or: oh great. your roommate bailed on you right before the new month's payment, and you need to find a new roommate asap. lucky for you, chan came (literally) to your rescue. he's charming enough, and more importantly, pays rent on time. you've agreed to split rent by half, but rent won't be the only thing getting split in half, because he's hiding a big secret. and no, not just the one in his pants.
warnings: MDNI!!! contains heavy sexual content, camboy!chris x roommate!reader, porn with some plot, perv!reader, masturbation, piv, mānhandling, spānkïng, hāirpulling, too many kinks , kinda switch!chan but he's mostly a dom daddy dwdw, I'm a cocky chan truther so yk what's coming, a sprinkle of fluff and banter.
wc: 11k
a/n: loosely based off this drabble
"You're fucking kidding me." You stare at the text message. Three sentences that might as well be a bomb dropped in the middle of your living room.
Hey, sorry for the short notice, but I’m moving in with my boyfriend at the end of the week.
I know rent’s due soon, but I kinda already spent my half on the security deposit for our new place.
Good luck finding someone else!
shit
Rent is due in nine days, and your bank account isn’t exactly overflowing.
You’ve never lived alone before. Couldn’t afford it even if you wanted to. And the thought of scrambling to find a new roommate in a week makes your stomach twist.
You're halfway through drafting a frantic "roommate needed ASAP" text to your groupchat when your phone buzzes.
it's one of your few friends who actually bothers to check in.
Heard about your roomie bailing. Absolute bullshit.
Anyway I know a guy. Chill as hell, works freelance, needs a place.
You'd vibe.
You hesitate, thumb hovering over the keyboard. The last thing you want is some rando bringing chaos into your already crumbling life.
But then your landlord's terse "rent due on the 1st, no exceptions" text flashes in your mind.
Fine. Give him my number.
Chan texts you thirty minutes later. His messages are polite. Full sentences, proper punctuation, none of that monosyllabic grunting.
He suggests meeting at the apartment tomorrow afternoon to check the place out, and you agree.
The next day, you're scrubbing the bathroom sink when the doorbell rings. Chan stands in the hallway holding a paper bag that smells like garlic and herbs. "Figured we could talk over lunch," he says, smiling like this isn't weird at all.
Up close, he's so much cuter than you expected, blond hair, unfairly big broad shoulders, dressed in a blank tanktop that showed them off perfectly.
You blink at the take out bag, then at Chan’s easy grin.
There’s no nervous energy radiating off him, no awkward shuffling — just this unsettling calm, like he’s already decided he belongs here. “Uh,” you say, wiping your damp hands on your pants, “you didn’t have to—”
“I know,” he interrupts, already toeing off his sneakers without waiting for an invite. The scent of roasted garlic and rosemary spills into the apartment as he breezes past you toward the kitchen. “But food makes everything less weird, right?”
You trail after him, you don't know whether to be annoyed or charmed.
Chan unpacks the food containers, grilled chicken, some kind of herby rice, roasted vegetables that don’t look like the sad microwave steam bags you usually survive on.
He slides a plate toward you. “Eat first, then interrogation.”
“Interrogation?” You stab a piece of chicken, watching him warily.
Chan shrugs, mouth already full. “Standard roommate shit. ‘Do you snore?’ ‘Are you a serial killer?’ ‘Will you steal my leftovers?’” He swallows, grinning.
“The answer’s no, no, and only if you leave them unlabelled.”
The food is homemade stupidly good, and Chan’s presence is… unsettlingly comfortable.
By the time you’re scraping the last of the rice off your plate, you’ve learned he does something vague with digital marketing (“Basically, I convince people to buy shit they don’t need”), he actually enjoys doing laundry, and he likes to cook.
“So,” Chan says, stacking the empty containers, “you wanna show me around, or should I just start claiming drawers?”
The tour is quick — your apartment isn’t exactly sprawling — but Chan makes appreciative noises at the closet space and tests how sturdy the bed frame is (#whatdatmean).
When you hesitantly mention rent, he waves a hand. “Half’s fine. I’ll pay first and last upfront if you want.”
You stare. “You don’t even know the amount.”
Chan shrugs, leaning against the kitchen counter “Doesn’t matter. I’ve got it.” He pulls out his phone, taps a few times, and, before you can protest, your own phone buzzes with a notification.
It’s a Venmo payment for double what you were about to say rent costs.
Your mouth opens, then closes. “You—what? That’s too much.”
“Nah.” He pockets his phone, grinning at your baffled expression. “Consider it a ‘sorry for being weirdly pushy’. ”
You don’t argue. You can’t argue — not when your bank account is currently breathing its first sigh of relief in months.
A girls got priorities, and he doesn't really seem to mind. it's a win win scenario.
~
The first month was… strange. Not bad, just strange. he was genuinely nice, easy to talk to. it wasn't long till the initial awkwardness — if there was any — wore off. you'd become something sort of friends, and both of you settled into a quiet rhythm.
he'd left cash for rent in a neat stack on the kitchen counter on first of the month, slightly more than his half again.
When you tried to give him the extra back, he just waved you off.
You caught glimpses of his routine. disappearing into his room at odd hours, the low murmur of his voice through the walls late at night.
And then there was the day you came home early.
You weren’t supposed to be back until ten, but your shift ended early, and the bus was miraculously on time for once.
The apartment was quiet when you unlocked the door, just the hum of the fridge and the faint creak of the floorboards under your feet.
You’d barely set your bag down when you heard it — a low noise from Chan’s room.
Your fingers froze on the zipper of your jacket. The sound came again, breathier this time, followed by the slick, rhythmic sound of skin on skin.
you thought it was a girlfriend he never told you about.
The idea punched a weird, hollow ache into your ribs — which was stupid, because it’s not like you had any claim on him.
Still, you stood there frozen in the hallway, his door slightly ajar, listening to the sounds of his pleasure like some kind of creep.
You backed out of the apartment, easing the door shut with just the softest whisper of the latch catching. Your pulse hammered in your throat as you ducked into the stairwell, pressing your back against the cool concrete wall.
The rational part of your brain screamed at you to stop being weird, to just walk back in like a normal person. But the irrational part — the part currently in charge — was too busy replaying the sounds spilling from Chan’s room to listen.
You get out of the building and circle the block twice, three times, counting cracks in the sidewalk. The air smells like rain that hasn’t fallen yet, and you bask in that atmosphere till roughly an hour has passed.
When you finally drag yourself back inside, the apartment is quiet. Chan’s door is shut tight, the shower running, and no girlfriend in sight.
she must've left early.
You freeze halfway to your room when the shower shuts off. your feet are planted still go to your room, go to your room
but you weren't quick enough, and a few seconds later, Chan emerges with only a towel slung low on his hips.
He's startled when he sees you, droplets flicking off his hair as he jerks his head up. “oh hey—” His voice is casual before you cut him off, "shit—sorry!" your face heats up at the sight, your eyes wander, trailing down his toned chest that still had water droplets running down, before snapping your head in the other direction.
was he always this muscular?
and you can't help but notice that there are no hickeys on his neck, no marks on his arms, and surprisingly put together for someone who just had his girlfriend over less than an hour ago.
"no no— you're good." he reassures with a smile, "you're back early."
You swallow hard. “Yeah. Shift got cut."
Chan leans against the doorframe, his damp hair curling at the ends. You try not to stare at the way his towel clings precariously to his hips, but your gaze keeps flicking downward anyway, betraying you.
"Everything okay?" he asks, tilting his head slightly.
"Y-yeah," you stammer, fingers twisting in the hem of your jacket. "Just—uh. Busy day."
Chan hums, nodding. His eyes flick over your face, lingering a second too long on your flushed cheeks before he grins. "Cool. I was just gonna make some food if you’re hungry."
The casual offer throws you off. You were expecting — what? Awkward silence? Averted eyes? Not this easy warmth.
but you just nod dumbly. "Yeah. Food sounds good."
he pushes off the doorframe, padding toward the kitchen. The towel rides up slightly with each step, revealing the sharp cut of his hip bones, and you have to physically bite the inside of your cheek to keep from making a noise.
“You good?” he calls over his shoulder, like he can feel your stare burning into his back.
“Fine,” you squeak, following at a safe distance, eyes fixed firmly on the floor. The kitchen tile is cool under your socked feet, a welcome distraction from the heat crawling up your neck.
Chan hums again, rummaging through the fridge with one hand while the other keeps his towel secured. The muscles in his back flex as he leans forward, and you’re suddenly very interested in the color of your sponge bob socks.
“Leftover pasta okay?” he asks, pulling out a container with a rattle of plastic. You nod mutely, watching as he moves around the kitchen, his bare feet slapping against the tiles.
The stove clicks to life, the hiss of gas filling the silence between you. Chan leans against the counter, arms crossed over his chest, “So,” he starts, “how was work?”
You blink. “Uh. Fine. Boring.” The words tumble out too fast, your pulse jumping when Chan chuckles. His eyes crinkle at the corners, and suddenly you’re hyperaware of every inch of space between you.
he scrapes the leftover pasta into the pan, the sizzle of garlic and butter filling the silence between you. His towel shifts dangerously low with each stir, but he doesn’t seem to notice — or maybe he does.
The corner of his mouth twitches when he catches you staring, and you snap your gaze to the ceiling like it’s suddenly fascinating.
"You know," he says, voice light, "most roommates don’t freak out when they see each other half dressed." The wooden spoon clinks against the pan as he scrapes the edges.
"I wasn’t freaking out."
Chan laughs, "You literally yelped like I pulled a knife on you." He glances over his shoulder, eyes dragging down your body in a way that makes your knees weak. "Unless you’re into that."
The pasta sizzles loudly in the pan, drowning out the choked sound that escapes your throat at Chan’s words. "I—that’s not—"
Chan turns fully now, abandoning the stove, and the towel dips dangerously low. His smirk is infuriating, "Relax," he murmurs, stepping closer, "Just teasing."
You laugh nervously, the sound too high pitched, too obvious. "I'm just gonna—" You jerk your thumb toward your room, already backing away. "Change into something more... home-y."
Chan raises an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth twitching. "Home-y,"
"yea—!" your voice cracks "y'know comfortable....home clothes"
Then you gesture vaguely at his towel, your voice cracking slightly. "Are you— uh, gonna put on actual clothes before we eat? Because I'm pretty sure health code violations apply to apartments too."
Chan glances down at himself, then back up at you, "Why?" He grins, tilting his head. "Distracted?"
"Yes—no," you sputter, crossing your arms tightly over your chest like armor. "I just don’t want your—" You wave a hand wildly in the general direction of his hips. "That—near my dinner."
Chan laughs, a full blown laugh, and you take that chance to bolt for your room, shoulders hunched as if that’ll make you smaller, less noticeable.
The door clicks shut behind you with a click, and you press your forehead against the cool wood, exhaling sharply.
"And turn the heat down!" you call out, voice too high,"Unless you want to burn the house down!"
Another laugh, muffled through the door. "Yes, mom," Chan drawls, the playful lilt in his voice making your cheeks burn hotter.
The stove clicks as he adjusts the flame, the sound followed by the soft thud of his footsteps padding down the hall. You squeeze your eyes shut, listening to the creak of his bedroom door, the rustle of fabric as he presumably — finally — changes.
You peel yourself off the door, fingers fumbling at the jacket of your shirt. The fabric clings to your skin, damp with nervous sweat, and you wrestle it off.
Home-y. Right. who even says that?
Stupid stupid stupid.
Your dresser drawer sticks halfway open, You grab the first shirt your fingers brush against, soft from too many washes, and a pair of sweatpants with the elastic stretched out.
'He has a girlfriend,' you think, shimmying out of your jeans. The denim catches around your ankles, nearly causing you to trip.
'Probably. Maybe. Who the fuck knows.'
You yank the shirt over your head so hard the neckline stretches. The mirror across the room reflects your flushed face, your hair mussed from the fabric dragging through it.
You look and feel ridiculous.
You pull up your pants, then pause, fingers hovering at the waistband. Avoid him. Simple. Logical. You can do that.
but it wasn't that easy. after all there is only so much avoiding one could do to someone they live with.
The apartment isn’t big enough for elaborate evasion tactics, and Chan seems to have a sixth sense for popping up exactly where you don’t want him.
Leaning against the fridge when you’re raiding it at 2 am, or lounging on the couch just as you’re about to claim it for a late night tv binge.
So you just ended up being cooped in your room for most of the day.
But Chan isn’t stupid. eventually after days passed by, he’s leaning against your bedroom doorframe when you crack it open after what you thought was a safe half hour of silence.
“So,” he says, arms crossed, voice dripping with amusement, “you’re avoiding me.”
You freeze, one socked foot hovering mid step like a cartoon character caught mid sneak. “No,” you lie too quickly.
Chan raises an eyebrow. “You literally just ducked into the bathroom because you heard me coming down the hall.”
“I had to pee.”
“For the fourth time today?” His grin lopsided, “Either you’ve got a UTI, or you’re full of shit.”
