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.”
For better, or for worse, the summer camp you and Felix work at has been a mainstay since the two of you were children. Now in university, working there became an easy way to make some money to line your pockets, the rhythms of it become as easy as breathing, alongside the laundry list of ridiculous rules that keep getting grandfathered in due to unforeseen circumstances.
The lake is cordoned off after midnight courtesy of a skinny dipping mishap with Chan one year, trying to impress his crush. No curry on Friday nights, especially not after the mystery slop Jisung fed to a group of campers who vomited for what seemed like weeks. And after Hyunjin’s shower room misadventures with his then-girlfriend?
No dating between camp staff. None. Zero.
Ultimately, maybe you’re better for it. Without the distractions of other people, work became the priority: between arts and crafts and teaching how to ride a canoe, summers became a time filled to the brim with responsibility and soaking in the sun.
That is, however, before he had heard you, had to lie there inside your shared tent, felt the way your body shifted as you tensed and relax to the slick of your fingers onto your cunt. In turn, you heard the soft growl of his voice, felt the tension of his clenching thighs as he came, the unmistakable moan as he did so.
Then, the dating ban becomes unbearable, as are all these attempts to skirt past it.
“Have your favourite movie,“ Felix grins, sidles up against you in the way you’re too familiar with, Peter Pan in one hand, his chin hooking over your shoulder on the other. Saturday nights, the campers were sent to sleep early, which in your experience, had always meant shimmying out of the girl’s cabin through a broken window they still hadn’t fixed.
You remember the sunrises with Felix in your pubescent years, the drop of his voice and the glow of his skin, sun-loved and golden warm as dawn cracks over the horizon. There will be nothing like that again, jagged rays of light cresting across mountaintops, him hoisting you back up through the window just in time for morning checks.
Felix always seemed to find a way to weasel his way out of consequences, sitting in the mess hall, winking at you from across the way. In the same way your counsellors must have turned a blind eye, then, as Felix shoves the VHS tape into the rickety, ancient player, the two of you silently agree to do the same.
He invades your space with a gracious ease, leans his body weight onto you as the CRT screen flickers, bands sizzling across the thick glass, the sound of the familiar Disney jingle tinny and fractured through the speakers.
Shoulder crashes into shoulder, your skin sticking to his from the faint sheen of sweat, humid summer heat, an act that echoes of an entire childhood spent drawing crayon drawings on Felix’s bedroom floor, trading Pokemon cards with the schoolyard bully. This all sits sharply in contrast to his breath against your ear: “Wanna watch?“ and you know he doesn’t mean the movie, not really.
This has become the routine: while the rest of the counsellors run off for the night to the nearest town, to party and break free for the evening, the two of you volunteer to stay in your respective cabins, trying to stave off suspicions.
The two of you find your way to the staff lounge in the evenings, the only two adults aside from your manager, Peniel, who would rather spend the night playing video games on his wired ethernet connection than being responsible for campers.
Peniel didn’t mind, appreciated, even, how diligently you and Felix worked, didn’t notice the locked staff lounge door, the movie being played just a touch too loud.
It had worked so far, and the hope is that it continues to work.
You’d never been the sort to want to join in the revelry, barely adults loosening the shackles of responsibility in the podunk nearest town. Felix’s insistent on staying back seems to be out of some kind of longstanding loyalty for your friendship, and he makes a big, fussy showing about it.
All of this is nearly believable, but he’d always been the better liar of the two of you. If your colleagues even took the slightest close examination of you, your alibis would fall apart at their hastily knotted seams.
Felix means watch him, as his fingers wander onto the waistband of his shorts, lips pursed and pouting slightly in concentration at the movie as the scenes of London unfurl, static and grainy, across the screen. The light dances off his skin, off those well worn paths of freckled constellations your eyes admire.
When he smiles, the tug of the corners of his mouth speaking to feline mischief, pupils wide, blown, moments before disaster, you wet your own lips and imagine his tongue, the one he bites between his front teeth. “Always,” you reply, an attempt at blithe, and your heart picks up its pace, face turning back towards the movie, one furtive, sidelong glance at him.
He isn’t looking at you, eyes glued onto a movie that he could practically recite, the Peter to your Wendy, seemingly enraptured by the opening scene.
If not for his hand, that continues to play with the string ties of his shorts, pulls the bow apart. He snaps the waistband of it, careful, the sound of it against the skin of his stomach making you jump faintly in your skin. “We’re good?“ Felix intones softly, feeling you move, and his hand is no longer on his shorts, but resting against the pulse of your wrist.
The mere touch slips, settles into ambiguity as he turns to look at you again, as his fingers retreat as quickly as they had arrived. In some ways, it is worse than just touching you, and he feels the fire simmering in his stomach at the absence of connection, the tips of his fingers tingling.
“Yes,” and it seems like you can’t manage anything more than single word responses, the dizzying spin of Peter Pan tugging Wendy off to Neverland an afterthought as Felix swallows again, a mouthful of metallic want.
“Okay.”
As his own hands return to touch himself, to hook thumbs onto his waistbands and pull his bottoms downwards, he watches as you cup and then slide your hands up your chest, the crop of the camp t-shirt just short enough to expose your stomach in the motion. Even breathing seems too much now, the careful way he lifts his slim hips upwards, enough to free his cock from the confines.
Control had never been Felix’s forte, but the rewards had always outweighed immediate gratification, and after all, he shouldn’t be touching you to begin with.
Wasn’t touching you. Couldn’t get in trouble for it. Fantasies in your brains, imagination doing ninety percent of the work. That wasn’t dating, right? Couldn’t get fired over it.
Pretending there’s nothing going on between you is the worst part about this, though, especially as his own fingers, slightly clammy, wrap around his cock, gripping the length. Suddenly, the point of contact between your shoulders, the skin, ignites.
You must feel it too, the way your breathing changes, suddenly through parted lips as your hand snakes underneath the band of your own shorts, and, Felix can only assume, underneath your panties. Though he doesn’t have to imagine it, it’s half the fun, guessing which ones, keeping a personal tally if he’s guessed right.
“It’s,“ you stutter to a start, inhaling sharply past your teeth, a slight arch of your back betraying the fact that you’re sliding your fingers against your clit, the pressure of it growing your arousal.
Your chest rises, and from the way your nipples pebble against your shirt, he can tell you aren’t wearing a bra, makes his hand move against his cock a little more eagerly than he intends, as his own voice rises to match yours:
“What?” The single word contains too many stammers, cuts into the thick silence that the movie barely punctuates. You let out a punched out noise, shaking your head as your eyes screw shut.
Felix melts at the sight of you, pulls your touching shoulders with Herculean effort apart, and turns his body towards you. “Is everything okay?“ Concern is a well worn suit, an expression that he wears well when it comes to you, as he leans in, this time his forehead resting gently against yours.
If not for your hand still underneath your shorts, his cock hard, leaking, pressed against his stomach, the scene is sweet. From this close, he can feel the heat of your breath, the exertion that breathing has on you. When you look up, he realises his mistake as soon as he’s made it, your gaze through your eyelashes freezing him in place.
The part of your lips again, this time to speak, reminds him he hasn’t kissed you, not once, despite all the times he’s imagined it, come close to it, bowed into you when the two of you are on the verge of euphoria. “I’m, frustrated?“ Quickly, you glance downwards, and he understands almost immediately.
“Oh.“ Then, louder: “Do you want me to give you a hand?”
Silence is interrupted by the sound of Tinkerbell, and for a moment, Felix wants to tell you to forget it, to forget the suggestion, the beginnings of a nervous laugh bubbling between his lips to relieve the tension between the two of you.
When you don’t speak, he can feel his body buzz uncomfortably with all the implications, of what the two of you had been doing for going on three weeks already. There would be no way to go back if he pushed any further, past the breaking point, past—
and your kiss is so unexpected that he almost jerks away from the motion, finds himself frantically seeking to return it. There is no possible way his lips could have been yearning for yours, the space between perfect, carved out just for you, the pout of your bottom lip soft and plush. How could it be possible to long for something he didn’t even know until now?
You taste like the crackle of warm sugar, something unbidden, stolen, and he presses himself against you in desperation, forgetting that you couldn’t, shouldn’t be touching like this, even as you incline into him in return. It’s feverish, this kiss that invites touch, and he reaches for you again, traces trembling hand to jawbone.
“Yes?” Felix asks, the word incendiary, asking for a match.
You’re so close that he can see the speckles of colour in your eyes, the whites of them tinged blue from the movie that no longer matters, and you ignite his entire being with a single syllable.
“Yes.”
Frantic, as if he’s afraid you would suddenly come to your senses, remember that you really shouldn’t, couldn’t, Felix shifts your body against his, fits you against him easily.
You don’t sit in his lap, just half your back against his chest, shoulder digging into the slight curve of him leaning over you. He doesn’t kiss you, doesn’t let you again, as he reaches for you, places his palm on your stomach before he also slides his hand past your shorts, into your panties.
There’s hardly enough space there for the two of you, but his intention is clear, his voice barely louder than a growl now, “I’ll help you, yeah? You just gotta let me.“
He can’t feel your pussy, not with your hand clamped over it, but the heat of it is unmistakable, radiating from you. “Open your legs wider,” his voice dips lower than he intends, thick with need, “I can’t help you touch yourself otherwise, yeah?”
And from the sound of your fingers, slicking wetly, you must need him as badly as he needs you. You whimper softly, the words escaping, hurried, as though if they didn’t run, you wouldn’t have a chance to say it, “Lix, we really shouldn’t be… I think we should…ah!”
“Why not?” his mouth fumbles against your neck, free hand sliding on top of your thigh, helping you part your legs further when you don’t make a move. “I’m not even the one touching, fingering you. We can’t get in trouble for something we’re not doing, right? Do you want me to stop?”
You’re trembling on top of him, shoulder shoved sharply into his breastbone as you throw your head back, leaning on him, your eyes upturned towards him again, drunken on feeling. “N-no, I don’t think,“ and your words stick to his ribs, fish hook sinks that tell him he’s already in too deep, pulling at his heart.
Even just the feeling of your fingers, rhythmic underneath his as you thrust them shallowly in and out of yourself, threatens to drown him.
Having you in his space like this feels like knife knicks and salted wounds, and he lets himself have another shaking, careful kiss, ghosts it across the top of your flushed cheeks, darkened skin. “Tell me, okay,“ Felix does his best to keep his voice calm, to ease his own beating heart inside his throat, “Okay? If you want me to stop, or if it hurts, or—”
“It feels good, your hand, Lix, it feels,” your eyes close as you say this, and he feels it directly in his stomach, his cock flexing, dripping with precum despite his best efforts to control himself, “good.“ The struggle to finish your sentences makes him feel like he’s been chewing marbles, like he should gnaw the insides of his cheeks to keep calm.
“Good,” Felix echoes softly, “good. I’ll make you feel even better, yeah?” Mutely, you give him a slight nod, and he feels himself tense up, part disbelief, and he chases.
His hand on top of yours moves, down, past the curl of your fingers, stilled inside of you. You seem to have a late realisation as to what he meant by better, and you flutter, “Lix, it’s not going to…”
He then slides his fingers on top your first knuckle, probing, experimental, before you feel yourself being stretched full with the addition of his finger, crowding next to yours inside you. There’s a soft exhale from your lungs, a gentle rounding out your lips to fit the protest that no longer has any bearings to stand on, “…fi…t, oh, oh my god.”
All he can think of now is the feeling of you, tight, warm, around his finger, the feeling of your index and middle fingers against him only contributing to the sensation. “Shh,“ through his teeth, he then sucks in his cheeks, like drinking through a straw, biting the flesh of his mouth.
It’s all he can do to prevent himself from losing it all together, to fucking his fingers into you, handle you roughly, find what touches against your clit make you break. “Does this help?“
The question earns a reaction from you, a slight movement from your fingers compounding the way your cunt tightens. Felix can’t help the moan he lets out in response, wanting more as you nod again in confirmation.
He’s trying his best not to get lost in the sensation, in the scent of your skin, the sweat that’s rolling down his forehead from both the summer heat and simply the feeling of you, so close to him. It’s made worse by your hips, now moving in small, gyrating movements into his hand.
Touch hungry, he composes himself just enough to mumble, “Move your fingers with me,” before moving his inside of you, pushing you to do the same. The intended effect is the whine that releases from your throat, as if there had been a stranglehold there keeping it tight.
At the same time, your shoulder drop, string-cut, and you nod, seemingly out of instinct.
The motion of his fingers with yours is slow, but with the way your thighs tighten, in time with each successive curl of his fingers, is more than enough. “Felix?“ His full name from your mouth brings him straight back, the wavering of it signaling something wrong as your head turns towards the door.
Quickly, Felix scrambles for the blanket on the couch, throwing it over between the two of you just as the staff lounge door struggles open, the lock rattling. His fingers still inside you, Felix turns his body towards the door, watching as Jeongin walks in, can of beer in hand.
“Why’dja lock the door?“ he slurs his words just a little, clearly from the night out.
“Why are you back so early?” and Felix doesn’t mean to sound accusatory, but he feels the way you squirm underneath the blanket, try to withdraw your hand even as he gently pushes the heel of his into the back of yours.
Stay still.
“Car on the way to downtown broke down. We had to push it back up the hill, took an hour. Started a fire with beers by the lake, if you two want to join.“ And he can’t focus, not really, not with the way you tighten around him, around your own fingers.
Shaking his head, he indicates towards you. “Not feeling well. Best friend duty calls, yeah?” It’s a signal for you to agree, but you can’t even manage that much, shivering slightly as you lean back into him.
Jeongin eyes the two of you, near suspicion, but shrugs, taking another swig of his beer. “Your call. We’ll be there. There’s fever reducers in the nurse’s office, yeah?“
Dismissively, singularly focused, Felix nods again, watching as Jeongin closes the door behind him.
With another few pumps of his finger against yours, this time rougher, more insistent, he pulls out of you. “More?“ You’re still shaking slightly, fingers slick as you also withdraw your fingers.
The confirmation is in a soft echo, “More,” and Felix now guides your fingertips, alongside his, to your clit, rubbing, your own touch at first unsure, made firmer by his own touch. “Lix, Lix, Felix,” you whimper softly, and hastily, he shoves two fingers back into your cunt, propriety forgotten, finger fucking you properly.
