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[chrofeisnightmaregf]

𝕰𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞 𝖆𝖉𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖘 𝖆 𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙 𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖕. 𝕿𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊, 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖊, 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊

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𝕾𝖙𝖊𝖕𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖊𝖓𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖇𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖞; 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖕𝖘 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖕. 𝕿𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒 𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖆𝖙 𝖆 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊.

[thatonegirlonhere]

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I.N:

“Beg for it”

“Look at me or I’ll stop”

“Where’d that attitude go?”

Hyunjin:

“This is what you wanted?”

“You’re doing such a good job”

“My pretty little mess”

Felix:

“Good girl”

“Poor baby, can you feel how deep I am?”

“My girl”

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[hnsbxby]

Hey beautiful~

Pretty vendor selling pretty lemonades. I'm thirsty I'd like to place an order too. Since I am in the mood for smth risqué, I'll get A spiked lemonade, crushed ice, pulp in float to share with my man Bangchan.

I'll be looking forward to the drink. Don't hold back on the spice😏

So yeah

Happy 1k!!!!

- ɴᴏᴡ ꜱᴇʀᴠɪɴɢ › ꜱᴘɪᴋᴇᴅ ꜰʟᴏᴀᴛ ʟᴇᴍᴏɴᴀᴅᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄʀᴜꜱʜᴇᴅ ɪᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴜʟᴘ ⸝⸝ ft. chan , enjoy ! 18+

cw: subspace, hard dom, breeding, ass slapping

“Are you biting the pillow?” Chan laughed, thrusts hard. Your body rocking against the bed with his thrusts, not bothering or even thinking of responding.

He grinned, recognizing exactly what state you were in even without you saying anything. Hand coming up to pat your head.

“You all floaty?” He teased. Brushing your hair to the side.

You only whined in response. Clenching the sheets as he thrust particularly hard- hitting that sensitive gummy spot in you.

“Yeah, thought so.”

“Been needing this.” He groaned. Hand on your hip tightening. Your body prone on the bed. Feeling all fuzzy, as if floating. Only feeling the pleasure and heat from his body.

He glanced up, grabbing some of your hair firm enough it hurt in a way that felt good. His eyes on your face. “You’re gone, aren’t you?”

You didn’t bother to respond. Using the bit of will you could muster to let go of the pillow and push your face further into it.

“Look at me.” His voice was stern, pulling your head out from the pillow.

You whined, breaking your focus on the pleasure you were feeling to look up at him. Eyes gone as you looked up at his face and then slowly trailed down before you gave up on focusing on anything.

He chuckled, letting go of your hair. Watching as you hid your head into the pillow again. “Good girl.” He praised. A loud ‘thwack’ echoing in the room, mixed with your gasp as he slapped your ass.

“Don’t worry, you can go all dumb now.” He gave permission- not that it mattered, you were already stupid as stupid gets.

His thrusts sped up but faltered rhythm. Low moans flowing from him more.

“Shit.. ‘m close,” He muttered. Hands gripping your hips ‘n pulling them up closer to him. Sudden, loud moans falling from your lips at the touch that felt way hotter ‘n better than it should, and the sudden change in depth.

He looked up at you. Chuckling, fond smile making its way onto his face as he saw you. Mouth open in a mix of audible and silent moans. ‘n gasps. Small bit of drool on your chin and the pillow.

Your thighs shook lightly as you came- sudden and unannounced. Whines falling from your lips as your hips tried to get away but Chan held you in place.

“Aw, couldn’t even say you’re gonna cum?” He hummed, thrusts more frantic as he got closer and closer.

Your toes curled as overstimulation kicked in, moaning into the pillow as he suddenly stopped. Hips pushed flush against your ass, groans falling from his lips as he came.

“Fuck- shit..” He cursed, thrusting shallowly as he came in you. Biting his lip hard, watching where he disappeared in and out of you. Cum starting to spill out around him.

“That’s it,” Chan murmured, still catching his breath. Hand splaying possessively on your lower back. “There you go. All full.”

You let out shaky breaths as he finally pulled out. Pussy clenching around nothing. Shivering as you felt cum run down your thigh.

His hand was gentle on your back as he ran it up and down. Voice soft as his other hand wiped at the drool on your chin.

“Did so good for me. Took it all.”

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[lixiespick]

Better Than He Can - Bang Chan smau #16

about: you start dating your old school's biggest fuck boy, someone doesn't seem to be happy about it.

warnings: smau, cursing, humor, fluff, angst, cheating. Bang Chan x Fem!Reader. James x Fem!Reader. Mentions of other idols: James - CORTIS, Martin - CORTIS, Giselle- AESPA.

a/n: reminder to ignore the time stamps and that the tag list is closed. <3 disclaimer: This smau is fictional and written for entertainment only. The characters are not meant to represent the real people. Their actions and personalities in this story do not reflect who they are in real life or how I see them!

please do not interact with my posts or blog if you're a minor.

part #15 / series masterlist!

tag list: @iamwhoiamwhat @ravengxbss @dolcemuse @wildnindigo @chrofeisnightmaregf @idiotmaterial @kkuralaced @amarecerasus @straykidsfein143 @stay-with-a-small-heart @hannie-and-binnie @zombunnie69 @gnabsyou @minterrlude @ayedomino008 @velvetmoonlght @hanosaurs @valpaez @angellixmar @minhossluticecream @danielle143 @urmomsfavlesb @zombie-nina @blablublab @lovelyyari43 @i-like-pandas5 @piltdoughboy @imagine-all-the-imagines @mrsminseochoi @marinas-corner @whoschanandwhydoyallwannabanghim @leasotheruniverse @hunter-or-the-hunted

[tch-hair-band]

𓋼 Oopsie Daisy P2 𓋼

-Maknae Line-

𓍊 Bsf: Jisung x Reader, Felix x Reader, Seungmin x Reader, Jeongin x Reader

𓍊 you’re on the receiving end of an accidental nude

𓍊 Hyung Line

𓍊 Warnings: smut, nudes, very suggestive, sexting, dark humor, use of the word bitch, everyone is a freak here

𓍊 Note: damn I didn’t realize the first part was all the way back in March

𓍊 this is a fictional characterization of all people/characters meant purely for fictional purposes

𓍊 Masterlist

𓍊 taglist: @aiyanotfound @chryssi-kitten @wendigo-the-deer @niku0704 @yessirfelix @b4mbalina

Jisung:

Felix:

Seungmin:

Jeongin:

[tch-hair-band]

𓋼 Oopsie Daisy! 𓋼

-Hyung Line-

𓍊 Bsf: Chan x Reader, Minho x Reader, Changbin x Reader, Hyunjin x Reader

𓍊 you’re on the receiving end of an accidental nude

𓍊 Warnings: smut, nudes, kinda sexting ig, swearing, reader might be kind of a freak?

𓍊 Note: hyunjin has a pretty cock, I fear it’s cannon

𓍊 this is a fictional characterization of all people/characters meant purely for fictional purposes

𓍊 Masterlist

𓍊 permanent taglist: @aiyanotfound

Chan:

Minho:

Changbin:

Hyunjin:

[giventakenmeg]

Chitchatting with friend chan who isn’t even listening because hes busy staring at your tits- WHO SAID THAT?!

IM GIGGLING i’m in love w this idea EHEHEEH. two posts in one day ouuu shiiii

what color is the blanket?

friend!chan x reader

synopsis ⋆˚꩜｡ chan is a little perv

genre ⋆˚࿔ crack, ig KINDA smut??? like literally atom sized

cw: boobs

You haven’t noticed.

How have you not noticed his aggressive gaze??

This man is genuinely a fucking chud.

You were at work all day today, and all you’ve done when you gain the smallest amount of free time is message Chan about how irritating and exhausting your coworkers are.

Now that you’re home, you finally get to tell your best friend (and roommate) all about it. 

Well, if he’d fucking focus.

You get cold crazy easily during the wintertime. So under your pink cafe uniform, you always have a tank top clinged to your skin.

So you’ve removed your uniform that reeks of coffee, and are now comfortable in a black tank top and gray sweatpants. You’re even comfortable enough to not wear a bra around him, cause helloooo, he’s just your very good friend. 

“Then, literally— Oh my gosh. Guess what, Chan.” You groan, throwing your head back against the back of the couch, Chan sitting casually beside you.

His brown eyes fling up to the movement that resides above where he’s been staring, setting his gaze on your expression. “What?” 

“Then she fucking left the machine on. Like girl, what? You’ve worked here for how long?? She’s genuinely a mess.” You complain, letting out a scoff soaked in disbelief. You shake your head too, but Chan doesn’t see it, cause his gaze has moved right back to where home is.

“She’s a mess, am I right?” You laugh softly with a gentle tilt of your head, turning toward him and watching his eyes shoot up to your own.

However, you catch his gaze long enough to notice where he had been staring. You stare at him as he nods, smiling while he plays it off.

No shot.

You decide to let that moment slide. It was once, that’s understandable. Plus, you lowkey do that to your girl friends sometimes. No biggie. You’re no better than a man.

So you continue your story, “Yeah! Then, the boss literally left for half an hour to take a fucking smoke break. Like are we serious? Do your job.” You say with a sigh, your palms shooting up to rest against your face so you’re able showcase your annoyance.

You just hear a hum, and that kinda drives a flood of annoyance through you at the sound of his nonchalance. Like, what could be more important than hearing your friend complain, ugh? (Boobs, y/n. Boobs.) So you part your fingers to stare at him, just to see his eyes once again resting on your cleavage.

You drop your hands.

His eyes shoot up, and he gives you an innocent smile. You just stare. This causes his smile to falter subtly, “What?”

You reach your hand out and cover his eyes, “What color is the blanket in between us?”

“Huh?” He calls out, plump lips parted.

Oh, you are an evil, evil woman y/n.

“I said what I said. What’s the color?”

“…Black?” He responds quietly. You can tell in his tone that he already knows he’s wrong. It’d be a miracle if he guessed right. Hopefully the universe is on his side today.

You drop your hands, and he turns his head to the blanket draped between you guys, just to see the rainbow tie dye design. His lips form into a tight line, and he glances at you.

The universe actually hates him.

He whispers awkwardly, “I didn’t know there was a blanket.”

You just stare, then your smile grows a little. “Whatever. You’re such a guy.”

You cross your arms to give him a show, continuing your story.

Suddenly he’s real comfortable with where his gaze lands, and you get a few glimpses of his bottom lip getting caught between his teeth.

Are you a whore to say that you lowkey enjoy the heat of his gaze?

Perchance. Kidding.

Maybe next time you’ll wear just a bra, so you can watch him malfunction.

