Y/N looks up in mild surprise; her fellow classmate's cheerful smile looks down at her, and if she's not mistaken, his cheeks seem flushed.
Must be the cold.
"Hi," she replies simply. She's not sure what else to say - she doesn't think she's ever spoken to him properly. He always seems so busy with his crowd of friends … and honestly, she finds them all a little intimidating.
Of course, that hasn't stopped her from falling head over heels for him.
"What are you doing?" Chan asks before crouching down beside her. His shoulder brushes her arm and she jumps, almost losing balance from her crouch.
"Taking pictures of the snowdrops," she says, pointing to a little cluster of mint green hidden beneath a thin layer of sparkling frost.
Chan leans closer, his gaze following her direction. His eyes soften when he sees the new blooms. "Did you know the Greek name for Snowdrops is Galanthus? It means milk flower."
Y/N looks at him in surprise. "You know Greek?"
"A little bit," Chan chuckles softly. "Did I impress you?"
Y/N nods. "You did."
"Good," Chan says. "That's what I'm trying to do."
Caught off guard, Y/N fully loses balance and lands backwards on her backside. The concrete is cold below her and she shivers, immediately scrambling to her knees.
"Are you okay?" Chan smiles; he reaches out and gently helps her back into her previous position, his hand warm at the small of her back. "Be careful … the ground is like ice at the moment."
He looks around, and spotting a rogue snowdrop away from the other flowers, Chan points towards it. "That flower is lonely."
"Poor thing," Y/N laughs softly. She doesn't expect him to do anything about it, so when he reaches out and gently plucks it from the frozen grass, she blinks at him in surprise.
The tips of his fingers grow red with cold as he carefully brushes the frost off of the petals, and after making sure there's no creepy crawlies hiding in the middle of it, Chan leans towards Y/N. He nestles the stem through her hair, tucking the flower into the small gap between her bobble hat and her ear.
Y/N is so surprised that she stares at him as her mouth slowly drops open. Her cold nose flushes further as Chan sits back again, observing his work with a satisfied smile.
"Now it has company," he says, rubbing the nape of his neck. "The flower met another flower."
Suddenly realising what he said, Chan's eyes widen and he covers his face with his hands. He screams through his fingers before hurriedly getting up to his feet, embarrassment flooding through his body.
"That was so cheesy," he says, rubbing his face. "I'm so sorry."
Then he runs away, muttering under his breath about going too far.
Staring after him in bewilderment, Y/N inhales slowly. She has no idea what just happened in the past five minutes, and thinking she was hallucinating, she reaches her hand to touch her hair.
The flower is still there and she exhales shakily. The boy has left behind a small mud stain on the concrete beside her from his trainers, and a faint cloud of sweet, boyish cologne. She shuts her eyes, wishing she could capture this moment in a single picture.
But after taking a shy selfie documenting the snowdrop in her hair, she realises there's no way she'll be able to truly capture this memory. The picture doesn't portray the cold temperature, nor does it show how fast her heart is beating under her padded coat. It also doesn't hold the scent of Chan's cologne that now seems to linger amongst the flower and her coat from where his hand rested against her back.
She swallows and slips her phone away into her pocket. She had begun to think this field trip was a complete waste of time; tracking up the biggest hill in their city only to come to a mud encased field seemed more underwhelming than she had thought.
But now she wonders if perhaps the stumbling boy with his flower has completely redeemed the trip for her.
Brushing her coat down, Y/N stands up and sets down the path again. She soon finds Chan pacing around like an old man near an equally old looking tree. He rubs his red hands for warmth, and Y/N only just realises he's not wearing a jacket; in fact, he's not even wearing a jumper, just a very thin looking t-shirt.
"Aren't you cold?" Y/N asks him.
Chan jumps as she approaches. His eyes melt when he notices she hasn't removed the flower, and his heart grows warm as he offers her what he hopes is a casual grin.
"Of course not," he says cheerfully. His words cause white clouds to emit from his mouth, which he bats away with a hand. "I'm okay."
Raising an eyebrow, Y/N reaches out and touches his hand with her fingers; his eyes widen at the contact, just as hers widen at how icy his skin feels.
Without hesitation, Y/N unzips her huge coat. She then pulls it off of her and walks towards a baffled looking Chan, before draping it around his shoulders.
"Here," she says, motioning for him to slip his arms in the sleeves. "I always buy oversized clothes so this should fit you."
"Hey, wait, no," Chan shrugs it off and tries to put it back on the girl, but she retaliates by quickly wrapping it back around him, mischievously zipping it all the way up with his arms stuck inside.
"You look like a burrito," Y/N giggles as Chan's eyes fall shut, a smile spreading across his face. "You can't get out now."
His hands fluttering out beneath the padding, Chan sighs. "But now you're cold."
Y/N shakes her head. She points to her huge hoodie. "I have three layers under this. I'm fine. You, on the other hand … why didn't you bring a jacket?"
Chan waddles closer to her as he smiles sheepishly. "I left it on the bus. And the bus went before I could get it."
Then he looks down. "Can you free my arms please?"
Giggling, Y/N nods. She unzips the coat and holds the sides open so Chan can slip his arms into the sleeves. He shivers with delight, nuzzling his nose down into the coat as Y/N zips it back up for him.
"You're so lucky we have the same bus on the way back," Y/N says. "Otherwise you'd have lost that coat for good."
"I know," Chan chuckles. "Stupid me, right?"
Then he playfully whacks Y/N on the arm with his sleeve. "Shouldn't the guy be the one to give the girl his jacket?"
Y/N smiles at that. "Sure. But one problem … you don't have one."
"I'll make sure I have a jacket next time then," Chan giggles, his cheeks flushing red all over again.
Y/N bites her lip. She resists the urge to throw herself at him and hug the life out of him.
"Hey Y/N?" Chan asks suddenly.
"Hmm?"
The boy looks down at his shoes. "Do you … um … maybe want to go on a date? Some time?"
Y/N stares. Whatever she was expecting him to say, it wasn't that.
All her words fly away at that moment, and she continues to stare at him blankly.
"It's okay if you don't want to … " Chan says, growing quiet. He laughs nervously. "I know I'm … pretty weird."
"No," Y/N shakes her head adamantly. "I … I'd love to go on a date with you."
Chan's eyebrows shoot up into his hair. "Really?"
"Yes, really," Y/N suddenly grins, and she covers her face with her hands. "I've had a crush on you for ages."
Chan's eyebrows seem to completely disappear as he stares at the girl in shock. "Are you joking?"
"No," Y/N says.
Chan suddenly groans. "Why didn't you ever say anything? I didn't think you liked me … you never speak to me."
"Because your friends scare me," Y/N whines. "And I didn't think you'd want me to talk to you … you're so popular. And I'm not."
Exhaling slowly, Chan steps closer to her. He shakes his head slightly before reaching out and closing his now warm fingers around hers. He laces his fingers through hers, holding her hand securely in his soft grip.
"You're so silly," Chan whispers, a goofy smile spreading across his face as he squeezes her hand. "I've liked you for ages. And my friends are the ones who always tell me to come talk to you … but I get shy."
Y/N looks down at their entwined hands. She can't help the huge smile spreading across her face. Her eyes sparkle and crinkle as she looks up at him.
"Looks like we're both silly then," she says.
Chan chuckles and nods. "Make sure you don't wear a jacket the next time I see you, okay?"
"Why?"
"So I can give you mine," Chan laughs, his thumb gently caressing the back of her hand. "I'm so embarrassed right now you have no idea."
Y/N doesn't know what else to say; instead she leans closer to him, and softly kisses his cheek.
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"Keep your voice down or you don't get anything," Chan says as he continues his route like nothing is happening. Everything is fine – I mean besides the fact that his fingers are plunged deep into your cunt. You're seat is rolled all the way back, your legs spread open trying to shut at the feeling of his fingers curling into you.
He's fingering you like he's trying to teach you a lesson, well because he is. Too many times Chan had caught Changbin starting at your ass practically peeking out from your dress, and of course it's your fault because you protested nobody would care that it was too short.
The dress mentioned is pulled up to your stomach letting your pussy feel the breeze from the air conditioning on. "Don't close your legs now baby. You're the one that wanted to be a slut."
His fingers pull out and slap your thighs to open – once you listen and immediately spread them his fingers find your pussy folds and roughly take them in between his index and middle finger, rubbing your nub.
"Chan–f-fuck!" You're legs clenched wanting to close them to keep his hands there forever. He continues to drive like nothing, the freeway lights shining on your silhouette from time to time.
Chan's fingers trail down to find your warm hole already leaking with your arousal. Pushing in two fingers instantly to open up and adjust to his thick fingers. You're own hands find your breast and squeeze them just like he would if he wasn't too focused on the road. You're other hand helps his wrist move to pump his fingers in the way you need him.
"That's it, guide me, you need me. Tell me you need me." He wishes he could see your face, he already knows it would be so beautiful with the way he's fucking his fingers into you. You're eyes would be rolled back with your mouth opened–to much to not let out soft whimpers your practically begging for more.
You tried to respond, you really did and that made him lose it. Chan's fingering pace quickens pushing and thrusting his fingers in to touch your gummy tight walls. "Say it now." He's done–gone, he needs you to tell him it.
You're soaking his fingers, you're juices flowing out and making his fingers wet to soak his knuckles. The poor seat under you is dripping down to your ass. His grip on the steering wheel gets tighter feeling you clench around his fingers.
"M'mmm–ah! Need, n-need you!" You're wrist encouraging him to keep hitting into you with that rhythm that makes you feel so fucking good you feel like you're about to squirt all over his expensive leather seats with his initials sowed in gold.
"Gonna cum! Ha– Oh f-ffuck Chan please!" You whine out. "Do it, show me how much you love being channie's little slut." With his words you do just that, you're legs shut his wrist in grinding into his palm as he continues to curl his fingers in and out of you to make you feel overwhelmed by the pleasure washing over you.
"Couldn't even keep it in? Came all over my seats," Chan says firmly finally pulling over. "Since you already got them dirty you're punishment is to give me another." All you hear is a seat belt unbuckle and his hands are on you instantly.
i just know this man loves to watch you on top of him while you ride. his the type of person to just edge you and watch with those eyes, wide and blown. drinking in every expression your face does.
so imagine...
his eyes were dark, half-lidded, locked on your face like it was the only thing in the world worth watching. you were straddling him, knees digging into the mattress on either side of his hips, his thick cock buried deep inside you. the stretch was perfect—almost too much—and every tiny shift of your body sent sparks racing up your spine.
his hands rested firmly on your hips, fingers pressing into your skin with just enough pressure to guide you. not let you move freely. not let you chase what you needed.