It’s a delicious release of the flood gates, the way your body responds to him, your eyes fluttering close immediately, as you try without success to stop yourself from moaning, mirrored in his groans by your ear.
You’re still rolling circles over your own clit as he finger fucks you, and the feeling of you, so wet on his hand, so desperate to get off that you’re moving your hips into him again, has him so hard that he doesn’t know what to do with himself. The only thing left to do is to make sure you’re coming before he even entertains the possibility of anything else, and he’s desperate for this, too.
“Feels good?“ Felix asks, attaching his mouth to your neck again, this time more purposeful, this time with more teeth, inviting your answer with a graze of them against the shell of your ear.
“Feels good, feelsgood, ah, Felix, I’m, there.” Whether it’s an indication of destination, or the spot that his fingers touch, velvet and soft inside of you, he isn’t all the way sure, but he moves with purpose anyways, grinding into you until you’re quaking, your tailbone grinding into his thigh.
The next thing he knows, you’re grabbing at him, arm around his neck, pulling him down for a kiss as you’re fumbling with kicking off your shorts, barely make it to shoving your panties off one leg, still looped around the other. It’s a flash bang of movements, and he’s suddenly aware that he’s still erect, cock red, needy, just as you roll yourself down against him, missing, mindless.
When he says your name, cups your cheek with one firm hand, you’re shaking your head back and forth. “Please,” you beg softly, and there’s a dirty, vulgar kind of satisfaction in this word for Felix, the way it wheezes out of you.
“Please?” he repeats it for himself, watches you nod, so eager, so needy.
“Empty, please, I need,” and whatever already diminished self control he had professed to having disappears. His hands retreat briefly, enough to grip your hips as he moves you onto him completely. It takes a few uneven tries, you too incoherent to be of any help but grinding down onto him, his cock catching the lip of your pussy.
It makes electricity course its way through his entire body, the feeling itself near enough to make him lose it then and there, and Felix grits his teeth, jaw tight as he finally pushes himself inside you.
The feeling alone is enough, the wetness he had felt before with his fingers ten-fold, a loaded gun as you rock on top of him. There is barely any rhythm to it, barely anything but barely concealed rutting, wanting, needing, both of you dissolving into the sensation of each other.
“Fuck,” obscene, the word goads you into moving faster, and he tightens one arm across your stomach, pulling back as you rise, thrusting upwards to meet you. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good. Fuck, I’m going to lose my fucking mind. I’m going to fuck you to make it all up to you, yeah?”
And all he needs, really, is the indulgence in your reply, the way your eyes roll back as you look at him, all fucked out, all sex-drunk, “Yes, yes,“ consequences be damned, dating ban be damned, all his.
“Fuck,” You groaned, eyes looking Felixup and down, watching as the boys’ chest heaved up and down, thick, white droplets dripping down it, his eyes half-closed and his tongue practically hanging out “You’re so fucking pretty,”
Felix whined softly, bucking up slightly when you placed your hand on his thigh, squeezing it lightly. You chuckled, amused by the boy’s desperation, your other hand finding it’s way to Felix’s chin, and, gripping it softly, you made Felix look up to you, his eyes wide.
“Mommy’s own little angel,” You sighed, smiling softly, and the boy beneath you couldn’t help the red rising to his cheeks
“M-mommy-” He breathed, but didn’t continue
“What is it, beautiful?” You asked, and Felix’s pouted softly “Come on baby, tell mommy what her pretty kitty wants,”
“P-please-” He started again “Please make me cum again, mommy,”
You breathed out another laugh.
“Tell me something first,”
Felix looked to you, lips parted, and you stayed silent for a second longer, admiring the freckles spotted around his cheeks, his cupid’s bow even more present with his swollen lips, eyes shining with the beginning of pleasure-induced tears, and so much more, all of his features breath-taking.
“I want you to tell me how pretty you are,”
You watched as Felix’s eyes widened, the red on his cheeks becoming a furious scarlet.
“I-I-” He stuttered after a moment of processing, knowing that if he protested then he’d be scolded “I’m…mommy’s pretty boy-”
You hummed slightly, knowing that you weren’t gonna get anything else out of Felix, no matter how much he wanted you to make him feel good.
“Good boy,” You soothed, running your hand previously on his chin through his hair, your free hand moving up to his cock, taking a soft hold of it
He moaned, visibly tensing
“You’re so fucking perfect,” You growled, and Felix nodded
Kinktober Day 22 - degradation x Changbin (gn!reader)
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“You think it’s fun to be like that in public, you dirty slut?” You growled, and Changbinwhimpered, hips lifting off the bed “Well?”
“N-no- I’m sorry-” He tried to answer, but you interrupted anymore of his words with a scoff
“You sure didn’t seem worried when you were whispering right into my ear about how much you wanted me to fuck you,”
“J-just wanted you t-”
“Such a shameless fucking whore,” You interrupted again “You want me to touch you, is that it?”
“Please-” He stuttered, wrists tugging against the ropes you’d restrained him with
“Why should I touch such a horny bitch, hm? Do you really think your pathetic cock deserves pleasure?”
“Please- I don’t- but please- I just wanted you to- hah- to pay attention to me,”
“Well you have my attention now, right? Aren’t you satisfied?”
You scowl grew into a smirk when Changbin squeezed his eyes shut, cock pulsating and dripping with pre-cum. His entire body was heaving up and down, and his cheeks were an unbelievable shade of red. He hadn’t intended to make you this mad, or to be punished quite this much, and the humiliation from your words was almost unbearable, but he couldn’t deny how much it turned him on, how much he wanted to hear more, just how much more it made Changbin want to feel you against him.
“Dumb slut,” You muttered, slapping his thigh at his lack of answer, and Changbin groaned
“Please…” He whimpered
You raised a disapproving brow, but you knew that soon enough you’d give into the boy’s admittedly adorable pleads, so you intended to reprimand him as much as you could while you still had self-control.
Kinktober Day 21 - dacryphilia x Hyunjin (gn!reader)
[01:28]
“F-fu-”Hyunjingasped, hips shaking as your fingers ghosted over his dripping, bright red cock
“There something wrong, pretty?” You asked, cocking your head
“Please-” He started, voice shaking and lips trembling “Please touch me I-”
“Baby, it hasn’t even been an hour yet,” You smiled, a single finger trailing along his inner thigh, going ever-so-close to where Hyunjin wanted you most right now “You don’t seem like you’re in that much pain? I think after this we can go for another hour, hm?”
“Fuck-” He sobbed, voice cracking, and he squeezed his eyes shut, a tear leaving either eye as he did
You licked your lips, brows furrowing softly.
“What’s your colour, baby?”
Hyunjin blushed, wet eyes opening again only to immediately avert themselves from you.
“G-green-” He managed, Adam’s apple bobbing up and down rapidly
“Why so hesitant?” You asked, smile returning even more devilish than before “Is my baby boy embarrassed?”
Hyunjin didn’t reply
“What are you embarrassed about, pretty?” You continued, leaning forward, both of your hand going to his abdomen and running along it, eliciting a shiver
“I-” Hyunjin started, eyes still looking anywhere but you, and face getting redder by the second, knowing you weren’t gonna be giving up the question any time soon “It’s embarrassing…how much your torturing turns me on-”
“It turns you on so much that you’re ashamed to admit it?” You raised a brow “What a dirty pain slut you are,”
The boy whined, bucking his hips upwards. You bit your lip before harshly, finally, wrapping your hand around Hyunjin’s cock, and giving it a quick pump before taking your hand away again. A guttural moan left the boy’s throat, his hips rising off the bed, trying to follow your hand, and once again, you saw tears leave his eyes, and a choked sob leave his lips.
“Please- fuck-” He whimpered, cock twitching
“I thought you liked it when I tortured you?”
He let out another sob, tears beginning to flow freely down his cheeks now. You paused a moment.
“You sure you’re green, pretty?” You whispered softly
Hyunjin didn’t look at you, but he nodded immediately.
“Hm…you really are a dirty little bitch,”
Hyunjin whined, cock twitching again at your words.
“Please…”
“Let’s see how many more tears I can get out of you after I make you cum until you can’t anymore,” You cooed, softly taking his cock into your hand, and Hyunjin moaned, unable to believe the affect you had on him
Kinktober Day 20 - orgasm denial x Felix (f!reader)
[00:18]
“I-I’m gonna-” Felixgasped, hips stuttering upwards into your hand around his cock as you thrusted into him with a strap
You suddenly came to a stop, pausing all your actions, and there was a split second of processing before a long, loud, and probably completely involuntary whine erupted from Felix’s throat. You licked your lips, smirking as you watched the boy’s eyes squeeze shut.
“M-mommy-” The boy started, opening his eyes to reveal tears building up in them
You cooed softly
“How cute…” You whispered, leaning forward and cupping his cheeks in your hand, purposely smearing Felix’s pre-cum- that was on your dominant hand- around his face
Felix’s mouth was hung open, panting, and as he opened it a bit more to talk, you started moving your hips again, resulting in a low whimper. Bringing your hand back down, you started to pump him as well, quickly reverting to the fast pace you were at before.
Felix’s noises quickly started up again, this time with the occasional sob crossed with both pain and pleasure, but he didn’t complain about anything. It was maybe two more minutes of Felix’s whining, moaning, and whimpering until his hips began to buck up sporadically, chest heaving up and down.
“P-please-” He sobbed, eyes now puffy, but he wasn’t yet crying “Please let me cum mommy- I- I can’t-”
“But you look so fucking pretty all desperate and whiny like this,” You said, tutting afterwards, and Felix whimpered
The boy didn’t say anything more- whether it was because he couldn’t, or because he was embarrassed by the praise, you couldn’t tell- he only bit his lip so hard you thought it could bleed when, once again, you slowed down, halting completely after a couple seconds.
Finally, tears started dripping down the sides of his face, pathetic whimpers continually leaving his trembling lips.
“Oh baby,” You soothed, bringing your relatively clean hand to wipe his tears “You’re such a good boy for me, kitty,”
“It-” He choked out “It hurts, mommy,”
“Mommy’ll fix it, pretty,” You smiled “You deserve such a big reward, don’t you?”
Felix managed to stutter out a ‘thank you’, as you started moving, and you smiled, somehow managing to both embarrass Felix even further and make his chest even warmer with the proud look in your eyes.
“Mommy…”Minhowhined, an obviously exaggerated pout adorning his lips as he pushed your phone out of your face, replacing it with himself, straddling you
“Yes?” You looked to him, raising a brow
“I’ve been really good lately, you know,” He said, meeting your gaze with wide eyes
You snorted condescendingly before putting your phone on the bedside table and looking back to your boyfriend, who looked like he was- or was at least trying to be- serious.
“Baby,” You chuckled “What kind of ‘good boy’ so shamelessly asks for a reward?”
“I didn’t ask for a reward,” He shrugged
“Well it’s obvious you want something. What is it?”
“Choke me,” He said, eyes darkening and a smirk finding it’s way onto his face
You blinked, before leaning to the side and grabbing your phone again. Minho whined, and took the phone from your grasp, placing it behind him. You sighed, rolling your eyes shortly as Minho fussed on top of you.
You met eyes with you boyfriend once again.
“Beg me,”
Minho huffed, but nonetheless, he opened his mouth.
“Please choke me mommy,” He said, voice child-like, but that didn’t stop him from begging with the most sinful things that first popped into his mind “Want your hands wrapped around my dumb little throat so bad- want you to choke me like the fucking slut I am, mommy,”
“Jesus christ you’re such a desperate whore,” You muttered, and without saying another word, lifted your arms up to wrap them around Minho’s throat, immediately pressing your two thumbs into the front of his neck, quite hard as well, giving the boy no time to brace himself. Minho gasped, letting out a soft, choked moan.
“At least this shuts you up,” You smirked
“M-more-” Minho said meekly
Your smile dropped, and you let go of him. Minho’s eyes widened and he immediately went to grab your wrists.
“Please-!”
“I was already going hard enough,” You said, placing your hands on his thighs and pulling him closer to you- Minho knew you were scolding him, and your tone was harsh, but the glint in your eyes suggested that in the moment, he worried you “Maybe if you had more concern for your own wellbeing when I’m doing things like that to you-”
“I’m sorry,” Minho said, hands pawing at your shoulders “Please- I- I know my boundaries- please keep going mommy I promise I’ll tell you if I really can’t breathe,”
You regarded him for a moment
“Lie down,” You said, and he immediately got off of you, going to lay flat on his back
You climbed in top of the boy, hands once again, going to his neck and wrapping around it, but this time, you started off lightly.
“You’re such a trouble-maker,” You growled
“Mm- yeah- hah-” Minho started “but it turns you on, doesn’t it?”
You rolled your eyes, beginning to press harder.
“Guess not even choking can make that dumb mouth of yours stop,” You muttered, making sure Minho kept eye contact with you as you spoke “Maybe next time we should try a gag,”
Kinktober Day 16 - face fucking x Bang Chan (m!reader)
[20:49]
You looked up from your phone as you heard the front door open and close, and saw Chanwalk into the room, head in one of his hands while rubbing his eyes with the other.
“Hey baby boy,” You smiled, and opened your arms, expecting him to fall into them
“Daddy…” Chan said, his voice groggy and eyes tired “Fuck…just use me,”
You blinked, trying to process Chan’s words as the boy dropped his bag on the couch, sitting on his knees in front of you, eyes basically closed and head going to rest on your thigh.
“Baby…” You said, chuckling slightly, dropping your arms and going to cup his cheeks in your hands “What’d you just say?”
“Please…” Chan whispered, rubbing his nose into you “I’m so stressed I-…I need to feel like I’m not in control, and- and that nothing depends on me and-”
You shushed him quietly, putting on a soft smile.
“Do you remember your safe-word?”
Chan nodded.
Your smile dropped, and your face suddenly darkened.
“Sit against the wall. Now,” You practically growled
“Huh-?”
“Are you questioning me?”
Eyes widening, Chan jumped up, going against the nearest wall and sitting down, his back flat against it and his legs crossed. You followed, getting up and walking towards your boyfriend, unbuckling your belt as you went. As you stood in front of Chan, his face level with your crotch, you let your pants and boxers fall before slowly kicking them behind you.
Chan audibly gulped.
“Put your arms up,” You said, almost blankly now, but your voice was still stern
He immediately obeyed, putting his arms above his head, whimpering as you wrapped one of your own hands around his wrists, holding them there, before using your free hand to grab your own, almost fully hard cock now, directing into Chan’s slack jaw.