You grit your teeth, fingers tightening around the doorknob. “Maybe both.”
he sighs out laugh, then steps closer, “Listen,” he murmurs, voice dropping to a serious tone, “if this is about the whole towel thing—”
“It’s not,” you answer quickly, too loud, too fast.
“So it is about the towel thing.”
“I’m not—” You exhale sharply through your nose, squeezing your eyes shut. “Can you just—” You gesture vaguely at the space between you. “Give me, like, a three foot radius?”
Chan tilts his head, considering. His gaze drags down your body, before settling back on your face. “Nah,” he says finally, “I like you flustered.”
You bite your lip, eyes darting around, then settle on his, before darting around again.
The silence stretches, until you finally crack under the weight of it. “you—don’t you have a girlfriend?” you blurt, the words stumbling out in a rushed, stuttering mess.
Chan blinks, his smirk faltering for half a second before dissolving into genuine confusion. “A what?” His laugh sounds startled, almost disbelieving.
You press your lips together, suddenly regretting every life choice that led you to this moment.
Chan's eyebrows climb toward his hairline, "A girlfriend?" He repeats, "What, like, some theoretical girl who sneaks in when you're not looking?"
You gesture vaguely at him — the tousled hair, the unfairly sculpted shoulders, the effortless charm that clings to him like a second skin.
"You just—seem like the type." The words tumble out half mumbled, your gaze darting anywhere but his face.
Chan’s laughter echoes through the hallway, loud enough that you flinch—not just from the sound, but from the way it makes your stomach flip.
"Oh my god," he wheezes, leaning against the doorframe like he needs the support. "You thought I had some secret girlfriend sneaking in here to—what, fuck me while you're at work?"
You cross your arms tightly, "It's not that ridiculous," you mutter, but even you hear how weak it sounds.
"First of all, if I had a girlfriend, you'd know. I'm not subtle." His smirk tilts into something teasing. "Second, I'm very single. And third—" He pauses, tilting his head. "Wait. Is that why you've been avoiding me? You thought I was getting laid in there and didn't invite you?"
Your face burns. "No—that's not—"
His grin softens slightly, but the teasing glint in his eyes doesn’t fade. "So," he murmurs, voice dropping lower, "what is it, then?"
You swallow hard, fingers gripping the edge of your shirt so tightly the fabric threatens to tear. "Nothing," you lie. "Just—roommate stuff. Boundaries."
Chan hums, "Boundaries," he echoes, Then, "You know you can just tell me if I’m doing something that makes you uncomfortable, right?"
You swallow hard, "Yeah," you mutter, gaze trailing to his eyes and holding his stare for the first time throughout this conversation "I know."
Chan pushes off the doorframe with a shrug, "Alright then," he says, clapping his hands together like he's wiping the whole conversation away. "Takeout time. You in?"
it's like all this man does is think about food...and make you weak in the knees.
You blink, "Uh. Yeah. Sure."
Chan pulls out his phone, already scrolling through delivery apps, "Thai? Or that new Italian place that opened down the street?" He glances up, eyebrows raised expectantly. "Unless you're feeling sushi again, but last time you complained about the wasbi being too strong."
The normalcy of it — the way he remembers your stupid, offhand complaints about condiments — makes something in your chest tighten.
You clear your throat. "Thai’s good."
~
The weirdness fades slowly, chan doesn’t mention the girlfriend comment again, and you stop bolting like a startled deer every time he walks into a room.
He starts leaving his door open when he’s working, the rhythmic tap of his keyboard drifting into the hallway. You catch yourself lingering in the doorway sometimes, watching the way his brow furrows when he’s concentrating, the way he bites his tongue when he’s stuck on something.
once, he catches you staring and pats the space beside him on the bed without looking up from his laptop. “Help me brainstorm this dumb tagline,”
You perch awkwardly at first, careful not to touch him, but Chan sprawls like he owns every inch of the mattress, his thigh pressing warm against yours. and before you know it, you’re leaning into him, pointing at the screen. “That one’s terrible,”
~
Movie nights become a thing.
The first movie night starts by accident — or at least, that’s what you tell yourself. You’re curled into the corner of the couch, knees tucked under your chin, scrolling through your phone while Chan sprawls across the other end, his laptop balanced precariously on his thighs.
Then the Wi-Fi cuts out.
Chan groans, tossing his head back against the cushions. “Fucking landlord,” he mutters, jabbing at his keyboard like it’ll magically fix the connection.
You snort, watching him glare at the screen like it’s personally offended him. “Guess we’re gonna have to talk to each other,”
“Horrifying,” he deadpans, then grabs the remote off the coffee table. “a movie it is.”
You end up with some terrible action movie Chan insists is a “classic,” but neither of you pay much attention. Halfway through, you catch him watching you instead of the screen, his head turning back to the movie when you caught him.
You brush it off, focusing on the screen, but your pulse jumps when Chan shifts closer, his thigh pressing against yours.
The credits roll, and he stretches. The couch creaks as he shifts, stretching his arms overhead with a groan that does things to your already frayed nerves.
"Well," he murmurs, voice rough around the edges, "that was a cinematic masterpiece."
You snort, grateful for the distraction. "Yeah, if you consider explosions and zero plot development masterful storytelling."
Chan’s chuckles “Plot is overrated,” he says, “Sometimes you just wanna watch things blow up.”
Chan then exhales heavily and stands. “Alright, I’m hitting the shower,” he says, stretching until his shirt rides up, revealing a sliver of toned stomach. You look away — too late — and Chan’s smirk is audible in his voice. “Try not to miss me too much.”
“In your dreams,” you mutter, but your pulse jumps when he pauses by the hallway, glancing back over his shoulder.
“Yeah,” he says softly, almost to himself. “Exactly.”
You sit there, frozen, until the bathroom door clicks shut and the shower starts running. The sound of water hitting tile fills the apartment, and you press your palms to your overheated cheeks, exhaling sharply.
Stupid. You’re being stupid. That probably didn't mean anything.
But then your phone buzzes on the couch beside you, and Chan’s name lights up the screen.
forgot my towel. mind grabbing it?
You stare at the message, then at the hallway, Trap, your brain supplies helpfully.
type back,
Seriously?
he answers immediately
dead serious. i’m vulnerable here.
You groan, dragging a hand down your face, but you’re already standing. His towel hangs on the back of his bedroom door, You grab it, then walk out to the bathroom.
You knock once, then freeze when Chan calls out, “Just come in.”
Your throat goes dry. “Absolutely not.”
Chan’s laugh echoes off the tiles. “Relax, I’m decent.” A pause. “Mostly.”
you squeeze your eyes shut, then shove the towel through the gap in the door, arm outstretched as far as possible. “Here.”
Chan’s fingers brush yours as he takes the towel. His skin is warm, damp, and you jerk your hand back like you’ve been burned.
“Thanks,” he murmurs, voice closer than you expected. You can *feel* his smile through the door. “You’re a lifesaver.”
You bolt back to the living room, collapsing onto the couch with a groan.
too much for your first movie night.
~
just when things were getting normal, It happens again on a monday.
You’re home early again, the apartment is silent. You toe off your shoes, and you were about to shout a "I'm back" when you heard it again.
Low, breathy moans slipping through the crack in Chan’s door.
Your feet root to the floor, ears straining as the noise curls around you.
His voice, thick with pleasure, murmurs something you can’t quite catch — then a wet, rhythmic sound that sends heat flooding your cheeks.
apparently, this man takes his....alone time very seriously.
that's what it had to be right? you can't blame him — you've been there once or twice.
Your breath sticks in your throat, fingers tightening around the strap of your bag. The sound— god, the sound — wraps around you, thick and heady, Chan's voice breaking on a moan that scrapes down your spine.
You should move. should bolt to your room, slam the door, drown it out with headphones. but your feet refuse to cooperate.
You tiptoe into the hallway, his door is cracked just enough, and your pulse hammers so loud its drowning out any other coherent thought in your brain.
A peak wouldn't hurt...
The door creaks faintly as it opens another inch, just enough for you to see.
Chan sits on the edge of his bed, but not like you thought. Not hidden, not private. No, this is something else entirely.
A ring light casts a glow over his bare skin, the camera propped on his desk angled perfectly to capture every inch of him. His laptop screen is open with a reflection of him and a rapid stream of comments too fast to read.
Oh.
Oh god.
Your stomach drops, then tightens all at once.
Chan’s head is tipped back, his throat working around a groan as his hand moves lazily between his thighs.
You press yourself against the hallway wall, pulse hammering, thoughts running a hundred miles per hour.
you did not expect this.
His breath hitches, a sharp, punched out sound, and your nails dig into your palms.
Chan’s fingers twist at the base of his cock, his thumb smearing precum in slow circles. The camera catches the way his abs flex as he arches into his own touch, his voice ragged when he murmurs, "Wish you were here." before he bites down on his lower lip. "Could use a mouth right now."
You watch, frozen in place, as his thighs tremble, his free hand fisting in the sheets beside him. The comments on his screen blur into a frenzy of emojis and a bunch of pinging donations. His breath stutters, his jaw clenching as his strokes turn erratic, desperate. “Yeah,” he gasps, voice breaking, “yeah, just like that—”
Then he comes with a choked moan, stripes of white painting his stomach as his back arches off the bed.
Gosh, he’s gorgeous — and you barely register the dampness between your own thighs until Chan slumps back against the pillows, chest heaving.
Chan exhales sharply, his fingers still lazily stroking his softening cock as he leans forward, just enough to tap something on his laptop.
he ends the stream with a wink and a low, raspy comment that you didn't quite catch. The screen goes black, and you barely have half a second to process the situation before your body kicks into motion.
You bolt down the hallway, socked feet silent against the hardwood.
Your bedroom door clicks shut behind you just as Chan gets up. You press your back against the door, lungs burning from holding your breath, and listen.
Water runs in the sink. A towel rustles. Then you hear footsteps.
They pause outside your door.
You purse your lips and hold your breath. Then Chan hums, before his footsteps retreat down the hall.
You slump against the door, exhaling shakily.
Holy shit.
Your phone buzzes in your pocket, and you fumble to pull it out.
you home early?
You stare at the text, thumbs hovering over the screen. Lie, your brain screams. Tell him no. but then how would you fake going into the apartment if you're already inside the apartment?
Just got back
You hit send before you can second guess it.
Cool. Dinner soon?
Your fingers hover over the screen, the weight of his question pressing against your ribs like a stone. The air in your room feels — too thick — and suddenly the idea of sitting across from Chan at the kitchen table, pretending you didn’t just watch him get off on camera, makes your stomach twist.
Gonna shower first.
Your phone buzzes again before you can even set it down,
Can I join?
You nearly drop it, blood roaring in your ears. Then—
jk. don’t use up all the hot water.
You toss your phone onto your bed and drag a hand down your face with a sigh.
You're deeply fucked.
~
That night, you stayed up aggressively googling him till his page came up.
Onlychans? really?
you'd laugh at the username if it wasn't for the videos that popped up when you clicked on his profile.
Chan, shirtless, sprawled across what is unmistakably your living room couch, one hand lazily palming himself through his sweatpants.
Chan, biting his lip as he slicks lube down his cock, the camera angled to capture every twitch of his abs.
Chan, moaning, his head thrown back against the pillows of his bed —your apartment, your shared space — while his other hand works something thick and glistening into his—
You slam the laptop shut.
Your face burns. Your pulse thrums in your ears. The apartment is silent — Chan’s out for a run, or so he’d claimed when he’d left an hour ago.
You open the laptop again.
It’s Curiosity. That’s all.
It starts innocently enough — just checking his schedule, really. A quick glance at his calendar pinned to the fridge.
"For productivity purposes," Chan had joked when you asked.
Then, sure enough, it spiraled.
You memorize the time of his streams, monday nights, Friday nights, he'd timed them perfectly in sync with times he knew you wouldn't be home. that's why you've been blissfully unaware of him filming in different locations around your shared apartment for the past two and a half months.
And the occasional late night surprise session that leaves you fumbling for your earbuds at 1 am. You'd literally be home, but he'd go live anyway. was he into that?
you were into it too, admittedly, because you turned out to be just as shameful as him.
The notification pops up at 1:47 am on a Wednesday 'Chan is live!' (yes, you turned his notifs on) and your fingers freeze mid doom scroll through Instagram.
your room is dark except for the glow of your phone screen, you're supposed to be asleep.
You tap the notification.
Chan’s face fills the screen, his grin already in place as he adjusts the camera. He’s shirtless, propped against the headboard of his bed, one arm draped lazily over his bent knee. The ring light casts shadows along his abs, highlighting every dip and curve.
"Late night surprise," he murmurs, "*Miss me?*" aaaand heat is already pooling low in your stomach.
His fingers work on hinseld, slow and teasing at first, thumb smearing precum in lazy circles while he talks— god, he sure does talk, filthy praises and half formed fantasies spilling from his lips like he’s whispering them directly into your ear. You bite your lip to stifle a gasp, your other hand slipping under the waistband of your pajama shorts.