“easy, baby,” he murmured, voice low and smooth, that signature Chan tone that always melted you. “nice and slow for me. i want to feel every inch.”
you tried to sink down faster, desperate for friction, but his grip tightened, holding you right where he wanted. he pulled you down onto him in one long, deliberate stroke, then lifted you just as slowly until only the head of his cock remained inside you. the drag was torturous. delicious. maddening.
a broken whimper slipped from your lips.
chan smiled, soft and knowing. “look at you… already falling apart when we’ve barely started.” his thumbs stroked soothing circles over your hip bones, almost tender, while he kept the pace brutally languid. every time you rolled your hips or tried to grind down, he corrected you with effortless strength, forcing you back into those long, dragging movements that lit every nerve on fire but never quite gave you enough.
your face twisted—pleasure and frustration mixing until your brows furrowed and your lips parted on a silent gasp. he drank it in, gaze flicking between your eyes, your mouth, and the way your chest heaved with every controlled thrust.
“so pretty when you’re needy like this,” he cooed, voice dripping with affection even as he denied you. “i love watching you ride me. love how desperate your little pussy gets, clenching around me like you’re begging.”
you were close. so fucking close. the slow grind was building something deep and heavy in your core, your thighs trembling, walls fluttering around his cock. your fingers dug into his chest as you chased it—chan pulled you down hard and held you there, stopping all movement. his cock throbbed inside you, but he refused to let you move even an inch.
“not yet, sweetheart,” he whispered, leaning up to brush his lips against your jaw. “you can take a little more for me, can’t you? just a little longer.”
a frustrated sob tore from your throat. your body ached, muscles tight and desperate, orgasm hovering right there, cruelly out of reach. he watched every flicker of emotion cross your face. the way your eyes watered, the way your lips trembled, the way you looked at him like he was both your salvation and your torment.
“that’s it… that’s my good girl,” he praised softly, finally letting you move again in those same agonizingly slow strokes. up. down. dragging. deep. “let me see you like this a little longer. so fucking beautiful when you’re edged and dripping for me.”
he kept you there, teetering on the edge for what felt like forever, cooing praises, watching your face, hands never leaving your hips as he controlled every second of your pleasure. only when your thighs were shaking uncontrollably and your voice cracked on his name did his grip finally loosen, eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
“now, baby… ride me properly. let me feel you cum all over my cock.”
you didn’t hesitate. you braced your hands on his chest and started moving faster, harder, chasing the release he’d been dangling in front of you for so long. the wet sounds of your pussy sliding up and down his thick cock filled the room, obscene and slick.
chan groaned low in his throat, eyes still glued to your face. “that’s it… fuck, just like that. use me, sweetheart.”
your thighs burned, but the pleasure was overwhelming. every drag of his cock against that perfect spot inside you had you moaning loudly, head falling back. chan’s hands stayed on your hips, helping you now instead of restricting, pulling you down harder every time you sank onto him.
“you’re so close, aren’t you?” he cooed, voice rougher than before. “i can feel you squeezing me so tight. let go, baby. cum for me.”
your pace turned frantic, hips rolling and grinding as that coil in your belly finally snapped. a broken cry tore from your throat as your orgasm crashed over you. your walls pulsed hard around his cock, thighs shaking violently while pleasure flooded every nerve. chan watched every second of it. the way your face contorted in ecstasy, mouth open, eyes glassy and unfocused.
“good girl… such a good fucking girl,” he praised, voice thick with lust.
but he didn’t let you slow down.
instead, chan tightened his grip again and started thrusting up into you from below. hard, deep, relentless strokes that punched the air out of your lungs. you were still riding the high of your first orgasm when the overstimulation hit like electricity.
“chan— ahh— wait—!” you gasped, body jerking.
“i’m not done yet, baby,” he growled softly, eyes dark and hungry. “need to feel you again. just one more. you can give me that, can’t you?”
his pace was punishing now. the head of his cock dragged against your oversensitive walls with every powerful thrust, turning your moans into high-pitched, desperate whimpers. tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as pleasure bordered on too much, your clit grinding against his pelvis with every snap of his hips.
“look at me,” he breathed, one hand sliding up to cup your jaw, thumb brushing your lower lip. “let me see that pretty face while i fuck you through it.”
you couldn’t stop the sobs and cries spilling from your mouth. everything felt too intense, his cock stretching you, the wet slap of skin on skin, the way he was staring at you like he wanted to devour every expression you made.
chan’s thrusts grew erratic, breath coming in rough pants. “fuck… you feel so good. gonna cum, baby— shit—”
his grip on your hips turned almost bruising as he buried himself deep and came hard, thick pulses of his release flooding you while he moaned your name. the feeling of him throbbing and spilling inside you, combined with his relentless pace, pushed you over the edge again without warning.
your second orgasm hit even harder than the first. a sharp, shattering wave that made your vision blur. you clenched violently around his cock, body shaking uncontrollably as you came with a broken scream, tears slipping down your cheeks from the overwhelming pleasure.
chan kept shallowly thrusting through both of your orgasms, milking every last drop of pleasure until you were both trembling and spent. only then did he finally slow, pulling you down against his chest and wrapping his arms around you.
he pressed soft kisses to your damp forehead, your cheeks, your lips, murmuring praises between each one.
“you did so well… my perfect girl. took everything so beautifully.”
his cock was still buried inside you as you both caught your breath, his hands gently stroking up and down your back while you shivered in the aftershocks.
yeah, he definitely loves watching you ride him even though he already did it countless of times.
warnings|| insecurity, could be read as chubby/overweight reader, fluffff, chan is the embodiment of perfect
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not even in a dirty way, he just want to cuddle while watching a movie, maybe make you sit there as you two work on your own thing, he wants to feel you as close as possible to him, yet everytime he asked you to, you found a way to change the topic and get out of it without refusing directly, you never told him why and he never asked too much, he just assumed that you wanted your time to get comfortable, but that time wouldn't stretch to a year and a half?
year and a half of bangchan yearning from afar for you, a year and a half of failing attempts to get you in his lap, even while sleeping you don't want to lie on top of him, how he managed to live this whole year without combusting is beyond him.
he should be crowned for bravery and patient, no man can handle not having the love of their life molding into their skin, what's the point of all that weight lifting if he can't get you to be on him?!
so he started throwing bigger hints, the bubble workout videos, the outrageous weight he lifted, all for you to see how strong he is, he'd send them privately "look how much i have improved, love. what do you think?" "that's so cool I'm proud of you!!"
cool? cool?! that's not what he wanted to hear! where is the "can you lift me?" the challenge he expected to come from you! then he'll show you just how strong he is and come literally lift you up then you'll be all impressed and you'll finally sit on his lap, where is all of that? can't you see how much he's doing and hinting at you? all he want is for his love to lean on him why is that so much to ask?
so after millions of failed hints he finally decided to come and talk about it clearly—you were in the kitchen doing whatever you were doing when he suddenly appeared beside you, leaning on the counter and looking intensely at you.
you looked at him in confusion "um, everything's okay?" you asked, feeling weirded out from his intense gaze. "no," he said simply, taking a step closer to you "i have a question and i need you to answer it", you looked around nervously before giving a forced smile "sure...?"
he let out a sigh and gave you a worried look "tell me, do i make you uncomfortable?" you paused—looking at him dumbfounded "what? no! where did that come from??" you frowned in concern, have you done something to make him feel like that? god, bangchan was the perfect boyfriend you could ask for, why would he ever feel like this
"then please tell me, why do you always avoid being close to me?"
"i don't–" "yes you do, you don't sit on my lap and you don't want to lay on my chest when we sleep, you always refuse to ride on my back when i do pushups even i specifically ask you to! i just want to know if I'm doing something wrong..." the pleading, worried look he was giving you made it so hard to avoid answering him.
you look away, biting your lip as you wonder how to phrase your answer "it's not you, i just.." you murmur fidgeting with your fingers "..i don't want to hurt you" you glanced up at him only to see his expression shifting to confusion "hurt me?" he asked, "i mean, like I'm a bit heavy so i don't want to hurt you" you said fast, fighting yourself to not get teary eyed.
"are you serious?" chan was looking at you like you said the most outrageous thing he has ever heard in his life "love, i lift weights that at least three times of yours" "i know but it—" you cut yourself off when you saw him stepping closer to you, and in a blink of an eye you feel yourself getting lifted off of the ground, you let out a yelp as your upper half dangled on his shoulder while he had a strong grip on your legs.
you grabbed his shoulder and looked back at him "chan put me down!", "no" he said simply and adjusted your position like you weighted nothing, now he had his arm around your thighs in a more comfortable grip "if you won't listen to words then I'll show you that i can handle you" he said and started walking around the house
all your fussing and struggle went on deaf ears, bangchan was determined to show you how absurd your excuse was when he was your boyfriend, so you spent the next three hours lying on his shoulder as he did random things around the house.
so the next time you better just accept your fate and sit on his lap because he will do it again.
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a/n|| i feel like i forgot how to write oh my god i did so much smau/fake texts and didn't write at all for weeks, please tell me i didn't forget how to write and this is still good cause im gonna cry
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STRAY KIDS HYBRIDS AU : OT8 STRAYKIDS X HYBRID RAGDOLL CAT FEM READER
Summary : Hybrids is well known to public, and in the entertainment industry, idols owning hybrids wasn’t unusual. Stray Kids have one, a pure ragdoll cat hybrid. Not as a pet, but more like a family, A Pack for her.
Pairing : Stray Kids OT8 x F!Reader
Tags : Angst ( I love angst), and fluff
A/N : This is my first time writing, so advice, tips and critics are helpful :). English isn't my first language so I used tools to help me write.
Thank you all, but I'm gonna closed the taglist for now.
Peace never really lasted long. The tension returned quietly.
Subtly.
Like water slowly filling a room.
It started with small misunderstandings. Tiny things.
Barely noticeable individually.
Yet somehow every incident chipped away at you piece by piece.
Until eventually—
Even the members started looking at you differently sometimes.
Confused.
Concerned.
Wary.
It happened three days later.
You’d just finished helping fold laundry when loud voices suddenly echoed from the living room.
“What happened to this?!”
Han’s voice thundered out of his room, he rushed to the living room with heavy step. You walked out instinctively to see what had happened. Minho, Chan, Changbin and Hyunjin gathered near the couch staring at something in Han’s hands. Your stomach dropped instantly.
A sweater.
Cream-colored.
Shredded badly across one sleeve.
The fabric looked clawed apart.
Han stared at it in disbelief. “This is my favorite sweater…”
Your ears lowered immediately. You recognized it. Han lent it to you three days ago because you said it smelled so nice and comforting with his scent on it. You remembered wearing it once before tossing it into the dirty laundry bin afterward.
That was it.
Before you could even process anything—
Jina suddenly appeared from the kitchen with the rest of the Maknaes. She’s there because Felix invited her to movie night and apparently they were preparing snacks and drink.