The boy moaned as soon as you went inside him, whining as you moved your once again free hand to the back of his head, grabbing a hold of the tufts of his hair, that weren’t particularly soft- you’d have to force Chan to take a shower afterwards. You held the boy in place as you pulled out, and then roughly thrusted back in. He moaned again, every part of his body except his mouth going slack, letting you hold him up.
“Such a good toy,” you smiled, continuing to thrust into the boy, guttural moans leaving his stuffed mouth, eyes completely glazed over and looking up to you
You continued fucking they boy’s mouth, hand pushing his head forward slightly in time with you, your grip on his wrists not faltering, and Chan’s moans only getting more consistent, making the occasional slurping noise and what almost sounded like sobs.
It was a couple minutes of you simply thrusting into his throat as he sat helplessly, whimpering and moaning, you occasionally groaning out praises or degradations.
“Fuck,” You groaned, head leaning back “You want daddy’s cum, little slut?”
Chan responded by bucking his hips upwards, shutting his eyes briefly before opening them again, and moaning the loudest you’d heard yet.
“Yeah, want my cum all the way down your useless little throat?”
You could tell Chan tried to nod, and you began going faster, before finally, with a couple low grunts, you came, making sure that Chan’s nose was touching your abdomen as you did.
“Good boy,” You muttered softly, pulling out, but Chan leaned forward trying to kiss your tip, a thick mixture of saliva and cum dribbling out of his mouth
He stayed silent for a while as you let go of his arms, and they immediately dropped beside him.
“…thank you,” He muttered, lids heavy
“Anything for my precious angel,” You said, smile reverting back to soft as you bent down to make your own face level with his, your hands going to hold his face, thumbs rubbing across his cheeks “Now, Do you want a shower or…?”
“More than anything,” He replied quickly
You looked down unsurely to Chan’s crotch, the tent in his pants looking almost painful, and so much pre-cum leaking out of it that it had leaked through the fabric.
“I’m so tired…” He muttered, noticing your gaze
“You sure you don’t want me to take care of you just a little bit more?”
The boy hesitated for a moment, eyes casting downwards
Kinktober day 15 - sensory deprivation x Han Jisung (gn!reader)
[00:19]
Jisung whimpered, eyes fluttering shut and arms tugging softly at the ropes that held his limbs to either side of the bed, feeling your hands softly wrap a blindfold around his head, before tying a secure knot to hold it in place.
“Too tight?” You asked, voice low, and Jisung shook his head, face getting redder with every passing second
His breath hitched when he heard you pick up the ball gag on the bedside table, and he opened his mouth, trying to relax his jaw, but as soon as he felt it against his lips, he couldn’t help but tense.
“Are you okay, puppy?” Jisung felt you lean forward, visibly relaxing when your hand cupped his cheek “You don’t want the gag?”
“No!” He said with a rather loud voice “I want it- I just- I’m nervous- but I really want it,”
You hummed slightly, before giving him a light pat on the cheek, and going back to the ball gag, slowly bringing it to his mouth before securing it around his head. You leaned back, taking in the sight of Jisung tied up on the bed, blindfolded, and gagged, looking possibly as helpless as you’d ever seen him.
“You remember your non-verbal safe word?” You asked, and Jisung immediately nodded
Smiling approvingly, even though you knew Jisung couldn’t see you, you looked down to see his cock hard and practically dripping against his abdomen. Slowly, you brought your hand to it, tracing just a single finger along him.
Your boyfriend immediately responded, his hips bucking upwards and a throaty whimper passing through the gag- you could already see drool about to pool and drip at the side of his mouth. You cooed softly, and Jisung tried to whine in return.
Without warning, you suddenly wrapped your entire hand around the boy’s cock, and gave a quick pump. Jisung moaned, and despite it being muffled, it was loud. You smirked, and continued pumping him at an immediately fast pace. Jisung began to struggle against the restraints, head moving around, and the saliva that had been pooling finally dripping down the sides of his chin.
Again, without warning, you stopped, earning a retaliation of muted whines, and the fussing of the boy beneath you. You stayed still for a moment, before getting up from the bed. At first, Jisung calmed down, and he’d stopped complaining, but then you took a step, and another. You were actually just going to the other side of the bed, but the boy immediately began to make noise again, his whining much more desperate than complaintive now.
You decided not to speak, and instead stood still for a while as Jisung’s whines died down, the boy realising now that since he hadn’t heard the door open and that you’d stopped walking, you probably weren’t leaving him.
“You want me to touch you, baby?” You asked, and Jisung nodded fervently
Leaning over him, making sure not to put pressure on the bed so that Jisung couldn’t feel you, you, again, took an almost harsh hold of his cock, causing yet another throaty moan, and you began pumping him.
This time you didn’t stop, and slowly moved onto the bed while continuing your actions, going between Jisung’s legs.
It was only another two minutes or so of pumping, caressing, and taking the occasional pause, before Jisung’s moaning turned into garbled speech that you assumed to be begging, his body movements only getting more sporadic.
“You gonna cum?”
He nodded, whining and whimpering, trying to get out words that he and you both knew you wouldn’t be able to make out.
“Okay baby,” You smiled “Cum for me,”
And a few seconds later, he did, hot white strips spurting out of his cock, hips bucking and muscles tensing, involuntarily tugging on the ropes.
You got off the bed, wiping your partially cum-covered hand on Jisung’s bare thigh before walking to the closet, and pulling out a bottle of lube and a strap, smirking as you looked again upon your boyfriend waiting on the bed, chest heaving up and down, completely unaware of how far from done you were with him.
Seungmin shakily breathed out, trying to control himself as your hands wrapped around his waist from the back, your boyfriend on all fours in front of you, a puppy-ear headband and light blue collar adorned on his otherwise bare body.
“D-daddy-” Seungmin started, letting a whimper escape as he felt your cock prod against his entrance
“What is it, puppy?” You smirked, tightening your grip on his waist, and leaning forward more, beginning to rub yourself against Seungmin
“Please- please-” He continued, whimpering with every word “Please put your cock in me- I need it so bad- want daddy to fill me up with his cum-”
“Yeah?” You asked, and, very slowly, you pushed just the tip inside of Seungmin’s hole
“Yeah- hah- breed me-” He gulped
You licked your lips, smirk only growing before you pushed inside the boy underneath you all at once. Seungmin moaned, and despite him having had immediately buried his face into the sheets to muffle it, you were sure that if anyone else were in the apartment, they’d hear it loud and clear.
“P-please-” He whispered after a couple seconds of heavy breathing
Without replying, you began to move in and out of the boy, grunting lowly every time you went back inside him.
“You’re so fucking tight every time, puppy,” You growled, and began to speed up
Seungmin whined, hips automatically beginning to move back in time with you, but you quickly raised your hand, bringing it down with a harsh spank, and Seungmin moaned again, practically drooling.
Soon enough you were thrusting into the boy at full force, and somewhere along the lines, you’d leaned forward, hand going to the front of his neck and pulling back, choking the boy just enough for it to inhibit his breathing, especially with you fucking him so fast.
“Fuck-” You groaned, closing your eyes briefly
“Daddy- I’m gonna cum-” He moaned
“Gonna cum without your pathetic little cock even being touched?” You smiled, and Seungmin whined before nodding, whispering out a ‘please’ that you couldn’t refuse “Go on puppy, cum for daddy,”
He moaned a ‘thank you’, before, after a couple seconds, he came, spurts of white decorating the sheets beneath him. You didn’t stop, though, and Seungmin’s whines only became louder, but the boy didn’t complain- now that he’d orgasmed, all that was on his mind was you cumming inside him.
“I’m gonna cum,” You grunted again, speed increasing ever so slightly
“Please- please breed me daddy- want your fucking- ah- want your cum so bad,”
“Such a good puppy,” You breathed, trying to control your own breathing, voice uneven from how you were thrusting into Seungmin “Since you said it so nicely, I’ll give it to you,”
It was a couple more moments before you came, moaning throatily and making sure to be as deep inside Seungmin as you could get. Seungmin whined, trying to utter out what you assumed to be a thank you, but he couldn’t quite get the words together.
Slowly, you pulled out, and put your hands on either side of Seungmin’s ass, spreading him slightly as white cum began to drip out of him.
“What a good little pet,” You mused, and smacked him slightly, causing the boy to jolt, and then whine
“Thank you, daddy,” He whimpered, burying his face into the covers once again
Kinktober Day 13 - cum/spit play x Hyunjin (gn!reader)
[21:03]
“Ngh- fu- uahhh”Hyunjinmoaned, trying to swear, but unable to finish the word with his mouth hung open, a trail of drool leaking down the side of his chin as cum spurted out of his cock, and onto his torso
You bit your lip as you watched his hips buck upwards, his eyes rolled back, Adams apple rapidly bobbing up and down, and chest heaving as he tried to control himself.
“Such a pretty boy” You muttered, tracing a finger along his torso, scooping up a bit of the cum as you went, before stopping at his nipple, and circling your finger around it once.
Hyunjin immediately responded to the simple gesture, moaning throatily, his body twitching.
You lifted up your hand, going back and scooping up more of the cum, with three fingers this time.
“Might as well put that open mouth of your to use,” You smiled, bringing the fingers towards Hyunjin’s swollen lips
He whined at your words, but nevertheless took your fingers without hesitation, immediately beginning to lick and suck them, occasionally taking them out of his mouth and kissing the tips before wrapping his mouth around them again.
“God, you’re so fucking hot,” You growled, and opened your palm, looking to the boy expectantly
Hyunjin immediately got the message, and switched to gliding his tongue along your entire hand rather than just your three fingers. His desperation was all too clear in the way his arms were visibly struggling to stay on the bed- as you’d instructed him to do- and the way his cock was now fully hard again, pre-cum building up at the tip.
You took your hand away from his mouth
“Please…” He whimpered
“So, so pretty,” You smiled, bringing your hand down to his cock
Hyunjin’s thighs twitched as you wrapped your saliva-covered hand around him, giving a quick pump
“Aren’t you, baby?”
“Y-yes” He stuttered in return, gulping as he tried to meet your eyes
Summer:badboy au!, college au!,enemies to lovers au!,smut, slight angst, fluff, blowjob, tongue sucking, hair pulling, name calling, morning sex, spitting, marking, masturbation, sir kink.
Finally after 2000 years, I’m sorry it took so long. But anyway I hope you enjoy it sweet:)) thank you for requesting!
I love changbin a lot and he can ruin me anyday okay bye enjoy
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FRIDAY-10:14 AM
“Hiya angel” You hear his annoying, but slightly intoxicating voice from behind you. You let out a groan before turning around meeting his dark gaze, you roll your eyes as you notice the lolly pop he had in between his lips. He took it out of your bag.
“What do you want? Also I would highly appreciate it if you didn’t steal my things” you say, turning back to your work. Only to be taken away from it again as you feel your hair being tugged at. What a fucking child.
“Sorry angel, I’ll try not to next time. but I would like to interest you in a different thing to suck on, ive been told it’s pretty sweet” and there he goes again, being an over confident prick. You literally wanted to bang your head against the desk, hopefully to find yourself in a hospital. Away from seo changbin.
You just ignored him this time, hoping he’d just shut up and leave you alone. After a couple of minutes he didn’t speak, you felt relief wash over you. You had a few minutes of silence finally, you got back to writing your essay, chewing on your lip to try to concentrate.
You knew the minutes of silence wouldn’t last, you hear him tapping against the table, loudly. He began to let out Loud coughs, every 5 seconds or so. It began to get on your nerves and you felt the anger boil up inside you.
“I swear to fucking god changbin, just go get one of your hoes to fix that small problem of yours in the janitors office. So you can leave me alone” you fire back at him, quite proud at yourself. You slouch back into your seat, closing your eyes waiting to hear the door slam. But you didn’t.
“You wouldn’t call it a small problem if you saw angel” he whispered into your ear, making you freeze up, your eyes darting open at the closeness of his breath on your skin. You let out a shaky breath as you notice him just an inch away from your face. A blush apparent on your face already.
“Changbin, don’t call me angel” you breath out, moving your face away from his slightly. Still so close to him though. You breathed in the smell of him, he smelt like honey and vanilla.
“But you’re my angel y/n”
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SATURDAY-7:45 AM
Well, you didn’t expect to wake up with a very buff arm slung around your bare waist. His breath fanning over your neck, which was littered in pretty little marks that had turned into a dark purple within the night. You felt an ache in your hips, most probably from where his hands gripped at the skin. Small bruises imprinted on your hips from his soft fingertips.
You thought he’d be gone when you woke up, slipped out when you slipped into dream land. But he didn’t, he stayed. Changbin kept you wrapped in his arms all night. You felt butterflies erupt in your tummy at the thought, the thought of not being like the others. A quick fuck then he dips and never talk to you again.
“What you thinking about angel” he interrupts you from your thoughts, a large smile forming on your lips at the pet name. You had to make out you hated it for years, but changbin knew it made you giddy inside.
“Am I like the others” you say, slowly the smile falling. Fear creeping up in your chest, waiting for his answer.
“No, you never were and you never will be” his voice a little shaky but you knew he meant it. You turned to look at him, now this time he was the one blushing. You turn yourself around more, so your faces where close. Your breath fanning against his lips.
You feel his hand run up your back, then to the back of your neck, gripping lightly. He pushes you closer to him, not fully kissing you but your lips touching. You feel his tongue make contact with your lips, licking up and down. Little groans leaving him as he pushes the wet muscle into your cavern. A muffled “suck” leaving him.
You obey, wrapping your lips around his tongue and sucking slowly. Closing your eyes, enjoying the noises that left him. You tasted the sweet taste of the watermelon lollipop you both shared last night.
You feel him pull away, a small whine leaving you as he left your mouth. He chuckled, running his hand across your cheek, his finger tip tracing your bottom lip.
“Now I want you to suck me angel” his voice deep, full of lust. You nod your head, pulling the covers away from the both of you. Goosebumps rising as the cold air hit your naked skin, soon forgetting as you see him already hard for you. A hum leaving you as you spit into your palm, wrapping your hand around his cock. Your gaze set on how the bead of pre cum leaked from his tip, you slide your thumb over him, smearing the thick substance around his reddened tip.