EEEEK thank yew for this request i lit love it help its so funny :^

hopefully it meets ur expectations 🥹💕

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[lixiespick]

Better Than He Can - Bang Chan smau #15

about: you start dating your old school's biggest fuck boy, someone doesn't seem to be happy about it.

warnings: smau, cursing, humor, fluff, angst, cheating. Bang Chan x Fem!Reader. James x Fem!Reader. Mentions of other idols: James - CORTIS, Martin - CORTIS, Giselle- AESPA.

a/n: reminder to ignore the time stamps and that the tag list is closed. <3 disclaimer: This smau is fictional and written for entertainment only. The characters are not meant to represent the real people. Their actions and personalities in this story do not reflect who they are in real life or how I see them!

please do not interact with my posts or blog if you're a minor.

part #14 / series masterlist!

tag list: @iamwhoiamwhat @ravengxbss @dolcemuse @wildnindigo @chrofeisnightmaregf @idiotmaterial @kkuralaced @amarecerasus @straykidsfein143 @stay-with-a-small-heart @hannie-and-binnie @zombunnie69 @gnabsyou @minterrlude @ayedomino008 @velvetmoonlght @hanosaurs @valpaez @angellixmar @minhossluticecream @danielle143 @urmomsfavlesb @zombie-nina @blablublab @lovelyyari43 @i-like-pandas5 @piltdoughboy @imagine-all-the-imagines @mrsminseochoi @marinas-corner @whoschanandwhydoyallwannabanghim @leasotheruniverse @hunter-or-the-hunted

[chrofeisnightmaregf]

Where’s our good girl? Yandere!ChanLix x Reader

Summary- you had been so well behaved recently but today was a slip that revealed how much you’ve been slipping up mentally. Despite how much you try to fight your feelings for your kidnappers who insist on you calling them Mommy and Daddy your punishment after your bratty behavior only makes you doubly down

Authors note: I’ve been wanting to write a this story for a minute now and finally got around to doing it (I promise I’m working on all my other drafts though😭)I’ve never wrote something like this so I hope you all enjoy. I want to give a major shout out and spotlight to @last-words-ofashootingstar and her baby series which inspired me to make this! Please go read her series before this it’s so amazing and she’s an insanely talented writer!! Haven’t proofread this yet btw but I prob will later, Tw’s under the cut.

Word count - 4.6k

Link to divider here, photos found on Pinterest

TW: Yandere, kidnapping, mentions of sex and slight nudity, violence/spanking, swearing, reader is very much falling into Stockholm Syndrome, heavy allusions to dom/sub relationships, Felix referred to as mommy and Chan is referred to as daddy(so slight mommy daddy kink ig?), verryyyyy slight allusions to stalking, kinda soft yandere I feel like but still very very fucked up so please read at you own risk and as always!!! This does NOT represent any of the members in real life, this is fiction and nothing more!! They are simply place holders for the story!!!

The couch underneath you was comfortable and the fuzzy blanket wrapped around you gave you a sense of comfort, at least somewhat. The Bluey episode on the flat screen tv in front of you played at a moderate volume not too low you couldn’t hear it but not high enough that you couldn’t hear Felix humming to a song you didn’t fully recognize while cooking. The song was somewhat familiar, probably one of the few new ones Chan was working on staying late in the studio for their upcoming comeback. Thinking about Chan and him coming home soon brought an impending sense of fear on you destroying the slight comfort the blanket and couch gave you.

Upon “moving in with them” as they liked to word it Chan rarely stayed late in the studio anymore save for the couple of times he was in the zone and got carried away or he had a comeback on the horizon with a looming deadline but even then he still didn’t stay that late, at least like he used to. Gone were the countless hours spent in the studio until ungodly hours, gone were the multiple times Felix had to come drag him home in the middle of the night. “The bed is cold without you baby and you know I don’t like to sleep without you” he would rasp his voice laced with tiredness thickening his accent. He never stayed later than two hours now that you were around.

Sure he still stayed late still but not that late, to him and Felix at least. Him staying two hours late sometimes wasn’t that bad compared to the times he would quietly unlock the door past midnight hoping he wouldn’t wake his husband. Him being late didn’t matter much to you, if anything it made you feel happy. You frequently had to bite the inside of your lip to keep yourself from smiling when Felix would say Chan would be late. You were always around the two of them so even just one of them being away from you took a weight off your shoulder. Today though it added weight on your shoulder having to wait for Chan to come home. You wondered if Felix had told him about your “outburst" today, or if he was waiting for him to come home to tell him. It didn’t matter though, you had a punishment coming your way anyway. You knew you would be in for it.

The beeping of the lock broke you from your trance, Chan was home. You felt a knot building in your throat while your anxiety steadily increased. You weren’t sure what to do. Chan and Felix both liked when you greeted them at the door after they got home, it wasn’t necessarily a rule but it did get you extra brownie points. You weren’t sure though, if Chan already knew about your “bratty actions” as they loved to say it could aggravate him or make him think you were trying to get out of a punishment which you weren’t. Not necessarily at least. You knew better- they made sure you knew better than to ever try and get out a punishment but you were trying to lessen it a little. If he didn’t know, maybe it would lessen your punishment. Fuck it.

You stood up from the couch and made your way to the door just in time to see Chan standing up from untying and removing his shoes. He looks over at you and a bright smile graces his face. You were just what he needed to see after a long day in the studio. “Hi babygirl, coming to welcome me home?” he asks, you nod.

“Yeah, hi Daddy, welcome home” you smile walking towards him and letting him pull you into a hug. The name rolled off your tongue easier now then it used too, it no longer made bile rise in your throat and your tongue burn. You remember the first time he gave you a hug back when you were friends, when you were nothing more to him and Felix then friends with benefits. He had mumbled “big hug” into your hair making you giggle. It was a popular phrase in the Stay fandom, you would know. You did used to be a fan afterall. Those were the days. You weren’t ready for commitment you had told them over a couple shared drinks after a long day practicing and choreographing them. You wanted the affection and outings and sex that came from dating but you didn’t want the commitment. You were too focused on your career as a promising upcoming choreographer. You wanted no strings attached, you wanted to be able to go ghost for a couple weeks and be able to come back like nothing happened. You didn’t mean to talk about how attractive the two of them were that night, how long you crushed on them, how they were your biases before joining JYP and having to become more professional, how badly you wanted what they had but your trust issues wouldn’t let you. How badly you wanted a relationship like that just without the complications, you had said all that before you three downed another round of shots.

You woke up the next morning hungover and naked sandwiched between the two men who were also naked, it doesn’t take a genius to guess what had happened or how you had agreed to your friends with benefits situation. You wish you could go back and undo it all, refuse to ever go out with them that night, although the longer you had been stuck in their shared apartment the more you realized that they were obsessed with you long before that night if the constant two on one practices you had and always working with at least one of them had anything to do with them. Sometimes you wonder if you hadn’t rejected them and their proposal of a serious relationship all those months ago, laughing at them thinking they were joking if you wouldn’t be locked in their apartment forced to conform to what they wanted of you, conforming to a lifestyle you never explored much outside of the bedroom.

You couldn’t dwell on that because Chan had put his duffel bag and computer bag on the bench in the hallway and hoisted you into his arms causing you to let out a small yelp. You forgot how strong he was. The reminder only served to make you more nervous about your upcoming punishment. “How was your day, baby?” he says walking towards the living room, you mumbled out a small good before asking how his day was. “It was good, better now that I'm home with you and Mommy though, I missed my loves all day” he says before setting you on the couch. Felix walked over smiling at the sight of you two, gazing at you softly like earlier didn’t happen.

He embraced Chan, placing a kiss on his lips asking the same question you had. He smiles “dinner is almost ready, go wash up and meet us at the table” his eyes moved to you his loving smile never leaving his face looking at you like you were the most precious thing in the world, like you didn’t cuss him out earlier. “Come help me set the table, little one?” you nod but quickly correct yourself.

“Yes Mommy” you nod and look him in the eyes. You had already broken four rules today and not making eye contact and not using your words would only be breaking more. You followed him to the table and helped set the table as normal, making small talk about what he made for dinner and dessert. He asked about the episode of Bluey you were watching as if you hadn’t watched it a million times already. He was acting normal like nothing had happened today and that made you feel worse than it would have if he had ignored you or been cold to you. Chan soon sat at the table and Felix served you your dinner then Chan reached over pulling your plate towards him and cutting your food up for you like he does every night.

Everything was carrying on as normal as if you hadn’t given Felix attitude all morning, as if you hadn’t called him Felix instead of Mommy and slapped his hand away from you before and telling him to fuck off and calling him a bitch.

They talked about their days, what Chan worked on at the studio and how Felix’s dance practice was. Felix told him how Hyunjin almost tripped three times because he kept forgetting to tie his shoe laces. They asked about your day, Chan asked if you had fun going and sitting in on Felix’s practice and if you had fun hanging out with danceracha while they worked. “Were you good for Mommy today baby?” Chan asked with a smile. Your eyes darted to Felix who sat across from you with his hair tied back, a blue t-shirt and gray sweatpants on. He looked good, more than good. You had been thinking that more recently about both of them. Instead of feeling sick or angry looking at them like you used to, you caught yourself admiring them more. You didn’t like that you were thinking that way.

“Well?” Felix asks you. You felt nervous. Beyond nervous. You hated punishments and how degrading they were, you hated how well they took care of you during and after them. But what you hated most of all is how mad Chan was gonna be because when Chan was angry you were terrified and he didn’t let any disrespect towards his husband slide. You had seen it with your own eyes a couple of times, and been at the receiving end of it once and you promised yourself to never be on that end again, you broke that promise today. Felix slides his hand across the table grabbing yours gently and holding it, lacing his fingers with yours. The worst part, you think, isn’t even the punishment itself but the fact that you have to remind yourself of your actions. You have to acknowledge the guilt eating away at you for hurting your mommy- for hurting Felix, you correct yourself. You also didn’t like how you were slipping up with their names like that. “I know you're nervous and you don’t like confrontation. I can tell him for you if you want little one? I don’t mind, we won’t be upset if you feel more comfortable with me saying it” you stare at him for a moment feeling even more guilt. How could you hurt someone who always took such good care of you, who was always so kind and loving to you?

“Promise?” your voice just above a whisper trying your hardest to keep eye contact.

“Of course babygirl,” he says. His smile and eyes were soft with love and admiration. He and Chan always looked at you like that. He turns to Chan, “our Sunshine had a bratty episode today” he says. The words “bratty episode” made you feel belittled but you tried to ignore it.

Chan stared for a moment feeling confused. It had been a while since you acted out, you had been so good recently. It was obvious to him and Felix that you were finally breaking. Finally giving in to them. “What happened?” he asked.

“When I tried to take her shirt off she snapped, slapped my hand away and yelled at me” Chan swallowed still quietly waiting for Felix to continue. “She said “Felix leave me the fuck alone I can do this myself bitch.” Chan couldn’t help but stare at him in shock. The room went silent with a tension so thick it could be cut with a knife. He looks over at you, his baby girl holding on to Felix’s hand like it was the only thing that could keep you calm. Noticing the way your head is down and your eyes are burning holes into the plate you're staring at and the way your leg won’t stop bouncing he honestly believes Felix holding your hand was the only thing keeping you calm.

The room stays silent for another moment before Chan speaks “How did you handle it?” Chan asks. He hadn’t looked at you the entire time only at Felix and that made the pit in your stomach expand.

“I didn’t” he says, his thumb rubbing across your knuckles comfortingly. “She apologized almost immediately and let me change her and has been on her best behavior since. I figured I would wait until you got home to decide on a punishment. Plus you know how I feel about punishing her” he says. Felix has never liked to punish you, sure he would decide your punishment sometimes but he rarely ever was the one to inflict them. He instead chose to prepare tissues if you cried, run a bath to calm you, prepare the bed with your favorite stuffies and blankets and hold your hand when Chan delivered the punishment. There was only one time in the four and a half months you’ve been in their apartment where he punished you and it was brutal, thinking about it sometimes brings you shivers because you had never seen him so mad. You had woken up in the middle of the night alone that evening to hear Felix crying to Chan about how terrible he felt punishing you.

