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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 wasnât 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.
Chapter TW : a little suggestive but not really !
Word Count : 3,777
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CHAPTER 8 - Beautiful
Morning came softly to the staycation house.
Golden sunlight slipped carefully through the curtains, painting warm streaks across wooden floors and tangled blankets. Outside, waves rolled endlessly against the shore in calm rhythm, their distant sound blending beautifully with the peaceful silence inside the house.
For onceâ
Nobody had alarms blaring.
No managers rushing them.
No schedules demanding immediate movement.
Only rest.
And maybe that was why everyone woke slowly. One by one the members emerged from their rooms looking half-dead and sleepy, hair messy, oversized shirts hanging lazily from their bodies while yawns echoed throughout the house. Scattered around the house like sleepy cats themselves.
Felix collapsed dramatically onto the couch first. âIâm still tired.â
âYou slept for like ten hours,â Seungmin pointed out while walking into the kitchen.
âNot enough.â
Meanwhile Lee Know quietly started preparing coffee while Han wandered around wrapped entirely in a blanket like a ghost.
âWaterâŚâ
Minho passed by holding coffee.
âYouâre pathetic.â
âI know.â
The living room slowly filled afterward. The atmosphere felt slow.
Lazy.
Comfortable.
Hyunjin appeared with messy hair and oversized pajamas.
Changbin walked in still yawning.
Seungmin sat quietly scrolling through his phone while Jeongin practically slept upright against the couch cushions.
Until suddenlyâ
âWhat time is it?â
Jeongin checked his phone lazily.
ââŚ10:45.â
Silence.
Then immediate chaos.
ââŚWhy is it almost eleven?!â
âWHAT?â
âI thought we were leaving before noon?!â
âWhy didnât anyone wake us up?!â
Han nearly tripped over his own blanket rushing upright while Felix panicked dramatically about wasted daylight. In the middle of the chaos, Seungmin frowned slightly while looking around. ââŚWait.â
Everyone paused briefly.
âWhereâs Y/N?â
That immediately made everyone look around instinctively.
No answer.
Then Seungmin blinked slowly. âAnd Chan hyung?â
âY/N and Chan hyung arenât awake either.â
That immediately silenced the room.
Usually it was either you or Chan waking everyone first.
Always.
Jeongin yawned loudly from the kitchen doorway.
âThat's weird.. Chan hyung didnât sleep in our room last night.â
Silence.
Then Hanâs eyes widened in realization. âOh my god.â
Without another word, he immediately sprinted upstairs. The others followed instantly, immediately burst into laughter while following behind him noisily.
âNO WAY.â
âYAH WAIT FOR ME.â
âI KNEW IT.â
âMove. MOVE !â
âI KNEW IT.â
âYouâre all acting like middle schoolers,â Minho sighed while still following behind them anyway. Eventually the entire group gathered outside your bedroom door while Han slowly pushed it open dramatically. The bedroom door swung open with a thud.
And immediately everyone froze.
Because there you were. Still deeply asleep. Curled while parts of your body was on top of Bang Chan like you naturally belonged there.
Chan laid sprawled across the bed, somehow he was shirtless beneath you, one arm sprawled up beside his head while the other rested low against the backside of your upper thigh thatâs on his stomach where itâs dangerously too close to your ass possessively. His discarded shirt from last night sat somewhere near the edge of the mattress alongside tangled blankets that clearly hadnât survived the night.
Your cheek squished softly against his warm chest, making your face look impossibly soft and ridiculously cute. Tiny quiet purrs vibrating faintly from your chest can be heard by them.
And somehow you looked so smaller than you actually are, wrapped around their leader.
So safe.
So comfortable.
Han gasped dramatically loud enough to wake the dead.
âOh my GOD!â
The noise finally stirred Chan awake. Slowly, Bang Chan blinked open sleepy eyes before spotting seven members crowded in the doorway staring at him. And instead of shame, Chan just stared right back at them lazily.
Completely unbothered.
Then with absolutely zero embarrassment he closed his eyes again like he intended to continue sleeping.
Felix looked personally betrayed.
âHEY! Thatâs not fair!â
âSays who?â Chan answered lazily without even opening his eyes again.
The smugness in his voice made everyone immediately erupt.
âYAH!â
âYouâre unbelievable!â
âYou stole her!â
âShe has her own room for a reason!â
Still half asleep, Chan only pulled you slightly closer against him.