“Oh my god, what happened?” Her eyes widened dramatically seeing the sweater. “Han, isn’t that your favorite one?” Han only can nodded sadly still staring down the sweater in his hand.
“Yeah…”
Jina moved closer sympathetically and rubbed his shoulder. “Aww…”
Then—
Her gaze shifted toward you. Sharp.
“How could you do that to him?”
The room suddenly felt very still.
You blinked with confusion.
“…What?”
“He literally lent it to you because he was being nice.”
Your heartbeat stumbled.
“No, I didn’t—”
Jina tilted her head lightly.
“Then how did it get clawed up like that?”
Everyone’s eyes slowly drifted toward your hands.
Toward your nails.
Your stomach dropped violently. How could she accused you like that.
“I—”
“Only you have claws in here, and it's pretty obvious that poor sweater got clawed up” Jina continued softly, sounding like she's concern to others but not you.
Not loud but reasonable.
Which somehow made it worse.
The room suddenly felt suffocating.
Too many eyes.
Too much silence.
Your breathing turned uneven instantly.
“It wasn’t me,” you whispered.
But it sounded weak even to yourself.
Han looked conflicted.
Not angry.
Just confused.
“I mean…” he muttered softly, “maybe just be more careful next time?” looking at me with sad boba eyes. Accusation linger in his eyes.
Next time?
Like it was already decided that the culprit is really you.
Your chest constricted painfully.
“It wasn’t me,” you repeated.
Quieter now.
Your ears flattened low.
Nobody answered immediately.
Then softly—
Felix spoke.
“Maybe we should trim your nails a little, Sunny.”
You looked up instantly wide-eyed.
Your nails.
The nails the members once adored painting for you.
Chan choosing colors carefully.
Hyunjin decorating tiny gems onto them.
Felix holding your hands gently while waiting for polish to dry.
“You have such pretty hands,” they used to tell you.
Now—
Now your claws sounded dangerous and problematic. Something needing to be fixed.
You instinctively grabbed your own hands tightly.
Protectively.
“…Okay,” you whispered automatically.
Even though deep down you already knew you wouldn’t do it.
The room slowly dispersed afterward.
Conversation moving on awkwardly.
The other returning to the kitchen to grabbed the snack they prepared earlier.
Like nothing happened. But you remained standing there feeling so small and humiliated. Trying desperately not to cry over a stupid sweater.
Eventually only one person stayed behind.
Seungmin
You didn’t notice him approaching until he stopped directly in front of you.
Quietly, gently—
He slipped one hand beneath your chin. Lifting your face carefully. Your watery eyes met his. The other hand moved to your head. Softly petting between your ears.
Comforting.
Steady.
“Y/N.”
His voice stayed calm. Gentle.
“Tell me honestly.”
A whimper escape involuntarily from you.
“Was it really you?”
The question should’ve hurt.
Instead somehow it felt like relief.
Because unlike everyone else…
Seungmin sounded like he actually wanted the answer.
Not assumptions.
Not easy conclusions.
Just the truth.
Your eyes burned fiercely.
“It wasn’t me,” you said firmly this time.
Not small.
Not weak.
Just hurt.
Frustrated.
Certain.
Seungmin held your gaze for several long seconds.
Then nodded once.
“Okay.”
That was it.
No hesitation.
No doubt.
Just—
Okay.
And somehow that tiny bit of trust nearly made you cry harder than the accusations did.
He directed you to sit on a sofa with him, and draped a blanket to you.
After the sweater incident, something inside you quietly changed.
Not all at once.
Not dramatically.
Just slowly.
Like a candle burning lower and lower every day. You became more careful around the members after that. Too careful.
You watched your claws constantly now, fingers curling into your sleeves whenever someone got close.
You stopped casually leaning on them.
Stopped climbing into laps.
Stopped touching first.
Even your tail seemed quieter lately, no longer wrapping around wrists or brushing affectionately against their legs without thought.
The members noticed eventually. Just not in the way you hoped.
“Y/N, you’re acting weird.”
You nearly dropped the water bottles you were carrying at Felix’s words.
“I’m not weird,” you answered quickly.
Too quickly.
Felix tilted his head slightly.
“You’ve been avoiding everyone.”
“I’m not.”
But even you heard the weakness in your voice.
Because you were.
Not intentionally.
You were just… scared.
Scared of bothering them.
Scared of being annoying again.
Scared of accidentally doing something wrong.
So instead, you hovered at a distance now.
Still helpful.
Still smiling.
Still trying your hardest.
Just quieter.
Smaller.
You helped staff prepare stage outfits.
You organized schedules.
You cleaned endlessly.
You offered massages whenever practices ran late.
“Do your shoulders hurt?”
“Anyone want help stretching?”
“Chan, you’ve been hunched over too long.”
Sometimes they accepted.
Mostly they smiled apologetically and declined.
“It’s okay.”
“You should rest instead.”
“Maybe later.”
Always later.
Later never came anymore.
The anxiety settled into your body quietly after that.
You stopped sleeping properly.
Dark circles formed beneath your eyes.
Your appetite disappeared little by little.
Even your ears drooped more often now.
Still—
Whenever anyone looked your way, you smiled immediately.
Bright.
Cheerful.
Easy.
Like nothing hurt at all.
One evening there was a soft knock on your bedroom door. You sat up immediately from where you’d been laying on the bed. “…Come in?”
The door creaked open carefully. I.N peeked inside. Your face brightened automatically. “Jeongin?”
He stepped in quietly.
Unlike the others lately, he looked at you carefully.
Really carefully.
“How are you?”
The question caught you off guard.
For a split second, something vulnerable almost surfaced.
But instinct kicked in first.
You smiled brightly.
“I’m good!”
Lie.
“I’m really excited about the new project too, hope Stays will like it like I do.” Another lie. Your tail swished weakly behind you trying to sell the act.
Jeongin didn’t answer immediately. Instead he sat beside you on the bed silently. The mattress dipped slightly beneath his weight. You felt oddly nervous under his gaze.
“What?”
“You look tired.”
Your smile faltered briefly.
“I’m okay.”
His brows furrowed softly.
“There are dark circles under your eyes.” He brought his hand to your cheek, brushing it with his thumb.
Your ears twitched downward automatically.
You quickly laughed it off.
“I just haven’t slept much.”
“Why?”
You froze.
Because how could you answer honestly?
Because I cry too much at night lately.
Because I overthink every interaction until morning.
Because I’m terrified you all don’t love me the same anymore.
Instead you shrugged lightly.
“Busy.”
Jeongin stared at you for a long moment.
Then suddenly—
“Massage me.”
You blinked.
“…Huh?”
His lips curved slightly. “My shoulders hurt.”
The change in your expression was immediate. Your ears perked upright instantly. Your tail swished rapidly behind you. “Really?!”
Jeongin laughed softly at your reaction. “Yeah.”
You nodded aggressively. “Mhm! Okay!”
The happiness that flooded your face made something ache strangely in Jeongin’s chest. Like he’d forgotten how desperate you’d become for tiny moments of being needed. He thought back to last few days where he noticed how antsy you looked standing near the members or in the corner for practice room.
In his and Chan's room, you sat behind him carefully while he relaxed against the edge of his bed.
“Tell me if I press too hard.”
“Okay.”
Your fingers moved gently against his shoulders.
Experienced and careful.
Years of taking care of the members made you surprisingly good at things like this. Jeongin practically melted after only a few minutes.
“Oh my god.”
You giggled softly.
“Too much pressure?”
“No,” he groaned dramatically. “This is amazing.”
Your tail puffed proudly.
“Really?”
“You’re so good at this.”
Warmth bloomed through your chest instantly.
You pressed gently against a tense spot near his shoulder blades.
Jeongin hissed quietly.
“Ow— okay, maybe not there.”
“Sorry!”
“No, no, keep going.”
Eventually his posture loosened completely.
Eyes half-lidded.
Breathing slower.
Relaxed.
“You always take care of us,” he murmured sleepily.
Your hands paused briefly.
“I like taking care of you guys.”
Jeongin smiled faintly.
“You’re too kind.”
Your heart fluttered unexpectedly. Because once upon a time, hearing things like that made you happy. Now it almost made you sad, because it reminds you how much you needed those kind words from the members. Like kindness was the only thing you were valued for anymore.
Still, you smiled anyway.
At least tonight someone needed you again.
Later, after the massage ended, Jeongin stretched lazily across the bed before glancing toward you.
“Sleep here tonight.”
Your eyes widened.
“Huh?”
He shrugged casually.
“Everything’s tense lately because of how hectic work is.”
Then quieter—
“And I really wanna cuddle you right now.”
It’s so rare to see Jeongin being so affectionate, not to you tho. He loves you so much, basically he doesn’t hold back his affection for you. You nodded quickly.
“…Okay, let me get ready for bed.”
That night felt peaceful for the first time in weeks. Jeongin wrapped around you sleepily while mumbling nonsense half-asleep. Your tail curled around his wrist.
And for several precious hours—
The loneliness eased.
After that, hope returned dangerously fast. Maybe things really could go back to normal. Maybe you just needed to try harder.
So you did.
You became brighter again.
More affectionate.
More present.
You laughed louder during schedules.
Cheered them on during rehearsals.
Brought snacks unexpectedly.
Played around more.
And slowly—
Some of the members started responding again.
Not fully.
But enough to keep your heart chasing after them desperately.
Then one afternoon, something unexpected happened.
“We’re taking you out.”
You blinked at Hyunjin in confusion.
“…What?”
“Date day,” Felix added cheerfully.
Your ears shot upright.
“With us.”
You stared blankly.
Outside?
Publicly?
That almost never happened. Not because hybrids were hated. Actually, hybrids were adored publicly. Especially idols’ hybrids. Fans even made edits, collected merchandise, and ran fanpages. Some hybrids even modeled professionally or became ambassadors themselves.
And STAYs—
STAYs loved you.
Even though you rarely appeared publicly, clips of you helping the members spread online constantly.
Fans adored your fluffy Ragdoll ears.
Your soft and cute personality.
The way the members spoiled you.
There were entire accounts dedicated to “SKZ’s hidden ninth member.”
But despite that—
The members still worried.
People online could be cruel sometimes.
Possessive.
Jealous.
And the boys hated the idea of anyone hurting you.
So public outings stayed rare.
Which made this feel even more special.
The day outside felt almost unreal.
Warm sunlight.
Crowded streets.
Hyunjin buying you expensive desserts dramatically.
Felix laughing every time your ears twitched at loud noises.
You visited clothing stores.
Small cafés.
Bookshops.
A park near the river.
And for the first time in weeks—
You genuinely laughed.
Not forced.
Not careful.
Real laughter.
At one point Felix held your hand while crossing the street absentmindedly.
At another, Hyunjin tucked a strand of hair behind your ear while complaining your style was “wasted potential.”