Chan nods at what Felix says, letting the silence hang over the kitchen table watching you practically squirm in your seat from anxiety. He was at a loss for words, you had been so good recently so what changed today? “Is what he’s saying true babygirl?” Chan asks you. It’s not that he didn’t believe Felix but he wanted to give you the chance to speak.

“Yes Daddy” you say quietly. Forcing yourself to keep eye contact with Chan only increased your anxiety and if it wasn’t for Felix holding onto your hand you probably would have started sobbing by now. Chan only hums before taking another bite of his food.

“We’ll talk about this alone after we finish dinner” he says to Felix.

After that dinner continued on like normal for the two of them but not for you. You stayed silent while you ate until they excused you from the kitchen so they could clean up. You sat on the couch rubbing your hand across the blanket you had been cuddled with earlier trying to calm yourself. They spoke quietly and quickly to each other in Korean while cleaning. If you paid enough attention you could have translated it, but you felt too tired and your brain was too fried to bother trying to compute that into English. Even if you weren’t as tired your anxiety of what was to come had your heart beating into your ears so harshly you couldn’t hear anyways. So distracted by your anxiety you hadn’t noticed that they stopped talking and made their way into the living room. You only noticed when Chan squatted down in front of you and Felix sat on the loveseat across from you.

“You understand how bad you were today right?” Chan asks softly. He rubbed your cheek with one of his hands. He spoke and touched you like you were made of glass. He could tell how anxious you were and so could Felix. They have always been too good at reading your emotions.

“Yes Daddy” you say. It was hard to drag your eyes away from Felix who sat on the other side of the room away from you. You didn’t like that. Felix never sat away from you, not even during a punishment.

“We recognize how you immediately apologized and took accountability of your actions baby,” Chan continues, the hand originally rubbing your cheek trailing to your chin to make you sure you look at him. “Mommy and I are so proud of how well you’ve been behaving, even when you misbehaved today. You said sorry and let him help you change, you greeted me when I got home, you’ve been making sure to keep eye contact with us and use your words. You’ve come so far little one, been such a good girl” he says with a proud smile. A couple months ago this would have made you feel sick but at this moment it helped calmed. He called you a good girl, something you’ve grown more accustomed to hearing, craving to hear it instead of dreading it.

“Because of how good you’ve been, we're gonna go easy for your punishment” you looked at him with wide eyes. He and Felix couldn’t help but let out chuckles at your cuteness.

“Really?” you asked, still feeling shocked. Have you really been that good recently? Part of you felt proud of that. But there was a small voice in the back of your head screaming not to be, screaming it wasn’t a good thing, to stop giving in. He nods at you.

“I’ll give you 20 spanks and hold your hands behind your back the entire time. Mommy is sitting on the other couch and going to watch. You really hurt his feelings today so you don’t get to hold his hand like you usually do during punishments” so that's why he sat on the other couch. You didn’t like that. You’re not sure when him holding your hand during a punishment became a comfort, became something you liked but all you knew is that you didn’t like this. “You’ll look Mommy in the eyes and apologize each time I hit you, okay? If you don't we rerstart” you knew you couldn’t do anything but say yes, so you did. The next few moments were a blur. Chan adjusting you over his lap, your shorts and underwear dragged halfway down your thighs and wrists gripped tightly in one hand and being positioned to make eye contact with Felix you don’t remember. You don’t zone back in until the first slap and let out a whimper.

“I’m sorry Mommy”

Spank!

“I’m sorry Mommy!”

Spank!

“I’m sorry Mommy”

Spank!

“I’m sorry Mommy!”

After the 5th hit you realized why Chan had your wrists in a tight grip behind his back. It was hard for you to not yank them out and cling on to the couch cushions for comfort, or to grip on to his pant leg or reach out to Felix. He wanted you to feel a punishment without their comfort. By the time the 8th hit came you were already crying and on the 11th you were starting to break out into full on sobs while Felix stared at you with a blank face. He seemed unbothered but he had to put his idol training to use and hide how badly he wanted to hold your hand and pet your hair while telling you how well you were doing. It wasn’t easy for Chan but in their mind they knew this would help you in the long run.

It would help break you.

By the 20th spank you could barely speak and were a stuttering mess. It wasn’t just the pain that got to you, but the lack of comfort, the lack of emotion from either of them. After the last hit they both went still watching as you cried into the cushion of the couch. Letting you sit in your pain and thoughts of how badly you wanted their comfort. After 30 seconds of your sobs they went into action.

Chan released your wrists and adjusted you to sit across his lap, shushing your pained whimpers when your sore bottom settled on his thighs. He massaged your wrists while Felix wiped away your tears and shushed. Chan’s hands moved from your wrist to your back rubbing comforting circles to help soothe you. “Just breathe he said softly”

It continued on for about 5 minutes with them praising you about how well you took it and how good you are, how much they loved and appreciated you. “Our good girl” Felix whispered softly before standing with Chan following suit, slipping one arm under your legs and the other going to your back and standing up with you in his arms. They walked from the living room to the hall Chan turning to the left to head into the bathroom with you while Felix turned to the right to the bedroom door.

When you realized Felix was leaving you couldn’t help the whine you left out making both men pause. “Mommy” you sniffled making him soften.

“Shh baby” Felix said “It’s okay, I'm just going to the bedroom to get the bed ready.” You shook your head and mumbled a soft ‘don’t go’.

Chan adjusted you in his arms and placed a kiss on your head. “It’s okay little one, me and you are gonna go shower and get ready for bed while Mommy gets everything ready for bed okay? We’ll be quick and then we can cuddle and sleep, okay?” Chan says. You nod and let out a softer whine before nuzzling your head in his neck mumbling a quiet ‘be fast’. Usually they would make you verbalize everything louder and make eye contact but on nights like these after harsh punishments they got more lax with the rules, how couldn’t they? After this you became all soft, sweet and submissive wanting nothing more than to be as close to the two of them as you could.

Chan kept to his word washing the both of you as quickly as he could while also trying to be gentle with you, your ass bright red from how hard he had been spanking you. He wrapped you in a pastel fuzzy towel doing quick skincare for you both before bringing you to the bedroom. You were obviously fussy from not being near Felix which was to be expected seeing as he wasn’t with you during your punishment. You acted the same way when Felix had been the one to punish you, seeking his touch and attention despite the prior punishment.

Once Chan sat you down on the bed Felix walked out of your shared walk-in closet in his own pajamas holding a set of your Pajamas (which was a fluffy pair of old christmas sleep pants that belonged to Chan and one of Felix’s shirts) and a pair of underwear for Chan seeing as the man was pretty much incapable of wearing actual pajamas.

“Hi little one, how was your shower with Daddy?” Felix asked, pulling your sleep shirt over your head.

“‘S good” you mumbled rubbing your eyes and standing up letting him apply an ointment to your butt to help with the pain before sliding the pajama pants on. “‘M sleepy though Mommy can we all go to bed now please?” you ask. Your eyes were soft and doe like. You were very obviously worn out from tonight.

“Of course little one” he said, climbing into bed and pulling you under the sheets with him and against his chest. Chan slid in after pressing a kiss to your forehead and putting your favorite cartoon on. You curled deeper into Felix seeking as much of his touch as you could get. You were quick to doze off, Chan humming the song Felix did earlier didn’t help.

You let out an annoyed whine “Daddy closer please”your voice was muffled due to your face being shoved into Felix’s chest. You reached behind you pulling his arm making him and Felix giggle.

“‘M here little ‘m right here” Chan says softly, feeling his heart flutter at you seeking him out and not just Felix. Both men watched you slowly drift off. Chan ran his hand up and down your arm and continued humming while Felix played with your hair. They watched your breathing even out and sat in a comfortable silence watching you. You, their babygirl, their little one, their world, their everything.

Just as they thought you had fallen asleep you sleepily mumbled “I love you Mommy, I love you Daddy” your voice was slurred with exhaustion and they couldn’t help but look at you like you hung the moon and the stars. You telling them you love them before bed wasn’t exactly new, it was a routine they had instilled in you although it never failed to make their hearts beat a little faster. What was new though was your next sentence “ promise to start being a good girl all the time…’m so lucky to…to have you” you said before finally falling asleep. Their eyes widened in shock before staring at each other. The only noise to be made was from your cartoon playing quietly on the tv. They sat silently a little longer staring at you, their entire world.

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“She’s finally breaking,” Chan had said softly. The room had been silent for at least 10 minutes now.

“She’s been breaking,” Felix hummed.

“Yeah…she has. But I think today was the final straw love.” Chan responded.

Felix stayed silent for another moment before speaking, his voice raspy with tiredness. “What do you think pushed it?” although he already knew the answer.

“Its been bound to happen for a while now, she’s been getting there slowly. But after today's punishment, not letting you hold her hand and comfort her pushed her over the edge.” Chan responded with his own voice, tired just like Felix.

“It didn’t help that you ignored her during the punishment either Channie, she really does love the both of us. She couldn’t handle how you didn’t talk her through the punishment like you usually do. I think she is just too focused on how I'm usually right across from her holding her hand to realize how much your words mean as well.” Felix says softly. They keep their voices down not wanting to wake you. He wasn’t wrong either. Chan’s silence today did have an effect on you, more than you knew.

“Doesn’t matter what it was, she’s finally all ours again, our little one finally realizing how much she needs us just like we need her.” Felix hums again before leaning up slightly, placing a slow kiss to his lips.

“I love you Chan, love our baby so much too.”

“I love you too Lix, I love and adore you both so much.” Chan shoots him a sleepy smile. The room goes silent again. Chan watches as Felix finally gives in to sleep. He lays in silence watching the both of you, the way Felix’s wedding band glints in the light of the tv. The loves of his lives curled up in his bed in his arms. He had never felt so complete.

He wonders if tomorrow is a good time to give you the engagement band he and Felix had stored in the corner of the top shelf in the closet, the one they had picked out a week after they first started working with you, a week after meeting you. They always knew you were theirs. He'll have to ask Felix tomorrow.

You were right, they have been obsessed with you far longer than you thought. Had you not gone on that date, it wouldn’t have mattered. They had 5 full proof plans on how to ‘bring you home’ if it didn’t work that night. You’re their little one after, their baby girl.

They knew it the moment they met you that you were destined to be theirs, their final piece. You’re theirs. Forever.

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Better Than He Can - Bang Chan smau #14

about: you start dating your old school's biggest fuck boy, someone doesn't seem to be happy about it.

warnings: smau, cursing, humor, fluff, angst, cheating. Bang Chan x Fem!Reader. James x Fem!Reader. Mentions of other idols: James - CORTIS, Martin - CORTIS, Giselle- AESPA.