“You’re so hard sir, so hard for your angel” you giggle out. You push your ass back, arching your back, making sure your eyes were glued to his. You lick a long stripe, from the base to the tip, before pushing him into your mouth the tiniest bit. The way his hips stuttered and a low groan left him, had your thighs quivering.
Changbin felt a rush of excitement when you called him sir, it never really effected him but the words leaving your lips did.
You moan at the taste of his cum, praising him. You began to suck on his tip while your hand slowly pumps him up and down, your muffled moans sending vibrations.
Changbin felt like he was loosing himself, his veiny hands gripped at your soft locks, tugging every once in a while. His head rolling back against the pillow, loud cry’s leaving him now. His hips fully bucking up into your mouth, wanting to be deeper in your throat.
So you stopped the teasing and took him down your throat, all while your hand pumped him. You let your other hand trail down your tummy, then to your soaked heat. Rubbing small but fast circles. Heat lighting up in your lower stomach, waves of pleasure running through your body.
“that’s my dirty slut, Hm? Touching yourself for sir” he growls out, pulling your hair harder making tears prick your eyes. You push two fingers into your cunt, letting out a low whine which made changbin growl again. You slowly buck into your fingers as you swallow around his cock, choking slightly.
You feel his hips begin to stutter, breathless praises leaving his lips making butterflies erupt in your tummy again.
“I-I’m gonna cum, you g-gonna swallow for me princess” he whispers, bringing one of his hands down to rub your cheek. You hum onto him, wanting his cum. He takes that as a yes as he begins to let himself go, the prettiest noises leaving him.
You feel his hot load fill your mouth, you gag slightly but swallow it like a good girl. It wasn’t that the taste was bad, it was just very unusual and the consistency wasn’t that great. But hey cum is cum.
You pull him out of your mouth, leaving a small kitten lick before sitting up. Removing your fingers from yourself.
“That’s my good angel, but Sir wants you to cum now,okay?” He chuckles, bringing you onto his lap.
Summery: wolf au!, Fantasy au!, college au!,mates au!,smut, fluff, PDA, sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up, be safe), Kissing,swearing, dirty talk, against the wall, creampie, impreg,ripping clothes, teasing, licking, marking,breast play, cuddles,aftercare.
I’m sorry I wasn’t back but I’m here:)
Also the gif is too soft for the story bUT I had to use it, he looks so
Also I’m sorry this is sooooo late:((
I couldn’t think of a title for this, I’m sorry, my mind just went completely blank with the title…
Also just letting yall know,, if any of you wear chunky ass platform boots. We are married Idc.
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You could sense it.You noticed the way his hands trembled when you touched him, If you bumped into him or if you moved the stray hair out of his face. A small expression of panic would wash over him and he’d move away slightly, his cheeks turning a pretty pink. Oh your poor boy is in heat soon. Very soon as it seems.
You swirled your tongue around the cherry lollipop, humming a tune as you walked to Chris’s music class hoping you both could get lunch with the free period you both had. A smile breaking out on your face as you notice him leaning against the wall with his headphones in.
You slightly creep towards him, before wrapping your arms around his waist and squeezing tight. You hear him chuckle before he turns around placing a kiss to your forehead.
“You wanna grab lunch” you say before pulling away, popping your lollipop back into your mouth. A small warmth spreading across your body as you see his eyes divert to your lips, his tongue poking out to run over his slightly chapped lips. You let out a hum, rubbing your hand up his arm to his face to cup his cheek.
“You’re really warm, maybe we should get you home instead Hm?” You giggle out, pulling your hand away to grip his and intertwining your fingers together. You hear his heart rate pick up, you could smell the lust falling off of him.
Food will have to wait.
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As soon as you step foot into his house you’re against the wall, your hand pinned by his and his lips against yours. You listen in to see if any of his family are home, fortunately they aren’t.
The heat radiating off his body making you feel on fire, his scent drowning you in bliss. The heat that filled your lower stomach began to blaze with want, pathetic whines leaving you making chans head fuzzy. He wanted to devour every inch of you, feel the way you buck up into him for more or the way your hands grip his bare skin. He needed to pleasure you, make you feel like the whole world revolved around you.
“Upstairs” you breath out, pushing at his chest. You didn’t really like the idea of any of his family walking through the door as he’s dicking you down in the hallway.
A low growl leaves his lips before his arms wrap around you again, throwing you over his shoulder. You let out a giggle as you feel a slap to your ass. He quickly jogged up the steps, letting out small growls as he got closer to the oak door of his bedroom. A wave of relief washing over you as you entered the warm room.
Again, your back is pressed against the maroon coloured wall, Chan’s hand wrapping around your thigh and pulling you up against him. You pushed your lips against his, enjoying how soft and plump they were. Your ran your hands underneath his plain white shirt, feeling the muscles clench under your touch.
“Take me, fill me up,Make sure I have your pups”you say in the most sinful way, letting out a small moan after the words left your lips. You hear the growl rumble through his chest, his sharp nails dragging down the fabric of your blouse. Ripping it from your frame. The black lace that held your breasts up fully on show, making chan’s heart race. His eyes darkening.
“You wore that just for me Hm?” You nod at his words, running your hand up to grip the mound of flesh. Lolling your head back against the cold wall. You whimper as you feel his hand squeeze at your bare thigh, your skirt had risen up showing off your matching panties. His other hand rubbing you other the thin material, little noises leaving you.
“Keep the skirt and the boots on for me” his voice deep, you again nod. You never knew why he liked the chunky platforms so much, maybe it was the way they made you a little taller. Or how your hips swayed when you walked in them.
He lets you down, watching as you pull down your panties effortlessly. Throwing them somewhere in the room. Then to your bralette, letting the beautiful mounds free. You shiver under his stare, how intimidating it was made you scared to death. But never of him.
“You really are beautiful aren’t you puppy, a masterpiece Hm”
He pulled his sweats and his boxers down, letting them roll to the ground, around his ankles before stepping out of them and pulling his shirt off. Revealing the toned stomach he worked for, yes you missed his little belly, a lot.
After you finished, you were pushed straight back to the wall again, his hands gripping at your hips lifting you up.Wrapping your legs around his waist. You felt his hard cock rub against your slit, you let out a hiss, running your hands down to his bottom pulling him into you more.
“Go on, sweetheart” he says sweetly, giving you a kiss. You reach your hand down in between you, grabbing his shaft, rubbing him up and down your soaked lips. Tapping his tip lightly on your clit, letting small moans leave your lips. Your eyes connected to his. You leant your head forward, poking your tongue out to lick his lips. Before pushing him into you, enjoying the way he gasped at the feeling of your walls sucking him in.
“You’re so big chris, s-stretching me out and filling me up so well. Like I’m made to take your cock” you say in a whiny tone, feeling him rut up against you. Small whines leaving his plump lips, just for you.
He pushed his face into the crook of your neck, which had your mating mark from him, his tongue licking the healed wound. Leaving shivers running down your back, High moans leaving you as his hips speed up, thrusting deeply into you. His hips curving in a beautiful way to hit that spot that had your thighs trembling and your core on fire.
“You’re taking me so well baby girl, how tight you are squeezing me. I want to fill you up with my seed, make my pretty little princess pregnant Hm” his words had butterflies erupt in your tummy at the thought, you nod your head a little too fast, making yourself dizzy. You ran your hand to your aching cunt, rubbing the small nub with your two fingers,Feeling electric spark in your lower region.
“You’re gonna make me c-cum, fuck, keep going Chris pleas-e don’t stop” your voice cracking at how loud your moans had got, he started to leave pretty little marks around your neck to your chest. Then to your breasts, sucking pink splotches to the mounds, littering them in his Mark.
His tongue swirling around your hardened nipple, his thrust gradually becoming more forced, hitting that spot non stop. You felt heat erupt in your tummy, your high coming closer, your fingers speeding up.
“Cum all over my cock, give me everything sweetheart. Come on, cum for me, I need it” his voice filled with need, pulling away from your chest, he pushed his lips to yours. In a sloppy but loving kiss, both of your moans muffled.
You felt your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks, your whole frame shaking in your lovers arms. Your walls squeezing tighter around chans cock, making him feel lightheaded. He pulled away from your lips, wanting to hear the sounds that left your lips.
“Fuc-k cum for me chan, fill me up, make me pregnant with your pups” you whimper, feeling him pulse inside of you. Whines flew from out of his lips, his hips stuttering as he was so close to hitting his high. You tighten around him, hearing his choked sobs.
All it took was a few more thrusts and he was filling you up with his essence, the prettiest moans leaving him. His chest rising up and down rapidly, as curses spewed.
“I’m so full” you say breathlessly, your legs feeling like jelly, your arms hurting from gripping him for so long . You hear him chuckle, pulling himself out of you which left you both hissing. He then carried you to his bed, placing you down onto the fresh sheets that smelled like daisys. Pulling the duvet over you.
“Well that was the idea baby, gotta have you filled enough so you can have my pups right” he giggles before climbing in next to you, wrapping you up in his arms. His hand pushing the hair out of your face, while he stared into your eyes lovingly. A small smile gracing his lips, his cheeks reddening.
“You know, I don’t care if they tell us it’s too early. I’ve wanted a family with you for a long time now, you are the one I want to see in the morning when I wake up and when I go to sleep” you say with a smile, pushing your face closer to his, placing a delicate kiss to his lips.
I’m sorry I haven’t been posting, just a lots happend. I’m physically drained. I’ve not been sleeping because of the whole wonho situation, I’ve been fighting for him. Yeah people might find me stupid, but I’m fighting for the man that made my life so much better over the years. With his voice, with his smile, just him in general. This has really affected me. I can’t bare to see monsta x without wonho, I can’t bare to see the others trying to cover up their sadness. Monsta x were a way to escape, the music, literally just videos of them being children. Monsta x feel like a family, monbebe feel like a family. We are a family and we won’t lose wonho over all of this. So please just understand, I will post when I’m feeling better. I miss yall♡
Thank you so,so much oh my godddddd. I honestly don’t know what to say, how is there so many of youuu????? Thank you all for sticking with me even though I don’t post a lot anymore:( I’ll try my best to get back into posting regularly because I really do love writing. And knowing that so many people love the things I post/write, it makes me feel 1000% better♡
[1Hr+ Read/22.4K Words – Human!Jisung x Female Reader, Werewolf!Bang Chan x Female Reader – Monsters!AU, Mostly Plot, NSFW/Smut – Vampires & Werewolves, Suspense, Love Triangles, Jealousy, Developing Feelings, Questionable Coping, Arguments, Sex as Coping, Impromptu Burials, Eavesdropping, Claiming, Car Crashes, Fire, Blood, Knives, Guns, Intense Action, Violence, Personal Injury, Animal Death, Character Death]
Jisung’s hands were warm, if only for the hot water in the tub. These were both assumptions, of course. All you actually felt after the onslaught of events over the course of this night was numb. There was a distant, soothing sensation as Jisung tended to you and not the sting of a cold touch, and there was steam rising from the water, so it only made sense that his hands were warm and the water was hot and this was supposed to be comforting.
Except Jisung was viscerally quiet.
He was gentle, but he was methodical as he examined and helped clean you up after he had heaped you into the tub. You joined him in silence, arms wrapped around your knees as all the discarded dirt and blood that wasn’t yours swirled around you in the water.
Not long before this, back in the study, Felix hadn’t lasted long when Yuna had had enough and ran the iron poker through him again. He’d gasped and reached out, and without knowing what more to do, Lia and Chan had grabbed and held his fumbling hands from where they sat beside him before it was all over. He went quietly, with everyone in the room barely daring to even breathe. Joanne and Lucy still had Judy – Chaeryeong,Lia had hissed back in the hallway – gathered in their laps, Lucy continuing to absently stroke the girl’s hair as if she were only sleeping. Chan had held Felix close before he was finally gone.
And then Yuna wailed.
This was where the whole night spiked again, a pulse that had already run ragged, rearing up again as the only thing the girl knew was that what happened to her sister was painfully unfair. She dropped down, teeth and nails trying with everything she had left to tear Chan apart for bringing this to them – and he only held her. Lia had scrambled up onto the couch, away from Yuna in her fury. Chan let go of Felix and grappled his arms around the girl, pulling her down and so close that she couldn’t get enough distance between them to maul him. That didn’t stop her from trying, of course, as Yuna only kept growling and screaming muffled, unintelligible curses and trying to unpin her arms from where they were trapped between their chests… until she stopped. And it became apparent why, the shaking rise and fall of Chan’s shoulders as he buried his face in the girl’s hair saying more than you needed to hear. They held each other then, Yuna still tearfully and angrily insisting that this wasn’t fair and Chan whispering in her shoulder over and over again that he was so, sosorry.
It was then that Joanne had carefully slipped Chaeryeong’s body off her lap, sliding a reassuring hand over Lucy’s shoulder before she came over and stooped down to get Lia’s attention. Your friend had gone rigid, backed into the corner of the couch, not really looking at anything but the quiet tears gathered at the corners of her eyes betraying her silence. Joanne softly held Lia’s face in her hands. “We can talk about this,” she had softly assured her, barely loud enough for you to hear, “but we need to do something now. There’s nothing else that can be done for them, right?”
Lia did look at her then, truly looked at her, and tepidly nodded. “That’s right,” she croaked. “I need to bury them before sun-up.”
Jisung finally, quietly, moved, letting go of you and striding over to place a comforting hand on Lia’s shoulder as well. He had said that he’d seen Felix and Judy in a clearing in the woods together, just off the path, and he’d seen him there by himself regularly during the day. Chan had dazedly nodded in agreement. His hold on Yuna had relaxed by now, only soothingly rubbing the girl’s back while she still fiercely clutched onto him and cried bitter tears into his shirt.
However, the sudden camaraderie diminished when it had come time to actually bury the young lovers. You, Yuna, and Chan all locked eyes with each other as everyone else worked, and Chan had been the one to finally move and pitch in. Yuna only glowered at you, and you had known instantly that you were, truly, at least partly to blame. Then again, no matter how quickly you’d brought Chan back to the house, it may not have saved Chaeryeong.
Lia had no words when the two lovers were in the dirt. No one had any words except, at last, for Jisung.
“This didn’t have to happen,” Jisung murmured. “But we can make sure it never happens again.”
A dull pang of discontent had rattled your chest, not quite knowing if you agreed with Jisung no matter how much you loved him.