Chan arches his back on screen, his free hand gripping the sheets beside him. "Fuck, you guys are greedy tonight," he rasps, stroking himself slowly. His thumb presses against the head on every upstroke, just how you’ve learned he likes it — learned from watching, from nights spent with your phone hidden under your pillow, screen dimmed to its lowest setting.
"Fuck, m'close," Chan groans, your fingers moving between your thighs in time with his rhythm, matching the pace, hips shifting under the sheets, your breath coming shallow.
It’s not the first time you’ve watched him like this, but it’s the first time you’ve done it live, with the shaky thrill of knowing he has no idea you’re here.
A whimper almost escapes you when he swipes his thumb over the head of his cock, his breath hitching. You press your palm over your mouth, stifling the sound.
The last thing you need is him hearing you through the thin walls.
The thought alone, him catching you, realizing, sends a sharp jolt between your legs. You squeeze your thighs together, chasing the feeling before it slips away.
His hand speeds up, the wet sound of his skin moving over his cock muffled only slightly by the mic's noise suppression. "God, fuck—gonna come so hard for you," he grits out, his voice cracking on the last word.
You press your free hand harder against your mouth, fingers digging into your own cheek as you watch his stomach tense, the muscles there flexing under the sheen of sweat. Your own movements stutter when he lets out a low, punched out moan, his hips jerking up into his fist.
You’re so close you can’t think straight. The coil in your stomach winds tighter with every stroke of his hand, every filthy sound he makes, matching his rhythm like you’re desperate to prove something— like if you can just finish at the same time, it’ll mean something. Stupid. It’s stupid. But your hips jerk anyway, your breath coming in short, shaky bursts against your palm.
"Fuck, fuck—" His hand stills suddenly, fingers tightening around the base of his cock as he tips his head back, you watch as his body locks up for one second — and then he’s coming, stripes of white painting his stomach, his chest.
Your own climax crashes over you at the same time, so violently you nearly choke on the gasp you swallow down, your back arching off the bed as pleasure burns through you in hot, dizzying waves.
He’s still catching his breath, his free hand dragging lazily through the mess on his stomach, fingers tracing the lines of cum with a slow, absentminded swipe.
His lips curl into that stupid, effortless smirk you’ve seen a hundred times,
"Mmm, fuck," he murmurs, voice rough around the edges, still a little breathless. "You all got me good tonight."
He reaches for a towel off screen, the muscles in his arm flexing as he wipes himself clean. You watch, transfixed, as he tosses the towel aside and leans closer to the camera, cheeks are still flushed, his lashes low.
"Hope that was worth the wait," he says, eyes flickering to the chat before he grins. "gosh you guys are generous with the tips tonight." and you catch a few of the comments.
slave4u: how bout you come and give me that tip
sweetheartonline: gone broke just for you </3
Chan just chuckles, shaking his head. "Alright, alright, I’m done. You’re all insatiable." He stretches his arms above his head, his torso arching beautifully, "Next stream’s friday. Be good for me til then, yeah?"
With one last wink, he reaches forward, and the screen goes black.
You yank your earbuds out, Your chest heaves, your skin still buzzing, your thighs still sticky, and you press the heels of your palms against your closed eyelids until colors bloom behind them.
you find it ridiculous that you're actually enjoying this, perverted thoughts. Stupid. So stupid.
~
Two weeks pass after that. You're hyperaware of Chan’s presence in a way that makes your skin itch. Every casual touch sends sparks skittering up your spine.
You try to act normal, you really do.
But you catch yourself staring at his hands when he cooks, remembering the way they moved over himself on screen, and have to physically shake your head to clear the image.
Chan, for his part, seems to thrive on your discomfort. He leaves his bedroom door cracked just a little wider than necessary, and infuriatingly, he's rarely not shirtless.
it's okay. you're okay. at least you tell yourself that.
till it's Friday morning, marking the beginning of your third month.
the apartment is quiet, still bathed in the soft gold of early morning light filtering through the kitchen window. you hum under your breath as you flip pancakes.
then Chan emerges, shirtless, his sweatpants slung low on his hips, hair still messy from sleep.
He leans against the doorway, watching you with that lazy, knowing smirk. “Morning,” he rasps, voice still thick with sleep.
this feels too domestic for your liking.
“Morning,” you mumble, not turning around.
Chan pads closer, bare feet silent against the hardwood, until he’s right behind you. His warmth radiates against your back, “Smells good,” he murmurs, and you swear his lips brush the shell of your ear.
The spatula clatters against the pan. too domestic.
Chan chuckles, as he reaches around you to steal a piece of pancake from the prepared stack. His chest presses against your shoulder, his skin searing where it touches yours. “Careful,” he teases, popping the bite into his mouth. “You’ll burn them.”
The pancake batter sizzles violently as you stand there, frozen, Chan’s body heat scorching against your back.
His fingers brush your hip as he reaches for the syrup, and you nearly drop the spatula again.
"You’re jumpy this morning," Chan muses, leaning against the counter beside you. "Bad dreams?"
sure, if 'bad' and 'wet' are the same thing. "something like that."
Chan hums, tilting his head as he studies you. "Got plans today?"
You flip another pancake onto the growing stack. "Just groceries later." The words come out steadier than you feel.
His grin grows. "Mind if I tag along?"
You shrug, "It’s just errands."
Chan snags another pancake, leaning into your space until his bare shoulder presses against yours. "Exactly. Sounds thrilling." His fingers brush yours as he steals the spatula, flipping the last pancake with a flick of his wrist. "Come on. I’ll even push the cart."
You huff a laugh despite yourself. "You’ll get bored in five minutes."
"Bet?" He bumps your hip with his, "Loser buys ice cream."
~
The grocery store is exactly as mundane as you predicted, but Chan makes it unbearable in ways you didn’t anticipate — his fingers lingering when he passes you items, his chest pressing against your back in crowded aisles like it’s accidental. By the time you hit the freezer section, your nerves are frayed.
"Pick a flavor," Chan murmurs, chin hooked over your shoulder as he reaches past you to open the glass door. His breath ghosts across your cheek. "I’m feeling generous."
The freezer air hits your face, but it does nothing to cool the heat creeping up your neck. Chan’s arm brushes yours as he leans in, his fingers tracing the edge of a tub of mint chocolate chip ice cream. "This one," he decides, plucking it from the shelf. "tastes like toothpaste sometimes, but eh" he said with a shrug.
You snort, grabbing a classic vanilla, but he plucks it from your hands and replaces it with something absurdly decadent, something with caramel swirls and chocolate chunks.
"Live a little," he grins, tossing it into the cart.
The checkout line is agony. Chan stands close enough that his knuckles keep brushing the small of your back, each touch sending sparks up your spine.
the cashier — an exhausted looking college student — scans everything, he pushed your hand aside when you tried to pay, and handed the cashier his card.
he caried all the groceries too, and swatted your hand away when you try to carry any.
it feels like he's your boyfriend.
The apartment door clicks shut behind you both, grocery bags rustling as Chan kicks off his shoes. You’re still fumbling with the laces of your sneakers when he brushes past you with the plastic bags.
You follow, already going to pull things out and putting them in their designated cupboards, Chan’s already rummaging through to find the ice cream, His grin is wide as he holds it up. "Scoops or straight from the tub?"
"freezer" you deadpan, "it's probably melted by now"
his shoulders slump a little, turning around to place the tubs in the freezer.
"and, scoops," you mutter, "We’re not animals."
he snickers, "Debatable."
Chan nudges the freezer door shut with his hip, the ice cream safely stowed away for later. "Movie night?" he suddenly asks, casual as anything, "Haven't done one in a while."
You nod, "Yeah. Okay."
You retreat to your room to change, fingers fumbling with the hem of your shirt before you even reach the door. The fabric sticks to your skin, too warm and you peel it off with a relieved sigh the second you’re alone.
The dresser drawer squeaks as you rummage for shorts and a tank top since its getting too hot, but your hands freeze mid reach when you hear Chan’s door creak open down the hall.
The unmistakable sound of fabric hitting the floor — jeans, probably — makes your throat go dry. You strain to listen, pulse hammering in your ears, as Chan hums under his breath. Something clatters, a belt buckle, and then the soft rustle of fresh clothes being pulled on.
You yank your own shorts up so fast you nearly trip, ears burning. Pathetic.
When you emerge, Chan’s already sprawled across the couch in loose joggers and that stupidly thin white tank top.
"You took forever," Chan drawls from the couch, already eating his way through a popcorn bucket.
"You're picking?" he scoffs, tossing a handful of popcorn into his mouth. "After the garbage you called 'cinema' last time?"
You snatch the remote before he can lunge for it. "You picked Twilight unironically last time."
Chan clutches his chest like you've wounded him. "Bella Swan is a cultural icon."
You scoff, scrolling through the options, ignoring Chan's dramatic sigh as he flops back against the cushions. His knee bumps yours, but you don't pull away.
"Fine," he huffs. "But if it's another pretentious indie film where people whisper for two hours, I'm revoking your movie privileges."
"Fine," you grumble back, scrolling past a dozen of said pretentious indie films with moody black and white thumbnails. "But only because I pity your attention span."
Chan's grin is immediate as he stretches an arm along the back of the couch, fingers brushing your shoulder.
"pick something with action," then wiggles his eyebrows, "Or nudity."
You elbow him hard in the ribs.
"Ow—," Chan wheezes, but he's laughing, catching your wrist before you can retreat. His fingers are warm and rough against your pulse point, thumb pressing into the flutter there. "Violent and kinky," he muses, tugging you closer until your shoulders press together. "I like it."
You yank your wrist free and snatch up the remote again, scrolling through titles.
Chan's laughter vibrates through the couch cushions as you land on something, anything, just to shut him up. The movie starts with a car chase, tires screeching, glass shattering. Perfect. Loud enough to distract whenever Chan shifts beside you.
"Action and nudity," Chan murmurs, nodding approvingly at the screen where some actor's shirt rips open during a fight scene. "You do know me."
You sink lower into the couch, arms crossed. "Shut up and watch."
The first ten minutes of the movie blur into a haze of gunfire and badly timed one-liners, the volume turned up just loud enough to drown out the way Chan’s fingers keep tracing idle patterns against your shoulder.
You focus resolutely on the screen, but Chan’s warmth beside you is impossible to ignore. His knee presses into yours, his bare arm brushing against yours every time he reaches for more popcorn, and each touch sends a jolt of electricity down your spine.
Then, during a lull in the action, Chan shifts beside you, his hand sliding from your shoulder to the back of your neck. His fingers curl gently into your hair, thumb brushing the sensitive skin behind your ear.
"You’re not even watching," he mmurmur.
You swallow hard, refusing to look at him. "Am too."
Chan hums, unconvinced, his thumb stroking slow circles against your skin. "Liar."
His accusation hangs between you, thick and charged, and suddenly the movie feels like background noise.
His fingers tighten slightly in your hair, tipping your head back just enough that you have no choice but to meet his gaze.
His eyes are dark, there’s no teasing smirk now, no playful glint — just hunger.
Your breath hitches audibly.
Chan’s thumb brushes the corner of your mouth, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Tell me to stop."
You don’t.
His lips crash into yours before you can form a coherent thought, the remote clattering to the floor as your hands fist in his shirt.
Chan groans into your mouth, fingers tightening in your hair as he deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours with so much desperation.
The movie drones on, but all you can feel is the way his hips jerk forward against yours as you press closer. His hands slide down to grip your waist, hauling you halfway into his lap without breaking the kissl.
"You’ve been driving me insane," Chan pants against your lips, one hand slipping under your shirt to trace the dip of your spine. "Watching me, pretending you weren’t—fuck—" His words dissolve into a groan when you grind down against him, the hard line of his cock pressing insistently against your thigh.
He knows you know. he has all this time. The realization makes your eyes widen slightly—but it doesn’t surprise you. Not really.
Not when Chan’s fingers tighten possessively around your hips, his teeth scraping your lower lip like he’s been waiting for this moment just as long as you have.
His palm slides up your ribcage, thumb brushing the underside of your breast through your thin tank top, and your breath stutters against his mouth.
Of course he knew. The cracked doors, the late night streams he timed too perfectly with your schedule. Those weren't just coincidences.
You pull back just enough to see his face, your eyes wide with the realization that just dawned on you.
his lips are swollen from your kisses, panting, “Surprise,” he rasps, voice wrecked.
Chan’s grip shifts, hauling you fully into his lap, and you gasp when his hardness presses against you. His chuckle vibrates through your chest as he rolls his hips up, slow and filthy. “Thought you’d never crack,” he murmurs, lips grazing your jaw.
Your hands fist in his tank top, the fabric damp with sweat where it clings to his chest. “You—asshole” you pant, hips jerking against his involuntarily. “All that teasing—”
Chan's grin widens "All what teasing?" he murmurs, pressing an open mouthed kisses to your neck. "You mean leaving my door open just a little too wide?"