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I BEGGED MY HOT ASS TA FOR A GRADE CURVE AND GOT CURVED BY HIS D*CK INSTEAD !

this is smut, do not interact if under 18

𓏲੭ ˒ he’s your TA. you’re failing his class. but he doesn’t think you’re dumb— just distracted. and now he wants your full attention.

pairing: TA!bang chan x f!reader genre/tags: college au, smut with plot, implied age gap, way too much sexual tension, oral (m + f receiving), dom!chan, nipple play, light degradation/praise kink, piv, unprotected s*x, creampie, possessive!chan, aftercare words: 11.5k (wtf is my life 💔)

[ note. ] — finally posting the first fic of my crash course series (i changed the titles hehe), spent the whole night editing this so i could post this weekend >.< ALSO thanks sm for 6k !! ily guys so bad <3

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college wasn’t supposed to feel this suffocating. at least, that’s what you kept telling yourself between long sighs of frustration and tugging on your hair like somehow pulling harder will pull an answer to all of your problems out of the air. it had to get better, right? at some point, you’d figure this out. at some point, you’d be able to catch up like everyone else, slide back into a rhythm, fix your grades, fix everything.

but no matter how hard you tried to convince yourself, deep down you knew the truth.

you were absolutely fucked.

it had been building for months now, a slow unraveling that you hadn’t even noticed until the exam grades started rolling in and hitting like sucker punches straight to the ribs. a 61 in econ. 58 in calc. a humiliating 43 in the upper-division statistics course you had only signed up for because your advisor swore up and down you’d “do fine” if you just showed up, paid attention, and did the work. of course, nobody told you how hard it’d be to do the work when school felt like breaking your brain with each passing week.

and sure, it wasn’t entirely your fault you were in this now completely catastrophic mess. life happened. you were busy. sooo busy.

tests piled up, papers came due, and before you knew it, the semester had gotten away from you. one skipped lecture turned into two, and then three, because the hangover was too heavy, or you woke up too late, or maybe skipping just became easier than showing up and realizing you still didn’t fucking get it.

your friends didn’t seem to have a problem with it though. in fact, they seemed to be doing just fine, sitting pretty with half the stress you carried while partying with twice the energy. it was infuriating.

how did these trust fund, name-dropping, parents-pay-everything-for-me types just breeze their way through life while you clawed and struggled and stressed for every single second of yours?

“just don’t think about it,” they’d say when you worried aloud about your scholarship.

“take a mental health day. or week. you deserve it!”

“a curve will carry you through like always.”

but that curve was not saving your ass this time, and honestly, the guilt of falling so far behind wasn’t even the worst part.

the worst part was knowing you were the one who let it happen.

there wasn’t anyone else to pin this on, no scapegoat for the party invites you shouldn’t have accepted or the nights out you couldn’t say no to because it’d look bad to disappear. you’d just… kept up.

and things were fun— exciting, even— until they weren’t. until you realized just how hard you were sinking.

and now here you were; failing half your classes, barely passing the others, one more missed lecture away from kissing your scholarship goodbye. and you didn’t even have anyone to turn to for help.

the people you called “friends,” those picture-perfect girls with weekly blowouts paid on daddy’s card and those polished guys with frat pins and parents on donor lists— weren’t actually your friends.

because now that you needed something? now that you were desperate for someone to swoop in and save you from drowning? they only had half-hearted excuses to offer you.

“sorry, babe, we’re swamped with group projects,” one girl had said while sipping an overpriced matcha latte you knew for a fact her roommate paid for.

“dude, just hit up someone in your class. you’ll figure it out,” one guy shrugged, adjusting his collar on what was clearly a brand-new polo shirt for his friday night out.

every excuse only added to the dull ache in your chest.

so maybe they weren’t your friends, not really. maybe they just liked the version of you who didn’t ask for anything, the one who could keep up, who looked shiny and fun and confident all the time.

now, all you had to show for was a rapidly deteriorating GPA, an inbox of ignored emails from professors, a terrifyingly close “academic warning” notice, and a desperate gamble hanging on a thin thread of possibility.

and that gamble was chan.

you didn’t actually know much about him beyond his name, just that he seemed way too hot to be stuck explaining complex theories to freshmen and that he was ridiculously good at his job as a TA for your statistics course.

almost too good.

you sat in the back most of the time, quietly zoning out while he spoke about office hours or went over practice examples that looked more like hieroglyphics to you than math. sometimes you’d stare down blankly at your notebook, pretending to write, just so he wouldn’t call on you.

but now, you didn’t really have a choice anymore, did you?

you were cornered— trapped, honestly— with the weight of your failing grades pressing down on you so hard that it felt like it’d snap your spine in half. chan was your only chance to fix this, and there wasn’t any guarantee he’d even agree to help you.

as far as you could tell from the few glances— okay, stares— you’d snuck during class or the rare moments you did try to pay attention, chan wasn’t the kind of guy who did anyone favors for free. he was helpful, sure. ridiculously patient, disgustingly smart, but distant in this professional, untouchable way that felt more intimidating than approachable.

which sucked because he was so insanely good-looking it made your stomach twist everytime you saw him.

like how was that even fair? how did someone with a full schedule of grading papers and breaking down theorems for struggling students still look like that?

it wasn’t just the obvious things, either, like his jawline being sharp enough to slice through a brick wall or the way his hair always sat perfectly, even if it looked like he’d run his hands through it a million times. or the broad shoulders that strained against his button-ups, the way the rolled up sleeves gave a front-row view of his inked forearms when he turned to write on the board, he’d done that on purpose, you were sure of it.

no, it was deeper than that. something about him just… oozed authority. he had this natural confidence, this charm that made every interaction feel intentional, sharpened by polite smirks and these piercingly knowing looks that made you feel like he could see straight through you.

and that was terrifying.

you weren’t exactly one to shy away from attention. hell, you practically craved it on most days, but the idea of being in the same room as chan, let alone putting yourself at his mercy by asking for a favor this big? it put knots in your stomach.

to be fair, it wasn’t just how hot he was or how sharp his tone could get if someone asked an obviously stupid question. it was the fact that you knew— you knew— he’d seen you at your worst.

because, let’s face it, you weren’t exactly subtle. it wasn’t hard to notice the girl stumbling into class ten minutes late with one hand clutching a coffee she clearly didn’t need and the other hand trying to smooth yesterday’s mascara out from under her eyes. or the girl who’d roll her eyes during presentations, whispering sarcastic comments to her desk mate only to fail her own turn at the podium because she hadn’t read the material.

you saw it in the way his eyes flicked over you sometimes— brief, appraising glances, like he was clocking all the things you were doing wrong but didn’t have the energy to care. and that made asking for his help… well, humiliating wasn’t even the right word.

but when you thought of all your options, or lack thereof, it was clear. chan was your only shot.

which leads you to now, racing down the hallway outside his office hours, totally unprepared and already out of breath just thinking about how this might go.

your sneakers squeaked against the tiled floor as you skidded to a halt in front of his office door, heart hammering out an uneven rhythm.

what were you even supposed to say? “hi, sorry for being the laziest, least deserving person ever, but can you please do me a favor and save my entire academic career ??”

your reflection wobbled in the slim window beside the door, your hair’s slightly disarray, and your tote bag’s slipping off one shoulder. the image made something bitter crawl up the back of your throat.

you didn’t even look like the kind of student chan would want to help. no pressed chinos or perfectly highlighted notes. you didn’t smell like coffee and effort; you smelled like nerves and desperation.

but fuck it. this was life or death.

your knuckles rapped against the wood once, then twice, before your hand fell limply at your side. god, your heart was racing.

“come in.” his voice rang out from the other side, clipped and smooth, familiar to the point where your knees almost gave out. there wasn’t a single part of you that felt ready for this.

steeling yourself with one last breath, you pushed open the door and stepped inside.

chan was at his desk, pen in hand, leaning over a stack of papers with that laser sharp focus that made you question if he was actually human. his glasses sat neatly in place, silver-framed and faintly reflecting the soft overhead light above him. it wasn’t until you had shyly cleared your throat that his eyes finally flicked up to meet yours. they were unreadable, scanning over you, down to your bag and back up again, before settling on your face.

“need something?” he asked, leaning back in his chair slightly.

this was it. do or die.

you tried not to let your voice tremble too much as you spoke. “hi, uh- hi, chan. do you have a minute? it’s about my grades.”

there was a pause, half a second that felt more like half an hour, before the smallest flicker of amusement crossed his lips.

“i figured.”

just two words, said so lightly they could’ve meant nothing, but they were enough to make your stomach curdle. you wrung your hands together in front of you, shifting slightly under the sheer weight of his gaze as he gestured for you to sit.

“go ahead,” he said, resting his chin in his palm now, pen dangling lazily between his fingers. his tone stayed polite, but there was something about the way his eyes followed you as you sank into the chair. “tell me what’s going on.”

fuck. where did you even start?

you swallowed hard, your throat suddenly feeling bone dry as you stared back at him. chan’s gaze was pointed, measured, like he wasn’t just listening— he was assessing. waiting, with those sharp brown eyes unblinking, his full attention zeroing in on you in a way that was making it near impossible to concentrate.

this was already a disaster…

“well, um,” you began, your fingers nervously twisting the strap of your bag as you attempted (and failed) to keep your voice level. there was something annoyingly self-assured about the way he sat there, looking completely relaxed while your nerves threatened to devour you alive.

“i’ve been struggling with the coursework,” you said, your tone more apologetic than you wanted it to be. “like, a lot. stats isn’t really coming easy to me, and i guess i.. fell behind.”

he hummed softly, as if that didn’t surprise him one bit.

the sound made your stomach twist uncomfortably.

“i know it’s my fault,” you blurted out, tightening your grip on your bag’s strap like it’ll stop the word vomit. “i’ve been really busy, too busy, honestly, and i know i didn’t prioritize things the way i should have, but i swear, i’m not usually this bad—”

“how bad?” chan interrupted coolly.

you blinked, your voice freezing in your throat.

he quirked an eyebrow and tilted his head slightly, a gesture so calm, so subtle, and yet it sent a wave of dread rolling through your chest anyway.

“your grades,” he clarified, tone light and casual, the pen absently swaying between his fingers as if he wasn’t deliberately making you squirm. “how bad are we talking here?”

“uh…” you hesitated, swallowing again as the words caught on the lump in your throat. there really wasn’t a more humiliating way to admit this, so you just… ripped the bandaid off.

“failing,” you confessed. “like, actually failing.”

if chan was surprised, he didn’t show it. he didn’t do anything, really— except lean back further in his chair and once again let that infuriating, unreadable expression sit on his face.

“right,” he said slowly, dragging the word out as his eyes flitted down to his desk.

right.

the way he said it— low, simple, dismissive— was somehow worse than if he’d said nothing at all.

your cheeks flushed with heat as you continued feebly, trying to fill the silence stretching between you. “but, um, i can fix it! i’m not- i’m not hopeless or anything, and if there’s any sort of grade curve, i can—”

“you’re not getting a curve,” he said bluntly, cutting you off.

your heart sank somewhere into the pit of your stomach.

the words hit you like a brick to the face— not cruelly, and not even softly, just… so matter-of-fact, almost like he hadn’t even registered your desperation.

“oh,” you said lamely, voice wavering.

for a moment, it felt like the shame might actually swallow you whole.

you couldn’t bear to look at him now, but you felt his eyes narrow on you anyway— burning a hole through you as every ounce of resolve you’d built for this conversation unraveled bit by bit. this is what you’d been afraid of, wasn’t it? being dismissed. getting rejected so fast he wouldn’t even finish hearing you out.

“but,” chan said after the pause had lingered just a second too long, “if you’re serious about getting your grades up, maybe there’s something we can do.”

your head shot up so fast you felt lightheaded.

“r-really?” you stammered, your eyes wide and hopeful.

for the first time, his lips turned upward into a sly smirk— a barely-there expression that might’ve seemed harmless if his eyes didn’t gleam the way they did alongside it.