Deliberately.
Teasingly.
And unfortunately for the othersâ
The movement only made the position look more intimate.
Han looked personally devastated.
Meanwhile Minho leaned casually against the doorway with crossed arms, clearly amused rather than shocked.
âYouâre all acting surprised like you didnât expect this eventually.â
âNot helping,â Seungmin sighed while laughing.
Meanwhile Chan only smirked faintly before deciding to make things infinitely worse.
Thenâ
Almost deliberately dangerously slow.
His hand slowly dragged up tracing along your thigh up to the plush of your ass. Squeezing and fondling softly, fingers squeezing softly against the plush skin like he was making a point.
The room exploded instantly.
âHEY HEY HEY!â
âHYUNG.â
âWE CAN SEE YOU.â
"Hey ! THAT'S OFF LIMIT !"
Chan finally opened one eye again, completely unashamed.
âWhat?â
âYou know what.â
Even Hyunjin had started laughing helplessly by now.
âThis is painful to witness.â
Minho laughed openly from the doorway while Hyunjin nearly collapsed against the wall from amusement.
âYouâre doing that on purpose!â Han accused dramatically.
Chan finally opened one eye again.
âMaybe.â
Then even worseâ
His other hand landed on your waist slipped beneath the hem of your sleep shirt slightly and dragging it upward a little, thumb brushing lazily against the warm exposed skin there.
Not inappropriate.
But absolutely enough to send the others into chaos.
âChristopher Bahng!â
Felix sounded betrayed.
Meanwhile Chan smirking with eyes closed, looked entirely too pleased with himself.
Like a dragon proudly guarding treasure.
The commotion eventually stirred you awake, purr died down. A soft sleepy moaning sound escaped your lips first before you shifted slowly on top of Chan. The room instantly went silent.
You blinked tiredly, still barely conscious.
Then pushed yourself up weaklyâ
You looked devastatingly adorable.
Sleep still clung heavily to your expression while your fluffy ears twitched weakly. One ear had folded awkwardly inside out during the night, making Felix physically clutch his chest from cuteness aggression.
Now accidentally straddling Chanâs hips while your hands rested against his stomach for balance, with him gripping your hips for balancing you. Your oversized sleep shirt hung loosely off one shoulder while your fluffy hair looked completely ruined from sleep.
Everyone stared.
Completely defeated and awestruck. Because somehow this looks is such a rare sight to them, you waking up before them. Not from nap, but from real night sleep.
You blinked slowly at the crowd gathered in the doorway. Completely confused. ââŚHm?â
Nobody answered immediately.
Because every single member was too busy staring at you. Your cheeks looked soft and puffy from sleep.
Hair messy.
Eyes barely open.
And the tiny sleepy pout on your lips nearly killed everyone instantly.
Then yawned softly.
Before immediately collapsing back down against Chanâs chest with a tiny sleepy whine.
âIâm tiredâŚâ
Your voice came muffled against his skin as you curled instinctively beneath his chin again, purr sound can be heard again.
âAww,â Chan cooed sweetly. âThey woke my baby girl up huh?.â Chan continued back on fondling your lower ass and kiss the top of your head sweetly. While his other hand still on your hip.
âYOUR baby girl?!â Han shouted.
Chan ignored him entirely.
Instead, he gently cradled the back of your head before turning fully onto his sideâ
Taking you with him, adjusting the blanket to cover the both of you. And completely shielding you away with his entire body from the others. Like he genuinely intended to hide you away forever. Jeongin burst into laughter immediately.
âHeâs actually hoarding her.â
Felix finally snapped.
âNo absolutely not.â
Han and Felix launched themselves onto the bed dramatically attempting to pry you away.
âGive her back!â
âShe belongs to all of us!â
Chan tightened his grip dramatically.
âShe chose me.â
âShe was unconscious!â
Meanwhile you remained half asleep through the entire argument, clinging lazily to Chanâs chest while your tail swished slowly beneath the blankets. You blinked awake slightly again from all the movement, confused laughter bubbling weakly from your chest while being squished between fighting members.
âWhatâs happeningâŚâ
Minho shook his head while laughing softly beside Seungmin.
âEmbarrassing.â
âTheyâre acting like divorced parents fighting custody,â Seungmin sighed.