You drifted back to the present, not quite feeling like your feet were your own and the lump of muscle in your chest that resembled a heart feeling more like an anvil. Jisung’s hands were warm as he scrubbed the dirt and viscera off of you. He paused, fingers twitching as he got a better view of the raw wound Chan had raked into your shoulder. You could still feel his hands on you as clearly as you could feel Jisung’s.
“I can only imagine how hard you had to fight to get him to the house,” Jisung grumbled in stark sympathy, almost insisting on it. You were sure there was more than one reason for that, but instead you held your tongue, mindlessly watching the crimson swirls in the water until Jisung was satisfied. He helped you out of the tub and into a towel, before he walked you out of the bathroom and tipped you down to sit on the edge of the bed. Jisung’s eyes were cloudy, downcast as he held your bruised and scuffed hands in his own.
“Jisung, I–” you futilely began before he shushed you with his lips on your brow. Good thing, too, because you didn’t know how to explain what happened with Chan under the full moon.
“I love you,” he murmured.
When?You waited for the next part.
I loved you last night and I love you tonight. That’s what he was supposed to say next.
The silence felt disgusting.
And even though you were all cleaned up now, the lasting ghosts of handprints in your skin felt disgusting, too.
Even Jisung’s.
Jisung was bitter, or at least that’s what it looked like. Or maybe he was distraught over the double murder and burial you all just witnessed and participated in. You suddenly felt sick, catching yourself so blatantly making this about you.
You could hear the girls crying down the hall, an embarrassingly surprising revelation as you noticed that it was the more bubbly Lucy comforting the seemingly much more formidable Joanne. It crashed down on top of you like a wave, just how much you’d focused on yourself lately. Whether it was you and Chan, or you and Jisung, or you and Lia, or you and Rand – it was always you. Even when it was Chan and Jisung getting closer, all that truly mattered was how it affected you. No wonder you made yourself so sick. Putting yourself first for so long made it easy to feel alone on a ship swinging in the sea.
In the fog you wandered into in your mind, you almost forgot Jisung was still here. You almost assumed he would’ve left to find a different room or a couch to finally catch some fleeting, desperate sleep, but he didn’t. Jisung nudged you into bed and followed close behind, still wearing his filthy clothes coated in dirt and blood. Your sun-kissed buck was still in there, though, and his scent enveloped you like a blanket.
His first shaky breath rattled you, a stiff, alarmed chill ringing down between your shoulder blades as his exhale caressed the nape of your neck. You almost called out to him, but instead you settled to quietly slide your hands onto his when they wrapped around you and dragged you close. Jisung flinched, apparently off in his own thoughts when you rolled back over to softly cup his face. When you hazarded a look in the dim room, Jisung’s eyebrows were furrowed deep in every wrought feeling of the whole damned night.
“None of us did anything,” he spoke softly, so nearly a whimper. “We just let it happen.”
“You did more than enough tonight,” you quietly admonished him.
“But we could’ve done more. I could’ve done more–”
“Don’t start that,” you sympathetically scolded. “We all could’ve done more. You can’t carry all of us.”
“Baby, I don’t even feel like I can carry myself,” Jisung brokenly laughed under his breath.
“Then don’t,” you decided. “I’m here. This won’t happen in one night.”
“I love you,” he relented, leaning his forehead against yours as if to end the conversation.
“I love you, too,” you repeated. “I loved you last night, I love you tonight, and I’ll love you tomorrow.”
Jisung froze in your hands when you said the next part, but he eventually relaxed in your arms again, falling into you as you kissed his brow. This was disorienting. For how worried you had been about being monstrous, the way you could shove through your own self-doubt to insist on carrying Jisung when he clearly needed you felt selfless and selfish all at once, a mix of humble and arrogant that made you uncomfortable. Instead of reckoning with this now, though, you were exhausted. Your body felt anchored through the core of the earth and in a desperate bid to shrug off this distress for just a night, you kissed Jisung’s brow again. The only thing was that Jisung clutched you tighter, nudging your chin down again until he could press his lips to yours. This was so wholly and instantly comforting that you disappeared into this, letting Jisung kiss your lips and face as he held fast to you, like you were the last thing holding him down.
Maybe you were.
Jisung gently pressed his palm to your shoulder, rolling you away from him so he could wrap his arms around you to pull your back against his chest again and kiss the nape of your neck. He didn’t say anything but, to be honest, you weren’t sure if you wanted him to.
Except there were Jisung’s lips in your hair, almost in the pillow as he hugged your hips closer to his.
“I love you,” he murmured again. Instead of answering him out loud, you slid your hand over his that had drifted low on your belly, now falling further below your navel. You pushed him along, mutually agreeing on the only coping method that had really helped so far. When you felt Jisung hips almost warily cant up towards yours, you pushed back. This was a silent, more efficient discourse, wordlessly asking and confirming that you were both too tired and alone to do anything else.
Jisung did repeat himself in your ear again when you felt him prod up against you from behind.
“I love you.”
It only felt more distant, less clear now. Jisung followed your hand on his down to your hip and you almost sighed in relief the moment he touched you. You twisted your torso back more towards him, straining to capture his lips in another kiss as he caressed you, his touches quickly getting more harried as your lips met.
“I love you–”
There it was again, and still with no next part. You cut him off, swallowed his words, pulling him in and goading him to let go more until he finally got you warmed up enough to gently ease into you. It almost wasn’t even moving fast enough, honestly, and you found yourself thrusting back, making Jisung gasp and sigh behind you, clutching your hips tight as he nestled himself deep inside you.
As opposed to your obsessive and affectionate love making over the past month, regardless of how much of it was jealousy, it was starkly different from this. Here, Jisung clearly fought between taking his time and finding comfort and safety inside you, and simply destroying this bed you made together and taking out every torrid feeling from the short time you’d known each other now. This was fair. This was understandable. You almost felt bad for Jisung, wanting to stop him and pet his hair and really let him know that you were there, but you were still so torn. You’d learned a lot in a short amount of time. Jisung was jealous. Jisung was clingy and dependent. Jisung could and did already lie to you. You weren’t innocent by any loose definition of the word, but he wasn’t either. Jisung was terrific. He was kind, he was loving, and he was brave in his earned loyalty. You loved him. You loved that he loved you.
But right now you just wanted to lose yourself for a moment in this bed. If Jisung was still repeating his assurance that he loved you, whether for yours or his sake, you didn’t hear it. All you heard was the creak of the bed, your intermittent gasps and sighs, and Jisung’s occasional moan… until you heard his breath shake again.
When you strained your neck back to see Jisung again, the moon in the window glinted off the misting of tears gathered at his eyelashes.
“Oh, Jisung…”
You couldn’t help the way you fretted over him. Jisung didn’t stop you as you lifted yourself off his length and rolled over again, putting yourself into his reaching arms and even pulling you on top of him. His hands clung strong and desperate around your waist as you slid him back inside your warmth, his grip wavering when you gently rocked against him and kissed him once more. Now this was easier, actually, setting the pace and chasing some relief as Jisung laid in the pillows, eyes closed and brows furrowed in his mounting pleasure. This was what you wanted, some white noise to drown yourselves in like you’d done for the past month, only much different now.
It was to such a degree that you almost missed the start of an actual release, considering you apparently hadn’t even been looking for it. Your breath hitched in your throat, and when Jisung finally opened his eyes, your gazes locked in mutual confirmation that you both got to enjoy this, too. Jisung groaned low in his throat, his hands on your waist gripping tight and squeezing you over the edge, washing over into a gentle and fleeting release for both of you. You sighed and shivered through it as Jisung did, until you finally rolled off of him. Jisung turned to face you. The tight feeling in your stomach was back.
“I’m still happy we found each other,” Jisung whispered as he got more comfortable, eyes already closed. “No matter what happens, I love that we found each other.”
You left that sentiment as it stood. It was just as true for you, as far as you could tell. Jisung sighed complacently as you kissed his brow again, right where you’d started, and he was asleep in moments.
Sleep wasn’t coming for you, though. Instead, you were now painfully aware that you really did find each other, and you had a whole life waiting for you back at school. A life with no Jisung, no Chan, none of this. The quiet in the room was crushing, a room in a house a whole lifetime away from your life back in the city. You wondered if Lia contacted Professor Meyer since you first arrived. The more you thought about it, the more you were sure he was crucial to Lia trying to find out more about Shepherd’s cursed cure before he wrought any more destruction.
You may have never even left school if that detective all that time ago never gave you your hint as to where Chan might be. Your aunt’s house hadn’t even been intended to be your final destination; you had been planning on spending a day or two there and moving on to the next town down the coast. But there he was.
There was no way that detective could’ve known what he was suggesting when you gave him your account of what happened in the library. It was odd, what you could remember when your mind was still trying to find someone or something to blame. That detective had been young, handsome in a suit he’d probably worn for a long shift, his tie loose under his sharp chin. He was kind and charming, but he was gentle with you. His eyes had lit up when you mentioned Chan’s name. Detective Seo, you remembered now, when he pulled out his badge to show you. He answered your questions, explained that when you disarmed the security alarm to run inside to your desk, that you also disarmed the rare books section and main office, where they would normally shutter themselves behind fireproof roll-down doors if someone tried to enter without a keycard. Detective Seo, now that you recalled him so clearly, was genuine and knowledgeable. You wondered where he was now, and if he had any idea what he inadvertently caused.
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You must’ve fallen asleep before dawn caught you, as you felt groggy when you finally woke up. The bed was empty. Jisung’s dirtied and bloodstained clothes were piled on the floor by the bathroom with a small mountain of towels. He apparently scrubbed himself raw before going about his day. You scanned the room but refused to get out of bed yet. Jisung’s book that he was currently reading was missing, but his sunglasses were sitting on top of the dresser. His mud-caked boots stood by the door, and his jacket was hung up. He was still in the house, but he wasn’t here. You stubbornly, forlornly, shoved yourself deeper into the bed. If you were lucky, the sheets would swallow you whole and you wouldn’t be hurting over Felix, Judy, or any of this anymore. None of you did enough. No one did anything at all.
The first owl of the night sounded like it was interrupted, and you finally sat up in bed again, only to be distracted by the distressing sound of sprinting, bare footsteps slapping down the hallway.
Another door swung open out in the hall, and now you could get a better idea of just what was wrong.
“She wasn’t with you?” Lia asked.
“No, we thought she was with you!” Lucy worriedly groaned.
Yuna.You recalled last night, as much as you didn’t want to, when you got out of bed to pull some clothes on. After the deed had been done and Judy and Felix had been buried, Yuna sat down on her sister’s grave. Jisung had followed you back into the house, just as the girls followed Lia, but you couldn’t place Yuna in that memory.
Only the frantic sounds of the girls running around could be heard as you silently yanked on your boots and a jacket over your sweater. No one heard or noticed you descending the stairs, and nothing had seemed to alert Jisung that you were up yet.
It was alien and disheartening to be so insistent on him noticing your presence.
The leaves hardly crunched underfoot as they were still trapped in a layer of fresh rain, and you went to retrace the footsteps of the previous night as you headed out to the clearing. The trail smelled refreshing, and the lanterns and solar lights that decorated the path felt oddly welcoming as you walked back into the forest. The cool air that met your nose brought the faintest smell of wildflowers and peaches. Felix and Judy were still out here, growing more prominent as you followed the pathway.
A regal maple tree stood at the edge of the clearing, and the only thing that looked out of place were the patches of disrupted soil underneath it where the young where the star-crossed lovers lay. The quiet woods almost seemed to agree that the previous night had been enough excitement for a lifetime. A subdued rustle startled you. Yuna?
You were startled into a harsh gasp as a deer sprinted out into your path instead, seemingly not noticing you until it nearly ran into you. A rough set of claw marks reflected deep crimson on its hide. You humored, for a moment, if this was Chan’s deer that he freed the other night, but there was no chance. The small doe showed no teeth marks from a trap on its legs. What was even more intriguing is you hadn’t had a chance to closely observe a deer since you met Jisung, not until Chan’s. It really was fitting of him, the way this doe looked and wavered, not approaching you but not rushing to run away. It was as if it wanted to come closer, if not for anything but its own curiosity, but didn’t want to allow itself the risk. You quietly waved your hands at the deer, trying to encourage it deeper into the woods instead of the other way towards Lia’s house. If that thing ended up by the road, there was no telling what it would do if it were scared. You knew from years growing up in a similar area, that while whitetail deer were wary of people as a whole, they had no problem trying to cross a road in the middle of the night, regardless if there was a car in the way.
You finally caught sight of Yuna as she stirred somewhat, apparently roused by the noise, and this was the last push the deer needed to leave. You were left alone with Yuna in the clearing as the doe bounded away. The girl was wrapped up in herself at the foot of the great maple tree, tucked in under a neighboring shrub at the base of the trunk that rattled with the breeze. You rushed over, dropping to your knees beside her and gently shaking her shoulder. Yuna awoke with a start. She gasped when her eyes snapped open and she quickly took in her surroundings, first the night and the trees and finally you.
“Oh crap,” Yuna groggily murmured, “did I–”
“Yeah,” you sympathetically nodded, “everyone’s looking for you. They’re going to be glad you’re alright; I don’t need to tell you how dangerous being caught outside during the day could’ve been.”
Nonetheless, Yuna was in no rush to return to the house. You waited, almost cautious to see how Yuna would emerge from her day sleeping out in the open. Instead, the girl simply sat up and combed the leaves out of her long, black hair with her fingers.
“Last night, I hung back and sat for a second, and I remembered something,” Yuna wearily began, almost as if she were lost on her way to being fully awake. “When I was little, I got stuck playing hide and seek with my sister. Literally stuck. Chae found me crying, upside down, wedged between a sofa and an end table in a dark sitting room. She told me I’d always be safe if we were together. And as a tiny, stupid brat, I told her we couldn’t always be together. That would be impossible. So Chae told me that as long as she was alive and breathing, that we would always be together, no matter if we were far apart.”
You listened, unsure of how exactly to proceed when another jarring rustle coursed through the leaves, separate from the light wind. Suddenly, you were brought back to your twilight encounter with Felix. You wondered if he helped Chaeryeong feel safe out here in the clearing.