“sure,” he said simply, leaning forward now to rest his elbows on the desk between you. “come to my next office hours, and we’ll see how serious you actually are.”

office hours. simple enough, you thought.

except… the way he said it didn’t exactly feelsimple.

there was this weight behind the words, an implication you didn’t quite have the nerve (or the clarity) to fully dissect.

“okay,” you said quickly, trying to hide how much of a mess you already were.

chan reached for his notepad then, flipping it open before scribbling something down. you didn’t think you were looking particularly hard at his hands or his forearms, but the way the sleeve of his button-up pulled tight around his arm certainly made it hard not to notice.

“you’ll need help catching up. this isn’t something you can fix overnight,” he began, his voice returning to that smooth, professional tone that simultaneously put you on edge and made your chest feel unreasonably tight. “stats takes focus, effort, attention. it’s not something you can bullshit your way through.”

“i know,” you murmured, feeling small under the lecture but nodding eagerly anyway. “i will. i’m- i’ll focus, i promise.”

he didn’t answer, but the faintest hint of amusement returned to his face when he tore out the slip of paper and handed it across the desk.

a phone number.

his phone number.

“what’s this for?” you asked curiously, blinking up at him.

“so i can send you the address.”

your heart stuttered. “uh… address for what?”

he leaned back in his chair again. “you’ll come to my place next week,” chan said, still calm, but there was a heaviness in his tone you couldn’t miss. “that way, you can get the help you actually need, without all the distractions.”

there was something unreasonably intimate about the idea— you couldn’t even imagine slipping into his orbit here without losing your composure, and now he wanted you to see him in his space?

another knot twisted violently in your stomach.

he must’ve noticed the hesitation creeping into your face because the smirk tilted downward briefly, replaced with something oddly serious instead.

“you do want to get a passing grade, don’t you?”

his question made your lips part uselessly. “y-yeah. of course!”

“then i’ll see you there,” he said plainly, with an air of finality that left you no room to argue even if you’d wanted to.

you clutched the small slip of paper tightly between your fingers as the weight of his expectations, and his presence, stuck to your skin like damp heat.

and when you left that night, your own nerves clinging to you like static, one thing was painfully clear.

you had no idea what you were getting yourself into.

+

waking up five hours ahead of schedule should’ve been the first sign that today was going to feel completely off.

in fact, the entire day felt like one long, slow burn nightmare that had started from the moment your eyes shot open at 4 am and never quite recovered. with each passing minute, the reality of what you were about to do crept closer, sitting heavier and heavier in your chest.

you were going to chan’s… apartment. alone. to study. nothing else, obviously. just a completely normal… consensual… totally academic tutoring session with quite possibly the hottest man you’d ever laid eyes on.

so what if his arms were covered in tattoos you wanted to lick the outlines of? or if the memory of his sharp smirk from office hours was burned so deeply into your brain that even your shower thoughts felt unholy?

it wasn’t like anything was going to happen.

still, you couldn’t stop the way your whole body buzzed with nerves as you left your apartment that afternoon.

you’d spent way too much time debating what to wear— going through a tornado of outfits in your tiny room until your bed was buried in every top and pair of jeans you owned. you finally settled on something that you hoped gave, oh, this? i just threw it on! what, no, of course i don’t care that deeply about your opinion of me, even if the truth was written all over your mistake-proof eyeliner and the lingering scent of vanilla perfume on your wrists.

as a last minute, desperate attempt to soften him up, you stopped by a bakery near campus to grab some cheesecake slices. they were way too expensive for your crumbling student budget, but you figured they might do a little to save your poor, failing ass if your consistent eye twitch didn’t already scream pathetic gratitude. it was as much a bribe as it was a peace offering. you were about to invade his personal space, after all.

when you got to his building, you were a goddamn wreck.

your hands were clammy against the handle of the bakery box, your stomach twisting into violent knots as you rode the elevator to his floor. when the doors slid open, the reality of the situation hit you all over again; chan had only agreed to this because you were failing.

it wasn’t because he liked you, or thought you were special, or that he wanted to spend any alone time with you, despite every wildly horny fantasy your brain had conjured over the weekend. no, you were here because you were barely passing, and whatever mercy he was giving you came with conditions.

he’s seen it all, you reminded yourself. heard it all. probably helped a million people like you. don’t think you’re anything special, idiot.

your hands shook slightly as you reached his door, and after a brief moment of hesitation, you knocked.

the sound echoed back sharply, filling the silence of the hallway like a bomb ticking down the seconds. you almost bolted on the spot before you heard the faint shuffle on the other side, quick footsteps, the sound of the lock turning— and then, there he was.

chan leaned against the edge of the doorframe, his hand rested casually on the knob as his eyes danced over you in an entirely neutral expression. no glasses today, you noted immediately, your stomach sinking at how irritatingly attractive that somehow made him.

“you’re on time,” he remarked, his voice warm, but lightly amused.

your brain tripped over itself like it was your first time understanding words. “oh- yeah. of course! i didn’t want to, uh, keep you waiting.”

...an embarrassing response. great start.

chan’s mouth quirked, faint but noticeable as he stepped to the side to let you in.

“come in. shoes off right there,” he instructed, gesturing toward the neatly lined space by the door.

you followed silently, fully aware of every movement you made as you tugged your sneakers off and balanced them into place. if your nerves hadn’t already clocked out from overuse, your next observation would’ve totally knocked you out:

his place was spotless.

you weren’t entirely sure what you’d been expecting, but “clean freak” definitely wasn’t on the list. chan’s apartment was airy, quiet, and— dare you say— insultingly immaculate.

there wasn’t a single stray sock, not a speck of dust, no sink of dishes, or tangled wires ruining your line of sight to his bookshelves and minimalist decor. every inch of the space reeked of effortless organization, right down to the softly folded blanket on the couch and the perfectly centered pack of coasters on the coffee table.

it made your mess of an apartment seem downright feral by comparison.

“cute shoes,” he said airily from the kitchen, snapping your attention back to him as he leaned briefly into the fridge.

you blinked. “what?”

he nodded toward where you’d set your sneakers by the door. “your shoes, makes me think of those cheesy cartoon outfits. the ones with stars or glitter or something. kinda fun.”

you weren’t sure if that was meant to be an insult or a compliment, so you went with the safest option. “uh, thanks?”

chan’s faint smirk returned, but just as quickly as it flickered across his face, he tilted his head toward the counter expectantly.

“what’s that?” he asked.

“oh!” you moved quickly to the kitchen, thrusting the bakery box slightly forward in your hands. “i brought these for you! uh, it’s just some pastries- cheesecake slices, actually. i thought they might…” you trailed off, your words jumbling under the weight of his sharp gaze. “you know. be, um, nice. like, as a thank you or something. for helping me.”

you swore his smirk softened into something closer to a genuine grin, but you couldn’t be sure when it disappeared so quickly after.

"you didn’t have to do that,” he said, sliding the box easily from your hands.

“i know, but…” you shrugged weakly. “i just wanted to.”

he didn’t respond, his fingers deftly undoing the box lid before plucking one of the cheesecakes out. the sight felt unreasonably intimate, his hand brushing faint crumbs from the edge of the slice, the subtle twitch of his jaw as he took a bite and let the flavor settle.

“these are good,” he muttered, nodding slightly to himself. “thanks.”

you couldn’t tell if it was your heart that skipped or the entirety of your respiratory system.

+

things started out normal enough— or, at least, as normal as they could be considering who you were talking to and where you were.

after clearing space at his kitchen table, chan brought over your textbook and a loose stack of papers, pen already twirling idly between his fingers as his other hand tugged his chair close enough to yours that your collective elbows almost touched.

you were pretty sure your breathing hadn’t returned to normal for the past twenty minutes. you were hyper-aware of everything. the smooth tone of his voice when he walked you through a concept, the subtle tilt of his head when he waited for your response, the faint drag of his cologne hanging in the air when he leaned just marginally closer to explain something written on the page.

and worse, you were hyper-aware of yourself— your knees glued together without even trying, the way you were actively avoiding looking at his jaw when he spoke lest your brain run headfirst into the gutter.

“you’re staring,” his voice broke through your thought spiral.

shit.

“what?” you said a little too quickly.

“the page,” he clarified, and the corner of his mouth tugged upward knowingly as he glanced between your face and the textbook. “you’ve been staring at it without writing for at least five minutes. you good, or am i wasting my time here?”

heat crawled its way onto your cheeks as you scrambled to collect yourself. “no- no! you’re not wasting your time! sorry, i just—”

“got distracted?”

you hesitated, wetting your lips.

chan’s eyes dragged toward your neck for half a second before refocusing on your face.

“uh… yeah,” you murmured, staring pointedly at the page.

for a few tense beats, you felt like he might call you out for it.

but instead, he just leaned back slightly, pen tapping once against the edge of the table.

“then get back on track,” he said firmly, his gaze somehow impassive and heavy all at once.

sure, you thought bitterly to yourself. easier said than done... when the guy helping you has literal pornstar hands.

chan’s voice cuts through your thoughts once again, a faint edge to it this time that told you he wasn’t exactly sold on the idea that you weren’t wasting his time here. “you sure you’re ready for this?” he asked, tapping your mostly blank notebook with the end of his pen.

you blinked out of your haze and nodded way too quickly. “yeah. totally ready. so ready.”

you absolutely, 100%, did not feel ready. not when you were currently dangling a very loose grip on your academic salvation— and yout raging hormones— and failing at both. yet somehow chan managed to keep his composure as if this wasn’t a complete minefield of professional boundaries.

meanwhile, you were over here sweating bullets.

“alright,” he said, leaning forward again, his broad shoulders casually brushing against yours. if he noticed the way you stiffened, he didn’t say anything. “let’s start simple… p-value hypothesis testing. what’s the first step?”

you stared at the page. your brain immediately short circuited.

what’s a p-value, again? what was anything?

chan waited a single beat, then sighed softly, setting his pen down. “you… don’t know the first step, do you?”

oh god. here it came. the humiliation. the “i knew it” look. maybe even a quiet dismissal to wrap things up early before sending you sliding further into a deeper pit of failure.

you started to stammer out some sort of excuse (“oh, i studied this, i promise- okay, maybe not entirely, but i—”), but chan tilted his head and spoke before you could spiral completely.

“it’s fine if you don’t,” he said casually, folding his arms on the table. “that’s why you’re here, right? because you don’t know it yet. the whole point is to fix that.”

you froze.

his tone was impossibly calm, but something beneath it made your breath hitch. if you didn’t know any better, you’d almost call the sharpness soothing.

“right,” you muttered, shrinking a little further. “my bad. let’s…start again.”

chan gave a faint dimpled look as he leaned over the page and grabbed your pen. the pen you were holding. his hand accidentally brushed yours in the process, skin startlingly warm where it touched you. you nearly yelped.

“relax,” he said, not unkindly. “no one’s grading you here, except me.”

unfortunately for you, that felt so much worse..

+

after nearly an hour with his voice calmly talking you through samples, datasets, and linear regression analysis (all concepts that still felt vaguely indistinguishable from alien geometry), you’d somehow managed to make marginal progress— and chan had seemingly noticed.