His teeth scrape your skin, "Or maybe streaming at exactly the times I knew you'd be home?" His palm cups your breast through your shirt, thumb brushing over your nipple.
You gasp when he pinches lightly, hips jerking against his. "You're insane," you manage, though the words come out more breathless than angry.
Chan laughs against your throat, before his teeth sink into the tender skin just below your ear. Your nails dig into his shoulders as his hands slide down to grip your hips, guiding your movements as you grind against him. The friction is dizzying, the thin fabric of your shorts doing nothing to dull the heat of him pressed against you.
"Insane?" His breath is hot against your damp skin. "Baby, aren't the one who watched my streams every other night?" His fingers slip under the hem of your tank top, tracing the waistband of your shorts with maddening slowness.
You whine, the sound high and desperate in your throat, and nod before you can think better of it. The admission burns your cheeks, but the way Chan groans against your skin makes it worth it.
"yeah?" he rasps, pulling back just enough to meet your eyes.
Chan’s fingers flex against your waist, his breath hot against your lips. “Every fucking time,” he admits, voice rough “I’d pretend it was your hand on me,” His thumb presses into the dip of your hipbone, “Your mouth.” His gaze drops to your parted lips, then back up, heavy lidded. “You have no idea how many times I came thinking about you watching me.”
Chan exhales sharply, his nose brushing yours. “cancelled tonight’s stream,” he murmurs, lips grazing yours with every word. “would rather beg you to fuck me instead.” His palm slides up your ribcage, fingers tracing the edge of your bra through your tank top.
“You don’t have to beg,” you murmur, lips brushing his as you swing your leg off his lap. Chan exhales sharply, hands gripping your waist tighter like he’s afraid you’ll pull away entirely, but then you’re sliding to your knees between his legs, fingers hooking into the waistband of his joggers.
His breath catches when you tug them down just enough to free his cock, already hard and leaking against his stomach.
gosh he's even bigger than he looks on camera.
Chan's breath stutters when your fingers wrap around him, his hips jerking into your grip before he can stop himself. "Fuck—" His voice cracks, a hand flying to fist in your hair as you stroke him slow, watching the way his eyelids flutter.
He's hot and heavy in your palm, already slick at the tip, and the way his thighs tense when you swipe your thumb over the head is obscene.
Chan’s fingers tighten in your hair when your lips brush the head of his cock, his breath stuttering out in a ragged groan. “Fuck—fuck—” His hips jerk up instinctively, but you pull back just enough to tease, swirling your tongue over the tip without taking him deeper, and you can’t resist glancing up through your lashes to watch his face twist with pleasure.
“So loud,” you giggle, blowing a slow breath over the wetness you’ve left behind. Chan’s thighs tense under your palms. “All those streams,” you continue, stroking him lazily with one hand while the other traces the vein running along his length, “and you never moaned like this.”
Chan’s laugh comes out strained, his chest heaving. “it wasn't you,” he grits out, hips rolling up into your touch. His fingers tug at your hair, guiding you back to him with a quiet desperation that sends heat pooling low in your stomach. “Now stop teasing—”
You swallow him down before he can finish, humming around him just to feel the way his whole body jerks. His moan is filthy, unfiltered, his hips canting up into the wet heat of your mouth like he can’t help it.
You take him deeper, throat working around him, and Chan’s fingers tighten in your hair, not guiding, just holding on for dear life.
“god—” His voice cracks when you hollow your cheeks, tongue pressing flat against the underside of his cock. His other hand fists the couch cushion beside his thigh, knuckles going white. “So good—shit—you take me so fucking good—”
You pull off with a slick pop, lips brushing the flushed tip as you peer up at him, teasing, thumb swiping over the bead of precome gathered there.
Chan’s chest heaves, his abs flexing as he stares down at you, His grip in your hair tightens just enough to sting — a silent warning — but you just grin and duck back down, sucking him deep until his thighs tremble.
Chan curses, his hips lifting off the couch as you bob your head, the wet sounds obscenely loud even with the movie still playing forgotten in the background.
“Gonna—” He's cut off by his own gasp, “Gonna come if you keep—”
You pull off with a wet sound, lips slick and swollen, and replace your mouth with both hands, jerking him so fast his hips stutter off the couch, his breath coming in ragged, punched out gasps.
“Wait—fuck—” Chan chokes out, fingers scrambling at your shoulders, but it’s too late — his back arches off the cushions, muscles locking tight as he spills hot over your fingers and his own stomach.
His thighs shake under your palms, his cock twitching in your grip as you stroke him through it, slower now, milking every last drop until he’s whimpering and oversensitive, his hands weakly pushing at your wrists.
“Turn around,” Chan rasps, chest rising and falling rapidly. His fingers slide from your hair to cradle your jaw, thumb brushing your spit slick bottom lip. “Want you riding me.”
Your stomach flips at the command, but before you can move, Chan’s hands are gripping your waist, hauling you up onto the couch with surprising strength. He settles you over his lap in one smooth motion, your thighs bracketing his hips, and the sudden press of his bare skin against yours makes you gasp.
Chan groans, fingers digging into the meat of your thighs as he leans back to look at you, really look at you, his gaze dragging down your body with a hunger that makes your skin prickle.
he hooks a thumb into the waistband of your shorts and tugs, sliding them off, his breath hitching when he finds you already soaked through your panties.
"Fuck," he exhales, dragging the damp fabric aside with one finger, his touch featherlight as he traces your slit. His other hand cups the back of your neck, pulling you down until your foreheads touch, his breath mingling with yours. "You're so wet," he murmurs, voice rough with disbelief. "Just from sucking me off?"
You nod, hips canting into his touch shamelessly, his finger circles your clit —once, twice, before dipping lower, sliding into you, crooking just right to make your back arch. His free hand fists in your tank top, dragging you closer until your chest presses against his, the thin fabric doing nothing to hide the way your nipples harden against him.
His thumb pressing firm circles against your clit, and your vision whites out for a second — just long enough to miss the way his free hand fists in your tank top, yanking it up until the fabric bunches just above your chest. His mouth replaces his fingers, teeth scraping over your nipple through the lace of your bra, and you gasp, hips stuttering against his hand.
“Thought about this,” he pants against your skin, his tongue lapping at the wet spot he’s left behind. “Every goddamn stream—imagined you like this, wet and desperate for me.” His finger curls again, dragging a broken moan from your throat, and his grin is all teeth when he leans back to watch you unravel. “Knew you’d be prettier than I imagined.”
You grab his wrist, stilling his movements, and his brows furrow — confused, frustrated — until you swing your leg over him, straddling his lap properly this time. His cock, half hard again, twitches against your thigh as you grind down, the friction drawing a ragged groan from both of you.
Chan’s hands fly to your hips, guiding your movements as you rock against him, his breath hot against your collarbone.
“Wanna feel you,” you murmur, fingers fumbling between you to grip him, slicking him up with your own arousal. Chan’s head falls back against the couch, his Adam’s apple bobbing as you line him up, the blunt head of his cock pressing against your entrance.
You sink down onto him with a choked gasp, thighs trembling as he stretches you open inch by agonizing inch. Chan’s hands clamp around your hips, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise, but he doesn’t rush you —just watches as you take him deeper.
"Fuck," you whimper, nails scraping his shoulders when he bottoms out, your body shuddering at the unfamiliar stretch. "You’re—god—you’re so big—"
Chan groans, hips twitching beneath you, fighting not to thrust up. "Yeah?" His voice is wrecked, breath hitching as you clench around him. "Feel good, baby? Stuffed full of me?" His fingers trail up your sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of your breasts while you adjust. "taking me so good."
You roll your hips experimentally, and Chan’s head thuds back against the couch, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows hard. "That’s it," he rasps, hands sliding to grip your ass. "Use me—ride me just like you imagined."
The words send heat flaring up your neck, but you can’t deny them, can’t stop the way your body responds, hips rolling in slow circles. Chan hisses between his teeth when you clench around him, his fingers flexing against your skin.
"Christ—fuck—you’re so tight," he grits out, eyes locked on where you’re joined. "Bet you thought about this every night, hmm? Watching me stroke my cock on cam while you fucked yourself on your fingers?"
You whimper, thighs quivering as you lift yourself halfway up before sinking back down, his cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside you. his breath stutters, his hips jerking up to meet you halfway, and the sudden shift punches a ragged moan from your throat. "Oh fuck—Chan—"
"Say it," he demands, thumb brushing your clit as you bounce in his lap. His voice is rough, wrecked, his pupils blown wide, "Tell me how much you thought about this, how many times you came imagining me inside you."
You gasp when he pinches your clit lightly, your rhythm faltering, "Every—ah—every night," you admit, nails digging into his shoulders as you grind down harder. "Watched you—touched myself—god, wanted you—"
Chan groans, fingers tightening on your hips as he guides your movements, thrusting up to meet you. "Knew it," he pants, lips brushing yours with every ragged breath.
"Knew you were getting off to me—fuck—your little gasps when I’d look at the camera—" His hands slide up your sides, thumbs brushing your nipples through your bra. "Bet you came so pretty for me, huh? All quiet so I wouldn’t hear?"
You nod frantically, hips stuttering as his cock hits that spot inside you, the pleasure building dangerously fast. "Y-yes—*fuck*—Chan, please—"
"Please what?" he murmurs, lips curling into a smirk even as his own breathing falters. He slows your movements deliberately, dragging you through each excruciatingly slow roll of your hips. "Need me to fuck you harder, baby?"
You whine, fingers tangling in his hair as you try to chase your own rhythm, but his grip on your hips is unrelenting. "Yes—god, yes—"
he flips you onto your stomach before you can finish begging, his hands rough and sure as he shoves your knees apart against the couch cushions. The fabric burns against your bare thighs when he yanks your hips back, his cock sliding out of you with a slick sound that makes your face burn.
You barely have time to whimper before his fingers dig into your waist, lifting you on all fours with a sharp tug — his chest presses hot against your back, his breath ragged in your ear as he lines himself up again.
he doesn’t give you a second to adjust. He slams into you with one brutal thrust, punching the air from your lungs as your elbows buckle against the cushions. His cock stretches you open deeper than before, the angle hitting deeper, and you choke on a scream when his hips snap forward again, setting a punishing pace before you can catch your breath.
Hands clamp around your hips, fingers bruising as he drags you back onto him with every thrust. The couch creaks beneath you, the sound drowned out by chan’s ragged groans and the slick slap of skin on skin. His rhythm is merciless, no teasing now, just pure, desperate need as he fucks into you like he’s been starving for it.
Chan's grip on your hips shifts — one hand sliding up to fist in your hair, yanking your head back until your spine bows beautifully beneath him. "Fuck, look at you," he growls, his voice rough with something between awe and hunger as he takes in the sight of you spread out beneath him.
His fingers tighten, pulling just enough to make your scalp prickle, before his palm cracks down against your ass, the sound echoing through the room louder than the forgotten movie still playing in the background.
You gasp, thighs trembling as the heat blooms across your skin, but Chan doesn’t give you a second to recover. His hips snap forward, driving into you with a force that has your nails scrabbling against the couch cushions for purchase. "Take it," he orders, voice wrecked, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips hard enough to leave bruises. "God, you feel so good—clenching around me like—" His words dissolve into a groan as he picks up the pace, each thrust punching a ragged sound from your throat.
His free hand slides around your waist, pressing firm circles against your clit, and the dual sensation has your vision blurring at the edges. "That’s it," he murmurs, lips brushing the shell of your ear as his rhythm falters for just a second, "Gonna make you come just like this—spread out, taking me so well—"
His thumb presses harder against your clit, and your back arches involuntarily, a broken moan tearing from your lips as the pleasure crests suddenly, violently.
Chan curses, his grip tightening as you clench around him, your body shuddering through the waves of it. "Yeah, there you go, gonna cum for me?"
You nod vigorously, your fingers twisting into the couch cushions as Chan’s thrusts turn erratic, his breath ragged against your ear. "Cum with me," he rasps, and it’s all you need.
Your body clenches around him like a vice, pleasure crashing over you in waves so intense your vision whites out for a second. Chan groans, his hips stuttering as he spills inside you with a broken gasp, his forehead dropping between your shoulder blades.
Chan pulls out slowly, hissing through his teeth when you clench around him reflexively, oversensitive.
The couch cushions are damp beneath your trembling thighs, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat as you collapse onto your stomach, chest heaving. Chan exhales sharply, running a hand down your spine, before flipping you onto your back, more gently this time.
The shift makes you wince, your body still thrumming with aftershocks, he slides off the couch onto his knees between your legs. His palms skate up your inner thighs, spreading them apart with slowly despite your weak protest. "Shh," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the inside of your knee. "Just wanna taste you."