“You’d look pretty in softer colors.”
“I like black hoodies.”
“You dress like a tired college student.”
“You dress like a divorced art professor.”
Felix nearly choked laughing between you both.
You needed this more than you realized. Needed them. Needed proof you still belonged beside them.
At the park, children pointed excitedly at your ears. Other hybrids smiled knowingly as they passed. A tiny bunny hybrid waved shyly toward you. You waved back immediately.
Felix snapped a candid photo while laughing.
“Cute.”
“No pictures!”
“Too late.”
Hyunjin smirked.
“STAYs would explode if they saw this.”
Your tail swished shyly behind you.
And for a little while—
Everything felt warm again.
Like home.
But not everyone was happy about it.
Back at the company building, Jina watched from across the hallway as Felix showed Chan photos from the outing.
You laughing.
Hyunjin feeding you cake.
Your smiling eyes crinkled happily in sunlight.
The members looked lighter too.
More affectionate again.
Jina’s jaw tightened subtly.
Annoyance flickered sharply across her face.
Because despite everything—
You were still slipping back into their hearts.
Still loved.
Still theirs.
Her nails tapped slowly against her coffee cup.
Then—
A small smile spread across her lips.
Sharp.
Calculated.
Almost amused.
“Oh,” she murmured softly to herself.
“If that’s how it is…” Another idea already formed quietly in her mind.
genre: Fluffy, angsty, and if you squint hard enough a sprinkle of smut
tags: emotional themes (grief, abandonment, burnout) slow burn, so much praise, insecurities and self-worth issues, emotional intimacy, single dad au, strangers to lovers
summary: he moves into the house across from yours in the quiet cul-de-sac and you don’t think much of it at first. Just a new neighbor, that’s all. You don’t know much about him, only that he works on cars in his garage, mows his lawn shirtless like he’s trying to be a problem on purpose, and always looks a little too tired. Should be easy to ignore. Right?
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Part One
summary: A quiet cul-de-sac, a man who keeps to his garage, and a life that looks sealed off from the outside. Until a little girl opens the door you didn’t know was there. What starts as curiosity turns into small everyday crossings of distance, where tired hands, shared meals, and soft routines begin to blur the line between neighbor and something more.
preview:
Three days later, Chan learned two very important things.
One: His daughter had somehow become emotionally attached to you at alarming speed.
And two: You were apparently immune to embarrassment.
“Dad,” the toddler whispered loudly from the shopping cart seat, “there she is.”
He looked up immediately and spotted you near the produce section, dressed in soft shorts and an oversized shirt while carefully inspecting mangos like your life depended on it.
He barely had time to fully think and react before his daughter started waving both arms aggressively from the cart.
“HI!”
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Part Two
summary: You didn’t mean to become part of their routine.But somewhere between late dinners, early mornings, and a child who loves loudly without hesitation, the line between helping and staying starts to disappear quietly, without permission.
preview:
For once, Chan didn’t immediately have a response, he just looked at you, like he was trying to decide what to do with that.
His gaze dropped briefly, towards your mouth, then back up. A tiny movement of course, something that was easy to miss.
But for you, impossible to ignore.
Your breath caught, and so did his.
And suddenly the space in between you felt very little, very quiet.
in which your friend felix introduces you to his friend group. you immediately know you're not going to get along with their leader. he's arrogant, controlling and becoming your number one enemy. but neither of you can deny the deep-rooted desire for each other.
mdni!
warnings: heavy sexual themes, enemies, fem reader, jerking off, mentions of porn, name calling (bitch/whore/slut), a little sprinkle of degradation, deep throating (choking on his cock), use of toys (vibrator), oral, fingering, marks (hickeys/bites), bondage, safe words, spanking, unprotected sex, breeding (let me know if i forgot anything), mentions of food
wc: 9.6k
based on this drabble
felix should have warned you before introducing you to his group. instead, he had only grinned the entire drive over, one hand lazily drumming against the steering wheel while saying things like “just don’t let chan scare you off.” as if that could have prepared you for what would happen.
but you understood the second you walked in. the room shifted around him. conversations paused when he spoke. people looked at him before making decisions. even sitting back against the couch with one arm slung over the backrest, chan carried himself like he owned the place and everyone inside it.
and apparently, everyone let him.
your first impression of him settled quickly: arrogant. controlling. the kind of man who expected obedience simply because he existed.
his first impression of you formed just as fast. too observant.
he noticed the way your eyes tracked everything, the way you watched interactions instead of trying to force yourself into them. most people met him and got nervous. eager to please. careful with their words.
you didn’t. worse, you looked at him like something didn't sit right.
felix introduced you with an easy grin, entirely unaware of the tension that sparked the moment chan’s gaze landed on you.
chan leaned back slightly, eyes dragging over you once before he gave a curt nod. “heard a lot about you.” you smiled politely but your tone sounded anything but. “ditto.”
a few people in the room choked on their drinks. felix looked between the two of you like he’d just realised he accidentally lit a match near gasoline.
chan's eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly. and that was the beginning of it.
after that, it became a pattern, predictable in the most irritating way possible. every time you showed up, chan noticed immediately.
it didn’t matter if he was mid-conversation, or across the room pretending not to pay attention, the second you walked in, his focus shifted. like some invisible thread pulled tight between you.
you noticed it too. the way his eyes found you first. always. and somehow, every single interaction between the two of you turned into a fight.
“we’re ordering from rossi’s,” chan announced one night from the kitchen, barely glancing up from his phone. “rossi’s is awful,” you said immediately.
a silence fell over the room. han muttered, “oh, here we go.” chan looked up slowly. “awful?”
“their pasta tastes microwaved.”
“it’s italian. one of the only italian places around here."
“that doesn’t automatically make it good.”
he stared at you for a second too long before scoffing softly. “you always this difficult?”
you leaned against the counter. “you always this bossy?”
his mouth twitched, like he was trying not to smile.
that should’ve warned you. because after that, he started seeking you out. deliberately.
if you sat somewhere, suddenly chan needed that exact spot. if you disagreed with something, he’d argue just to keep you talking longer. if someone else interrupted your banter, he looked annoyed by it.
and the worst part? you kept engaging. every single time.
“move,” he told you one evening when you stole his usual seat on the couch. you looked up from your drink. “there are six other places to sit.”
“that’s my spot.”
you scoffed, “sounds made up.” the room went quiet again. felix was already grinning into his drink.
chan stepped closer, towering over the couch while you refused to move even an inch. “you enjoy testing me.”
“you enjoy acting like a fucking dictator.”
“someone has to keep order around here.”
you snorted. “order? how dramatic."
his eyes narrowed. yours sparkled with amusement.
and there it was again, that awful little pull between irritation and entertainment that neither of you seemed capable of escaping.
because no matter how much chan acted annoyed by you, he kept looking for reasons to provoke you. he’d throw comments your way from across the room just to watch you snap back.
he learned exactly what got reactions out of you. the fastest way to make you glare. the quickest way to make you roll your eyes. the comments that made your lips twitch because you were trying not to laugh.
and god, he loved when you laughed. especially if it was usually at his expense.
“you know,” you said one night after he interrupted somebody for the fifth time, “normal people let others finish speaking.”
“normal people have useful things to say.”
you groaned in annoyance, “see? this is exactly why i can’t stand you.”
“funny." he drawled, eyes fixed on you over the rim of his drink, “why do you keep talking to me then?"
your stomach flipped annoyingly hard at that. because he was right. you looked away before anyone noticed the heat crawling into your face.
but later that night, while everyone else talked around him, you caught chan watching you from the other side of the room, completely focused, making it feel far more dangerous than the arguing ever had.
chan realised something was wrong the first time you followed him without actually being there.
he was at the studio, headphones hanging around his neck while he stared blankly at the unfinished track glowing on the monitor in front of him. one hand tapped impatiently against the desk. the bass loop repeated. and repeated. and repeated.
all because his brain kept replaying something stupid you’d said three nights ago. “you always act like you’re in charge even when nobody asked you to be.”
he could still hear the smugness in your voice. could still picture the look on your face when you’d said it.
“for fuck’s sake,” he muttered under his breath, dragging both hands over his face. it was ridiculous. you were ridiculous. annoying. argumentative. impossible.
so why the hell was he thinking about you while trying to work? even worse, why did the thought of you make his chest tighten strangely?
he shoved the feeling away immediately. hatred. obviously. that had to be what this was.
except hatred usually didn’t make his pulse jump every time his phone lit up with a message in the group chat, secretly hoping it was you.
hatred shouldn't make his cock hard. and it definitely shouldn't make his thoughts slip to you when he was jerking off.
hatred shouldn’t have made him notice your absence the second he walked into felix’s apartment friday night.
he asked about you before he could stop himself. felix looked up so fast it was almost suspicious. “damn,” he said slowly. “you didn’t even say hi first.”
chan frowned immediately. “i was just asking.” felix smirked at that, “sure you were.”
he ignored the grin spreading across felix’s face and scanned the room again anyway. you weren’t there. and suddenly, the night felt off. quieter, less entertaining. he hated that most of all.
and once he noticed it, he couldn’t stop noticing it. every room he entered, his eyes searched for you automatically. every conversation felt slightly duller when you weren’t interrupting him halfway through it. every joke landed flatter when it wasn’t making you roll your eyes.
it got worse after that. at the gym, he caught himself thinking about the way you looked at him whenever you argued, so... unimpressed. like you enjoyed challenging him just as much as he enjoyed provoking you.
this was the first time he felt the pressing need to jerk off. to the thought of you.
he rushed home from the gym, cock already half-hard in his pants. had been for the past hour. even an ice-cold shower did nothing.
he dropped his gym back to the floor, making his way to his room immediately, dropping onto his bed. he ran his hands over his face, grabbing his hair.