“see? not bad,” he remarked as he glanced over your most recent set of notes, his eyebrows raising slightly. your handwriting was a little cleaner now, still a chaotic scrawl, but at least things looked almost organized. “you’ve got a handle on it.”

your chest filled with unexpected relief at his words. “you mean i’m not… a complete disaster?”

chan shrugged, brushing his hands over the table before shooting you a teasing grin. “i wouldn’t say that. you’re still a mess.”

you gawked at him. “seriously?”

“but,” he added, “you’re trying. i’ll give you that.”

you weren’t sure whether to hide your face or laugh until you cried, so you settled for rolling your eyes instead. his grin only deepened.

god, why did he have to look so good when he was being insufferable?

you glanced toward the books spread across the table, half a dozen equations and diagrams still staring back at you, and exhaled, hoping the knot in your chest would loosen. it didn’t. of course it didn’t.

the truth was, your nerves hadn’t settled once since you walked through his door. it wasn’t just the teasing remarks or the way he seemed to dig effortlessly under your skin with every perfectly timed knowing glance. it was the way he felt.

chan had this aura about him.

commanding, without shouting. stern, but not cruel. you couldn’t help but want to throw yourself at his feet and say, yes, i’ll sit here and listen for hours if it makes you keep talking. please don’t stop talking.

and okay, that was probably not the best train of thought to have while sitting in front of the TA who controlled your grades. but still.

you were trying.

when the session finally came to an end, you shuffled awkwardly as chan walked you back toward the door, your tote bag once again slung over your shoulder.

“thanks for… all of that,” you started, uncomfortably aware of how clammy your hands felt as they smoothed over the strap. “i know it’s not easy to deal with a failing, uh, wreck of a human being, but—”

“you’re not a wreck,” chan interrupted, his hand pausing briefly on the doorknob as he turned to face you. something in his tone was softer, not as sharp as usual, but still steady enough to stop the flow of your words dead in their tracks.

“…i mean,” you mumbled dumbly, unable to recover from the unexpected crack in his voice.

“i’ve had students who don’t try at all,” he continued, resting his shoulder casually against the door. “they show up late, make excuses, push everything onto someone else. but you’re here. you’re trying. that counts for more than you think.”

your brain did at least three flips and a cartwheel.

“oh,” you said after a beat, staring blankly. “thanks?”

chan’s smile this time was faint, but genuine— and it fucking killed you.

“tuesday next week,” he said casually, pulling the door open before looking you over again. “same time.”

you nodded quickly, trying to ignore how the way he was standing, leaning coolly into the doorway, made his dress shirt stretch just enough to outline the definition beneath his forearms— and goddamn it, your brain needed to stop looking for reasons to self-destruct in real time.

“got it,” you replied finally, your voice cracking slightly. “tuesday. next week. your place.”

for one horrible, beat-worthy moment, chan raised his eyebrows at how awkwardly you repeated the words. his lips tilted faintly, that same painstakingly neutral expression etched onto his face again before he glanced to the side.

“good,” he said, brushing his fingers casually through his blond hair. “don’t be late this time.”

you nodded far too quickly as you stepped into the hallway, your breath caught somewhere deep in your chest and refusing to let go until he gave you a final, two-fingered wave and shut the door behind you.

and as you made your way down the hall, heart still pounding, all you could think was:

there’s no way you’ll survive another week alone with him, is there?

+

if anyone had told you that this was how your semester would go— teetering dangerously between educational burnout and a full blown crisis of unhinged attraction— you wouldn’t have believed them.

then again, you also wouldn’t have believed that chan, your hot-as-hell statistics TA (who was only supposed to exist in the corner of your eye as some mildly inappropriate distraction during lecture), would be giving you one-on-one “study help” in his fucking apartment of all places.

honestly, the past week was starting to make your head spin. it wasn’t just the fact that you’d had two entire hours of uninterrupted, semi-casual conversation with him at his place. it was… everything else.

like how every once in a while now, when you passed him on campus, chan would send you this faint, almost smirk-like smile. just enough to acknowledge you in passing— a reminder that he noticed you, remembered you.

and everytime it happened, your stomach would twist.

the good twist. the kind that left an annoying ache inside you and made your face hot for the entirety of your next class.

chan, for his part, was impossible to read. professionally calm, unfailing in his confidence and aloofness, like every interaction he’d ever had with anyone was just another detail to tuck neatly into his increasingly unbothered day.

sometimes, it caught you off guard how unfazed he was, how precise every movement and word that fell from his lips seemed to be. but then there were little cracks. moments when he’d lean just a little too close, brush his hand against yours, or hold your gaze for just a second too long before looking away.

sometimes you wondered if he even noticed he was doing it, but then, there was a darker part of you, the louder part, that wondered if he was doing it on purpose.

if maybe, just maybe, those brief pauses in his movements carried a bit more weight. if maybe they whispered hints of curiosity, intrigue… or something else entirely.

by the time tuesday rolled around, you’d convinced yourself that your life was one endless spiral of humiliation and implosion.

because the mortifying truth was that, consciously or not, your behavior had become downright pathetic lately.

you’d spent hours agonizing over what to wear to your next session with him. subtle. casual. blank canvas vibes. but… you were also a living, breathing person with a functioning set of eyes and weekly terrible thoughts about chan in compromising positions, so— subtlety didn’t last very long.

instead, only twenty minutes before you were set to leave, you’d swapped out your first two outfits for something else entirely; something tight enough to be dangerous, just low-cut enough to hint without outright show.

effortless, you told yourself in the mirror, even though the amount of effort it took for you to tear your eyes away from your own cleavage was anything but subtle. he won’t even notice!

(spoiler: he noticed.)

and, of course, chan— being chan— acted completely immune.

when he opened the door for you this time, his expression barely shifted, except for a quick glance down at you, his gaze lingering for half a second before he looked away entirely.

“hey,” was all he said. and just like that, you were sweating out of places you didn’t even know could sweat.

you followed him inside like you were walking toward your fucking demise.

the studying itself started as normal, or as normal as it could get when your brain was currently tied up in your own delusions.

chan had cleared the table again, leaning back in his chair with the kind of effortless authority you couldn’t stop staring at even if you wanted to.

“you’re on your own for the first one,” he said simply, sliding a freshly written-out problem set across the table toward you. “show me how you’d do it. no help this time.”

on your own. fucking great.

you nodded quickly, eager, but mostly terrified to disappoint him— and immediately grabbed your pen.

his eyes scraped over your page as you worked, his chin resting against his palm in casual appraisal, until finally glancing over somewhere else. probably the wall or the clock or literally anything but you.

but you… couldn’t stop stealing glances at him.

and it was bad.

unhinged, honestly.

your brain was preoccupied with all the places it shouldn’t have been; his shirt pushed up slightly against his forearms again, revealing more of the ink you’d spent days mentally mapping out from last week’s memories. his brows furrowed faintly with concentration. the way his tongue brushed lightly over his lower lip when he leaned forward slightly to grab—

focus, you remind yourself harshly. seriously, shut the hell up. you’re failing.

...except focusing on him was exactly the problem.

by the time you finished the initial review process, you’d written so many questionable numbers that it almost felt embarrassing to show him the work.

“done already?” he asked, his voice pulling your head up.

“uh,” you said dumbly, sliding the notebook toward him far too quickly. “yeah! kind of.”

chan gave you a blank look, but it softened faintly as he flipped through each line of your work, his mouth twitching slightly with what you couldn’t decide was approval or disappointment.

"well, this part’s definitely wrong,” he said lightly, tapping the edge of your paper. “but at least you got one variable right this time. better than last week.”

a laugh bubbled up your throat before you processed it.

chan flicked his gaze back toward you briefly at the sound, his head tilting faintly.

somehow, the tension in your stomach tightened further.

+

it had only been an hour when things started to spiral.

chan leaned forward to clarify yet another equation you’d totally botched halfway through explaining. the subtle movement made your nerves hit their absolute limit, and suddenly, you couldn’t process a single thing he was saying anymore.

you nodded silently, robotically, as he pointed something out, but the tension had grown so unbearably tight that it felt like your body might snap in half if you didn’t get away for at least two seconds.

“uh, do you mind if i use your bathroom?” you blurted out suddenly, your chair scraping against the floor.

chan lifted an eyebrow but offered no resistance. “sure,” he said easily. “second door on the right.”

you slammed the door shut a little quicker than necessary, chest heaving out a conflicted breath as you caught your reflection in the mirror above his sink.

what were you doing?

you hunched forward slightly, your arms gripping the edges of the counter as your eyes scanned your flushed cheeks and slightly blown-out pupils.

this was insane.

you were really about to self-destruct in front of your TA.

taking shallow, forceful breaths, you tried again to reel in what little sense of self you had left.

it wasn’t just that chan was too good-looking for anyone’s health. it was his sharpness, his confidence— his way of seamlessly controlling the room with the smallest tilt of his chin and the faint, lingering bite of his words.

you weren’t just down bad. you were down atrocious.

your gaze drifted toward the sink while you mentally berated yourself over all the reasons this was so beyond inappropriate.

but instead, your eyes caught something else. an unfamiliar flash of color resting near the corner of the counter: a small, unopened box near the toiletries tray.

...a fucking box of condoms.

you blinked at it blankly for half a second before you stiffened in place with realization.

brand new. pristine. unopened. untouched.

what the hell???

a million questions ricocheted through your head all at once, loud and unbearably intrusive.

did he have a girlfriend? did someone bring these over for him? was he just… that prepared?

your face burned fiercely, the ridiculous line of thought spiraling deep enough to make you lightheaded.

if he was seeing someone, then why was the box unopened? and why, why, were you even dissecting this to begin with, as if it mattered in the first place?

you never had a chance anyway, your brain helpfully supplied. you knew it the second you walked into his office for help.

you didn’t know how long you spent in the bathroom, fuming quietly at the mirror and trying to sweat out the flood of shame that was now taking up every corner of your mind.

chan didn’t say anything when you came back.

but the way his gaze trailed over your face briefly— sharp, appraising, uncomfortably still— made you wonder if he could sense it.

worse, the hum of his voice when he asked if you were ready to start again almost sounded amused.

but no, there was no way.

you nodded numbly, sitting back down as the spiral of your thoughts continued to eat at you little by little.

but then.

chan leaned forward again.

this time— too close.

close enough that his hands briefly brushed over yours as you reached to grab your pen, the low murmur of breath at your ear turned something in your chest completely upside down.

“focus,” he said softly, lips barely tilting upward as his fingers tipped briefly over your notebook.

you stared— stunned, entirely flickered into stasis for just a split half second of hesitation.

the air in chan’s apartment felt so much thicker now, way too humid, like something you could taste if you stayed still long enough.

to your credit, you were trying to focus. really, you were.

but focus didn’t come easy when your TA— your stupidly hot, smart, sharp-tongued TA— was sitting across from you with that faint smirk curling on his lips, watching you too closely like he’d figured you out already.

maybe he had.

“so,” chan murmured, snapping you out of your reverie as he slumped ever so slightly further into his chair. you tried your hardest not to track the way his toned thighs stretched against the fabric of his joggers. “you’ve got two choices.”

“two?” you asked breathlessly, blinking way too fast to feel normal.

he tilted his chin slightly, fingers tapping idly against the table.

“either you tell me why you’ve been sitting there not even pretending to pay attention for the last twenty minutes,” he started smoothly, “or we call it a day, and i can stop wasting my time.”

you bit the inside of your cheek to keep from squirming.

that was new.

this wasn’t the calm, teasing chan from the first session. he didn’t even sound annoyed exactly, but there was an edge to his tone now, sharp and slow and cutting enough that you felt trapped.