You squirm when his breath ghosts over your sensitive skin, but Chan’s grip tightens, holding you open. "Chan—" His name comes out hoarse, your voice wrecked. "I’m—ah—too sensitive—"
Chan’s fingers dig into the soft flesh of your thighs, holding you open despite your squirming. His tongue flicks over your clit, just enough to make your hips jerk, oversensitive and trembling.
“You can take it,” he murmurs against your skin, “You’re a big girl, yeah?” His teeth graze your inner thigh, before his mouth closes over you again, and your back arches off the couch with a choked gasp.
You can take it. You do.
Every swipe of his tongue sends sparks shooting up your spine, your fingers twisting into his hair — not to pull him away, but to keep him right there, his mouth working you through the dizzying aftershocks of your orgasm.
Chan hums against you, the vibration making your toes curl, and his grip on your thighs tightens when you try to press them together instinctively. “None of that,” he chides, nipping at your skin before dragging his tongue up your slit again, “Just let me have you.”
You whine, hips caving into his mouth despite the oversensitivity, the pleasure tipping into something almost painful, but you don’t tell him to stop. Couldn’t if you wanted to.
"so sweet," he groans against you, the words vibrating through your oversensitive nerves. His fingers dig into your hips, pinning you down when you try to squirm away from the intensity. "No— stay still."
You whimper, but obey, letting him spread you wider as his tongue delves deeper, circling your entrance before dragging back up in one long, torturous lick.
"Chan—please—" you gasp, but you’re not even sure what you’re begging for — him to stop or never, ever stop.
His response is to hook your leg over his shoulder, angling you deeper into his mouth, and then he’s sucking you in, his tongue working you with precision. You sob his name, your hips jerking uncontrollably as the pressure builds again, too soon, too much—
You choke out his name, fingers scrambbling at his shoulders, a desperate attempt to ground yourself, before your hips jerk violently against his mouth.
“Chan, gonna—oh god—” The warning spills out brokenly, your thighs clamp around his head as you come with a shuddering gasp, your back bowing off the couch as pleasure rips through you.
he groans against you, the vibration wringing another broken sound from your throat, he doesn’t pull away, just laps at you greedily, his tongue dragging through the mess you’ve made of him with slow strokes.
“Fuck,” he rasps against your skin before pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. “You’re perfect like this.” His thumb brushes your clit once, testing, and you jerk with a gasp, your body still thrumming with aftershocks.
Chan grins up at you, all dark eyes and swollen lips, before dragging his tongue up your slit one last time.
Chan rises from between your thighs with a groan, his lips slick and glistening with you, you realize with a jolt — before his mouth crashes into yours, the kiss filthy and possessive, his tongue licking into your mouth, your fingers tangling in his hair, sticky with sweat, and he moans into your mouth when you tug — sharp, just to feel him shudder.
You pull away eventually, both of you panting, sticky with sweat and other things, and collapse onto the couch in a tangle of limbs. Chan drags you half on top of him, your head resting against his chest where you can hear his heartbeat still racing beneath his skin.
His fingers trace idle patterns along your back, the movie’s credits roll, forgotten, casting flickering shadows across the ceiling.
You nuzzle into his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heartbeat slowing down, the rise and fall of his breath beneath your cheek. His skin is warm and slightly sticky, and you press a kiss to it without thinking, smiling when his fingers pause for a second before resuming their path along your spine.
"Quit staring," you murmur, tilting your head up just enough to catch him watching you with an expression that makes your stomach flip. soft, almost awed, Chan huffs a laugh, his thumb brushing your hipbone where he’d gripped hard enough to leave marks earlier.
"Can’t help it," he admits, voice rough with exhaustion "You’re kinda fucking gorgeous like this."
You snort, but your cheeks heat anyway, and Chan’s grin widens when he notices. He shifts beneath you, rolling just enough to tuck you more firmly against his side, his arm a solid weight across your waist.
The movement makes you wince, your thighs ache in a way that’s equal parts delicious and punishing, and Chan’s fingers tighten reflexively, his smirk turning smug.
"Sorry," he lies, and you bite on his shoulder just to hear him yelp.
his yelp dissolves into laughter, his fingers digging into your sides as he squirms away from your teeth. “Fuck, ow,” he complains, but his grin ruins the effect, “You bite hard—should’ve known you’d be a menace.”
You grin against his shoulder, pressing another kiss to the reddening mark you left behind. “Payback,” you murmur, tracing the outline with your tongue just to feel him shiver. Chan groans, his hips jerking reflexively beneath you, and you freeze when you feel him stirring against your thigh—already half hard again.
“Seriously?” you ask, incredulous, and Chan has the audacity to look proud, his smirk widening as he rolls his hips up against you.
“What?” he teases, voice dripping with false innocence. “Can’t help it—you’re right there, all warm and fucked out—” His hand slides down your back, fingers skimming the curve of your ass before squeezing lightly. “And you bit me. That’s basically foreplay.”
You press a hand to Chan’s chest when he tries to roll you beneath him again, your thighs still trembling from the last round. “Shower,” you mumble, and Chan makes a wounded noise against your collarbone in protest.
“Five more minutes,” he tries, lips trailing up your neck like he’s trying to convince you with his mouth.
You laugh, breathless, and squirm out of his grip before he can distract you properly. “No—shower,” you insist, swatting at his hands when they try to drag you back. “We’re disgusting.”
Chan pouts — actually pouts, like this big hunk of a man didn't just fuck the daylights out of you — and flops back against the couch with a dramatic sigh. “Fine,” he grumbles, but his eyes track your every movement as you stand, snickering when you wobble slightly on unsteady legs.
You stumble towards the bathroom, then you glance back at Chan, sprawled across the couch with his arms behind his head, watching you with that stupid, smug grin, and ask, "When’s your next stream again?"
his grin falters into confusion when your question registers. "Monday," he says automatically, his brows furrowing, "Why?"
You hum, "Just thinking," then you shrug, "maybe I’ll join you next time."
he's caught off guard when you leave him hanging and close the bathroom door behind you, "don't start something you can't finish!"
not rated || general || teen and up || mature || explicit🔞
✦✪ '67, cherry red by quokkarisweat [12,7k words] || 1990s!au || mature
minho runs from the things that scare him, and he thinks jisung might scare him the most
✦✪ A Love I've Waited For by Raesan [42,7k words] || explicit🔞
Minho is a 36 year old writer and Jisung is a 20 year old looking for someone to make his summer worthwhile.
✦ a verb in perfect view by Yourfriendlyneighborhoodficwriter [16,2k words] || sugar daddy/sugar baby!au || explicit🔞
"There are no hard lines here. And you’re free to say no to anything I suggest, any time, of course.” He pauses for a second, fixes his glasses again. “And if this whole thing makes you uncomfortable, I’ll have the driver take you back and pay you for your time.”“I’m not—” Minho starts and stops himself in the same breath. He can’t exactly tell Jisung that he’s not doing it for the money. What is he doing it for then? Him?“I’m not uncomfortable.”
✦✪ a wonder under summer skies by hanville [32,1k words] || explicit🔞
Jisung gets invited to tag along for a two-week-long summer vacation in a lake house with his best friend, Jeongin, and his family. Everything would be great if only Jeongin’s step-brother, Minho, wasn’t the guy of his dreams, and if his existence didn’t throw a wrench into Jisung’s plans of blissful relaxation, turning his world upside-down.
✦✪ [bargains between lions and men Part 1] aim for my heart by hanville [22,9k words] || police!au || mature
Jisung gets kidnapped and shot. Minho, his partner, deals with the aftermath.
Minho runs an apothecary. Jisung accidentally activates a love rune in Minho's shop.
✦✪ bad man by taotu [80,9k words | 7 ch] || explicit🔞
Han Jisung has everything lined up: a successful career, a sleek apartment in Gangnam, a girlfriend he cares deeply for. Even a diamond ring in a nightstand drawer, awaiting just the right moment.
A prepaid call from Seobu Penitentiary upsets the balance.
✦✪ big bang kisses (in crucial places) by lemon_pulp [6,2k words] || roommates!au || explicit🔞
Jisung kissed his best friend Minho in the kitchen. On the lips.
✦ Bottled by sundiessoon [9k words] || omegaverse!au || explicit🔞
Minho sold his slick online.
And, obviously, some one was buying it.
✦✪ Brighter Days by mrehk [52,7k words] || explicit🔞
Jisung answers an ad online reading: "I'm going to die, but there's a lot of things I haven't done yet that I don't want to do alone."
✦ call me, 밤새 또 놀러 가요 함께 by sKzOW [10k words] || zombie apocalypse!au || explicit🔞
The apocalypse changes a lot of things. Some things stay stubbornly the same.
✦ chamomile by mrehk [10k words] || mature
After his wedding gets called off, Jisung asks his ex boyfriend to go on his honeymoon with him— and maybe he and Minho were meant to be all along.
✦ Christmas On Elm Street by honeyeaters [17,3k words] || explicit🔞
After a breakup, Minho wants a getaway from Christmas. The man in his Airbnb is making that difficult.
✦ come into the water by forgivingyou [31k words] || age gap || explicit🔞
Jisung pursues his best friend's father in the pursuit of losing his virginity.
✦ counterpunch, knockout by moonlit [10,6k words] || college!au, age gap || explicit🔞
Minho buys Jisung dinner and tries to deny his attraction to him. Jisung is hellbent on making Minho’s life hard, among other things.
✦ devour me wth certainty by iamnotme [27,9k words | 3 ch] || explicit🔞
Jisung is feeling more and more hopeless about losing his virginity.
Minho is straight. Ostensibly.
Some friendships are worth making changes for.
✦ don't forget me by lemon_pulp [8,3k words | 16 ch] || 2000s!au || explicit🔞
Jisung goes away for the summer. He doesn't want Minho to forget him.
✦ for me, it's you by mochibin [5,4k words] || celebrity!au || teen and up
Actor Lee Minho gets embroiled in dating rumours with his two co-stars. The internet draw their own conclusions.
Minho and Jisung meet in a frat-bathroom. Sort of. What’s the worst that could happen?
(Well, Minho could fall in love with someone who has never believed in his own ability to love and be loved.)
✦✪ futile devices by vior [4,6k words] || bones and all!au, cannibalism || mature
jisung was born hungry.
✦✪ give your heart what it wants by iilen [41,8k words] || age gap || explicit🔞
Jisung's love life is in a bit of a rut so his ex-wife takes him out to a club for a night of frivolity and karaoke--a gay club to be precise.
✦✪ Grape on a Vine by mrehk [42,1k words | 4 ch] || mature
Minho, left to care for his younger brother after his parents death, works to make ends meet and doesn't have time for distractions. Jisung, a free-spirited and very distracting surfer, moves to town and turns Minho's world on it's head.
✦✪ [picture a wave in the ocean Part 1] hell is other people by curlyquokka [words] || the good place fusion!au || mature
Lee Minho died at almost 30. In life he was a lawyer who fought for human rights, a philanthropist who travelled to war zones to help the refugees, an advocate for the innocents and the downtroddens. A very good person that earned a spot in the Good Place, where he will spend his afterlife. Except, he was not.
✦✪ here by me by skzinger [167k words] || explicit🔞
Three years ago, Minho broke Jisung's heart with a single phone call. It's ironic then, that the universe decides to return the favour.
✦✪ HOME by hanjy [12k words] || canon divergence || not rated
Minho has four days off from military service and asks Jisung to come with him to his family house. Things get clearer after that.
✦✪✑ How I'm Imagining You by curlyquokka [165k words | 24/27 ch] || explicit🔞
For someone who's constantly reading romance novels, Minho is perfectly immune to the love propaganda. He's glad his friends have found their one true love, he really is. And he's more than ready to support them now that Korea has finally legalized same-sex marriage and they all got engaged.
✦✪ humanoid by noisehues [17,2k words] || robots & androids!au, post-apocalypse!au || teen and up
Six years after the world ended, Jisung's components start malfunctioning, and Minho is confronted with the possibility of losing him for good.
✦✪ [to have and devour Part 1] hunger, hunger by vior [words] || post-apocalypse!au, cannibalism || explicit🔞
the world has ended, and minho just wants to make sure jisung can eat.
✦✪ in front of love by Yourfriendlyneighborhoodficwriter [21,6k words] || AU || explicit🔞
Jisung starts working at the yaoi café where his best friend, Minho, works.
✦✪ in the dark - i am there with you, my love by iilen [26,9k words] || omegaverse!au, age gap || explicit🔞
The Exchange, an exciting time between the packs that make up their region of the country where two of them meet together for a moon’s cycle to find mates. The two participating packs rotate every year to help create a better blend and thus relationship between all of the parties in the agreement.
✦ Lee Minho's 10 Step Guide to Falling in Love by Anonymous [47,1k words | 13 ch] || how to lose a guy in 10 days!au || explicit🔞
Magazine columnist, Lee Minho, is writing a piece that requires him to drive a man away within a month.Music producer, Han Jisung, is so confident he can make any man fall in love with him that he bets a business deal on it.Both of them are decidedly allergic to relationships.Let the games begin!