Yuna sighed, either ignoring the sound or not noticing it. “My sister has had crushes and boyfriends before. When Lia and Ryujin first scooped us up, they tried to put us in extracurricular activities to keep us social when Lia wasn’t homeschooling us, but of course that’s hard when night school isn’t really a thing out here and there’s not much for girls our age to do after dark. She’d let us go to some local dances, and Chae would always find a boy, but none of them were like… him. She’s never been like she was with Felix.”
The brisk chill of the night air crept up your neck. Every pull you felt towards Chan since you had met him kept clawing at you. The pain you heard in Chan’s voice as he tried to reason with Felix sounded just like Felix’s own desperate defenses of his behavior.
You could believe it.
Whatever you and Chan were denying yourselves and each other, Felix and Chaeryeong naively welcomed until it destroyed them. They were in love, sure, but there was surely something else there as well.
“I don’t know why Lia couldn’t tell her,” Yuna scorned. “I don’t know why she couldn’t tellmewhen I asked. I don’t know why no one even told you, apparently. No one did anything. We’d never even met lycans before, so why couldn’t Lia do the bare minimum to protect us? I love Lia. I literally owe her my life. But now I feel like she’s protected us by simply hiding us away from everything. And now I’m just alone.”
“You’re not alone,” you weakly insisted.
“You know what I mean,” Yuna bluntly bit back.
“Please come back to the house,” you gently pleaded, “you know the girls are beside themselves.”
“You’re right,” Yuna relented. She ignored your offered hand to help her up and got up to her feet herself before she pointedly looked at you. “Lia and Jisung let us down, you know that, right? They let us down and now my sister is gone.”
“You’re right,” you firmly agreed. “Now let’s head back.”
The two of you walked in exhausted silence through the other end of the clearing, opting instead to walk along the lakefront where there would be more moonlight along with the lamps the girls had placed along the path some time ago. Lia’s home loomed, feeling more like a memorial than a house. The rocks along the edge of the lake clattered under your boots when you felt Yuna pause next to you. You followed her gaze before you paused as well.
Chan sat, still dozing himself, curled up in his lawn chair at the line where the woods gave way to the small shore. The moonlight highlighted his bleached tresses, even bringing out his naturally dark undergrowth. A few beer bottles lay at the foot of his chair. You could hardly stop Yuna as she impulsively marched up to him, kicking a foot up into the arm of Chan’s chair and toppling it over.
Chan awoke with a sputtered curse before he quickly got his bearings, shuffling away from Yuna with his fingers scrambling against the rocky ground. “Hey–!” Chan snapped, only to swallow it back down once he noticed who it was.
“What do you even do?” Yuna scowled. “Lia told me you’re some cop and she’s helping you out, but what are you doing for us? All I know is you didn’t keep Felix away from my sister.”
“I didn’t,” Chan shook his head miserably, “and I should’ve. I tried but I didn’t try enough. I let myself get so caught up trying to keep my one last contact back at my base. This one last detective has been watching everyone on the force blackball me and–”
“Maybe for good reason,” Yuna seethed. She stepped closer, making Chan reflexively shuffle back. You winced as you remembered Chan, under you and retreating the same way in the boiler room. “What have you even accomplished?” Yuna continued. “My sister is dead, Chan, and for what?”
“I’m sorry–”
“I don’t give a shit, and you know that,” Yuna hissed. “Do you have any siblings? I doubt it, because if you did you would’ve known you wouldn’t just be protecting herif you kept her away from Felix. I can’t believe Lia said you’d help us.”
Chan was cryptically silent for once, returning Yuna’s hard gaze before you finally laid a hand on her shoulder.
“You know he isn’t worth it,” you prodded her. “He isn’t going to help you settle this inside of you.”
“Why would I want his fucking help?” Yuna laughed in exasperation. “He’s the last person I want help from. I’m furious, I’m numb, I’m heartbroken, I’m all sorts of things right now, and I just know that he’sa huge reason for that. I’m allowed to be angry. I’m allowed to be fucking pissed.”
“You’re right,” Chan murmured, catching you off guard. Any and all energy sounded sapped out of him. However, as Chan only looked at Yuna, Yuna only looked at you. And, as much as you wanted to try and help the girl into a less destructive mindset, you knew damn well that you would be in the exact same place in her situation.
Finally, though, Yuna seemed to be sated. The girl let out a deep, steadying breath, and shoved her hands into her jacket pockets as she walked back to the house. Chan could be heard finally getting to his feet behind you as you rushed along behind Yuna, trying to keep up. Yuna marched right up to the back porch of the house and into the kitchen.
Joanne – Ryujin, rather, if you thought you recalled correctly – and Lucy both sprang up from where they sat at the breakfast nook, but Yuna only stomped past them and out to the foyer so she could go upstairs. You all exchanged glances as Yuna’s door could be heard slamming shut. Behind you, a set of footsteps could be heard out on the porch, but Chan didn’t join the two of you in coming inside.
“Thanks for finding her,” Lucy said somberly from across the kitchen. Despite her normally lithe stature, Lucy seemed markedly stiff. The sleeves of her comfortable henley were rolled up to her elbows, and her long hair sat in a cursory knot atop her head. Between her and Ryujin, a bucket of cleaning supplies sat on the counter.
“I’m just glad she’s alright,” you awkwardly placated as you excused yourself into the foyer and up the stairs as well. As true as it was, just standing in Lia’s home felt suffocating now. You could only imagine how much deeper that penetrated for Lia herself and the girls, who’d lived here for years. This was their sanctuary, almost too tucked away from the world, but it was almost as though there were a gouge running through it now.
You weren’t sure what you were looking for as you retreated to your room, but there was a pang in the void that once was your chest when you saw that the lights were still off and there was no sign of Jisung. The question of what you even wanted to find him for was plaguing you. It would be selfish to need comfort, but Jisung more than likely needed comfort himself. That was surely a good reason to go find him, so it only made sense to go looking for him.
Settling for this measly rationale, you headed towards the landing once again. Off to the side, another bucket of cleaning supplies sat where Judy had spilled out of her room just the other night. A faint stain on the hardwood trailed from the faded ghost of a puddle and down the hall, likely where Lia dragged Felix along. The sight of Lia’s nails digging into Felix’s arm where she had just shot him made you wrinkle your nose as you absently followed along, missing the way downstairs altogether.
However, here you saw a light on in the study, with the door only partially closed. You ducked past the doorway, hoping to see inside from the dim hallway. Within the study you could make out the rug on the hardwood floor, rolled up and pushed to the side. The floor shined like it was still drying after being scrubbed. On top of the end table closest to you, Lia’s revolver still sat, almost hidden behind a lamp. Your eyes hadn’t deceived you after all – Lia’s gun looked just like the one Jisung had lifted from Shepherd.
In fact, it wasn’t just Lia’s gun in the study. Lia sat on the couch… and there was Jisung. He wore his coat, looking like he had gone out after all – but exactly where to, you had no idea.
You were almost surprised, watching Jisung holding your friend close, gently stroking her hair as she lay collapsed into his shoulder, but you were also relieved. This was understandable. Jisung and Lia were kindred spirits, this much was readily apparent by now. But just like Jisung could keep secrets from you, so could Lia. You thought back to what Yuna said, about both of them letting all of you down. It was a tough pill to swallow.
“I just… I don’t even know what to do. I don’t know what I cando.”
Lia. Her voice roused you from the slope you were on the precipice of falling down.
“Come on, Julie, think for a second,” Jisung softly admonished, “there’s nothing you need to do right now.”
Julie? That was rich. From the moment you met her, it was abundantly clear that it was Lia or maybe Julia, but never Julie.Julie was Lia’s grandmother, which was all you knew and were allowed to know.
But it seemed that perhaps Jisung was allowed to know.
“I know, darling,” Lia sighed, “I just… This wasn’t supposed to happen. I didn’t want the poor boy to die. Just the opposite. But first he needed to understand how precious this gift was. He had to feel like he was dying to appreciate being alive… But then I got him killed.”
For once, your mind and gut agreed and shared the same conflict. You wanted to leave, but your feet remained rooted in place.
“You know you don’t have to do this alone. You don’t even have to do it here. You could go somewhere, you know,” Jisung encouraged. “Leave this behind and take a break.”
“I thought about that,” Lia agreed, “part of me wonders if I could ask Sam to take us in for a couple weeks, just to get away. The Meyer estate is huge, and I could take that godawful journal with me and leave them there.”
Professor Meyer? This made sense if he was more involved, now that you thought about it. Samuel Meyer acted like an old curmudgeon despite not looking a day over 50, and he was one of the first people Lia introduced you to when you first found each other. Finding out that someone like you could engage in life as normal gave you a good bit of hope in the beginning of all this, when that used to be your lowest point. The Professor prided himself on his rare books, and even gave you Lia’s old job, cataloguing and researching any and all old texts. There were times in your work where it was apparent that a book was rare, but sometimes it didn’t make sense why each and every of these books had value. The first time you expressed this thought to Professor Meyer, the man was nearly beside himself before he patiently sat himself next to you and explained that each book has value, but sometimes only to the right reader.
“See?” Jisung softly enthused. “That’s a great idea.”
“I just…” Lia shifted uncomfortably on the couch. “I don’t know what to tell him. I don’t know how to explain that I finally found what I’m looking for.”
This sentiment raked into you with a surprising vigor. Your fists clenched as you thumped the door open. Both Lia and Jisung jumped, whipping around to face you standing in the doorway.
“Sweetheart–” Lia gasped.
“You don’t know how to tell him?” you rudely interrupted. “Seems the two of you don’t quite know how to tell anyone anything lately.”
“We’re not starting that again,” Jisung shot back, “that’s not fair and you know it–”
“Oh, don’t I know it!” you snapped. “If I had known, or Felix or Chaeryeong or even Yuna had known, we could’ve been more careful. I could’ve been more careful. That’s what isn’t fair.”
“Yeah?” Jisung sarcastically asked as he stood up now. “What did you need to be careful about?”
“Don’t give me that shit,” you harshly pleaded. “You knewand you still weren’t careful. You were stillwith him.”
“Just like you were?”
The question was plain and simple and hurt like hell.
“What do you want me to prove to you, Jay?” you asked, more quietly now, and hopefully with a more level head.
“Come with us to Professor Meyer’s,” Jisung bitterly offered. A goddamn ultimatum. “Leave Chan to his shit once and for all. Come with me.”
Jisung stepped forward. You took one step back.
“I can’t just leave this behind when we’re so deep in it,” you insisted with a weak shake of your head.
“Deep in it? I’m half-convinced your loyalty just lies elsewhere.”
“That’s not fucking fair, Jay,” you bit back, “even you like Chan plenty.”
Jisung reeled, astounded. “Sure! But I’m not the one that fucked him even though I hate him! I’m not a slave to my instincts like some fucking monster!”
The silence that stabbed down into both of you only stung more with how much Jisung appeared to immediately regret what he said. His hard glare suddenly softened, his fists unclenched as he retreated one step himself now.
You let out a pathetic scoff, your chest caving in a little more. “Fuck, Jay…”
“I… you know I love you.”
“When?” you bristled. “Tonight? Tomorrow?”
That same silence grew to be crushing in a matter of moments when Lia actually moved on the couch, as if she were about to finally say something.
Except the only sound that came next was some sort of crash downstairs.
And a piercing scream.
The three of you took a second to unfreeze and leap into action, Lia already desperately sprinting downstairs ahead of you and disappearing down the hall. You weren’t sure what to expect – blood, carnage, or anything similar – but it absolutely wasn’t Rand and the pack grinning as you turned the corner into the kitchen.
“There you are, little one.”
Rand smiled devilishly under his scraggly beard. He held Lia by the shoulder, while two other wolves held Lucy and Ryujin. “We have some unfinished business, but first we need to figure out where the rest of our friends are hiding.”
Almost as if on cue, one wolf dragged a kicking and snarling Yuna into the kitchen behind you. Two more tugged Chan along, cursing and struggling from the direction of the den. You each shared frantic glances again, just like the previous night in the clearing, when Rand led the way towards the dining room and you were all pulled along inside.
“There we go,” Rand nodded as he pushed Lia towards her girls. “So this is the famous Lia I’ve read about. You’re much smaller than I pictured. Now, someone needs to tell me where that damn journal is.”
“Leave them alone–!” Chan spat before a wolf quickly brought it upon himself to stuff a rag in his mouth. However, you agreed with how on edge he already was. It was abundantly clear that there were now a total of five vampires available for them, and Rand especially appeared to be very aware of this as he leered closer. A hand tepidly squeezed onto yours. Whether for your sake or his, you were still thankful for Jisung’s gesture despite having slung vitriol at each other just minutes before. He called you a fucking monster, but you were foolishly relieved nonetheless.
“The journal isn’t here,” Lia growled, her arms stretched out to shield the girls behind her. “I shipped it to the University two days ago.”
Rand and his cohorts shared some dubious looks, but you caught the pointed stare Lia directed at Jisung, and you knew instantly that this could only spell trouble. Wherever the cursed things were hiding, only Jisung and Lia knew. However, that wouldn’t help any of you right now, but perhaps the idea you just had could.
Jisung jumped as you reflexively squeezed his hand in yours and he immediately tried to silently deter you. You wouldn’t be discouraged though. Rand leaned down, raising an eyebrow as he surveyed the girls and landed on Yuna. The girl recoiled to shrink behind Lia, even though she stood a good head taller than your friend.
“I’m not sure I’m in the mood for lies, Lia,” the pack leader shook his head, “and I’m thinking that the scar tissue you’re probably hiding won’t protect you much. You took quite the bite some time ago.”
“It’s true,” Lia insisted, trying to get Rand’s attention onto her instead, “I can give you names, dates, everything–”
“Lia,” you barged in, finally getting Rand’s leering gaze off of Yuna as everyone looked at you, “you know that isn’t working. They’re going to find the journal even if none of us talk.”
“Oh, little one, you docare,” Rand meanly cooed as he stepped closer. “Tell me.”
You held your ground. “There’s a safe in the study.”
Jisung clenched onto your hand as he glanced sideways at you. He still tried to keep his chin up, but it wasn’t hard to imagine that he could perfectly recall just how much and how easily Rand worked him over the last time he got in the way. Lia, across the room, gave you a wary look. It was a bold lie, more bold than hers, but it was your only idea.
“A safe,” Rand repeated, clearly doubting you, “in the study.”
“Yeah,” you nodded as confidently as you could muster.
“And what,” Rand set his jaw firm as he took another step closer, “you just don’t care about protecting your friends anymore?”