"fuck you." he said into the empty room before grabbing his hard on through his shorts, squeezing it.
he didn't want to do it, jerking off to you. his pride, his ego, screamed at him to stop. to not do this with you on his mind. he grabbed his phone, unlocking it with one hand while his other slipped into his pants.
porn should do it. watching any other chick, hearing her moans instead of your fucking laugh in his mind. porn used to be his remedy when his mind wouldn't shut up about you. but right now it did nothing. he only saw you. only heard you.
he groaned in frustration, closing the tab on his phone, forcing his hand to stop working his cock. it twitched desperately in his fist, demanding more.
he wanted to text you. to tell you to stop invading his thoughts. tell you how much he hated you. for being so fucking mouthy. for making it impossible for him to jerk off properly. to demand you to do something about it. but he knew you'd only mock him for it.
his thumb moved on its own as it opened his photo gallery. he didn't notice what he was searching for until he found pictures of the last time you hung out with the group.
he loved the shirt you were wearing back then. loved how it made your tits look. fuck. suddenly he was thinking about your tits, wondering what they'd feel like in his hands. he imagined you arching your back, leaning into the touch as he grabbed them, squeezed them, pinched your nipples until you were whimpering.
his hand started moving on his cock again without him realising. his mind was too far gone. he thought about swirling his tongue around your nipples, sucking on them, wondering what your moans would sound like.
but he didn't only want to suck your nipples. he wanted to suck the soft flesh surrounding them. sucking, biting until it left a mark. right on your precious tit. he'd cover you in them, leaving marks all over you. fuck, you'd look so beautiful when he was done with you.
he noticed his fist jerking his cock only when he groaned involuntarily, his eyes fixated on the screen, on the picture of you. he wanted you. needed you. so bad it made his balls tighten.
he felt his orgasm approaching. fuck no, he couldn't cum to the thought of you. no matter how many times he thought of you while jerking off, he always managed to distract himself enough, think of anything but you when he found his release.
but right now he couldn't stop. couldn't stop imagining leaving his marks on you. he wanted to spank you until your butt cheeks were all red and covered in his handprints. finally making you realise who was in fucking charge.
the thought of you surrendering to him, to having his way with you, finally made him come undone. he gave his cock a few more strokes, tearing his gaze away from his phone, head thrown back against the pillow. and he blew his fucking load to the thought of you, whispering your name into the dark room.
after that, chan started gravitating towards you unconsciously. if you were in the kitchen, suddenly he needed a drink. if you were outside, he somehow ended up outside too. if you sat on the couch, he’d lean against the wall closest to you without even realising it. and then there was the hugging thing.
god, he hated the hugging thing. you hugged everyone. felix. the other members. friends arriving. friends leaving. everyone except him.
the first time he noticed it, irritation flared so fast it startled him. the second time, it became impossible not to watch.
you’d grin at somebody, arms wrapping around them casually while chan stood nearby pretending not to care. pretending not to notice. pretending he didn’t immediately wonder what it would feel like if you touched him like that. if your tits pressed against him. your scent surrounding him.
it got even worse when someone else made you laugh. especially men.
one night, seungmin had you nearly doubled over at the kitchen counter, laughing so hard you grabbed his arm for balance.
chan felt something ugly twist in his chest. before he even realised what he was doing, he crossed the room. “what’s so funny?” he asked flatly.
your laughter faded slightly as you looked up at him.“nothing you’d enjoy.”
“try me.”
"you don’t have a sense of humor.”
seungmin laughed awkwardly before quickly excusing himself the second chan looked at him.
coward.
you narrowed your eyes immediately. “did you just scare him off?”
“if he got scared that easily, that’s his problem.”
“you’re unbelievable.”
“then stop talking to me.” he said quietly, stepping closer.
the words settled heavily between you. your expression flickered for half a second. and christ, that was another problem entirely.
because lately, every time you looked at him, he forgot for a moment that this was supposed to be hatred at all.
a few days later, a heavy summer storm hit the city. and it had gotten bad fast.
rain hammered against the streets hard enough to blur the city lights, thunder rumbling low and heavy overhead while you hurried towards the studio building with your jacket pulled uselessly over your head. you and felix had made plans to go out for dinner after the studio tonight.
by the time security let you upstairs after recognising you as “one of felix’s people,” you were completely soaked. your shoes squeaked against the floor as you pushed open the studio door with an exhausted sigh already forming, only for it to die immediately when you saw who was inside.
chan sat alone in the swivel chair in front of the mixing desk, one arm resting against the armrest while music played quietly through the speakers.
of course. you sighed dramatically. “you’ve got to be kidding me.”
he glanced over his shoulder lazily. “nice to see you too.”
“where’s felix?”
“not here, obviously.”
you rolled your eyes, already pulling your phone out.“helpful as always.”
“i try.” but when chan turned fully in the chair, whatever sarcastic response he’d been about to make stopped short.
his eyes dragged over you slowly. rainwater clung to your clothes, your shirt damp enough to stick to your skin, droplets still sliding down your neck and disappearing beneath the fabric. his dick twitched. for once, chan looked genuinely speechless.
your stomach flipped annoyingly at the expression on his face. “take a picture,” you muttered.
his jaw tightened immediately, like he’d just been caught doing something illegal. before he could answer, your phone buzzed.
felix: « storm’s too bad. roads are fucked. can’t make it tonight sorry 😭»
you stared at the message in disbelief. “you’re joking.”
“what?”
“felix bailed.”
chan snorted softly. “smartest thing he’s done all week.”
and then the power cut out. the room dropped into darkness instantly. you jumped hard enough to knock your knee against the couch beside you. “shit—”
a laugh echoed through the dark. “you scared of a little darkness?”
“absolutely not.”
“you literally jumped just now.”
a flashlight flicked on a second later, illuminating the room dimly from below as chan leaned back in his chair, looking entirely too entertained by your suffering. the lighting made him look unfairly attractive. which only irritated you further.
“what, no candles around?” you asked dryly. “could make this whole thing a little cosier.”
his brows lifted. “this is a fucking studio.”
“and?”
“not exactly a place that calls for romance.”
you snorted. “pity. you probably bang a lot of chicks here considering you’re basically married to the studio. could’ve at least provided them with ambiance.”
chan barked out a laugh at that. an actual laugh. "trust me,” he said, eyes glinting in the flashlight glow, “i don’t need romance for that.”
“oh, i’m sure your personality alone does all the heavy lifting.”
“you saying i’m charming?”
“i’m saying you’re bossy. probably sucking up to people if you want something.”
he shook his head slowly, still staring at you in that intense way that always made your heartbeat feel uneven.
outside, thunder cracked loudly enough to rattle the windows. you crossed your arms instinctively, suppressing a shiver.
unfortunately, chan noticed immediately. his eyes narrowed slightly as another tremor ran through you. “you’re freezing.”
“i’m fine.”
“you’re shaking.”
“wow,” you deadpanned, “your observational skills are incredible.”
he rolled his eyes before reaching behind him blindly, grabbing a black sweater from the couch and tossing it towards you.
it hit your chest. you looked down at it suspiciously. then back at him. “…you own sweaters? wow. didn't expect that with you always running around in your stupid tank tops." you loved the stupid tank tops.
“hilarious.”
you held the sweater between two fingers. “this thing probably reeks of ego.”
“put the fucking hoodie on.”
you snorted softly, still not moving. “i think i’d rather suffer.”
“christ,” he muttered, dragging a hand down his face. “stop being so fucking stubborn.”
“make me.” the words slipped out too naturally. too easily. and the second they did, the room changed.
chan went still. the flashlight from his phone cast shadows across his face as his eyes locked onto yours with dangerous intensity.
your pulse skipped. his gaze dropped briefly to your mouth before lifting again. slowly. oh, he knew exactly how to make you less stubborn.
“careful,” he said quietly. your breath caught despite yourself.
but instead of backing down, you tilted your head slightly. “or what?”
his eyes darkened slightly at that. the storm outside seemed louder suddenly, rain hammering against the windows while the studio sat in near darkness around you.
chan leaned back slowly in the chair, one hand still holding his phone loosely against his thigh. “you really don’t know when to stop talking.”
you clutched the sweater against your chest. “you say that like you aren’t the one constantly starting arguments with me.”
“because you make it easy.”
“or maybe you’re obsessed with hearing yourself speak.”
he laughed quietly under his breath. “see?” he murmured. “there it is.”
“what?”
“that mouth.”
heat crept annoyingly up your neck. you tried to ignore it. “you mean the one that hurts your feelings every other day?” you said sweetly.
“please.” his gaze dragged over you again, slow enough to make your stomach tighten. “if anything, i think you enjoy getting my attention.”
you scoffed immediately. “you’re unbelievable.”
“you came here soaked out of your mind during a storm.”
“to see felix.”
“sure.”
“god, your ego is exhausting.”
“and yet you ended up alone with me.”
the words landed heavier than they should have. you hated that your heartbeat reacted instantly. and chan noticed, your flushed face making him way more aroused than it should.
his eyes narrowed slightly, like he was studying every tiny shift in your expression.
“you know what your problem is?” you said, mostly to regain control of the conversation.
“enlighten me.”
“you think everybody wants you.”
one corner of his mouth pulled upward. “you saying you don’t?”
your breath caught for half a second. just enough. his expression changed immediately the moment he noticed. to satisfaction? or interest? something far more dangerous underneath both.
“wow,” he said softly. “that almost sounded convincing.” you glared at him. “you’re insufferable.”
“and you’re nervous.”
“i’m cold.”
“right.” his voice dipped lower on the word. you hated the way it affected you. hated the way the flashlight glow caught against his jaw, the way his eyes stayed fixed on you like he was trying to peel apart every reaction you had.
outside, thunder cracked again. you instinctively stepped closer to him. not close enough to touch. but close enough for him to notice.
a mistake. because chan's gaze dropped briefly to your bare legs before lifting back to your face.
“put the fucking sweater on,” he said quietly this time. “why? worried about me?”
his eyes held yours. “more than i should be.”
the room went painfully still after that. your pulse stumbled hard enough to make you angry.
you ended up leaving the studio an hour later once the rain calmed enough to be manageable again. not before chan practically shoved the sweater at you a second time after catching you trying to hand it back. “put it the fuck on,” he said flatly.
“wow. so caring.”
“don’t flatter yourself.”
you rolled your eyes, but you still wore it out into the storm. and annoyingly enough, by the time you got home, you realised it smelled exactly like him.
cedar wood and clean laundry. you hated that.
hated it even more when you caught yourself pulling the sleeves over your hands and burying your face into the fabric for half a second while kicking your shoes off near the door.
“oh, this is bad,” you muttered to yourself immediately. because now your apartment smelled faintly like chan too.
meanwhile, back at the studio, chan sat alone in the chair staring at his phone like it had personally offended him. the power had returned twenty minutes ago. music played softly through the speakers again. but he hadn’t gotten any work done since you left.
his mind kept replaying the way you looked wearing his sweater. sleeves hanging past your hands.
your hair still slightly damp from the rain.
fuck.
he scrubbed a hand over his face aggressively. this was getting ridiculous. you were annoying. stubborn. mouthy. constantly arguing with him.
he did not fucking care whether you got home safe. so why was he still staring at your contact like a man possessed? his thumb hovered over the keyboard. stopped. started again. stopped.
don’t text her. seriously. don’t. you’d never let him live it down.
he tossed the phone onto the desk. picked it back up thirty seconds later. “for fuck’s sake,” he muttered.
before he could overthink it again, his fingers moved.
chan: « got home okay? »
he stared at the message the second it sent, immediate regret settling in. what the hell was wrong with him? his phone buzzed less than a minute later. and despite himself, his heart kicked hard against his ribs.
« no actually. died halfway there. »
his mouth twitched instantly. god. there it was again. that stupid rush every time you answered him.