✦✪ lie in wait by mrehk [59,4k words | 10 ch] || explicit🔞
Jisung is saving himself for his step-brother; Minho is home for the summer.
✦✪ lonely shade of gold by Yourfriendlyneighborhoodficwriter [50k words | 6 ch] || explicit🔞
Jisung is hired by the Lee's to help prepare their son Minho for marriage.
✦✪✑ love me until the day I die by curlyquokka [8,2k words | 1/3 ch] || grief/mourning, ambiguous/open ending || teen and up
What is grief, if not love persevering? [WandaVision (2021)]
Seven years ago, Minho met Jisung. Four years ago, he started showing symptoms. Today, he might lose him.
A study in love, loss and life.
✦✪ [long way home Part 1] murmuration by daisier [53,4k words | 3 ch] || spies & secret agents!au || explicit🔞
Minho was silent for a few beats. Over the radio, a man was crooning about his lost love.
“You don’t want more out of a marriage?”
It was Jisung’s turn to laugh. “What more is there to ask for?”
“Attraction,” Minho’s voice sounded odd, almost reluctant. “Intimacy. You really find him…satisfactory?”
✦✪ Obedience by sundiessoon [61,9k words | 13 ch] || omegavere!au || explicit🔞
On a training hunting trip, part of the pack spots a feral wolf that they are forced to imprison after a conflict.The found alpha is aggressive and unreceptive, Chan trying several ways to help without success.All that is left is putting, Minho, the pack omega, on feral alpha duty.
✦ oh, you kissed me just to kiss me by natigail [91k words | 6 ch] || mature
The five times Jisung books an hour of Minho's time, and the one time Minho shows up unannounced on his doorstep.
✦ oubatori by sacredonion [25k words] || explicit🔞
Two weeks before he’s set to propose, Minho’s girlfriend breaks up with him, and he asks his friend Jisung to go on the trip with him instead.
✦ Path of the Wind by mrehk [27,2k words] || explicit🔞
“Oh,” Jisung’s throat bobs when he swallows. His cheeks grow even pinker. “I’m not looking for a relationship.”Minho snorts, rolling his eyes before he can think better of it. “That makes two of us.” He sets the freshly brewed cup on top of a saucer, slides it on the top of the bar and into Jisung’s hands.
✦✪ Right Person, Wrong Number by honeyeaters [40k words | 2 ch] || omegaverse!au, college!au || explicit🔞
Minho unexpectedly goes into heat and calls an alpha for help. Jisung was not the alpha he intended to call. He didn't intend for a lot of things.
✦ [skate fast, eat ass Part 2] rockerboy by keros [94,5k words | 6 ch] || rock band!au, 1990s!au || explicit🔞
A bassist and a skateboarder fall for each other, a tense love triangle is on the horizon and the tangle of everyone's lives only seems to tighten with the passing days of summer into autumn.
They're an unlikely band of thrill seekers and musicians, and they've all reached one conclusion: the 90s has never felt more intense.
✦✪ Rule Number One by evesmysoul [144,2k words | 7 ch] || college!au || explicit🔞
Jisung’s broken heart leads him to make an arrangement with his mysterious classmate Minho. He believes everything will work out, as long as neither of them breaks the rules.
✦ Silence speaks louder than words by kersenvla [29,8k words] || mature
Jisung gets hired to work for the Lee family as their housekeeper and garden help. After a clumsy introduction, he falls in love with their son, the selectively mute Minho.
✦ [skate fast, eat ass Part 1] skaterboy by keros [69,1k words | 5 ch] || rock band!au, 1990s!au || explicit🔞
Nosebleeds, elbow scrapes, bruises all over and the adrenaline high of riding his board at speeds that others could only dream of — that was all Jisung wanted.
What Jisung needed, Minho thought, was to be put in his place.
✦✪ Starmates by itaire [38,6k words] || mature
Lee Minho has a thing for straight guys, completely unrelated to his best friend's little brother.
Upon finding out, Han Jisung couldn't be less bothered about it.
They're soulmates. They're not gay for each other. That would be weird.
✦ sugar to sweeten by daiseok [67k words | 8 ch] || sugar daddy/sugar baby!au || explicit🔞
Han Jisung, a young, rich, and awkward investment banker, becomes Minho's sugar daddy. All Minho has to do is pretend to be Jisung's boyfriend in return. Sounds simple enough, right?
✦✪ Tasmanian Salt by breakmeopen [15,4k words | 4 ch] || explicit🔞
When Jisung's long-term, long-distance boyfriend suddenly dies, he's rendered heartbroken. Flying back from his home in Kuala Lumpur to his late-boyfriend's funeral in Seoul, he has a layover in Manila and happens to meet Minho— his boyfriend's other partner.
Grief and anger and heartbreak go hand-in-hand. Especially when meeting the other man in an airport terminal.
✦ Téléphone Rose by pe_o_ny [20,1k words] || omegaverse!au || explicit🔞
Minho always had a hard time going through his rut. That’s it. Until, skimming through a porn magazine, his eyes land on a classified ad.
✦ Termination Dust by mrehk [21,3k words] || explicit🔞
Minho and his fuckbuddy pretend to date, Minho pretends he's not falling.
✦✑✪ the amazing adventures of spiderhan by Yourfriendlyneighborhoodficwriter [27k words | 2/? ch] || spiderman!au || explicit🔞
When Minho's out of earshot, Seungmin fixes him with a look. "I think he knows."
Jisung stops in his tracks, the words freezing him mid-action. He doesn't need to ask Seungmin what thing it is that he thinks Minho knows, but the thought itself is scary. For some reason, Jisung prides himself on the fact that he's able to keep his identity a secret even from the person he only half-jokingly calls his soulmate. And it's not because he likes keeping secrets from Minho; of course he doesn't like that. But—
But Jisung fears.
✦✪ [to have and devour Part 2] the gravy of your soul by vior [7k words] || post-apocalypse!au, cannibalism || mature
Jisung's one-good-bite. Followed by Jisung's one-big-existential crisis.
✦✪ the hazy days by skzinger [133,4k words | 18 ch] || college!au || explicit🔞
Jisung's got the mother of all crushes on Chan, the hot third year who helps out with his composition class.
Chan's weird (hot) friend complicates things.
✦ The Night Shift by mrehk [6,2k words] || teen and up
Minho works the night shift, and Jisung is an insomniac. They fall in love over a series of sunrises.
✦ The One with Uncle Minho and His Roommate of Ten Years by bowlcuthanz [words] || pov: jeongin || general
Three times Jeongin really missed the mark, and the one time he didn't.
✦ three minutes past midnight by mrehk [6,5k words] || vampires!au || explicit🔞
Jisung is a vampire; Minho indulges.
✦ Tightrope by sisyphuswashere [13,3k words] || explicit🔞
Jisung has... considered men before.
The problem isn't that the object of Jisung's desire this time happens to be a man.
It's that it happens to be a clown.
Red-nosed, white-faced, purple-haired, balloon-sculpting, robot-dancing clown who just launched himself into a cartwheel competition with one of the kids and failed miserably, only landing on his plush ass in the grass and honking his clown nose in defeat.
Felix would never let him live it down.
✦✪ till tonight do us part by magicsoul [19,8k words] || explicit🔞
On the eve of his wedding, Minho is enchanted by cater-waiter Jisung—and all the possibilities he represents for a different (better?) life.
✦✪ to put it blunt: i love you by moonlitbin [14,7k words] || explicit🔞
5 times Jisung and Minho make out high and the one time they don't.
✪ Twenty Five Inch Dreams by kersenvla [38,9k words | 2 ch] || rock band!au || mature
The one where Jisung teaches Minho to chase his dreams, and Minho teaches Jisung that he doesn't have to be afraid anymore.
✪ two birds on a wire by lucasfletcher [2,8k words] || roommates!au || mature
Minho wants to get married. Jisung takes a bit to figure it all out
✪ underneath this raging storm by dulcetchan [7,5k words] || trapped in ikea || teen and up
And then Minho gets trapped in an Ikea with a storm blazing outside for the night. With Jisung. And that makes it all so, so much worse.
until by maershexe [4,5k words] || college!au || mature
Minho forgets how to create, until he finds a muse in an anxious boy and the fire behind his eyes.
✦ until we get there by Yourfriendlyneighborhoodficwriter [40k words | 4 ch] || explicit🔞
a case study in taking things slowly.
until you fall it's painless by taotu [24,5k words] || canon divergence, magical realism || explicit🔞
There’s no playbook on how to navigate waking up soul-bound to someone, cursed to both suffer through worlds of pain if physically apart for too long. What Minho really needs, though, is a chapter on what the fuck to do when that someone is his best friend and fellow group member whom he happens to have feelings for.
✪ waiting for rain by notzomi [97,9k words | 22 ch] || college!au, 1994!au || teen and up
Jisung leaves his hometown for the first time to study in Seoul. In his backpack are two secrets he already kept carrying around for a while.Never he would have thought that he'd reveal his secrets to anyone or even find love in a boarding house, out of all places.
Washed by interrupted [16,1k words | 3 ch] || crimes & criminals || explicit🔞
Jisung washes dishes for a living and his co-worker/fuck-buddy Minho helps him get a new job, not letting him know it might involve something illegal. As their jobs get more and more intertwined, they become inseparable.
✦✪ we become the flowers by Yourfriendlyneighborhoodficwriter [8k words] || post-apocalypse!au, zombie apocalypse!au || mature
Long after the start of the apocalypse, Jisung picks up a signal from a surviving community in Busan that sends someone out to bring him to safety.
we could call it even by hanville [11k words] || teen and up
Minho leaves for college. Jisung leaves to make a name for himself. Years later, their paths cross again in their hometown.
✦ weird! by spyhop [16,1k words] || explicit🔞
Life is good for Lee Minho: he’s got cats, friends, hobbies, a grip on reality. And then in stumbles Han Jisung, human disaster.
✪ We'll Never Have Sex by bunsevng [5,6k words] || college!au || mature
where Jisung is blindly in love with his best friend, who always asks him to set him up on dates. Oh, and Jisung is a virgin.
✪ Welcome to Existence by bitsori [4,4k words] || 2000s!au, high school!au, pre-slash || general
There's a mysterious new boy in Jisung's life, and Jisung is very curious, uncertain what to make of him.
✪ What Do I Call You by lovesoaked [24,3k words | 4 ch] || sugar daddy/sugar baby!au || explicit🔞
What, is he your sugar daddy? Hyunjin had said in passing, a few hours after Han Jisung transferred ₩60,000 to him.
Of course not, Minho thought to himself. He doesn't even know Jisung that well, and they're simply friends who got to know each other through their respective channels. He's sure that Jisung will soon go on his way, and his little puppy crush on Jisung will fade with enough time too.
Things, of course, never turn out the way he thinks it will.
(hyunjin was right all along.)
✪ When The Morning Comes by bitsori [32k words] || time loop || explicit🔞
In which Jisung gets stuck repeating the day when his best friend gets married, only to meet a brand new friendly face a month into the grueling experience.
✪ When The World Comes Down by bitsori [19k words] || post-apocalypse!au || teen and up
Seungmin once told Minho that in the event of an apocalypse, he'd choose to save him - even over Hyunjin, who was his best friend and was widely accepted by everyone as Seungmin's favorite person in the entire world - and Minho had always taken pride in it because this was high praise. Anyone who knew Seungmin would answer his name when asked who they would take with them to a deserted island (or, by substitution, an apocalypse).
✑ ✪ When Winter Turns To Spring by Theforeverbattles [270,5k words | 17/? ch] || royalty!au, kid fic || explicit🔞
“When I do get married it won’t be to a queen I’ve stated that much before.” He shifts in his seat and crosses his legs. “When I marry is on my terms just as who I marry will be. The kingdom is perfectly fine with me as their ruler and has been for the last ten years.”
✪ When You're Tired (I'll Be Here) by jellowrites [1,9k words] || hopeful ending || mature
When Minho is tired, Jisung is there to take care of him.
✪ where the grass was red by taotu [31,7k words | 4 ch] || hunger games!au, choose your own ending || explicit🔞
Jisung is twenty-two when the tributes of the 100th annual Hunger Games are reaped from ages eighteen to thirty.
✦✪ whip it! by mrehk [48,3k words | 10 ch] || sports!au || explicit🔞
Hotshot quarterback Minho hates cocky transfer player Jisung, but he hates losing more.
✪ wither and bloom by tentoheaven [6k words] || zombie apocalypse!au, ambiguous/open ending || teen and up
On their first date, Jisung bought him flowers. Looking back now it’s almost funny, in a morbid kind of way.
Everything they do, every second they steal away, they pour these feelings inside so at least something between them feels permanent.If they look past the tens and thousands and millions of reasons why they can’t, Minho still believes that maybe this kind of love can be permanent, too.
Woes of a Catboy by ShadowDrifter [14,7k words] || hybrids!au, canon compliant || explicit🔞
'If you don’t meet your needs, they will make themselves known.'