“Ido care,” you retorted, “even if they don’t seem to feel the same.”
Lia’s eyes were downcast when you looked past Rand’s shoulder, and you knew it was a low blow, but it needed to be done.
“Would you look at that,” Rand chuckled darkly, “looks like there’s some hurt feelings going around. Now come on. Everyone is going to patiently wait right here for you to show me.”
With this, the pack leader quickly snatched your shoulder and shoved you out of the dining room.
“Lead the way,” Rand commanded. You took one last look behind you at Jisung as you were pushed out to the foyer, sucked in a breath, and headed up the stairs. It felt as if nearly every step and floorboard creaked underfoot, almost begging you not to go into the study as you neared. You tried to leave the door ajar when you stepped inside, only for Rand to yank it closed. He stood between you and the way out now. You were alone with the pack leader.
“Go on,” Rand pushed, almost softly. Almost a request. You turned to face the study, with the stuffing still spilling out of the couch and the rug still rolled off to the side. The end table rattled when you pretended to bump into it by accident, trying to appear nervously clumsy as Rand paced behind you, now looking at the contents of the shelves and a writing desk by the door. You surreptitiously lifted Lia’s gun off the table as you steadied it and let out a shaky breath, trying to keep track of everything as you crossed the room to the far wall, where a painting of Lia and her grandmother hung. This was the tough part. You slipped the small revolver into the front of your jeans, the cool handle tingling against your lower abdomen as you lifted the heavy painting and set it on the floor in front of you. Hopefully, by standing right in front of where the picture had been hanging, Rand wouldn’t readily notice you were only facing a blank wall. Rand shuffled papers and pens on the writing desk behind you. If he was trying to distract you, it was almost working as you methodically withdrew the gun out of your jeans and surreptitiously clicked back the hammer. The metal felt damp in your hands.
A drawer slammed behind you.
You whipped around, your back flat against the wall as you heard a faint whistle and a sharp thud when you steadied the gun in front of you and fired.
Only once the ringing throughout the study dulled did you notice an old-fashioned letter opener stuck into the wall, right where you had previously been standing a moment before.
Rand stood beside the modest hole you blew into the door before he stalked across the room to corner you up against the wall.
“There’s a safe in the study, huh?” he grinned down at you, eyes wild.
“What are you going to do about it?” you stubbornly challenged.
“It’s not what I’mgoing to do, little one,” Rand calmly explained, “it’s what you’regoing to do.”
You hardly got a chance to even think of a response when he snatched the gun out of your hand and grabbed your wrist. Rand shoved the gun into his jacket pocket, ignoring your struggling as he dragged you downstairs.
Once you’d reentered the dining room, the relieved gazes of Chan, Jisung, and all the girls told you that they’d been convinced that the gunshot they’d heard had been for you, but the relief didn’t last long as Rand grabbed you by the collar of your sweater and tossed you on top of the dining table. You scrambled to sit up and jump off the table before Rand’s cronies stepped up and shoved you back into place as Rand himself hopped up onto the table to take care of you himself.
“What do you even need the journals for,” you demanded, “you already know what’s in them.”
“I don’t have to tell you there’s plenty of gaps in the one journal I have in my possession,” Rand refuted as he grabbed onto your ankle and hauled you over so you were flat on your back, “all I know is the girl needs to be claimed for this to work.”
The way he said it was more of a threat.
The way everyone jumped at what Rand said made it more of a surety.
You thrashed and struggled under Rand as he worked at the sleeves of your jacket.
“What the fuck are you doing?! Get off of her!” Jisung hoarsely yelled as he leapt forward, only to be intercepted by a couple of Rand’s goons.
“What am I doing?” Rand thoughtfully repeated. “I’m looking at my options.” His eyes never left you, even as you desperately looked around as much as you could, looking for any way out possible. Chan was still trapped under a pile of two or three wolves holding fast onto him. Lia wavered with a restrained look of growing terror, still holding her arms out behind her to protect her girls. You could hear them exhaustedly sniffling and whimpering behind her.
Rand unceremoniously yanked your sweater off over your head and dropped it on top of your jacket, the cool of the room draping over your chest, protected only by your thin camisole, and only exacerbating how your fingers had turned to ice. The breath fell from your lips in broken heaves. This close, the wolf’s stench of rotten veal and kerosene was enough to make you retch. Rand reached now, his rough fingertips sliding over your throat and tipping your head to the side and all you could do was claw at his arm as his other hand trailed over the bite he originally left on you.
There was a hesitance in the room.
Your feet uselessly kicked at the table as Rand dove into you, his teeth piercing into your flesh to reclaim the chunk of skin he’d stolen from you all those short nights ago.
Just like last time, your own scream sounded miles away, and more like it belonged to some trapped, wild animal.
In the haze of adrenaline coursing through you, you worked past the searing pain in your shoulder to get an elbow against Rand’s and make his arm buckle enough to make him falter. You finally got a foot into his hip and stomped down and away from you, enough to make the tall wolf slide backwards and give you enough room to roll and lunge forward.
A small puddle of blood landed on the table under you as your palms pressed to the polished wood, and it almost made you pause, just how much of it there was already.
However, a grip on your ankle interrupted you, and you cried out as Rand reeled you back under him. His gaze bore into you as he simply knelt on your hands, pinning you under him and his dark, empty stare as he shucked off his heavy jacket.
“You’re running out of chances,” he said softly, only to you. His teeth were stained with your blood. “Has anyone told you that you smell like a fox? I catch it in the middle of the night, as if you’re as close as you are right now.”
“Fuck you!” you spat, trying with all the strength you could gather to try and reclaim your hands as Rand reached down and pulled a pocket knife out of his boot. He flicked it open and held the blade in his teeth. The wolf took his time as he rolled a sleeve of his flannel shirt up to the elbow. You sucked in a coarse breath and coughed into another furious yell, trying anything to get out from under him. Rand gently smiled. He was almost serene as he dragged the blade across his forearm. You wrenched your eyes shut.
The room collectively held its breath as the first drop of Rand’s blood landed on your shoulder, mixing into the viscera he’d exposed. However, you opened your eyes as you felt the most puzzling sensation – your shoulder went numb, if only for a moment. Rand was frozen over you, watching in abject confusion. You craned down to see as another drip from the wolf’s arm fell onto your shoulder… and slid right off. It almost leapt off, bubbling like oil on a hot pan. You noticed now how much you were shaking.
And then Rand laughed.
It was a roar of a laugh, an almost surprising sound from the slim man if his deep voice didn’t already plague your passing thoughts.
“Well,” Rand wheezed with a hearty shake of his head, “isn’t that something.”
He twisted at the waist to address the room.
“Already claimed.”
From what you could see on one side of the room, Chan paled, eyes wide at the announcement. Likewise, on the other side of the room, Jisung flushed, faltering away from the wolves who had been trying to keep him from approaching the table.
“Well,” Rand shrugged, “if I can’t claim her myself, it looks like I only have a limited set of options to get my missing journal – unless there’s any objections.” With this, he mockingly turned, first to Lia, then Jisung and Chan. It was at this moment you noticed the crushing weight on your left hand fade for a second, and you took your chance.
You yanked your hand out from under Rand’s knee the second you were able to, and once the man tried to pin you back down, you struggled enough to shove him over and free your other one. Rand grunted and gripped onto your throat again before he began to squeeze, but not before you reached a hand up and onto his own neck to try and keep the distance between you. The wolf snarled and pushed down closer, one hand clawing into your hair as he tried to get control again. His fierce gaze pierced into you as you fought, and that’s when you heard it again.
It felt like ages since you’d heard that small voice that pushed you to eviscerate Chan, but you knew plain and simply that that little voice could easily fade into your own thoughts. This time, though, it was loud and clear.
Do it, it murmured, teach him a lesson.
And just like last time, your obeying seemed automatic.
The next time Rand shoved deeper and closer towards you, you were the one to claw into his hair, holding fast to him as you made sure to free one hand.
“I have some objections,” you choked out, before you jammed your thumb into the man’s eye and twisted, grimacing at the uneasy feeling of something bursting and sliding against the digit.
Rand wailed, throwing his head back away from you and clutching onto his face.
“You little bitch,” Rand bellowed as you shoved your way out from under him, “you awful cunt!”
Your hands shook as you dug into Rand’s jacket and found the revolver, but you hardly had any time before the wolf grabbed onto you again. The gun flew out of your hands and clattered down to the far end of the table.
Everyone moved at once. You struggled to get out of Rand’s clutches, but a distinct gunshot rang out in the room. When you all paused, one wolf dropped, revealing Lia holding the revolver. Three shots left. She trained the gun’s muzzle on Rand now.
Rand fell backwards, fumbling off the table and into the kitchen.
“I don’t think I made myself clear,” he hoarsely yelled, “all I want is a cure. All I want is for it all to stop. I’m taking away one of your exits and you’re running out of choices. Now I’m going to get that journal.”
First, Rand flicked on the gas range of the stovetop.
“Well?” he challenged the room.
When no one answered, Rand grabbed a bottle of oil standing nearby on the counter, and smashed it onto the stovetop as he re-entered the dining room. The ensuing fireball made everyone jump, and again when Lia stepped forward, still pointing the gun right at him.
“You shouldn’t have left us any exits at all,” she grimly shook her head. “No one is killing me again, and no one is touching my family.”
The first wolf that lunged for her, Lia turned and ruthlessly shot the young man in the chest. Two shots left. The wolf fell with a whimper. Between this and the roaring blaze growing in the kitchen, the room quickly turned to chaos as the wolves decided there was, in fact, no honor among thieves.
As most of the wolves scrambled to make a run for it, a few actually stayed behind to tend to the pack leader. Meanwhile, Jisung had already sprung forward to grab your clothes and help you off the table. Chan was finally able to move as well, helping Lia herd the girls towards the foyer ahead of you as the fire began to spread into the dining room. Thinking fast, Chan grabbed the shotgun Lia kept tucked behind the umbrella stand. Jisung took a second to help drape your jacket back over your shoulders, foregoing your sweater because there was no way you’d get that on again at the moment. He refused to meet your gaze, even amidst all the mayhem.
It was miserably cold as you stepped out onto the front step, but it was a relief after the growing heat of the fire in Lia’s home. Lucy and Joanne helped steady you on your feet as Jisung rushed out towards the garage. Chan was fast to get everyone over to his van, which he must have moved out of the garage at some point. He pushed the keys into Lia’s hands before she crawled into the driver’s seat. Next he reached in and pulled out a duffel bag.
“What’s the plan? Where are we going?” Ryujin hurriedly asked him.
“No, where you’regoing,” Chan corrected her as he helped Lucy into the van, “you may not be what he wants now, but we’ll be of no help to you if we know where you are. Don’t tell me where you’re going, just drive and don’t stop until you’re somewhere safe.”
Yuna leapt into the passenger seat and Chan quickly stood upright and got the girl’s attention. A low rumble could be heard behind you, even over the roaring fire growing inside the large estate as Jisung pulled up the car. Chan and Yuna shared an uneasy look as he pushed the shotgun into her hands. Jisung jumped out of the idling car and took over for Ryujin so she could climb into the van herself. He held you up, but he still didn’t look at you.
“I’m sorry, Yuna,” Chan said earnestly. Yuna only shook her head and pushed the gun back towards him.
“I still have her, even if she’s gone,” Yuna grimly assured him, “and we have Lia. Just do something next time.”
The van finally groaned to life as Lia started it and she looked back to see you and Jisung.
“Darling,” she called over to you, “get in. Come with us.”
“I have to see this through,” you stubbornly grinned, despite every ounce of energy you had left draining out of you for the time being. Yuna finally used her leverage to keep pushing the gun into Chan’s hands until she could shut the passenger door, just as Ryujin and Lucy pulled the backdoor closed. That clawing desire to change your mind, just run and jump into the van and run away with Lia was beginning to stir too close to reality for your liking. Thankfully, though, Lia stomped on the gas and sped off, out of the driveway. You watched her tail lights trail down the winding path back out to the street before her headlights turned left.
Lia was gone.
You barely had a moment to regret this move before Jisung already began hurrying you back towards the car, but not before he grabbed Chan’s bag and threw it into the front seat. Chan froze, processing this de facto agreement for a moment. You couldn’t blame him, but he ran over to help you into the backseat nonetheless.
A click of a seatbelt reminded you to do yours, and even just working the nylon strap hurt like hell. The pain had dulled from just a few minutes before, but it was difficult to tell if it was because you were slowly healing, or if you were just numb to it for now. Jisung peeled out, down the driveway and down the trail up from the house, headlights still off and turning right down the road instead. You jumped as a pair of headlights streamed in through the rear windshield and Chan twisted around under his seatbelt in the front seat to see before you could. Your eyes grew wide as you could just make out the silhouette of a pickup truck racing down the road after you. The inferno behind you that was once Lia’s home billowed smoke into the fog covering the night.
“Holy shit,” Chan breathed, hands clutching the back of the front seat as well as the dashboard, “Jay, we have to fucking move.”
Jisung didn’t respond, only the car growling as he upshifted and leaned on the gas in response. He didn’t turn to look at either one of you, only gunning down the road faster and faster, still with no headlights. The car was likely invisible in the night, a terrifying thought between faint streetlights as the fog threatened to grow thicker.
“Jay,” Chan cautioned, “you have to pick one. Fast or dark. We have to be careful.”
Jisung’s hands were clawed in a tight grip on the steering wheel. “Careful? That’s a good one, coming from you.”
“Hey,” Chan defended, “I know you’re mad but now isn’t the time–”
“Mad?!” Jisung scoffed with a shake of his head while the engine roared again.
You wanted to interfere, but it was already too late. Chan and Jisung were already slinging curses and venom at each other in the front seat, Chan trying to keep Jisung focusing on the road and Jisung more than furious at recent developments. What would you even say?
A light cut through the fog in front of you, interrupting all three of you as a train crossing sprang to life further down the road. The dull, yellow light turned red. A bell chimed.
And all three of you knew what was going to happen next.
“Jay,” you nervously pleaded, “slow down.”
The car rumbled out a determined growl as Jisung leaned harder on the gas before upshifting again. The lights of the train cut through the fog.
“We can lose them past the train,” Jisung assured you.
“If you do then would you please fucking slow down or turn on the fucking headlights?!” Chan barked, his knuckles white as he gripped the back of the seat even harder.