Even Changbin leaned against the doorway laughing before eventually joining Han and Felix trying to pry you away.
âOkay move over already.â
âNo.â
âChan.â
âSheâs comfortable.â
âSheâs asleep!â
âExactly.â
Eventually the bed devolved into complete chaos.
Blankets got stolen.
Felix attempted dragging you gently by the waist.
Han complained loudly every five seconds.
Changbin wrestled Chanâs arm away while laughing.
Hyunjin joined in eventually got a chance to grab your arm dramatically pulling you away from Chan. âCome here.â
Chan groaned loudly.
âTraitors.â
Meanwhile Minho, Seungmin and Jeongin only watched the chaos with exhausted amusement.
âChildren,â Minho muttered.
âLiteral children,â Seungmin agree
By the time everyone finally got ready to leave for brunch, the energy inside the house felt warm and lively again. Sleepiness lingered softly beneath everyoneâs movements while the ocean breeze greeted you all the second you stepped outside. The salty air filled your lungs immediately.
Fresh.
Cool.
Comforting.
Your ears perked instantly at the sound of distant waves while everyone slowly made their way toward a nearby ocean-side restaurant.
The streets near the shoreline buzzed peacefully with late morning life. The smell of grilled seafood drifting through the air. You walked quietly between the members while sunlight warmed your skin.
And for a momentâ
Everything truly felt okay again.
No tension.
No loneliness.
No fear.
Just warmth.
Laughter.
Belonging.
You walked beside the members toward a nearby seaside restaurant while salty air brushed gently against your skin and hair. The ocean spread endlessly beside the road, waves crashing rhythmically against rocks below while sunlight shimmered beautifully across the water.
Everyone instantly relaxed the second they reached the coast.
Felix stretched both arms dramatically toward the sky.
âThis is healing me emotionally.â
âYou keep say that every five minutes,â Seungmin replied.
âBecause I need healing every five minutes.â
You laughed softly while walking between Chan and Jeongin, your cardigan fluttering slightly in the sea breeze.
Then suddenlyâ
Chan reached down quietly and hooked his pinky around yours.
Small subtle gesture but warm.
You glanced up at him.
He only smiled softly.
And for some reasonâ
That tiny gesture affected you more than anything else that morning.
Because after everything latelyâŚ
After all the distance.
All the hurt.
All the moments where you thought maybe you were slowly being left behindâ
Being loved this openly again almost made your chest ache.
The restaurant overlooked the ocean directly, wooden decks extending toward the water while the smell of grilled food and sea salt mixed warmly together.
Everyone immediately began arguing over menu choices.
Han wanted everything.
Changbin complained about portions.
Hyunjin cared more about aesthetics than food.
Meanwhile you sat quietly for a moment just watching them.
Listening.
Smiling softly.
And without realizingâ
Your tail slowly curled happily around the leg of your chair beneath the table.
Because thisâ
This was what youâd missed most.
Not attention.
Not gifts.
Not affection alone.
But this feeling.
Being included.
Wanted.
Loved naturally in the middle of everyday moments.
None of you noticed the way Jinaâs unread message still sat quietly on Chanâs phone.
Ignored because of the Do Not Disturb mode was on.
Waiting.
Brunch ended up becoming one of those moments all of you would probably remember years later without even trying. Not because something extraordinary happened. But because everything felt so right.
The restaurant overlooked the ocean directly, large windows opened to let the sea breeze flow through naturally while warm sunlight reflected beautifully across the water outside. The salty scent of the ocean mixed together with grilled seafood, butter, citrus, and fresh drinks, creating an atmosphere so comforting it made everyone visibly relax deeper into their seats.
The long table overflowed with dishes.
Fresh grilled fish.
Crab.
Shrimp.
Seafood stew.
Rice bowls.
Fruit platters.
Cold drinks sweating beneath the warmth of late morning.
The members talked over each other constantly, laughter weaving naturally between bites of food and random conversations.
You sat comfortably beside Lee Know, whoâd somehow silently taken responsibility for helping you eat the moment he noticed you struggling with seafood shells. âYouâre hopeless,â he muttered fondly while peeling shrimp for you effortlessly.
âIâm tryingâŚâ
âYou almost launched crab meat across the restaurant.â
âThat happened once.â
âIt happened twice.â
You gasped softly while Han laughed loudly from across the table. Minho only shook his head with amusement before placing freshly peeled seafood carefully onto your plate.