How his needs would manifest as two fluffy ears and a tail was beyond him, but that old lady had definitely cast a spell on him. Because how else had he have gone to bed a perfectly normal human and somehow woken up as a fucking catboy!
woke up in japan by vmnesie [6k words] || age gap, hopeful ending || teen and up
Minho meets Jisung in a bar in Japan and starts reconsidering a few aspects of his life when the younger stranger feels as familiar and safe as his routine.
wonder by wonder by dawnshine [5,6k words] || disney fusion!au, aladdin!au, royalty!au || teen and up
Minho seems like he still can’t make up his mind, so Jisung offers his hand more insistently, all but shoving it in his face. “Do you trust me?”Minho blinks at his hand, eyes round as they slide up to his face. “What?”“Do you trust me?”
Wonderwall by liknow [44k words | 3 ch] || college!au, coffee shops & cafés!au || explicit🔞
After months of confining their ambiguous relationship within the walls of a café, Jisung and Minho hesitantly step outside and discover just how natural it feels to heal each other.
✦✪ Wretched and Divine by noisehues [43,3k words] || dystopia!au || explicit🔞
Feelings are a complicated thing to have, Jisung knows that much.
He should know better than to allow his heart to beat faster than usual, to allow excitement to prickle under his skin, to allow his usually dreamless nights to be plagued by soft smiles and hues of soft blonde. Jisung should know better, but he still allows himself to feel, if only for a little while. To feel his heart beating in his chest, to feel the rush of excitement that takes over him when he lies down at night and tries to sleep.
✦ Yellow Card by Raesan [121,6k words | 10 ch] || age gap || explicit🔞
Jisung is really bad at finding a good guy to date. But what happens when he meets Minho, whose son plays for his youth soccer team?
Or Jisung is a 21 year old college student and Minho is a 33 year old father.
✪ you be the moon (i'll be the earth) by bulletbulletbullet [2,7k words] || college!au || mature
Let your eyes flick over his shoulder - Chan will still be watching, half listening to Felix, half laser-focused on the way your hands are curling around Jisung’s waist, tightening on the sweat-damp cotton of his vintage t-shirt for some band you’ve never heard of. Ignore the fact that he’s clearly got a vendetta against sleeves. Keep your hands on his waist because you don’t know what you’ll do if you touch the bare skin of his biceps.
✪ You got me feline some type of way by bluecalicocat [7k words] || supernatural || general
Jisung has been running a magic shop with his best friend Jeongin for several years now, giving him plenty of experience with both magic and rude customers, enough that he could probably do the most common spells in his sleep at this point.Somehow, he messes it up and turns himself into a cat.Naturally, his first instinct is to go to Minho.
✪ you're driving me wild by shuijing [43,1k words | 12 ch] || teen and up
Minho works at an animal shelter, and Jisung is just a guy who passes by everyday. They've never talked, or even met. Then, suddenly, because of a kitten and a late-night storm, they have.
✪ Your hand in mine (it helps the psyche flow through) by kersenvla [20,8k words] || supernatural, bodyswap || teen and up
Jisung is a witch looking for a reason to feel useful in his life, until one night he spots a vampire breaking into his new friend's, Minho's, house. In an attempt to save him, he accidentally switches their bodies.
✪ Your Kiss is All I Need by milkilino [34,1k words] || fantasy || mature
Minho hates humans, but then comes Jisung, who challenges everything he thought he believed, and eventually comes to mean more to him than his own life.
✑ ✪ Your Lips, My Lips, Apocalypse by ShadowDrifter [76,4k words | 13/16 ch] || post-apocalypse!au, inspired by love and monsters || explicit🔞
Jisung, trying to survive in a monster-infested world despite not knowing the first thing about survival, chases after a girl from before the apocalypse—only to run right into Lee Minho. Things get complicated… but sometimes you have to do something stupid to meet someone amazing.
✪ your lips tell me about love by hanville [5,1k words] || hogwarts!au || teen and up
Five times Jisung calls Minho a petname and the one time Minho fires back.
✦ Your Voice Was the Soundtrack of My Summer by evesmysoul [26,3k words] || rock band!au || explicit🔞
Jisung, the lead guitarist of his band, is known for his intense passion and high standards, which have led to constant arguments with their past singers. Now, just five weeks before the big summer festival, their singer has quit again. Luckily, Minho steps in as a temporary vocalist, even though Jisung is unhappy with a singer who has no investment in their band’s future. To Jisung’s surprise, Minho has the most amazing voice he’s ever heard, and he ends up completely captivated by him.
not rated || general || teen and up || mature || explicit🔞
✪ [a fire in a nameless town Part 1] burn it by starryJ [5,3k words] || zombie apocalypse!au || teen and up
Hyunjin and Jisung finally return home after a supply run that took longer than they all thought, but this day doesn't seem to have a happy ending. Seungmin notices blood on Hyunjin's shirt and knows something is not right.
✪ [Stories Sung in the Sunken Sailor's Inn Part 4] Oceanflower by dulcetchan [55,5k words] || pirates!au || teen and up
“Hyunjin, I’m not afraid of you.”
“You should be.”
not rated || general || teen and up || mature || explicit🔞
Gruss Vom Krampus by fangsandfortune [4,6k words] || monster!au || explicit🔞
It was stupid to even think about it, his random encounter with a handsome stranger.
He’d never asked for Minho’s number or had any idea where he was staying, or if he was even going to be in town for very long. He’d only met him for a handful of minutes and yet Hyunjin hadn’t stopped thinking about him since.
He was beginning to feel mildly pathetic – wasting his Christmas sulking on the couch, pining over someone he’d probably never see again.
But loneliness was a hell of a drug.
Just roommates by Str4y [7,7k words] || roommates!au || explicit🔞
Hyunjin knows his roommate is a camboy. He’s cool with it. Minho’s cool with Hyunjin knowing that he’s a camboy too. Minho sits around camming and Hyunjin has never had interest in watching beyond that. It’s not like they’re infatuated with one another or anything. They’re just roommates, after all. Right?
Kneeling For You by svngiverse [5,8k words] || church camp!au || explicit🔞
Minho gets sent to church camp even though he knows nothing's going to happen. That was until he laid eyes on the priest's son that looked like an angel himself.
Minho doesn't want to be there, but of he is in there anyway, why not play with the priest's son?
starting line by etterklang [4,7k words]historical!au || explicit🔞
Hyunjin has been arranged to marry Lee Minho since his birth.
Yet somehow it's not the wedding itself that means the most to the matter of 'binding unions' and 'dedication to his husband, the future King'.
No, that's when later that night, he'll be giving his body over to Minho with six people watching them.
not rated || general || teen and up || mature || explicit🔞
✪ and this is tradition by icarusfallen [9,1k words] || royalty!au, historical!au || explicit🔞
“Off, off, off,” he calls out to him, kicking his own shoes off and crossing the distance between them to kneel down on the floor and start tugging on Jisung’s boots. “You’re a pig.”
“Honey, if you wanted me to get naked this quickly, all you had to do was ask.”
Hyunjin hits Jisung’s chest with Jisung’s own shoes, tossing it aside and rolling his eyes when Jisung falls back on the bed clutching his chest, accusing Hyunjin of mistreating a commoner.
“I’m going to report you to your father!”
✪ at least we were electrified by aliurolino [2,3k words] || college!au || teen and up
It's just like any other party Hyunjin has ever been to, ending up with his seven best friends drunk in Chan's bathroom, and he's in the bathtub making out with his best friend Jisung.
It's just like any other party Hyunjin has ever been to, until it isn't.
✪ disaster baby by flying_dream [24,8k words] || college!au || teen and up
five times Jisung embarrasses himself in front of Hyunjin, his super cute former-enemy-slash-friend-slash-crush, and the one time he does not.
even a fool knows this by softtofustew [14,6k words] || college!au || teen and up
the one where jisung, as the best friend of the heartbroken hyunjin, comes up with a foolproof, eight-step guide to getting over his ex (and tries not to fall in love with said best friend in the process).
Feeling My Faith Erode by btchbtchna & gidakata [9,5k words | 2 ch] || college!au, attempted murder, cults || explicit🔞
Hwang Hyunjin, the prettiest boy in Jisung’s seminar class, just approached him and asked him to what? Hang out and watch Star Trek together? If this was a dream, Jisung didn’t want to ever wake up. He should have been careful what he wished for.
✪ green and (coloring the greys) by kkyufms [2,8k words] || high school!au || teen and up
Jisung finds endless safety in all things Hyunjin.
i'm yours to claim by teajimi [6,7k words] || omegaverse!au || explicit🔞
Hyunjin finds his sworn enemy in the midst of his heat while they're snowed in together.
✪ If You Want These Kind Of Dreams by bloomering [7,6k words] || 1995!au, set in los angeles, ambiguous/open ending || mature
Three months ago, with one small suitcase in hand and a dream, Hyunjin arrived in LA.
When you are a child they tell you to dream big. At school they paint you a pretty picture of the perfect future and allow you to color in your own little way. It's easy. It's simple. The world is your oyster and you're allowed to play with it, have fun!
But you shouldn't fall for that trap.
You shouldn't fall like Hyunjin did.
✪ it's a melody, it's a battle cry, it's a symphony by icarusfallen [31k words] || ahs: coven!au || mature
“I’m not sweet,” it’s the answer that fell from his mouth, much to the other man’s amusement. It was weak though, especially with how Jisung knew it couldn’t be further from the truth.
“Hm, I’ll be the judge of that.”
It was Hyunjin inviting himself, inviting Jisung as well. He didn’t know why that possibility excited him so much, but at the thought of how much his heart fluttered at the mere presence of the man, charming personality and breathtaking looks, Jisung felt himself nodding in agreement.
leading into a new world by icarusfallen [3,3k words] || sci-fi, space!au, black mirror fusion!au || mature
Jisung wakes up in a bed.In his bed, he believes.
✪ mirror mirror by flying_dream [11,2k words] || soulmates!au, high school!au || teen and up
The first time Hyunjin sees Jisung, it's the crack of dawn on a Tuesday morning and he's screaming. Maybe it's because he's barely awake. Or maybe it's because he sees him in his bathroom mirror where his reflection should be.
Who said finding your soulmate would ever be easy?
never is an awfully long time by estrela [24,9k words | 3 ch] || college!au || explicit🔞
Jisung’s frat is throwing a Halloween party and he’s got plans to get laid that night. Of course, things don’t go as planned when he realizes he’s dressed in couples' costumes with the worst person possible.
✪ open your eyes and see by flying_dream [84,3k words | 7 ch] || college!au || not rated
Ever since they were children, Jisung and Hyunjin have never particularly gotten along. It's a given fact of life: the sky is blue, the sun sets in the west, and Hwang Hyunjin and Han Jisung hate each other. But then their friends somehow get it into their heads that they're dating and instead of setting them straight, the pair decide it's in their best interests to play along.
(In Jisung's defence, it isn't even his idea.)
pygmalion by 3GGRACHA [6,2k words] || android!au || explicit🔞
so maybe jisung is in over his head and shouldn't have tried to hack a very secure government file. on the other hand, maybe he has all the right resources to defend himself against the android they sent to kill him.
oh, but the android's pretty. it's very distracting.
The you I know by Hamburger55 [26,9k words | 5 ch] || canon compliant, time travel || teen and up
2018 Jisung swaps places with 2025 Jisung
Thistle by thisismk [53,2k words | 10 ch] || coffee shop!au, college!au || teen and up
the one where Hyunjin is an art student working on his MFA, struggling with a creative block. When he stumbles across a mysterious notebook that gives him new inspiration, his world is turned upside down by an aspiring musician with a mysterious past. Jisung promised himself he would never open up again, but something about the boy with paint stains on his jeans makes him think that there could be more to life than working in a coffee shop. Sometimes the only way to move on from pain is to love, and the only way to find true art is to create it with someone new.
✪ VORACIOUS by gidakata [9,3k words | 20 ch] || interactive fiction, horror, skz fam!au || explicit🔞
The interactive family fic! Explore your relationships, your dynamic with your family- all as loving mother, Hwang Hyunjin, who's been on... a bit of a vacation! Just remember, your house has... changed a bit. No, literally. Your house has changed a bit.
won't you be my kissaroo? by cygnus [21,2k words] || college!au || teen and up
5 times Jisung tries to kiss Hyunjin and gets rejected, and the (1) time Hyunjin finally lets him.
You Can't Cover Up My Heart by stay_healing [49,2k words] || model!au, make up artist!au || teen and up
Hyunjin is a model who intends to make a habit out of showing up to shoots with new tattoos so his makeup artist, Jisung, has to spend more time covering them up.
you got me locked up by icarusfallen [5,1k words] || spies & secret agents!au, trans male character || explicit🔞
“Doesn’t this remind you of Taiwan?”
This time Jisung does choke on his drink. Hyunjin has enough consideration to pat him on the back as he coughs and sets down his glass. When he does look at him again, Hyunjin has a smile on his lips.