“i’m- i was paying attention,” you blurted, a little too defensive to sound convincing.

his narrowed gaze told you exactly what he thought about that.

“you sure about that?” he asked, leaning forward now.

“yeah,” you mumbled, voice faltering slightly as he came impossibly close.

his lips curved sharply.

“prove it.”

the blush reached your ears faster than your brain could process what was happening. “prove it?” you repeated dumbly, as though the words had somehow dropped straight in from another dimension.

“mm,” chan hummed lightly, elbows digging into the edge of the table. the sheer confidence radiating from him was unnerving, not over the top, not cocky, but entirely in control.

he tipped his head toward your notebook, his forearms briefly flexing as he gestured for you to pick up the damned pen.

“last equation,” he murmured, and you swore the way his voice dropped made your heart skip a beat. “show me you’ve been paying attention this time.”

unfortunately, there were several factors actively working against you right now.

the first? chan, with his sharp voice and sharper smirk, was close enough to radiate heat, close enough that your knees brushed lightly under the table. the second? there was no fucking way you’d been paying enough attention to actually solve the equation in front of you.

your chest grew tighter by the second as you scrambled uselessly to make sense of it.

for a brief moment, he said nothing— just watched you with this lazy, barely interested gaze, his lips pressed into an almost-smile that you couldn’t read.

“c’mon,” he drawled finally. “you’ve got this, don’t you?”

the edge of his words made your stomach twist with heat.

surely, he didn’t mean… more than what he was saying, right?

you scribbled down the page as best as you could, desperate and embarrassed as you tried to scrawl out whatever guess felt the least wrong.

but before you could even feign confidence over the partial answer you’d written, a hand abruptly darted into your line of vision.

his hand.

chan’s fingers curled over the edge of your workbook as he slid it back toward himself, “wrong.”

your heart plummeted straight into your stomach.

of course it was fucking wrong.

you braced yourself for the usual disappointment or sharp remark. but instead of belittling your work, chan leaned forward again, folding his arms onto the table between you and leaving no room for you to escape his focus.

then, voice low and deliberate, he caught your gaze fully.

“you don’t even try to hide it anymore, do you?”

you froze. your face immediately burned. “what?”

“you’re not here to study,” he said plainly.

your jaw opened and closed uselessly, and you swore your heart was trying to make an escape straight through your ribs.

“you wear this,” chan murmured, his eyes flicking briefly, heatedly, down to the neckline of your fitted top before locking back on yours, “and you expect me not to notice?”

his words sent a wildfire tearing through your entire body.

you struggled to make sense of it all, to explain yourself, to breathe.

he noticed.

this smoking-hot TA, whom you’d been quietly (okay, maybe not so quietly) pining after, noticed. but he didn’t stop there.

chan leaned in further, the confidence practically rolling off of him, and softened his voice even more.

“you’ve got guts, throwing yourself at your TA like this.”

your entire head was a whirlwind of heat and adrenaline.

chan leaned back in his chair for a moment, still studying you like you were an equation he’d already solved in his head.

the glint in his eye left you pinned in place— and you weren’t sure if it was fear or thrill racing through you when he tilted his head.

“get up.”

you blinked hard. “...what?”

“get up,” chan repeated, his tone leaving no room for debate this time.

your legs moved before your brain could catch up, your heart racing wildly as you stood in front of him like it’d been his implicit command all along.

“do you want to keep wasting my time?” he asked, his head tilting slightly, his eyes burning into you like they were stripping you bare.

“n-no,” you stammered.

“then prove it,” he said with maddening calm. his voice was low but full with that commanding edge that kept sending waves of heat to your core.

you opened your mouth uncertainly, but before you could respond, his gaze dropped, gesturing down toward his lap.

and fuck, if that didn’t make your entire foundation shift.

the stretch of his thighs, the bulge visible against the gray of his joggers, the way his legs flexed as he spread them slightly farther apart.

your mouth went dry.

he noticed.

your face burned brighter than ever, your brain scrambling for some rational excuse to back away, but when chan raised an eyebrow at you again, the composure you were grasping at crumbled entirely.

“get on your knees,” he ordered softly.

you were moving before you could think— sinking to the floor, legs folding beneath you as your breaths came out shaky and uneven.

chan wasted no time once you dropped.

“so eager,” he muttered, leaning forward slightly to slip off his sweats. the faint tug of a smirk played on his lips again. “bet you’ve been thinking about this for weeks, huh?”

you swallowed, lips parting slightly as your eyes stayed glued to him.

“let’s see if that mouth is as good as i think it is, then.”

chan spread his legs wider, his joggers now halfway down as his thick cock strained hard under the fabric of his boxers, the outline of it clear enough to make your mouth water.

your eyes tracked the movement as his large hand casually palmed himself through the fabric, letting out a soft grunt as the pressure of his hand teased a bit of relief. he wasn’t even looking at you— his gaze was tilted lazily downward, like he was letting you take in the view. like he wanted you to be as desperate as you clearly were.

“you’re really something, you know,” he muttered, low and taunting, the air between you so tense you could barely breathe. “acting all shy, pretending you’ve been here to study. but this—” his hand rolled against himself once more, squeezing as he finally dragged his eyes back to yours. “this is what you’ve been wanting, huh?”

you couldn’t even think about lying. you just nodded, staying seated on your knees. “...yes.”

that brought another smirk to his lips, one that only deepened as he started to slip his boxers down, letting his cock spring free.

fuck. you’d expected him to be big because, well… of course he was. everything about him was big. his confidence, his presence, his personality. but knowing it and seeing it were two entirely different things.

he was thick, the head a flushed pink and leaking with so much pre that it glistened just faintly in the low kitchen light.

“eyes up here, sweetheart.”

your gaze snapped up immediately, and his mouth twitched again as he caught you.

“if you wanna use that mouth,” he murmured, tone rougher now, “you’re gonna have to ask nicely.”

you weren’t even sure how you were still alive at this point, let alone speaking, but the words stumbled out anyway in a breathless jumble of need.

“please,” you begged, barely above a whisper. “please. i wanna—” your breath hitched as his cock twitched when you said it, making your chest blaze with heat. “i wanna suck your cock, chan. please.”

he tilted his head, watching you closely for a few suffocating seconds before leaning back in his seat and resting one arm lazily along the table.

“go ahead,” he said finally. “show me what you’ve got.”

you didn’t need to be told twice. your hands shot up, tentative at first, but steadying as your fingers curled around the base of his length. the warmth of his skin and the weight of his cock in your hand made you fucking lightheaded.

you gave him a few experimental strokes, and the faint grunt he let out— mild as it was— felt like a goddamn reward.

“that’s it,” he muttered, almost absent-minded, like he was observing you while thinking a million other things at the same time. “don’t be shy now.”

you ducked your head down, tongue darting out to swipe the bead of pre-cum glistening at his tip. just that one tiny taste had your body heating up everywhere at once, floating deliriously between desperation and excitement as you opened your mouth further to glide him in.

he groaned softly as your lips stretched around him, his other hand coming up to rest lightly at the back of your head.

“fuck,” he muttered under his breath, his grip tightening just a little as you took more of him into your mouth. “just like that. good girl.”

the praise hit you like a freight train.

the warm weight of him in your mouth, the salty taste of his skin on your tongue— it was already too much, your thighs instinctively pressing together with each muffled moan and wet sound you made.

“deeper,” chan ordered, his tone growing rougher now, sharper, and that alone was enough to set your skin burning like fire.

you let him guide you down further with the hand still resting on the back of your head, his cock sliding over your tongue until it was stretching your throat enough to make your eyes water.

“that’s it,” he groaned again, his voice raspy now. “fuck, you’ve got such a pretty mouth. keep going- don’t stop until you make me cum.”

his words shot straight through your stomach, sending shockwaves of heat pooling between your legs as you bobbed your head, hollowing out your cheeks until he groaned louder.

“you like that, huh?” he said, his grip tightening as a clear bite sharpened his tone. “look at you. so desperate to please me. so desperate to get your TA to cum down your throat.”

you moaned softly at his words, your sounds muffled and messy as you worked your mouth around him, each stroke sinking deeper and deeper.

“shit,” chan hissed, his hips jerking slightly as his cock filled you again and again. “you’re too fucking good at this.”

you barely registered the filthy compliment over the blood rushing through your ears, your focus narrowed to the ragged sounds leaving his mouth as his composure began to slip.

his grip on your head tightened just slightly, enough to keep you in place as his hips rocked forward once, twice— fucking gently into your mouth like he needed to feel you take him even deeper.

“gonna cum,” he grunted, more ragged now as his movements stuttered. “fuck, sweetheart. take it all.”

before you could even think to react, chan groaned low and deep, his head tipping back as heavy spurts of his release shot down your throat. the taste flooded your mouth immediately, thick and milky ropes as you swallowed everything he gave you without hesitation.

his chest heaved as his hips sank back slightly, his grip finally easing from the back of your head.

“holy shit,” he muttered under his breath, a faint laugh pushing out with his exhale as his hand tipped briefly under your chin, guiding your face back up toward him.

you stared up at him, your lips slightly swollen and humiliatingly wet, and the sight alone pulled another satisfied smirk from his mouth.

“such a good little thing,” he murmured, his thumb brushing briefly across your cheekbone.

you swallowed again, your cheeks heating at the praise, but any words you could’ve said were immediately lost when chan shifted in his chair, suddenly leaning forward.

“you didn’t think we were done, did you?”

your stomach flipped entirely.

his hands moved fast, steady as they guided you to your feet before nudging you gently against the corner of the table. it wasn’t until he’d sunk to his knees in front of you that your brain finally caught up.

“chan—” you started, but the sound broke off entirely as his hands sliced up under the hem of your skirt, pushing the fabric up toward your hips.

“quiet,” he murmured, his lips brushing faintly against your thigh when he lowered his head. “let me show you how much better this can feel when you let me do all the work.”

your knees nearly gave out, your breath hitching sharply in your chest as his hands gripped firmly at your thighs.

before you could even brace yourself, chan had slipped your panties down in one smooth movement, leaving you bare and completely at his mercy.

“fuck,” he muttered softly, almost like he was speaking to himself—his thumb brushing faintly against your inner thigh as his head tipped downward, his lips hovering just over your now impossibly wet cunt. “you’re already dripping for me. pathetic little thing.”

you whimpered as his tongue darted out to taste you, his movements slow, deliberate, clearly reveling in every sound leaving your mouth.

he started soft, dragging lazy circles against you that made heat pulse low in your stomach, but it didn’t take long for him to pick up the pace.

his lips wrapped around your clit, sucking sharply before your knees buckled. he growled against you, his arm curling around the back of your leg to keep you locked firmly into place.

“not going anywhere,” he muttered, his voice muffled against your skin. “gonna make you cum just like this. ruin you on my tongue.”

you moaned, your head falling back as one of your hands flew to grip the edge of the table for balance while the other curled uselessly into his hair. his dark eyes flickered up to you, sharp and direct, and fuck if that wasn’t worse.

“look at you,” he murmured, barely pausing to speak as his tongue sank deeper against you. “you’re so desperate you can’t even stand.”

you whimpered harder as he slid a single digit inside of you, pumping slowly at first before curling— learning exactly where to aim before adding a second and setting you completely on fire.