âEat.â
Your tail flicked happily behind your chair while you obediently took another bite.
The savory taste nearly made your eyes close.
âSo goodâŚâ
Minho glanced sideways at your expression and smiled faintly to himself.
A little sauce lingered near the corner of your lips.
Without even thinking about it, his thumb brushed there casually, wiping it away with the side of his knuckle.
The gesture felt so natural like heâd done it a thousand times before.
You blinked softly at him.
ââŚThank you.â
Minho only hummed quietly before continuing to peel more seafood for you.
Across the table, Felix whispered dramatically to Hyunjinâ
âTheyâre literally married.â
âI know right ? I want to be married to her too.â
âChannie hyung HOW could you leave me alone in our room last night! Even worse you went to sleep with Y/n, keeping her to yourself!â Jeongin playfully brought up the topic about this morning. Everyone calling him out agreeing with Jeongin, while you only chewed on your food looking at Chan to see his reaction. âIf you brought her to our room last night I wouldnât complain.â Jeongin added. Chan only laughed, forming thin lines to the outer of his eyes. Hand waving to dismissed the teasing.
âOh you guys, thereâs nothing happened last night, I should be the one complaining.â Your calm reply shocked everyone, making them laughed even more. Han clapped his hand and throwing his head back laughing, Felix and Jeonginâs mouths wide open surprised from the comeback. Everyone can hear Changbinâs iconic laugh. Chan though, looking so shocked his eyes and mouth wide apart, disbelieve written all over his face.
âWhat did you guys expect bound to happen?â You continued chuckled teasingly, cocking an eyebrow to mocked them more and continued stuffing rice into your mouth. âWait!... you expected something to happen?! What did you expect to happen Y/N-ah ?!â Chan pointing his finger at you, his ears hot and red.
âOooh so sassy! I love that side of you!â Hyunjin said outloud.
âHuhh I donât know ChanâŚâ you took a moment to swallow the food properly, âwhy donât you try and find out?â you looked at him, trying to looked as innocent as ever.
Minho smirked beside you and poke your side tickling you, âSuch a brat arenât ya?â. You playfully winked at him, drawing a small laughter from Minho, shaking his head.
Chan can only scoffed, tongue the inside of his cheek, nodding his head, lips forming a half-smile, amused and still canât believe how casually you flirted back.
After most of the table finished eating, only Chan, Changbin, and Minho still had proper meals untouched in front of them.
Because naturally theyâd spent most of brunch feeding everyone else first.
Cutting food.
Passing dishes.
Helping you.
Refilling drinks.
Han noticed too and frowned.
âHyungs, eat properly.â
âWe are,â Changbin answered while finally taking his first real bite.
Once everyone finally finished eating, the atmosphere shifted into lazy contentment.
Sunlight glowed warmly through the windows while drinks sweated against the tabletop and nobody looked particularly eager to move.
Then suddenlyâ
âDessert?â
You turned toward Han immediately.
Han already looked halfway through convincing himself.
âI want something cold.â
He leaned closer dramatically.
âShare with me?â
You laughed softly.
âOkay.â
âYES.â Han immediately flagged down a waiter while looking absurdly pleased with himself.
Across the table, Felix bounced excitedly in his seat. âWe should explore today.â Everyone looked toward him. Felix gestured excitedly toward the ocean outside.
âLike properly explore Busan. Cute places. Shops. The streets. Then tomorrow can be full beach day.â
âTomorrow beach. Then Saturday we should just relax at the house.â
He pointed his fork thoughtfully.
âThereâll probably be fireworks and drone shows near the beach this weekend anyway.â
âOoh,â Felix perked up instantly.
âWe can watch from the porch,â Seungmin added excitedly.
âAnd barbecue.â
âYes,â Changbin immediately agreed.
Minho hummed thoughtfully.
âAdd alcohol too.â
Then his eyes shifted directly toward you.
âBut not for you.â
You blinked in disbelief.
âWhat?!â
Everyone laughed immediately at your offended expression.
You pointed accusingly at him.
âWhy canât I drink with you guys?!â
âBecause no.â
âThatâs not an answer!â
Chan nodded seriously beside him.
âHeâs right.â
You looked even more betrayed.
âChristopher Bang!â
But Chan only hid his smile behind his drink.