The train blasted its bellowing horn as it barreled down the tracks.
You held your breath, bracing yourself for whatever was to come… Until you felt the distinct bump of train tracks pass under the car.
Chan let out a strained sigh in the front seat, mirroring your own. You turned, relieved to see the long locomotive disappearing off into the woods. Past the train tracks, it would be almost an hour’s drive of countryside and farmland before the next major town.
Jisung finally snapped on the headlights.
“There,” he snapped, “happy?!”
“Yes,”Chan huffed, “now can you calm down and maybe we can talk about this later?”
“Talk?!” Jisung reeled.
“Guys,” you warily tried, far too late by now, “now really isn’t the time to–”
You shrieked out a gasp as you barely registered the deer that leapt out into the beam of the headlights.
“Jisung, look out!”
But it was too late for that, too.
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It was hard to tell how long you’d been out, if at all, but it hadn’t been long. The train was still passing behind you, its pace much slower as it tackled the winding track up ahead. All you knew was that when your eyes finally creaked open, your head was full of cotton, your chest felt like it’d just caught the weight of a fired cannonball – and the road was above you.
The highway lined the top of your vision, and you dazedly came to the realization that you were dangling upside down in the backseat of Jisung’s car, suspended only by your seatbelt. Your stomach lurched in a way that told you that you were leaning forward, not back, and this painted a clearer picture.
But then your senses were flooded with the smell of gasoline.
Your fingers frantically struggled with your seatbelt, the pain in your shoulder suddenly a moot point as you wrestled with the buckle before tumbling onto the roof of the car which was now underneath you. The car groaned as you twisted around, your hands searching wildly for your sweater and jacket while you tried to get enough leverage to kick out the back windshield. Whether it was from your injuries or the adrenaline overstimulating you, it took three attempts to get your boot through the glass. You flung your sweater onto the glass of the shattered windshield before you scrambled down onto your hands and knees to crawl out from under the wrecked car.
It was difficult to precisely assess the situation for a myriad of reasons once you steadied yourself back onto your feet. You shook out your sweater and forced it on over your bloodied and battered body, and followed that with your jacket, feeling as though you were only held together by your clothes now. Through the smoke, fog, and cover of night, you could just make out the mangled deer on the side of the highway. The nose of the flipped car was wedged into the right-hand guardrail at a brutal angle. From the cacophony ringing through your head, all you could gather was that Jisung must have swerved, overcorrected, and flipped the car before it slid to a screeching halt.
You shambled forward a couple steps alongside the guardrail when you spotted Chan in the car, gingerly trying to climb out of the passenger side window as he fought with his seatbelt. Unable to make it to the front of the car from here, you backtracked around to the other side to help Jisung.
Only to find that he wasn’t there.
When you ducked down to try and figure out how to free him, Jisung was nowhere to be seen in the driver’s seat. Instead, there was just a crushed, empty frame where the windshield once stood.
You bolted upright now, searching like mad to hopefully see Jisung already having gotten loose and out of the car but finding no such thing. The air in your lungs felt like knives raking through your chest but you forced yourself to take as deep a breath as you could, trying anything but whining out a pathetic curse when you realized the deer you were smelling was the dead buck on the side of the highway. You looked in every possible direction for any sign of him, before the one working headlight illuminated something maybe thirty feet further down the guardrail.
A heap.
A body.
Another dead animal.
No.
Jisung.
A feeble whimper stayed locked in your throat as you stumbled along the guardrail, precariously lining the top of a wooded bank looking out over some farmland, wanting to stop while simultaneously wanting to run every second along the way as you neared.
It wasn’t Jisung.
He was back in the car.
You just didn’t see him.
But you didn’t believe yourself, as much as you wanted to before you finally followed that goddamn beam like a cursed spotlight right to the end.
This was Jisung, a brutalized mess of himself lying in a heap on the side of the highway.
A stranger in a cafe.
A lover in your bed.
Blood on your hands.
You did this.
Your legs went boneless as you fell beside Jisung o
+ 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.”
a/n: yea I definitely tried and failed this kinktober but that’s on my neverending chest infection. I’m just gonna carry on from day 12 from here on…
you can’t even think of when your lips weren’t on Changbins- you were far too gone. as soon as he walked through the door you were on his lap, lips on his. he didn’t even start of slow. you sat in his lap, his arms were around you, his tongue was immediately in your mouth. you let out a quick whimper of surprise before moving closer, trying desperately to get even more of your lips to touch his. something about him, about this, pushes all thoughts but him from your brain- all you can think of is getting more. you pushed yourself as close to him as you could get, pulling him in as tight as your weakening muscles would allow. Changbin grunted in response; leaving one arm tight around your waist as the other moved down to your ass, pushing you hard onto his rapidly growing erection. it was the roughness of your kissing that did it- he loved when you didn’t mind getting messy.
most guys use hickies or scratch marks, maybe even bite marks, to mark their partners; not Changbin. for him it was all about spit. he loved the sluttier, kinkier side of it. he loved that it let him go crazy with you, that it was more subtle, that people only dirty enough for you would know what the sheen around your mouth was. the power was getting to his head even now- the tiniest drool mark had started leaving your mouth and already you could feel his dick twitching. he began to suck on your tongue- forcing it out of your mouth so even more drool could spill out onto your chin. after a few harsh sucks that made you wriggle and whine he let it go with a pop just to dive in for more.
his tongue ran over yours, across your puckered lips, teasingly grazing the top of your mouth. it was feral, ridiculously messy, but the bestial side of it always got to your heads. you started grinding onto him even harder, the scratchiness of his denim making the feeling even better. he matched your growing aggression with even harder thrusts, grabbing almost painfully onto the flesh of your ass in his excitement. you reached for the hair on the back of his neck and tugged to keep him still, sucking his tongue like he sucked yours. it forced a deep groan from him as he harshly slapped your ass and humped you even harder. you released his tongue in your surprise, letting out a moan as desperate as his.. you clinked teeth as your lips met again- something you two would usually giggle at but were now far too lustful to even think about- as your growing orgasm got the better of you.
you could feel the mixture of your spits dripping off of your chin now. it started to fall onto your shirt, sticking it against your chest with just how much drool was now collecting. the cold, sticky feeling would usually gross you out but you were far too gone, far too lost in everything about Changbins tongue that you couldn’t help but moan out at the sensation- pulling yourself chest to chest with him so he could feel it too. the spit, his hands grabbing everything he could reach, and the new angle of his aggressive humps finally made you fall apart with a high pitched cry. as you shook on top of him Changbin- with a few final thrusts- came against his jeans, head falling onto your shoulder as his tongue finally left your mouth.
Minho has always been the dominant one in your relationship: from influencing what you did and didn’t wear in a day down to always being in charge in the bedroom. you loved it, of course- you wouldn’t be letting it happen otherwise- but sometimes you crave a change. sometimes, you can’t help but think about having him under you, letting himself be led by you for once… even the idea of him listening to you for once thrilled you. why not try?
today was your chance. you snuck out in the time he was at work to buy bondage rope and now all that was left was waiting. you had been checking your phone constantly throughout the day desperate for the text to tell you he was coming home. all your chores, your work, even some of his chores had been done, you were literally just pacing the length of your home towards the end of the day until- finally- he messaged at about 11pm to tell you he was coming home. you readied yourself by the door dressed in his favourite outfit on you, the strand of rope dangling from your hands. the plan was simple: begin to kiss him, wrap your arms around his waist, and tie his wrists together when he was distracted. as soon as he entered the door you began to enact your plan: “aw, babygirl/boy, you got yourself ready for me. how did you know i would ask?” the smooth, cocky voice he always used when he dominated you reverberated in your bones but you didn’t let your intentions slip.
you began to kiss him just how he liked- slow but heated, sensual, tongue fighting with his. for a moment, you forgot what you were even planning. but, as his focus slipped from reality to you you took your chance, grabbed hold of his hands, wrapped the rope around his wrist, and quickly tied it to the other. he tried to pull against it and move away from you, clearly frustrated with the turn of events, but your grip on the rope kept it in place. you cheekily bit his lip before pulling away from him and finally letting him move, “what do you think you’re doing? who do you think you are?” he exclaimed (to your joy), “once I break out of this rope you’re fucked!” you don’t think you’d ever seen him so furious before- his eyebrows were deeply furrowed, his frown deep-set, you don’t think he’s ever looked at you like that. you brushed it to the side, though, instead choosing to argue that, “it’s my turn to be in charge. you can listen to me for a change?”
he looked like he was going to consider it for a second before he responded- with a smile you should’ve known was suspicious, “of course, baby, just for a bit.” he stilled his struggling and followed you to your shared bedroom. you really should’ve known it was too easy. you should’ve thought more. as you moved your hand to his shoulder, still walking behind him, you should;ve known he’d take the chance to get out of it. that was the chance he was looking for; your knot on his right hand was too lose and he undid it easily. before you could blink he turned, grabbed the hand that was holding him, put it behind your back, and pinned you to the wall, “you little shit. you think you can undermine me like this? trick me like this? how dare you. you’re in for a long night, you stupid little slut.”
the rattling of metal echoed throughout the silent room causing Hyunjin to blush a bright red. he was obviously excited, yes, but clearly feeling very insecure in his exposure. you had him laying down, butt naked, legs spread on your shared bed. yes, this was new, but excitement practically jumping from his skin. you couldn’t deny that you felt the same: dressed in a leather get up that had Hyunjin sweating from the beginning of the night- not to mention the handcuffs dangling lovingly from your fingers.
the cool sting of the metal forced a breath from his plush lips, bit raw from nerves. he was too distracted and let you sneak up on him- joining his wrists together. you looked down at that moment and couldn’t help but coo, letting your hands drift down his built, shaking arms, to his toned chest. Hyunjin let out a pitiful whimper, wriggling to try and reach more of your hands and quicken your painful pace.
quickly, you remove your hand “Hyunjinnie, stay still or you wont get touched at all.” you wanted to start strong. you had to because you knew that he wouldn’t have asked for this otherwise. again, he let out his sweet, high pitched whimpers that had your resolve breaking. his bottom lip jutted out in a pout and he gave you the biggest puppy eyes you’ve ever seen. “I’ll behave! I promise! please… please keep touching me.” it came to him like breathing- being submissive was natural to him. you’re just glad you let him explore this side of himself and, truthfully, it was tantalising to think you were the first person to see this.
so, your hands continued. they travelled up the slopes and down the ridges of his abs, the harsh lines of muscles that define his thighs, and slowly circle around his pubic bone. Hyunjins breath stutters and starts, chest heaving with effort, but he still manages to keep his hips against the mattress. after a torturous minute you sit next to his head, pull him into your lap, and gently begin to drag a single digit up and down his length. his skin was so soft, so sensitive, crying out desperately to be touched that it took nothing for precum to begin to spill.
in a cracked, raw voice, he let out the tiniest “please” you had ever heard… and you couldn’t say no, “of course, baby. you’ve behaved so well, after all.” with three full jerks of your hand he came: whining, moaning, humping up desperately into your fist. you soothingly rubbed his cheeks until he finished riding out his high, gently kissing his forehead.
↳ banner by the wonderfully talented danica ( @dnrequests)
⌁pairing; boyfriend!chan x curvy!reader (f.)
⌁genre; established relationship, pwp, fluff, smut
⌁word count; 3.2k
⌁summary; wherein which you lazily make out with your boyfriend on a rainy morning.
⌁warnings; soft dom!chan, sub!reader, soft sex, 34+35, daddy kink, slight pain kink, slight orgasm control, overstimulation, handjob, oral (m. and f. receiving), slight edging, teasing, fingering, spanking, breast/nipple play, cum play, spit play
❥ special thanks to my lovely kat ( @yeoldontknow ) for titling this and reading it over and to hani ( @amourtae ) for giving this a read too! i love ya both sm
Nearly five, the morning usually begins with Chan stumbling back from the studio. Eyes heavy, movements slow, he’d carefully crawl and tuck himself in beside you, freezing when you’d make even the slightest motion. Even when exhausted and craving nothing then the soft plush of his pillow under his head, he’d rather prolong his entry to bed if it means that you remain sleeping. He knows just how hard it is for you to fall back to sleep once you’re up. Riddled with guilt, he’d try to stay up with you, inevitably falling asleep in your arms, head tucked against your breasts and lips slightly drooling over them. Eventually, you’d fall back asleep to the quiet rhythm of his heart and melody of his snores.
This morning begins early too, nearly five. Chan isn’t stumbling in, already in bed having exhausted himself in you the night before. Your cheek was once pressed against his chest, lips slightly drooling over his warm skin. Amidst the gentle patter of the rain, you lay back on your pillow now, Chan’s arm under your neck. His lips cradle yours, tongue not too far behind. Groggy, he lazily adorns your mouth with his saliva, using the hand snaked under your head to push your hair back before half-heartedly grabbing your nearest breast. He teases your nipple between his fingers, pinching and tugging. You moan your approval and feel him smirk against your lips. If you were looking into his eyes right now, you’re sure they’d be gleaming with mischief.
warnings: self indulgent post for me, use of baby boy, good boy and prince, idk i missed smth
felix’s hand drags down your body, tracing the naked skin that his lips had just marked. his lips were now attached to your thighs, sucking and kissing them to draw out your moans. your hands gripped the sheets, biting your tongue to keep the naughty thoughts to yourself.
“prince…” felix cooed one of his favorite pet names for you, kissing your thighs as he touched your soaked underwear. “did all of my teasing get my baby all excited?”
you nod your head in agreement, watching his fingers draw circles into the wet patch. felix decided he wanted to make you scream tonight, using another nickname that he knew would catch your attention and make you listen. “words, baby boy.”
your eyes shot to directly look at his, and without hesitation you spoke. “yes, daddy, it did.”
“ah, that’s better.” he smiles, his voice lowering a bit more if that was even possible. his hands trailed up to the hem of your underwear, tracing it gently. “daddy wants to play now, is that okay?”
with a nod and a quiet ‘yes’, he pulled off your underwear, lifting your legs up just enough for him to be able to lick and kiss your soaked hole. leaning down, he began to lick at the slit, using his eyes to see how you reacted to each lick. your hands grip on the sheets tightened, and your moans grew louder each lick, which became faster as your moans grew.
“such a good boy… i can’t wait to hear you scream my name next.”