“I think you and I remember Taiwan differently,” Jisung says, once he’s done hacking up a lung.
not rated || general || teen and up || mature || explicit🔞
✪ To Reach The Next Morning by gidakata [37,2k words | 2 ch] || zombie apocalypse!au || explicit🔞
Hyunjin is a teenager who's just moved in. Minho is a single dad of a teenager of his own, and, under arguably odd circumstances, they decide to spend Christmas together while caught in the middle of a storm. Also, there's weird blizzard zombies trying to kill them- and four other people trying to survive. Ft. child Felix & gangster Changbin.
not rated || general || teen and up || mature || explicit🔞
✪ A Blade Of Grass by gidakata [4,4k words] || horror || explicit🔞
“You… want to do shrooms? With me?” Changbin doesn’t sound skeptical, he just sounds confused. Rightfully so.
“Why not?” Hyunjin’s glowing.
Well, now Changbin’s definitely skeptical. Yes, Hyunjin is the type to push for things he wants to do, but never drugs. Never things like this... and knowing Minho? Well, as his roommate of a year now, the man was weird. He tried staying out of Minho’s business as much as possible.
“Okay, but… why?” Changbin says. “I have an essay due.”
“It won’t be as fun without you.” Hyunjin immediately whines. He knows if he whines he’ll get what he wants. He’s got Changbin wrapped around his finger.
adventure for two by bitsori [2,3k words] || road trip!au || teen and up
Changbin teaches Hyunjin that it's not the destination—is the journey that counts.
✪ like sand under fingernails by glissandos [17,1k words] || actors!au || teen and up
Hyunjin and Changbin are co-stars in a rom-com. The only problem? Behind the scenes, they hate each other with a burning passion. But when the last month of shooting takes place at a tropical resort far from the pressures of stardom, that hatred starts to morph into something entirely different, something neither of them can resist.
✪ [Number 16 Universe Part 4] Love Looks Not With The Eyes, But With The Mind by YourFutureWillBeBeautiful [2,4k words] || teen and up
Ever since Hyunjin had been a little kid, he'd always be the one pushing the dolls around in the prams, or tucking his plushies in at night, making sure each one had a kiss on the forehead and enough blanket to share so that the others didn't feel left out.
And maybe his time was running out, or maybe he'd just never been with the right person.
✪ M.I.A. by Str4y [34,8k words | 10 ch] || READ WARNINGS AND TAGS ;; plane crash!au, heavy angst, bad ending || explicit🔞
Changbin didn’t expect his baseball team's plane to crash on a remote island, but when it did he never expected the chaos that would follow.
As tensions rise, Changbin is sure they’ll never get home.
✪ make me your muse by iyouleeknow & SullenPast [10,6k words] || college!au || explicit🔞
There had always been something unspoken between them, whenever they'd meet up like this. They'd find time in between classes, quickly before lectures so that no one ever suspected. On paper, it seemed like they'd never work, but there was just something about Changbin that would keep Hyunjin coming back for more.One night, in between saffron-coloured oil paints and turpentine, Hyunjin finds himself realising that their feelings go a lot deeper than just sex.
punch-drunk (hurricane) by flying_dream [14,1k words] || college!au, open ending || mature
They’re not friends, they’re barely acquaintances. Hyunjin doesn’t know how to define what they are, he just knows that Changbin has him feeling so fucking good that he doesn’t care enough to ask.(They meet at a club on New Year's Eve. From there, things somehow spiral out of control.)
✪ [Number 16 Universe Part 3] The Folly Of Ambitions by YourFutureWillBeBeautiful [89,7k words | 20 ch] || teen and up
Relationships never really made much sense to Hyunjin. They were too stifling, too restrictive. He preferred his relationships to be casual and as free as possible; enjoying the thrill of the chase and men constantly pining after him.
In before he met Seo Changbin. Soon-to-be CEO, dripping in designer everything and totally ripe for the picking. He was a soft touch, two kids, a good job, and Hyunjin thought he had him figured out in a heartbeat.
Though, as it turned out, there was something a little different about him, and Hyunjin certainly didn't expect to wind up falling for him, too.
✪ through my fingers by linootys [1,8k words] || post-apocalypse!au, zombie apocalypse!au || mature
"Oh my god," Hyunjin manages, his own voice sounding choked and far away. "One of them bit you."
[Fate or Something Worse Part 3] Within the Den by Mntnsflrs [35,5k words | 7 ch] || crimes & criminals, road trip || explicit🔞
“Pack a bag,” the man said. “I’ll give you ten minutes, okay?”
Hyunjin sipped his coffee and winced. It was way too hot. “If you want something that sells for a lot of money you can just take my dad’s Jaguar. The keys are in the kitchen.”
“No – shit, I’m bad at this.” The man raked his hands through his hair. “Sorry. Sorry, this isn’t – Felix sent me. We’re going, we’re leaving – he said he can’t go without you.”
✪ You broke a rule because of me by Raiken [7,7k words] || college!au || explicit🔞
Hyunjin is a virgin at what he feels is an embarrassing age. He hires a sex worker, Changbin, to take his virginity. Changbin is skeptical of the situation, but agrees to do the deed for extra pay; however Changbin has the best night of sex he can remember, and refuses to accept the extra payment in the end.
not rated || general || teen and up || mature || explicit🔞
✪ Champagne Rain by dulcetchan [14,8k words] || car racing!au || teen and up
Felix presses the gas pedal nearly to the hilt, he watches the speedometer climb up, up, up, and then he changes to a bigger gear again. He hears nothing, and he hears everything – the blood surging through him, his heart pounding in his chest, the engine of the car nearly roaring. Felix swallows, he grips the wheel harder. He can feel sweat trickling down the back of his neck, down his back. Felix feels euphoric. Weightless. The speed is his aphrodisiac.
✪ Crime de la Crime by dulcetchan [52,8k words] || heist!au || teen and up
crème de la crème (noun).
- (idiomatic, singular only) best of the best; something superlative; the very best.
~*~
“Why me?”
“Chan wanted a pickpocket.”
“And how did he, out of all the pickpockets, of whom some are better than me, happen to hear about me?” Felix was going to coax the answer out of Changbin, all while slowly inching closer to him.
“I’m pretty certain you know the answer to that.” Changbin kept his gaze forwards, tried to not fall into Felix’s trap.
“Oh, Changbin, have you talked about me? Did my show impress you back then?”
✪ Metsänpeitto; never step inside a fairy ring by dulcetchan [9,3k words] || fairy tale!au || general
metsänpeitto; noun; lit. forest cover- a phenomenon used to describe people or domestic animals who went missing in nature for unexplained reasons; people "covered by forest" are described as not being able to recognize the terrain around them, even if they are on familiar grounds; usually created by fae living in the woods.
✪ Mostellaria by dulcetchan [21,5k words] || ghosts!au || teen and up
There is a house. There is a house on the hill. There’s a house on the top of the hill and it has been there for a long time. No one really knows how long, it just is there, somehow, it stands there tall and proud and old and creaky against the storms of the autumn, and it’s on top of the hill. There is a house, and in the house, there is a boy. He sits there, on the staircase leading upstairs, deep in his thoughts. He has been there for quite some time, too. But not as long as the house.
Mostellaria (latin, noun).
- a haunted house
Oblivious by squirrelsungie [4,8k words] || roommates!au || explicit🔞
Felix is possibly the most oblivious person in the world and doesn’t quite understand why Changbin’s face was red when he bent over looking for the remote.
Or
The four times when Felix unintentionally does risqué things and Changbin has the patience of a saint… until he doesn’t.
✪ [Stories Sung in the Sunken Sailor's Inn Part 2] Oceanborn by dulcetchan [20,5k words] || pirates!au || teen and up
“I said I wanted to thank you.” The candlelight turned the eyes to even deeper honey. Molten gold.
“What for?”
“For stepping out back in the captain’s cabin. You know, for saving my life.” Oh.
“Don’t think I did that for you.” Changbin bit his tongue in annoyance, he hated to see the shocked expression on that pretty face. He hated being the cause of it. But hey, he didn’t save the landlubber’s life because of him, but because of the possibilities of his father sailing after them. Right.
Right?
✪ [Stories Sung in the Sunken Sailor's Inn part 1] Oceanbound by dulcetchan [222,8k words | 38 ch] || pirates!au || teen and up
Blue, all around him. Boundless amounts of blue, all the way to the horizon, where the cloudless sky met the sea. Little islands dotted the view, Felix could see the outline of another ship far away from them. The wind swept his orange locks away from his face, made his eyes water. Sunshine sparkled against the sea, nearly blinding Felix. Laughter bubbled up from the depths of his chest. Felix wanted to let go of the mast, spread his arms and shout from the top of his lungs.
Yours truly, Prince Changbin by dulcetchan [20,7k words] || royalty!au || teen and up
Felix, the prince of Illusia, is supposed to marry Prince Changbin from the north, but the world and it's forces tear them apart before they even have time to get to know each other.
not rated || general || teen and up || mature || explicit🔞
✪ Exhibitions of a Dedicated Gore Whore by fangsandfortune [8k words] || porn!au, college!au || explicit🔞
“Nervous? What’s there to be nervous about? Like Chan wasn’t fucking me into another dimension on this very same spot not what? Three days ago?”
Felix bristles and rolls his eyes. He may have been making terrible use of his film degree at a borderline seedy porn company for the past few months, but it still catches him off guard hearing the filth that spills out of the mouth of the fresh faced boy he’d met at orientation what feels like a lifetime ago.
Veni Vidi Vicious by fangsandfortune [1,4k words] || vampires!au || explicit🔞
In life, Hyunjin was built of tempered chaos.
Felix had followed him for weeks, watching him stumble out of bars and wander the streets, with no regard for the night's many terrors. He’d welcomed violence in all of its forms – wielding his strength and his flippant attitude for mortality to cause nothing but pure havoc – burning a path of destruction that scorched the earth beneath his feet.
not rated || general || teen and up || mature || explicit🔞
✪ Fake It Till You Fuck It by megaotaku98 [13,3k words] || secret agents!au || explicit🔞
Go undercover, his boss said.
We need to catch our most wanted criminals, his boss said.
Seemed easy enough for Minho, except for one big part- he would have to pretend to be engaged to his mission partner, Chan.
And unbeknownst to anyone else, Minho was madly in love with Chan.
next page, next chapter by flying_dream [16,1k words] || teen and up
Chan falls in love with Minho like he falls into fatherhood: unexpectedly and with a couple of bumps along the way.
But hey, he's trying his best. That has to count for something, right?
teach me something new by wooyoungthighs [7,4k words] || college!au || explicit🔞
Chan and Minho hook up only to find out later that Minho is Chan's student. They dirty-talk it out.
Worthy by Str4y [6,4k words] || horror || explicit🔞
Minho loves his fiancé Chan, but he can’t help but think he’s hiding something from him.
He just never knew that secret would be so deadly.
not rated || general || teen and up || mature || explicit🔞
✪ curse of curves by babychannie [29k words] || omegaverse!au || explicit🔞
Felix's gorgeous new omega neighbor awakens something in him that he didn't even know existed. The fact that said neighbor is pregnant and therefore clearly spoken for doesn't make much of a difference.
even though i have it all (i want you more, more) by strayshined [51,1k words | 21 ch] || sugar daddy/sugar baby!au || explicit🔞
Chan's a disaster of a human being and bad at taking care of himself. Enter Felix, newbie sugar baby with his own problems. Together? They might just be something perfect.
I Just Wanna Taste it, Make it Hot by Shmo [3,3k words] || explicit🔞
Felix calls Chan 'Daddy' as a joke, but then it's suddenly not a joke anymore.
[Fate or Something Worse part 1] In Sheep's Clothing by Mntnsflrs [36,3k words | 7 ch] || crimes & criminals, road trip || explicit🔞
“I’m sorry about this,” the man said. He took a sip of his coffee before continuing, “It’s the lesser of two evils. A mother and her young children, or a single kid. It has to be you.”
you're my (secret) treasure by Safeira [7,8k words] || fantasy || explicit🔞
Tired of being called a coward by the village boys, Felix finally decides to go take a look at the cave that the village elders had forbidden them from ever trespassing.
What he finds is much larger than a bear or a wolf, and much deadlier.
Your Hands In Mine by koto [3,8k words] || college!au || general
Felix is an art student who keeps ending up with stuff on his face and Chan is whipped and can't stop staring at it.
not rated || general || teen and up || mature || explicit🔞
The Universe At The End of I-40 by TheSwingbyJeanHonoreFragonard [15,7k words] || summer, road trip!au || explicit🔞
They had been planning this for months: a cross-country road trip for all of the friends. For all seven of them. Like old times. They'd travel from Virginia to LA and then vacation for a week at the beach.
But life got in the way. Plans changed. Things happened. They dropped from seven to six to four...
Now there's only two of them hitting the road. The two that know each other the least in a situation that forces them to get to know each other best. And they have to make the best of it.
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