âItâs bad for your health.â
âThen itâs not good for your health too!â
âNahh itâs only bad for kitten.â He mocked even more.
âHey!â
Han nearly wheezed laughing while scooping dessert onto a spoon.
âJust drink apple juice, baby.â
Then he fed you the spoonful before you could continue arguing.
The cold sweetness instantly distracted you.
ââŚOh this is good.â
âExactly.â
Minho shook his head fondly.
âSo easy.â
The rest of the afternoon passed beautifully. Busan felt alive in a completely different way compared to Seoul.
Softer somehow.
More relaxed.
The streets bustled gently with people wandering through markets, cafĂŠs, and seaside paths while ocean air lingered everywhere.
The members stayed close together while walking through the marketplace since even on weekdays there were still enough people around to lose someone accidentally.
Food stalls lined the streets selling hotteok, seafood skewers, fish cakes, and shaved ice while little souvenir shops displayed jewelry, accessories, handmade crafts, and clothing.
Your eyes sparkled the entire time.
âThereâs so much stuffâŚâ
Han immediately bought snacks for everyone.
Felix got distracted by literally every dessert stand.
Hyunjin disappeared twice because he spotted âpretty lightingâ for photos.
And somewhere between all of itâ
The members kept taking pictures.
Constantly.
Of each other.
Of the scenery.
Of you.
Especially you.
âThis way, sunny.â
âWait, stay there.â
âDonât move.â
You laughed helplessly while being shuffled around like everyoneâs personal model.
At one point, Seungmin and Felix practically argued over who got better candid photos of you.
âShe smiled more in mine.â
âBecause she was looking at ME.â
âThatâs worse.â
You wore the sundress Jeongin picked earlier during shopping, paired with soft strappy sandals and a small brown shoulder bag Felix helped choose.
The members genuinely looked proud seeing you dressed up.
âYou look beautiful,â Felix told you for probably the fifth time that day.
Your ears warmed.
âYou literally helped style me.â
âExactly,â he grinned proudly.
Then suddenlyâ
Jeongin grabbed your wrist lightly.
âCome here.â
âHm?â
âI want to take your picture.â
Instant anxiety immediately returned.
âOh noâŚâ
âYouâre fine.â
âI donât know how to poseâŚâ
Jeongin sighed dramatically.
âYouâre hopeless.â
Still, he guided you patiently toward a small bench overlooking one of the prettier streets near the coastline.
âOkay. Sit.â
You obeyed nervously.
âCross your legs a little.â
âLike this?â
âYeah. Hands beside you.â
You adjusted awkwardly.
âI feel weird.â
âStop thinking so hard.â
Then softerâ
âJust look at me.â
You did.
And somehow that made things easier.
Jeongin smiled encouragingly behind the camera.
âGood. Tilt your head slightly.â
You copied him carefully.
Meanwhile behind himâ
Han suddenly clutched his chest dramatically before dropping to one knee. âOh my god sheâs beautiful.â
You burst out laughing immediately.
And click.
Jeongin captured the exact moment your face relaxed naturally.
Eyes crinkled.
Smile genuine.
Beautiful without trying.
Jeongin stared at the photo afterward triumphantly.
âSee?â
You peeked over his shoulder.
And honestlyâ
You looked happy.
Really happy.
Eventually everyone gathered together for group selfies too.
Hyunjin, being tallest, naturally held the phone highest while the rest crowded around you shamelessly. Felix pressed against one side. Han leaned over your shoulder. Chan stood behind you with his chin resting lightly near the top of your head.
Your laughter filled nearly every picture because nobody could stay serious for more than two seconds.
And somehowâ
Those photos became your favorite.
Messy.
Warm.
Real.
Time slipped by faster than expected.
Before anyone realized it, the sky had already begun turning gold.
The group slowly wandered toward the beach almost instinctively, following the distant sound of waves and warm evening breeze.
People filled the shoreline casually.
Families.
Couples.
Friends gathering together.
Street musicians somewhere nearby.
You stepped onto the sand slowlyâ
Then immediately froze.
The sunset looked unreal. Orange melted into red. Pink blended softly into purple higher across the sky. The ocean reflected everything beautifully, sparkling beneath the dying sunlight like scattered jewels across water. Your breath caught softly.
âWowâŚâ
Without thinking, you walked closer toward the shoreline alongside Felix, Han, and Jeongin, completely mesmerized by the colors. Behind you, Changbin watched quietly.
