continued to thrust into you. “Good, I’ve got you angel. I won’t hurt you unless you ask me to, ok? Let’s try again. Open for me.” He prompted, his hand still in your hair guiding you down his length.
In unison the two of them worked together thrusting into you, their pace steady. Eyes wide you looked up at Changbin watching as he groaned curse words leaving his lips, hand continuously guiding you never leaving your hair tugging roughly at your roots.
“You can be rough Binnie, she can take it. She’s ready.” Chan groaned his voice raspy as his pace speeding up his length twitching inside of you. On command Changbin’s grip tightened on your scalp pushing into you roughly. Tears pooling in your eyes you choked around his cock, breath leaving you as he held your head in place, nose pressed against his skin. Looking up you watched Changbin closely letting the tears fall as he growled pulling back roughly. Air filling your lungs, you gasped coughing harshly as Chan kissed your neck. “Fuck I love watching you like this. So fucking beautiful baby, you’re doing so well.”
Nodding at Chan’s words you smiled proudly bringing your hand up to his neck rubbing the side of his face softly. Feeling a light smack against your cheek you broke your eye connection with Chan turning your attention back to Changbin instantly opening your mouth for him.
The look on Changbin’s face as he thrust into your mouth was almost enough to send you over the edge. The pure ecstasy taking over his features as he continued to thrust into you his pace matching Chan’s once again overwhelming your senses. Hand finding your hair again, Changbin guided you roughly, his groans getting louder as his thrusts began to get sloppy.
With one last thrust Changbin came shuddering lightly as you swallowed around him taking his load down before he pulled out of your mouth falling back on the couch. Without Changbin your focus fell back to Chan who was thrusting into you relentlessly chasing his own high slamming your hips down onto him.
“Can I- I need to” You cried eyes searching Chan’s face as his hand gripped the back of your neck bringing your head down to his.
“Don’t even fucking think about it. You can’t cum until Jisung says so or did you forget?” He growled, his grip keeping you close as you whined. You had forgotten, you were so wrapped up in Changbin and Chan that you had forgotten about Jisung. He was the sole reason this whole night started and yet you had forgotten all about him.
With a few final thrusts Chan came hard, filling you up and kissing you roughly while he continued to fuck you through his orgasam. “Be good for Sungie yeah? He’ll take care of you if you’re good, ok?” He spoke softly, his grip on your neck loosening as he thrusts stopped pulling you off him.
From the chair Jisung sat quietly, he had watched his hyungs use you in awe. You were spent and rightfully so. Cum leaking out of you, a thin layer of sweat covering your skin. You looked beautiful and just the sight of you like this made him go feral.
While you leaned back onto Changbin, Jisung stepped up kneeling down on the couch in front of you pushing your legs apart, a chuckle falling from his lips. “Missed me?”
“Jisungie,” You whined watching helplessly as he toyed with you. “I’m sorry.” You cried, your body shuddering as you felt him lick one single stripe from your entrance to your clit gathering cum on his tongue. Leaning forward he gripped your cheeks prompting you to open your mouth. Mouth open, tongue out Jisung let his spit drip into your mouth.
“Swallow.” He ordered watching you closely pushing your hair out of your face. Running his finger slick with precum messily into your folds causing you to squirm underneath him showing him your tongue now completely clean. “Hold her open for me hyung.” Jisung ordered, thrusting into slowly you hissed, throwing your head back onto Changbin’s chest, feeling his arms snake around your front pulling your legs apart and into your chest.
Hips snapping into yours Jisung’s pace was relentless. The sounds of your skin smacking together paired with the wet squelching sounds filled the room. Tears falling from your eyes, you babbled mindlessly begging Jisung for some type of relief. You needed to cum, and more importantly you want to cum for him.
“Shit Ji look at her she’s absolutely fucking ruined. Doesn’t she look beautiful?” Chan rasped his voice smooth and thick like honey from his seat on the side. Eyes locked on you Jisung stared intensely down at you his hand rubbing you clit frantically as he continued to pound into you.
“She is,” He groaned voice strained as the warmth of your body mixed with the reminisce of Chan’s cum blanketed around his cock bringing him closer and closer to his release way faster than he originally expected. “She’s so beautiful. Fuck you’re so beautiful sweetheart.”
Whimpering softly you bite down on your lip hard to keep your moans contained as you felt yourself come close to the edge once again. “Please Ji, please” You murmured barely coherent as your mind fogged cloudy and overwhelmed.
Doing his best to hold back himself Jisung nodded, increasing the pace of his fingers along with his thrusts before he spoke. “Cum.” he ordered and just like that you’re orgasam washed over you Changbin’s hand securely placed around your mouth keeping your voice quiet as you moaned loudly. Clenching down you milked Jisung’s cock bring him to his own relief, head falling forward, his body collapsing on top of you partially as his cock twitched inside of you, stuffing you full once again.
For a moment the two of you stayed like that nozzled into one another heavy breathing filling the silence before Jisung pulled out falling back to the other side of the couch. Brushing your hair out of your face, Changbin kissed your hair with a smile playing on his features. “You did good angel.” He spoke softly.
Nodding you smiled weakly you felt Jisung’s hand running over your thigh as he sat up a fucked out expression, pupils blown and a lazy smile. “He’s right you did so good for us. That was amazing.”
You wanted to thank them but as you opened your mouth the words seemed to fail you causing you to close your mouth again smiling softly completely dazed out. With a chuckle Chan rolled closer to the three of you, his hand stroking your cheek softly.
“Its ok baby, you don’t have to talk. How about we get you cleaned up and we’ll head back to the dorms you’ll stay with us tonight yeah?” He questioned smiling down at you proudly.
“Yeah.” You whispered nodding your head softly laying back. After a few moments of silence the three of them began to take initiative shuffling around the room. Helping you pull on your clothes and getting a sip of water. In awe you say back, completely amazed by their affection before Chan pulled you to your feet, his arm securely locked around your frame.
“Let’s get you home baby,” He smiled, kissing your hair as he lead you out of the building.
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hi! i’m from tumble requesting a drabble :) can i have prompts 57, 99, 133 with 3racha x fem reader (she/her). if that’s too many people/makes you uncomfy, just chan and changbin x fem reader is perfect. thank you so much <3
BANG CHAN x CHANGBIN x FEMALE READER | 2.2k | EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT, STRANGERS TO LOVERS, DRINKING, A THREESOME, SPITROASTING, SUBMISSIVE LEANING CHAN, DOMINANT LEANING CHANGBIN, ORAL, PENETRATIVE SEX, DIRTY TALK, CHAN HAS A PRAISE KINK, MILD DEGRADATION, 2RACHA FUCKS BUT THEIR HEARTS ARE ONLY FOR EACH OTHER
57. “Does he/she know what a desperate little cocksleeve you are?”
▶ Summary: When you best friend and roommate, Chan, starts dating someone new, you’re forced to confront your true feelings for him, and question whether you should be living with him at all
▶ Pairing: Bang Chan × fem reader (non-idol AU, roommates, mutual pining)
▶ Warnings: explicit content (specific warnings under Keep Reading)