« tragic. hope my hoodie survived though. »
you snorted softly to yourself while curling further into your couch.
« barely. still reeks of your fucking ego. »
he leaned back in the chair, smiling before he could stop himself, like an idiot.
« you still wearing it? »
your eyes narrowed at the message.
« why? you miss it? »
three dots appeared almost immediately. disappeared. appeared again. you stared at your screen way too intently.
« maybe i just don’t trust you with my clothes. »
heat crept into your face annoyingly fast.
« relax. i’m not trying to steal your precious hoodie. »
« already did. »
your stomach flipped. you hated how much you liked this version of him. because somehow, over text, the banter felt even more entertaining. like all his attention narrowed directly onto you. you bit your lip before typing back.
« you this annoying with everyone or am i special? »
this time, his reply took longer. far longer. chan stared at the message for a while, jaw tightening slightly because the answer came too easily.
you’re the only person who talks back.
you’re the only one i think about this much.
you’re the only one who gets under my skin.
instead, he typed:
« don’t let it get to your head. »
a couple days later, you found yourself back at the studio again. mostly because felix had begged you to bring him lunch after claiming he was “seconds away from starving to death.” dramatic.
you sat cross-legged on the couch while felix inhaled noodles beside you, rambling about some artist they'd been working with while music played quietly through the speakers.
you were halfway through making fun of him for nearly setting the break room microwave on fire earlier when the studio door opened.
and immediately, your attention shifted. chan walked in wearing all black, headphones hanging around his neck, one hand pushing through his hair tiredly before his eyes landed on you.
his expression barely changed. but his heartbeat did. fast enough to irritate him instantly. because there you were again, sitting comfortably in his space like you belonged there now. laughing, talking, wearing that exact expression that always made him want to argue with you just to keep your attention on him longer.
“look who decided to show up,” you said casually.
“look who keeps invading my studio.”
felix looked between the two of you with immediate interest.
chan dropped into the chair across from you before his eyes narrowed slightly. “did you bring my hoodie?” you blinked innocently. “no.” his brows lifted. “no?”
“that’s what i said.”
“you keeping it now?”
you snorted softly. “maybe i like it.”
his gaze flickered over you slowly. "should i be worried?”
“depends,” you said lightly. “you emotionally attached to it?”
“not usually.”
felix looked absolutely delighted. “jesus christ,” he whispered to himself.
you ignored him. mostly because chan was still staring at you with that infuriatingly focused expression that made you feel overly aware of yourself.
“i can go get it right now if you’re gonna be dramatic about it,” you said.
the smart response would’ve been no. he knew that. he should’ve said: don’t bother. it’s just a hoodie. bring it whenever.
instead, his mouth betrayed him. “go ahead.”
you stared at him for a second before laughing in disbelief. “you are such a fucking pain in the ass.”
“you took my hoodie.”
“you told me to wear it!"
“didn’t say permanently.”
you narrowed your eyes at him while felix openly watched the exchange like live entertainment. “see?” you muttered. “this is exactly what i mean. you always need things your way.”
“and you always pretend you don’t like giving me a hard time.”
“i could think of a million things i'd rather do.”
“sure.” god, that smug look on his face made you want to throw something at him.
instead, you leaned back against the couch dramatically. “well, too bad. i’m not going home right now just because you snapped your fingers.”
his jaw twitched slightly. “fine,” he said after a second. “i’ll pick it up tonight after the studio.”
your heart stumbled instantly, hard enough to genuinely piss you off. because suddenly all you could think about was chan standing inside your apartment. wearing that look, talking to you in that low voice, being alone with you again.
you forced yourself to stay casual. “fine.” but the word came out thinner than you intended.
his eyes stayed on you for one extra second too long before the corner of his mouth tilted upward slightly, satisfied. like he’d already figured out exactly what that idea did to you too.
a little after eight, your phone buzzed. you stared at the notification longer than necessary.
« address. »
your thumbs hovered over the keyboard while your heartbeat steadily picked up speed. this was a bad idea. letting chan into your apartment, alone, at night, after whatever the hell had been happening between you lately, felt objectively stupid.
his hoodie sat freshly washed and perfectly folded on your desk like evidence of a problem you refused to acknowledge. you should’ve just brought it to the studio earlier.
after another minute of overthinking, you sent him your address anyway. the three dots appeared almost immediately.
« be there in thirty. »
your stomach flipped. “this is so fucking stupid,” you muttered to yourself. and yet you still fixed your hair before he arrived. fucking pathetic.
exactly thirty minutes later, there was a knock at your door. of course he was punctual. you had no idea why the smallest thing about him annoyed you this much.
you grabbed the hoodie quickly before opening the door just enough to shove it towards him immediately. “here. now leave.”
chan looked down at the folded sweater in your hands before slowly lifting his eyes back to your face. “cute welcome.”
“you came for the hoodie. here it is."
instead of taking it right away, he leaned one arm against the doorframe casually. his gaze stayed fixed on you while he finally took the sweater from your hands. and then he noticed it. the scent. your detergent.
his fingers tightened slightly around the fabric. fuck. he hated how much he liked it. hated the immediate thought that crossed his mind.
you narrowed your eyes. “why are you looking at it like that?”
“nothing.”
“you’re literally glaring at your own hoodie.”
“i’m thinking.”
“dangerous hobby for someone like you.”
his mouth twitched. there it was again. that tiny almost-smile that only ever seemed to appear around you. “you washed it.”
“obviously.”
“didn’t think you had it in you.”
you scoffed immediately. “god, you’re annoying.”
“you say that every time you see me.”
“because it remains true every time i see you.”
he laughed quietly under his breath before his eyes drifted past you briefly into your apartment. “you gonna make me stand out here all night?”
“that was actually the plan.”
“rude.”
“you'll survive.” but despite the sarcasm, you stepped aside anyway.
the second chan walked past you, the atmosphere shifted. you shut the door quickly behind him before you could overthink the fact that you were now alone with him again.
his eyes landed on you again almost immediately. “you nervous?” he asked suddenly. you blinked. “what?”
“you keep fidgeting.” you immediately stopped moving out of spite. “you’re imagining things.”
“am i?”
“yes.”
he hummed softly, unconvinced. “interesting.”
“what is?”
“you only get defensive when i’m right.”
“and you only talk this much when you want attention.” his brows lifted slightly. "you think i want your attention?”
you laughed once in disbelief. “please. you practically orbit around me at this point.”
that hit harder than intended. you could tell immediately by the way his expression shifted.
chan stepped closer slowly, enough to make your pulse spike.
“careful,” he said quietly. “you’re sounding very confident for someone whose heart is racing right now.”
your breath caught. “you’re insufferable.”
“you already said that.”
“because you keep proving it.”
“then tell me why,” he murmured, eyes dropping briefly to your mouth, “you still let me in?"
the tension snapped tighter instantly.
“don’t flatter yourself,” you said, though your voice came out weaker than intended. “you came here for a hoodie.”
“right.” the way he said it made heat spread low in your stomach. because suddenly it very much did not feel like this was about the hoodie anymore.
the room felt unbearably small now. every sarcastic comment, every lingering glance, every argument between you two over the past weeks suddenly sat heavy in the air between you.
chan stayed close. close enough that you could see the tension in his jaw every time you opened your mouth again. which, naturally, only made you want to push him further.
“you know,” you said lightly, even though your pulse was completely betraying you now, “for someone who supposedly can’t stand me, you spend an awful lot of time in my personal space.”
his eyes narrowed. “you think this is me trying to be close to you?”
“i think you’re obsessed with annoying me.”
a humourless laugh left him. “trust me,” he murmured, “if i wanted to annoy you, you’d know.”
your stomach tightened hard at the tone of his voice. but you still crossed your arms stubbornly. “wow. terrifying.”
chan couldn't help but stare at your arms crossed over your tits. those goddamn tits. “you should be scared.”
“of what?”
his gaze locked onto yours completely. “of how much i’m trying not to lose my patience with you right now.”
the words hit like a physical thing, your breath catching slightly. his expression darkened. “there it is,” he said quietly. you swallowed once. “there’s what?”
“that look.”
“what look?”
“the one you get when you stop pretending you hate this.”
heat flooded your face instantly. “you’re delusional.”
“am i?” he stepped even closer. your back nearly brushed the edge of the counter behind you now. every instinct screamed at you to move. you didn’t. because despite the tension winding painfully tight in your chest, despite how impossible he was, you wanted him close.
“you talk too much,” chan muttered suddenly, eyes fixed on your mouth now instead of your eyes.
you scoffed softly, though it came out shakier than intended. “yet you’re always listening.”
“that’s the problem.” your heartbeat stumbled at his low voice. “do you have any idea,” he said slowly, “how fucking badly i want to shut that smart mouth of yours?”
silence crashed between you. your breath came shallow now. because suddenly all the tension between you two finally had a name. and judging by the way chan looked at you, he’d stopped trying to deny it entirely.
you should’ve stepped away. should’ve said something sarcastic. something sharp. something safe.
instead, your eyes flicked briefly to his lips before you whispered, far too softly: “what’s keeping you then?”
that was it. whatever restraint chan had left snapped instantly. his hand caught your jaw almost desperately before he crashed his mouth against yours. like he’d been holding himself back for weeks and finally lost the fight.
the kiss was all heat and frustration and ruined patience. you kissed him back immediately, fingers gripping the front of his shirt as his other hand braced against the counter beside you.
and god, chan kissed exactly how he argued: intense and demanding. like he tried to be in control even in the heat of the moment.
a quiet sound caught in his throat when you pulled him closer, like he couldn’t quite believe this was finally happening either.
his forehead pressed briefly against yours when he pulled back just enough to breathe, both of you visibly affected now. and then the idiot actually muttered: “still think i’m annoying?”
you let out a breathless laugh despite yourself. “the most annoying."
his mouth curved against yours again. “yeah,” he murmured, already kissing you again, “but you kiss me anyway?"
you snorted against his lips. "just trying to see whether your ego is justified."
a dark chuckle escaped chan's throat, his hands gripping your waist, pulling you flush against him, his erection pressing against your lower belly.
"think you can impress me with a hard cock?" chan's hands twitched at that. he wanted to smack that smug expression of your face so badly. wanted to make you shut that goddamn mouth of yours.
instead, he inhaled sharply, nostrils flaring. "watch it." he said through gritted teeth, trying to hold onto his last bit of self control.
"or what?" you replied confidently, looking up at him, smiling way too sweetly. chan's breaths came out heavier, his hips grinding against you instinctively.
"or i will show you exactly what this cock is capable of doing to you. and spoiler alert, you're not gonna like it."
you snorted at that. actually snorted, right in his face. "yeah? think you're gonna break me, channie?" the soft nickname on your lips were his complete undoing. his cock twitched, you felt it through the fabric. he placed his hands on the counter on either side of you, pulling back but caging you in. he could no longer be this close to you, he had to get his cock away from you. because he was about to snap.