Not the sunset.
You.
The way your eyes reflected the light.
The way your ears twitched softly in the ocean breeze.
The way happiness softened your entire face.
You turned slightly toward him.
âIsnât it beautiful?â
Changbin smiled faintly.
âYeah.â
But his eyes never left you.
Seungmin eventually joined beside him too.
Then quietlyâ
âYouâre prettier though.â
You blinked at him in surprise before smiling softly.
âThank you.â A little new to the feelings of receiving compliments completely without second thoughts and acknowledged those compliments to your heart.
Changbin suddenly leaned closer toward your ear. Close enough his voice brushed warm against your skin.
Your fluffy tail and ears immediately stood upright in shock, almost like in alert mode.
Then without another explanation he casually patted your shoulder and walked away toward the others like nothing happened.
You remained frozen.
Face blanked.
Hyunjin immediately noticed.
âWhat did he say?â
Seungmin blinked.
âI didnât hear it too.â
You covered your face instantly.
âHe said 'you're sleeping with me tonight'âŚâ
Hyunjin let out the loudest offended whine imaginable.
âTHATâS NOT FAIR.â
Meanwhile Seungmin burst into laughter.
âItâs fair to me tho.â
You blinked.
âHuh?â
He grinned smugly.
âWeâre roommates.â Gesturing to himself and Changbin.
Realization hit immediately. âI get to sleep with her too LOLâ.
Your face burned hot, laughing from his reply. Seungmin stepped closer before gently cupping your cheeks between both hands, squishing them until your lips puckered helplessly. âI canât wait,â he teased softly with a smirk.
Somewhere behind you, Hyunjin sounded seconds away from filing an official complaint.
Warnings: forced marriage, royalty au, strangers to lovers, fluff
summary: When your parents engaged you with the prince of a neighbouring country, you flee. On your way you meet a handsome man...
author's note: Here is the part two of my little series! Have funđ
To say that getting used to your new life was easy, is a lie. After your wedding day, everything changed. Temporary, for your honeymoon, you slept in Chan's room. It's not that you didn't like his room, it was big and so comfortable but whenever when both, Chan and you, were alone in the same room, there was this uncomfortable silence that filled the entire atmosphere.
He had always his back turned towards you, raising a wall between you and him, when he slept or acted like he was sleeping. But mostly you didn't even met him outside from dinner. He was always up and working when you woke up. And then, he came back late, too late so that you are usually asleep already. It was like he avoided you. The only time you saw each other was at dinner.
The first days after your wedding, he made conversation while eating. Well, perhaps only because your parents and his accompanied it. But as soon as they were on their way back home, he avoided you more and more. It was like there wasn't a time before the wedding. Like you were real strangers even though you had met him before in the forest.
Life in the castle was boring. All you did was sitting the whole day and waiting for the time to pass. You would die to read something just a small novel or anything else. But the boredom was killing you. And the loneliness. Just the maids accompanied you but they didn't know you and they strictly held their distance.
Chan didn't even show you around. Sometimes you just wandered around, not knowing where the heck you were.
Carefully, you knocked on the wooden door to Chan's work room. You didn't even know where it was, you had to ask a maid to lead you.
"Come in" he said dulled by the door. You entered the comfortable room with a large table in it. He was leaned forward, studying a map. His hair was disheveled and you could see dark circles under his eyes.
He looked up, surprised to see you standing there.
"Y/n. What can I do for you?"
"May you show me the palace, please?" You asked determined that you would bring him to leave this room for a moment.
He sighed, rubbing his hands over his face. "I have important things to deal with"
You scoffed. "I am your wife. I'm not important?"
"Of course you are important too." He paused. "Just give me five minutes and I will show you around" You nodded excited.
Just some minutes later, Chan guided you through the hallways, stopping from time to time to show you a room. He showed you a room with thousands of different instruments. Surprised, you entered it to inspect the instruments.
"I didn't expect you to have a whole room with instruments" you exclaimed, grabbing a violin.
"Yeah. I quite enjoy to make music" he explained, following you into the room, sitting down in front of the piano.
"Really? My mother made me learn the violin. It was fun" you stated. Chan's hands traced the keys of the piano, gently pressing down to create the first tones. With quick fingers, he played with the keys, letting the room fill with clear and harmonic sounds. Impressed, you watched him. He had a massive talent.