“fuck- chan, i—”

“that’s right,” he groaned against you, his pace only increasing with each ragged sound leaving your mouth. “cum for me. now.”

and when your orgasm hit— sharp and sudden and impossibly strong— you cried out, your legs nearly shaking from the pressure as chan’s hands steadied you through it, chasing your high relentlessly.

your legs were still trembling, completely jelly when chan pulled back from between your thighs, his lips glistening in a way that should have been absolutely illegal.

he looked sinfully smug as he rose to his full height, towering over you now as you practically slumped against the table. your chest heaved, your body still tingling from the orgasm he’d just ripped out of you, and yet… it wasn’t enough.

you wanted more. needed more.

and chan? chan could see it written all over your face.

“look at this mess,” he murmured, his deep voice carrying a mix of pride and mockery. his hand reached out, the pad of his thumb brushing over your swollen bottom lip. “such a needy little thing. you’re not even satisfied after cumming all over my tongue, are you?”

you shook your head slightly, biting your lip and meeting his eyes with that same look he’d teased you for earlier— desperation. hunger.

his gaze dragged down to where your panties now hung uselessly around your ankle.

“you want me to fuck you that badly, huh?”

you nodded, no hesitation this time— your pride was long gone anyway. “please,” you whispered, your voice small and trembling.

that was all it took.

chan’s demeanor changed into something darker, something more dangerous, as he grabbed your hips and spun you around in one swift movement until your ass pressed against the cold edge of the table. before you could even catch your own breath, his lips were on you. hot, firm, and overwhelming as he kissed you like his life depended on it.

you moaned into his mouth, arms subconsciously wrapping around his neck as he pulled you closer, his body slotting perfectly against yours. his hand slipped up under your shirt, fingers grazing the bare skin of your waist before he yanked it off entirely, tossing it somewhere behind him.

“fuck,” he muttered into your mouth. “you’re so fucking perfect.”

his hands found your tits next, slipping underneath your bra and squeezing hard, groaning as his thumbs brushed over your hardened nipples.

“these fucking tits,” he rasped, his voice dropping an octave as his lips moved against your jaw, trailing kisses down your neck. “been dying to get my hands on them. watching you in those tight little tops, tempting me every fucking second.”

you gasped when he suddenly tugged down the cups of your bra and latched his mouth onto one of your nipples, his wet tongue flicking over it before sucking hard.

“fuck, chan,” you moaned, your back arching instinctively into him.

he pulled back just enough to grin up at you, his lips shining with spit. “you like that, baby?” he murmured, his tone dripping with satisfaction. “needy thing like you just lives for attention, huh?”

you nodded again, words completely failing you as he let his hands slide lower.

without warning, chan hoisted you up onto the table, his strong hands gripping your thighs hard enough to leave marks as he pulled you to the edge. the cool surface pressed against your skin, a direct contrast to the liquid heat pooling between your legs. he yanked you to the edge effortlessly, spreading you out for him like you belonged there.

“stay right there,” he ordered, his lips ghosting over yours briefly before he stepped back to slide his boxers down fully, his cock springing free again and making your stomach twist with anticipation.

“you’ve been begging for this since the first day you showed up to my office hours,” he continued, his voice rough and low as he stroked himself slowly, his gaze locked on you like he wanted to eat you alive. “and now you’re gonna take it. every. fucking. inch.”

you whimpered, squirming on the table, because he was right. the need had been eating you alive, every accidental graze of his hand or brush of his shoulder only fueling the fire until you couldn’t see straight. your breath caught as he grabbed your thighs again, spreading you wide for him, his cock brushing against your entrance.

“fucking dripping,” chan growled under his breath, almost to himself as he dragged the tip through your wetness, spreading it messily. “don’t worry, baby. i’ll fill you up so good, there won’t even be room to think about anyone else.”

before you could process those words, he pushed in.

the stretch was immediate, a maddening burn that teetered on the brink of pain and unbearable pleasure. he was big— so thick, so fucking big it felt like he was splitting you open, inch by inch, pushing so deep your mind went blank.

“oh my godd—” you gasped, throwing your head back as your hands scrambled for leverage, gripping his shoulders like your life depended on it. your thighs trembled as he pressed forward relentlessly, not stopping till his hips were flush against yours and every inch of him was crammed inside you, his cock filling you so completely it felt like he was rearranging you from the inside out.

“god,” chan groaned, his cock pulsing as your walls clenched hard around him like a vice. his head dropped forward, and he growled low in his throat, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs, pinning you in place. “you’re so fucking tight. gripping me like you don’t want me to pull out. you’re greedy for it, aren’t you?”

you moaned weakly, unable to form coherent words, too overwhelmed by the way he stretched you, by the way your pussy wouldn’t stop fluttering and sucking him in even deeper. a lewd, wet squelch filled the air as he shifted his hips, pulling out just slightly before easing back in.

“thereee it is,” he growled, his dark eyes watching your face intently as your lips parted with a choked gasp. his thumb brushed over your bottom lip almost gently, “taking me so fucking good, baby. like you were made for me. made to take this cock.”

your nails clawed at his back, leaving angry red trails as he began to move in earnest. he pulled almost all the way out, leaving just the thick head of his cock stretching your entrance, before slamming back in with enough force to send your whole body jolting backward. the table creaked, but chan’s pace never faltered.

“fuck- chan—” you sobbed, each thrust punching the air out of your lungs. your thighs quivered uncontrollably as his cock dragged over every sensitive spot inside you, hitting so deep it felt impossible. shame burned low in your stomach with every wet squelch that escaped from between your legs, echoing obscenely in the room, but he only groaned louder at the sound.

“gonna make you scream, baby,” he rasped, his tone rough and uneven as he pounded harder, faster, his grip on your body so tight it felt like you were fused together. “gonna make sure this pussy remembers me. so tight, fuck. can feel you dripping all over me- you hear that? that’s how fucking bad you want it.”

all ou could do was nod, your brain too fogged with pleasure to string together a response. your body was limp against him, letting him use you how he wanted— and god, it felt so good. you clenched around him on instinct, the raw pressure of him stretching you bringing you closer and closer to the edge with every brutal thrust.

“look at you,” chan muttered filthily, his hand coming up to grip your jaw as he leaned in, his nose brushing against yours. “so fucking wrecked already, and i’m not even done yet. you like this? having my cock splitting you open like this?”

“yesyes- fuck, yes—” you babbled, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes from the pressure, the intensity, the sheer, overwhelming fullness.

“that’s my girl,” he growled, shifting his grip to your throat, his fingers tightening just enough to make you gasp. “you’re mine now. you hear me? no one else gets to fuck you like this. no one else gets to make you cum.”

his words unraveled something deep inside you, sending molten heat racing down your spine to your core. when his thumb slipped down between your bodies, finding your clit and rubbing harsh circles against the swollen bundle of nerves, the coil tightening in your belly snapped with brutal force.

“mmpph- chan- ’m gonna- i’m—”

“do it,” he snarled, his cock slamming into you without mercy as his thumb worked faster. “fucking cum all over me. let me feel this pussy milk my cock.”

the words sent you over the edge, your vision going white as your orgasm ripped through you violently. your entire body tensed as waves of pleasure crashed over you, so powerful it felt unending. you cried out his name shamelessly, your walls clamping down around him so tight he cursed loudly, his thrusts becoming erratic.

“shitshiit- fuck- you’re gonna make me—” chan groaned, and a second later he buried himself deep inside you with one final thrust, his hips grinding against yours as he came hard. he filled you with hot, thick spurts of his cum, so much you swore you felt it flooding you completely, dripping from where you were still stretched around him. his head fell to the crook of your neck as he groaned low and broken, his body trembling with the force of his orgasm.

for a moment, the room was filled only with the sound of harsh breathing and your heart pounding in your ears. chan pressed messy, lingering kisses to the damp skin of your shoulder as his hands wandered down your body, soothing the marks his grip had left behind.

“did so good for me,” he eventually, his lips brushing against your temple as he leaned up just enough to press a kiss to your swollen lips. “so fucking perfect.”

+

chan didn’t let you move for a long time after that.

he insisted on cleaning you up himself, holding you gently as if you’d break if he touched you too hard now. it was a stark contrast to the man who had just fucked you into oblivion minutes earlier, but the shift made your heart ache in the best way.

and as he kissed you softly, whispering how beautiful you were, how proud he was of you for taking him so well, you felt something else settle deep in your chest.

this wasn’t just a onetime thing anymore.

not the way chan kissed you like he didn’t want to stop. not the way he held you like you mattered everything to him.

this man wasn’t going anywhere— and you weren’t, either.

it made you laugh, softly, almost deliriously, as he pulled you into his lap again.

“what’s so funny?” he asked, tilting his head curiously.

“nothing,” you murmured, your lips curving upward. “just… funny how i was losing my mind over finding condoms in your bathroom cabinet when... you didn’t even use them.”

chan blinked at you, then snorted with laughter, pulling you tighter against him.

“don’t need them,” he said simply, burying his face in the crook of your neck as his fingers traced lazy patterns against your bare back. “not with you. never with you.”

you smiled, warmth spreading through your chest as you curled into him, completely at peace.

your grades were safe. your heart was safe. and chan?

chan looked at you like no one else in the world would ever come close.

and really...

what more could you have asked for?

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[latenightskz]

Your boyfriends are checking in on you when you're on your period... (and it goes south lol) Part 1

Lee Know x Seungmin x Jeongin x reader (y/n, afab)

Genre: fluff, slightly suggestive, mostly sfw

What to know: established poly relationship (mmmf), snippet of their day(s), mentions of period cramps/dying (sarcastically)

SS count: 10

Part 2 in progress

Note: this is purely a work of fiction. the characters and the way they act stem from my imagination only. again, this is completely fictional!

[vi0let-writes]

Birthday Wishes

Where: Stray kids boys forget your birthday.

SMAU

Likes, comments, and re-blogs appreciated 🫶

Tw: Angst, hurt/no comfort, pet names, cursing.

Hyung line - Makne line

Stray kids master-list here!

Tag-list open, requests open (Likes, comments, and re-blogs are appreciated <3)

Han

Felix

Seungmin

I.N

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Taglist: @sugarcoathan

Likes, comments, and re-blogs appreciated 🫶

[vi0let-writes]

Birthday Wishes

Where: Stray kids boys forget your birthday.

SMAU

Likes, comments, and re-blogs appreciated 🫶

Tw: Angst, hurt/no comfort, pet names, cursing.

Hyung line - Makne line

Stray kids master-list here!

Tag-list open, requests open (Likes, comments, and re-blogs are appreciated <3)

Bang Chan

Lee Know

Changbin

Hyunjin

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Taglist: @sugarcoathan

Likes, comments, and re-blogs appreciated 🫶

[giventakenmeg]

Hii can you please make a smut Han Jisung? Fake texts, please, (you don't have to) oh and btw I love your stories!

han jisung >⩊<.ᐟ

boyfriend!han x girlfriend!reader

synopsis ⋆˚꩜｡ a few of u and ur bfs dirty messages

genre ⋆˚࿔ smut, crack ish, switch han

cw: SUGGESTIVEEE duh, han is a switch lol

thank yew for the request + compliment hehe i appreciate it!!! :>> i hope its up to ur standards!!!

general tags: @tpwkzoey101 @irikara