"you have no idea what you're doing to me." he spoke, voice rough. a smug expression crossed your face, you leaned forward, breath hot against his ear as you whispered, "what if i know exactly what i'm doing to you?"
his hand shot up, grabbing your hair so hard it hurt, tilting your head back. you couldn't help yourself but moan out, legs clenching together. chan smirked, grip tightening in your hair, "you fucking like that? being manhandled? where's your fucking smugness now?"
you stared at him, hating how your body betrayed you. "fuck you, chan." you muttered. but that only encouraged him. he knew he had you.
"that the only comeback you can think of?" he mocked, his other hand now grabbing your jaw, holding your head in place. he pressed his body against you again. "c'mon, put that smart mouth to work. i dare you."
but you remained silent, breaths coming out in puffs as you tried to calm your racing heart. "where did your attitude go, hm?" he asked, pushing his leg between yours. he pressed his thigh against your core, making your breath hitch, looking at you with mocking eyes.
"you asked me if i think i can break you? yes, i can. tell me to stop and i will leave right through that door. but if you say yes to this, i will make sure you forget your own fucking name."
he waited. patiently. for any answer. for a simple yes or no. you blinked up at him, mind racing, until you finally nodded your head confidently. "is that a yes?" he asked, tone still mocking. "use your fucking words." his tone was commanding as ever. but he needed to hear it, needed your verbal consent.
"yes—" you choked out. and after that, all hell broke loose.
a low sound escaped chan's throat, his grip on your hair tightening, yanking your away from the counter and towards the couch. it hurt, the way he was handling you. he pushed you towards the sofa, finally letting go of your hair. "undress." he said, standing tall in front of you, arms crossed as he watched you. "i'm not gonna ask again."
your fingers trembled slightly as you started undressing yourself, eyes never leaving his. "for fuck's sake." chan muttered, clearly impatient. he smacked your hands away, basically ripping your clothes away. his hands roamed over your body, feeling your warm skin against his fingertips. you felt better than he could have ever imagined. he groaned, his mouth suddenly back on yours. the kiss was laced with desperation as his hands grabbed your tits, squeezing them through your bra before taking it off with skilled fingers. "fucking perfect." he muttered more to himself than you.
he pinched your nipples hard, needing to know how you react to it. you hissed, biting your lip, gaining a smirk from chan.
he pushed you down on the couch, standing tall in front of you. his thumb traced over your lower lip. "open." he grabbed your hair, tilting your head back. "tongue out." your jaw clenched slightly, not wanting to obey him, wanting to challenge him. but when his grip in your hair tightened painfully, you opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out. chan leaned forward, spitting into your mouth before sliding two fingers along your tongue. he moved them further into your mouth, his cock twitching in his pants.
"i'm gonna show you how to put that smart mouth of yours to good use, yeah?" he muttered as he started sliding his fingers in and out of you. you wrapped your lips around them, looking up at him. he pulled your hair harder, tilting your head further, retrieving his fingers from between your lips and smacking your cheek hard. "fucking answer when i'm talking to you."
your breath caught in your throat, eyes watering the slightest bit. "well right now, you're all big words and no fucking action." your snappy response earned you another slap against your cheek, coating it with your saliva that was still on his fingers.
"you fucking bitch." chan just shook his head, unable to believe that you still had the audacity to talk back. he yanked your hair. hard. moving you to lie on your back, head on the armrest of the couch. he pulled you further until your head was hanging over the edge.
he was already working on his pants, pulling them down, freeing his cock, right over your face. he gave it a few strokes, watching you. he didn't waste another second, tapping it against your lips. you smelled him, the saltiness of his precum coating his tip.
he didn't push in, not yet. he smeared his precum over your lips. "tap my thigh three times in a row if it gets too much. understand?" he asked, growing more impatient by the minute. you nodded. fucking nodded. "words, sweetheart." he said through gritted teeth.
"i understand." you said.
"good girl."
"don't fucking call me that. i'm not your good girl."
chan only grinned at that. "you'd rather i keep insulting you?"
"i'd rather you finally put that cock to use." you snapped back. he smacked your tit, making you flinch. "yeah, i fucking should. shut that goddamn mouth of yours for once."
and with that, he pushed his cock past your lips, his hips snapping involuntarily, shoving his length down your throat. "fuck—" he cursed loudly, watching your throat, how it took shape of his length. "holy—"
you immediately gagged around him, not having expected him to just shove his entire length in with no further warning.
and he fucking kept it there, making you choke, cutting off your air supply. you tapped his thigh three times, and he immediately pulled back, realising that he got caught in the moment. you immediately took a deep breath, coughing.
"you want to be treated like a fucking whore, then fucking take it like one."
"you're a fucking asshole, bang chan, you know that?"
a dark chuckle erupted from somewhere deep inside him. "yet you still take my fucking cock like you're my own personal slut." and before you could say anything, he rammed his cock back into your mouth, deep down your throat.
his hips moved in quick little thrusts, fucking your mouth till you couldn't breathe, pulling back to let you get some oxygen before repeating his movements. his hand reached for your throat, squeezing it, feeling the pressure of his own hand around his cock buried deep down.
you choked. hard. your body started jolting until he finally pulled out, a long strip of saliva still connecting your mouth to his cock.
"you're trying to fucking choke me to death?" your voice sounded hoarse, your throat so raw it hurt to talk. chan just grinned down at you, his fingers smearing your own saliva all over your pretty lips. you caught his finger, biting it.
"fuck! you bitch!" chan called in surprise, withdrawing his hand, connecting it to your cheek with a hard smack. and of all possible things you could have done, you fucking moaned at his action. "you're un-fucking-believable." chan muttered through gritted teeth.
"on your hands and knees." he ordered, voice way too calm for the storm inside him. you snorted. "don't fucking boss me around like that."
chan was losing his patience. he grabbed you, handled your body with a strength that left you breathless as he flipped you over on your stomach. "don't make me tie you the fuck up."
you snorted again. fuck, it drove him wild. he wanted to punish you for fucking breathing. "be my guest. i don't own any ropes."
a slow, wicked grin spread on chan's face. "oh, trust me. i can get very creative." and with that, his hands left you and you heard him wander off. you turned your head to the side, watching him waltz around your apartment like he fucking owned the place.
"what the fuck are you doing?" you snapped, already shuffling to get up.
"if you dare move even a fucking inch, i'm gonna spank your ass till it's burning red." your breath hitched at his words. but that still didn't stop you from rising to your feet and following him. who did he even think he was?
you found him in your bedroom, picking up a belt that was stored neatly in one of your drawers. he looked ridiculous. going through your stuff, half naked, his stupid cock still glistening with your saliva.
you stood there, butt naked, crossing your arms over your chest. "stop fucking going through my stuff."
"why? hiding something you don't want me to find?"
you snorted, "no. just don't like fucking assholes going through my things."
he walked past your bed, opening the drawer of your nightstand. "oh my god! you have no fucking respect!"
you knew what he would find. and you couldn't care less. he held up your pink vibrator a few seconds later, grinning like he found a precious treasure. "cute." he muttered.
"oh wow, blame a girl for owning a goddamn vibrator."
chan turned around, standing in front of you, vibrator in one hand, belt in the other. "you get yourself off with this thing?" he asked, eyebrows raised.
"yes." you replied confidently but couldn't suppress the soft flush spreading from your neck to your face. chan grin only widened. his eyes travelled past you, landing on a light scarf hanging over the back of your desk chair. "perfect." he muttered, walking past you to grab it. "remember how i told you not to fucking move?"
you rolled your eyes, "remember how i told you not to boss me around?"
chan came up behind you. you could feel the heat radiating from his body. he threw the vibrator and the scarf on the bed. your eyes followed the items. "you know, that scarf is actually my favourite, if you ruin it—"
"don't care." he cut you off, grabbing your wrists, yanking them behind your back harshly. he tied the belt around them, making you gasp.
"and the only thing i plan on ruining," he moved his hands up your arms, fingertips ghosting over the skin, giving you goosebumps. "is you."
his lips connected to your shoulders, leaving a few kisses till he reached your neck. his arms snaked around you from behind, pulling you flush against him, his cock hard against your butt. he bit your neck hard, making you hiss, before sucking the flesh, making sure to leave a fucking mark.
he pulled back slightly, watching the skin change colour, grinning in satisfaction, before repeating it a little further up. your ass ground against his cock, making him suck your skin harder.
"fuck, you like getting marked like a fucking whore?" he whispered against your skin, his hands squeezing your tits, thumbs brushing over your nipples, making you moan. "chan—"
you moaning his name like that was his complete undoing. he needed more. needed more of you moaning his name, screaming it.
he grabbed the small vibrator from the bed, turning it on and guiding it over your hardened nipples. you pressed yourself harder against him, soft moans now constantly leaving your lips. he started grinding his hard cock against you, moving the vibrator down to your cunt, running it over your clit lazily. you arched your back, your hips starting to move against the toy. "chan, please—" you couldn't suppress the soft whimper, no idea where the sudden needy tone came from. but it made him lose his mind.
he threw you on your bed, yanking your ass up before you could even gather yourself, your hands still tied tightly behind your back.
he started wrapping your scarf around your thighs in figure 8s, tying them together. once he was done, he took a step back, admiring the view. you turned your head to the side, pressed against the mattress, ass in the air. you tried to get a glimpse of him. he stood there, swallowing hard, just... watching you.
"you're a fucking weirdo, bang chan."
his eyes didn't move away from your bare core, "shut up or i will gag you." he said as his eyes finally met yours. he moved closer to the bed, leaning forward, brushing a few loose strands of hair out of your face. "if anything gets too much, you use the word 'red' and i will stop immediately, okay?" you blinked at him a few times. the fact that he still ...cared, despite the hatred, despite you riling him up constantly, made something warm settle in your chest. "okay."
his hand started caressing your butt cheeks, way too softly. the serious expression on his face was replaced by a smirk. and then he smacked you. hard. you couldn't move, hands tied together, thighs tied together. all you could do was flinch.
"you should learn to fucking listen. if i tell you not to move, you don't fucking move." another smack. you opened your mouth, wanting to protest. he cut you off with another deliberate slap. "don't you fucking dare talking back right now." he said, making you grin. fucking grin.