"I'm impressed" you said when he stopped. "Thanks" he just answered, leading you out the room and in the hallway.
The atmosphere was better, like the first sun after days of clouds, you could finally see a bit of the man that you have met in the woods. He was still distant but know you could keep a light conservation going without much awkwardness.
At the end of your tour, he showed you the library. It was far bigger than yours at home and extended over three floors. You deeply inhaled the smell of the books, observing the hundreds of shelves. The big windows with their endless curtains complimented the room, turning it into a comfortable environment for reading.
"You like it?" He questioned, leaning against a shelf. "Like? I love it!" you exclaimed, running a finger over the wood of the shelf.
"I'm glad. You can read everything in here and even more if you want" he stated, a smile forming on his lips.
You frowned. "I am allowed to read? You don't think it's inappropriate for a woman?" you asked hesitant.
"Of course. Why should it be inappropriate?"
"My parents hated it when I read. A woman doesn't need this knowledge, they said" you explained, playing with the fabric of your yellow dress.
"Here, you can read how long and how often you want" he reassured.
"Really?" You couldn't believe it. You thought that he would hate it if you read, seeing it as inappropriate and unnecessary.
"Of course. You can start now if you want." He responded, signaling to the shelves filled with thousands of books.
"I'll do that" You smiled, picking at your nails when you wandered through the aisles, reading the headlines of the books and deciding what you should read first.
He chuckled. "I'll leave you alone then. Have fun" he said as he left the library, probably going back to his work room. Excited, you picked a novel and sat down on one of the comfortable armchairs near the huge windows, the sun shining through.
For hours, you read and read. From time to time, you send a maid to get you something to drink but you never left the chair. It didn't take long before the book was finished. A maid, informed you just moments later that dinner was ready.
Hungry, you stretched, your limbs tense due to the sitting, and followed her into the dining hall. Chan already sat at the end of the huge table, clearly waiting for you. You sat down on the only other chair. The smell of the delicious food filled the room. Everything you could dream of stood within reach. Just Chan seemed to have fixed the wall of his cold prince behaviour. Or maybe his appearance in the woods back then was a facade and this was the real him.
He just confused you. He was respectful but distant. But earlier this day, you could feel the wall crumble and you could see Chan not just prince Christopher.
"Will you accompany me to our chamber?" You asked as soon as you finished eating even though you knew the answer.
"I'm sorry but I still need to work" he insisted and stood up, leaving you alone in the huge room that felt even bigger when the only one in there was you.
By now you knew what his father meant when he said that Chan likes to bury himself in work. Well, he wasn't just burying, no, he was working himself to death.
You layed in bed with open eyes, still deep in thoughts when you heard the heavy door open and Chan sneaked in. With a low sigh, he got into bed right behind you, the bed giving away under his weight and his arm touching your back. Soon you could feel his breath against you neck, causing a comfortable shiver. You rolled around slightly so that you could get a peak on the sleeping prince next to you. Even without light you saw his tiredness. Carefully not to wake him up, you brushed a hair out of his face. You liked him, a lot, if you admitted and you hoped that you will get some sort of friends at least in this marriage.
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Days passed and while Chan worked all day and nearly the whole night, you spend all your time in the library, making it you hobby to read every single book in there. Even though you were still lonely, you could at least distract you with reading. You wondered if Chan even thought about you.
His parents leaved you two alone a lot. Just from time to time, they accompanied both of you at dinner. You liked his parents. It was clear that both deeply cared for their son and even though they might not be in love with each other, they had a great relationship. And now since you were a part of the family, they felt like the normal parents you never had.
You were excited when they told you that you'll visit a town near the palace so that the people could meet you.
The following day, you sat in a carriage for the first time since you married. Chan was right beside you, looking out and deep in thought. Infront and behind the carriage at least four soldiers shielded you from possible attacks.
The dress that your maids made you wear, was uncomfortable due to the tight corset. Sitting was difficult and painful since the bottom of the corset pressed into your hips.
Chan looked fabulous. He was dressed in a tight suit with shining armour, visualising the picture of the perfect prince. The black colour of his suit made him look majestic and symbolised the power and strength he held. On his head was the crown, perfectly in place even after two hours of sitting in that damn carriage.