"god—" he shook his head, his next smack making you wince from the sting. and then his finger just entered you with no fucking warning. you moaned out loud in surprise, moving back against his touch.
chan let out a dark chuckle. "you're so fucking desperate, it's pathetic." he said, his finger moving in and out of you with ease. "so fucking wet."
his free hand slapped your ass again, so hard it left a handprint. he added a second finger, curling them inside you, making you moan involuntarily. "fuck, chan—"
his cock twitched at you moaning his name again. fuck, that did things to him. "again." he muttered, teeth clenched, trying to keep any bit of self-control. "moan my fucking name again." he pumped his fingers faster, curling them at just the right spot, his name leaving your lips in soft moans, driving him insane.
he dropped to his knees, pulling his fingers out of you and burying his face into your cunt. "fuck!" you cried out, body jolting forwards. he grabbed your hips harshly, holding you in place as he fed on you like a man starved.
"tastes so fucking good." he groaned against you, his tongue swirling around your clit a couple of times before licking up to your entrance, pushing inside you. he reached for the vibrator again, turning it on, bringing it to your clit, while his tongue moved in and out of your hole.
you ground your cunt against him, moaning shamelessly as you felt your orgasm build up. "chan—" you moaned and he knew. he wanted to deny you the orgasm, wanted to edge you, to make you feel as desperate as you always made him feel. but he couldn't. not when you were moaning so sweetly. not when your cunt was grinding against his face so desperately.
your legs started trembling and he threw the vibrator away. it scattered on the floor somewhere as chan grabbed your hips harder, fingers digging into you so hard, they'd leave bruises. he held you in place, burying his face deeper inside you.
"just fucking come on my face already." he murmured into you, big hands moving to your ass, squeezing the cheeks harshly.
you tried to hold back your orgasm, not wanting him to feel even the slightest amount of pride for making you come. and he noticed. noticed the way you tried to hold back.
"for fuck's sake!" he groaned, pushing two fingers back inside you, curling them right where you needed them, making you cry out.
"stop being so fucking stubborn." his fingers pumped into you relentlessly, hitting your g-spot again and again, making you see stars, head spinning. until you finally could no longer hold back. with one last flick of his tongue over your clit, you came undone. he guided you through your orgasm and you could feel his fucking grin against your cunt.
"that's it." he murmured, clearly satisfied with himself. "just shut the fuck up." you snapped. bad idea. he smacked your cunt so hard, it made you lose balance, collapsing onto the mattress. with your legs and hands still tied, you couldn't lift yourself up, legs still shaking from the intensity of your orgasm.
chan just chuckled darkly behind you, giving his cock a few pumps, watching you being completely at his mercy. he's been dreaming about this, fantasising about it. his eyes wander over your body, spotting every goddamn mark he left. bites, hickeys, fingerprints. he loved it. but he needed more.
he reached forward, grabbing your hair and yanking you back. his breath was hot against your ear, his cock pressing against your ass. "i'm gonna fuck you now, yeah? fill that pretty little cunt. mark you properly."
he gave you a few seconds to protest, but you didn't. you were still catching your breath, body still trembling. he let go of your hair, starting to undress himself. you didn't want to look. you knew he was handsome as fuck, didn't need a proof of that. but you couldn't help turning your head, watching him over your shoulder. fuck.
"stop staring." he said, not even looking up as he neatly placed his clothes over the chair at your desk. your eyes traced his toned body, all the way to his perfect ass. goddamnit.
"don't fucking flatter yourself." you snorted, but your words lacked any bite. chan ignored it, standing behind you, cock fucking throbbing and all. "ass up." he ordered. you struggled against the restraints, trying to move back onto your knees.
"fucking pathetic." chan murmured as he gripped your hips and pulled you up. his hands sprawled over your butt cheeks, squeezing them. you hissed. they still hurt from earlier.
chan just watched you for a while, with you getting impatient. "stop staring." you repeated the words he just threw at you, grinning to yourself. his hands flinched against your butt cheeks, ready to smack the shit out of you, but he took a deep breath instead.
he spit down on his cock, using one hand to spread his saliva over it, before pushing inside you with no further warning. "fuck!" you cried out, jolting forwards. "godfuckingdamnit chan!"
you were so fucking wet, he just slid right in, all the way. he gritted his teeth, trying not to think too much about how fucking good you actually feel. trying not to think about how he actually, finally, has his cock buried inside your fucking cunt. trying not to think about— fuck. his cock twitched inside you, realising how your walls are clamping down on him.
it pissed him off. how good you felt. how warm you were. how fucking wet. how much he wanted you, even though he finally had you.
he grabbed your hair, wrapping it around his hand, yanking you back forcefully, his cock buried to the hilt. he yanked until you were pressed against his chest. "i'm not gonna last long if you keep clenching your fucking walls around me."
your soft moans turned into a snort. "who's pathetic now? you haven't even fucked me properly, channie."
he lost it at the sweet nickname on your lips. his free hand smacked your ass. hard. grabbing your hips. the grip in your hair tightened as he started moving. his hips snapping brutally, each thrust into your sensitive cunt making you whimper.
"you drive me fucking insane." he murmured against your neck before biting down hard, making you cry out in surprise. he groaned against your skin, keeping a steady rhythm. you cried out his name again, and again, making his head spin.
he let go of your hair, forcing you to fall onto the mattress, grabbing your hips, fucking deeper into you. his pace brutal and intense. until your legs could no longer hold you up. they shook so violently, you collapsed onto the mattress.
but he didn't stop. he adjusted to the changed angle within seconds, pushing your hips further down, hips slamming against you, fucking you into the mattress. he moved one hand between your shoulder blades, the other staying on your hip, almost his entire weight holding you down.
"chan—" everything was overwhelming and the familiar knot started tightening in your stomach. his cock rubbed against that sweet spot deep inside you, making your walls clench violently around him as you came hard.
chan cursed under his breath, your orgasm triggering his own. his thrusts become sloppy, desperate to fill your cunt with his load. desperate to fucking breed you.
with a guttural groan, he stilled deep inside you. his arms shook slightly as he emptied himself into you. you felt it, his thick load warm inside you. "fuck, that's it." he murmured almost inaudible, his hips doing small micro thrusts.
he removed his hands from you, placing them on the mattress beside you. but he didn't pull out. not yet. he reached for the belt around your hands, undoing it, freeing you.
you were both breathless, panting heavily. chan's hand reached for your face, swiping some loose strands away. "you okay?"
your body was sore. you were hyper aware of every mark he left on you, your skin burning. but you nodded. the intensity of both your orgasms was enough to make up for the soreness.
he pulled out slowly, sitting back, watching you. your legs were still tied together, looking absolutely perfect to him.
when his cum started dripping out of you, his eyes widened, addicted to the view. "fuck," he groaned, fingers catching the thick liquid, smearing it over your cunt. when more started dripping out, he groaned.
he collected every drop, pushing two fingers inside you. "chan?!" you called out in surprise, but his name died on your lips, turning into a moan. his mind was fucking gone, as he started fucking his cum right back into you with his fingers.
"fucking appreciate the load i gave you." he said, voice dark. he smacked your ass, fingers pumping in and out of you, pushing his cum back inside.
"don't lose a single fucking drop or i'll have to fill you up again."
and right then, fucking his seed back into your cunt, having you whimper at his touch, moan his name with a broken voice, one thing became perfectly clear to him. that he didn't want this to be a one time thing. already too obsessed with the way your body reacts to his.
or: chan thinks he can waltz in your apartment post workout looking like that and expect you to do nothing about it? funny
a/n: in honor of the onlychans vid :P
“Hah—fuck Baby, slow…down!” chan groaned through gritted teeth as you slammed down on his cock for what felt like hours. Your hips slamming, cunt swallowing him whole and taking him for everything he’s worth.
chan doesn’t know what’s gotten into you, he'd walked into your apartment post workout. muscles so sore and defined under his tank top, you just couldnt help but pounce! on him the moment you saw him.
His hands rested on your hips, eyes rolling back as he felt his third orgasm approaching. “Gonna cum again, Wan' inside of me again,” you pant, eyes glazed over with lust as you stare down at him. His jaw was slack, moans and whimpers escaping his throat while his hips twitched beneath you, body spent and slicked with sweat. You lean down, messily kissing his swollen lips, feeling his cock shoot a third load into your womb. and the melodic 'plap plap plap!'s never slow down, your hips already working to get another out of him.
“baby, m'too sensitive—” Your pussy grips around him like a vice, previous orgasms making a sticky mess that elicits a loud 'squelch!' with every slam of your hips.
"you can take it baby" oh you were so evil. leaning to plant a loving kiss on the corner of his mouth, smiling sweetly, hand snaking up to hold onto his throat, resting there as you drove him to his fourth orgasm
“f-fuckkk me,” he huffs out, feeling you vigorously clamp down on him again and again. it had him dizzy, mind spasming.
“Got me all worked up, baby—” your voice breaks into a whine once you feel his bulbous tip hit your sweet spot.
your hands roam around his torso, tracing his abs before setteling onto his pecs, giving his perky nipples a playful pinch to watch him whine. “gonna make me cum too quick, s-shit.”
he was so close to the edge. feeling you play with his nipples, chan bites his tongue. “i-im sensitive there, you’re so f-fuckkk..”
you smile, nipping near his neck before he groans—eyes rolling back, he gnaws on lip as he feels his fourth orgasm unsteadily approaching.
“Shit—” His eyes screw shut, chest heaving as he gripped your hips like a lifeline, definitely leaving marks,“Gonna…fucking c-cum—nngh fuck!” He’s cumming for a fourth time now, brain turned to mush. you weren't far behind, coming with a loud moan, cunt spasming around him, hips slowing before you collapsed on top of him.
a/n: erm..kinda rushed cuz it's exam season 💔
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Summary: Omegas - once beloved, now abused.
Omega y/n has a chance at a new life away from her old pack when she stumbles onto the territory of the Greenridge Pack (Stray Kids). Of course she is terrified they will be just like her last pack.
Little does she know that she has been led wrong her whole life and this pack is not like all the others. The Greenridge pack is in need of an omega and when they find her, they know she's the one.
Can she fill the spot and learn to trust them?
Or will her old alpha find her before she can?
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, MDNI, SMUT, M/F, M/M, MMF, explicit language, creampies, double p, abo dynamics/werewolf themes (marking, aggression, etc), mentions of abuse/torture, mentions of blood, mentions of noncon, mentions of death, fear, Dom/sub dynamics...
*I tried to list all warnings I can think of, if there's more detailed ones I missed here, they will be on the chapter they're included in.*
Relationships: SKZ x SKZ , SKZ x Reader
Chapter Masterlist:
Preface
Characters
Prologue: A History Lesson
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
*Greenridge Aesthetic
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
The Morning with JiLix 🥰🥵💦
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Bonus Drabble
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25: Epilogue
Please note: Pics I got from Pinterest - I don't own any. Written work is all my own words. Any similarities between concepts and names is coincidental. Most ABO dynamics follow similar meanings - I used a mix of what I've read. Not trying to steal anyones ideas or take credit for them!! Please do not copy my work! Let's all get along and respect each other here! 💚
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