You couldn't wait to step out of it. You reached the outskirts of the town, people pointing at you when they saw you looking out. Hesitant you waved back. In the city centre, the carriage finally came to a halt. Immediately, you wanted to jump out but you knew that Chan was the first to step out, so you waited for your turn.
Chan held his hand up when you stepped out, not wanting you to trip. You grabbed it thankfully, already enjoying the sun on your skin. There was already a crowd that observed you curiously.
"Hello people, I want you to meet my wife, princess y/n" he introduced you. Many people smiled at you, waving and shouting a hello. He sneaked an arm around your waist, signaling that you belonged to him. He lead you through the streets, speaking with different persons. You could see that he loved his people and like to be around them.
A little kid came running up to you, tugged at your dress to get your attention. Carefully to not loose your tiara, you kneeled down, being now eye to eye with the little boy that couldn't be older than five.
"Your beautiful princess y/n!" He exclaimed, holding out a flower with the other hand.
"Oh thank you, little one. Is that for me?" You questioned with a smile. Proudly, he gave you the flower, a toothy smile on his lips. "Yes! I have picked it especially for you"
You couldn't help but laugh. This boy was just too sweet.
"I'm honoured. Thank you" you replied, ruffling through his hair. Giggling, the boy ran back to his mommy. You felt Chan's stare the entire time even after you slowly stood up. His face remained distant but his eyes were filled with a warmth and adoration you barely saw. His arm circled your waist once again as you continued your walk.
"The boy was so sweet!" You stated for the tenth time as you sat again in the carriage back to the palace. Countless times you had smelled on the flower, enjoying the sweet scent.
"Yeah, he was really cute" Chan answered.
"How often do you visit the towns?"
"Whenever it's possible. I love to be under the people"
You smirked. "I noticed that".
"That's why they all looked at you so respectfully when we were at the market!" You added.
He rubbed his neck and adjusted his position.
"Yes, they all knew who I was"
You wanted to ask him why he didn't reveal his identity when you first met. But you feared that this wasn't the right time and he would just block off.
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Another day passed and you decided that you'll take your relationship with Chan into your own hand. With a book from the library, you stood in front of his working room. With a deep breath, you knocked determined. Again, Chan mumbled a come in. Like last time, you studied something on his table, observing you from his spot. His hair fell in his face the way he was bend over the wooden desk.
As always, he looked tired. You didn't want to know how much he had slept last night.
"Can I do something for you?" He questioned, pushing the sleeves of his white chemise up.
"Actually, I thought I could accompany you while you work" your voice became thinner at the end, fearing a rejection. Surprise took over his face and a wide smile appeared.
"I don't mind at all. Please, make yourself at home" he mentioned to the little couch on the other end of the room.
For hours, you were completely zoned out while reading. And you loved the thought of someone being there even if no words were exchanged. It felt like you weren't so alone anymore, like you found something that you could do with Chan.
Right on time, you dragged him to dinner even against his will to work more. The evening was filled with comfortable chattering and after dinner, you urged him to play chess with you.
"Are you sure you want to play against me? The chess champion?" He questioned teasingly.
"You need to win against me before you coul actually call you a champion." You responded, starting the game.
After a few moves, it was clear that this will be a head-to-head-racing and you definitely won't let him win, not under any circumstances. Sometimes he did a great move and sometimes you. But at the end it was clear who the actual champion is.
"Who is the champion now, huh?" You teased when you did the winning strike and knocked over his king.
He sighed disappointed in himself but clearly amused.
"Alright, I think that's enough of chess now" he said.
"Say it" you urged him.
"I think it's time for bed" he tried to distract.
"Say it!" You exclaimed while laughing.
"You're the champion. Satisfied?"
You hummed in agreement, following him into your room. After changing, both of you jumped into bed. It was the first time that he really went to bed when you were still awake. And you were delighted that he didn't work in the middle of the night. Surprisingly fast, you fell asleep with a smile on your lips.
The next morning, you woke up from the sunlight, trying to move away from the brightness. But instead something held you in place. You snapped your eyes open, seeing that Chan had draped an arm protectively over your waist and his legs were tangled between yours. Carefully you looked down to get a better look. His face layed on your shoulder while his face was hidden between your neck and hair, his hot breath hitting the skin. Little snores escaped him.
It was the first time that he still slept when you woke up. Usually, he would be sitting in his office at this time but the sleep seems to be necessary.
After thirty minutes, you needed to go to the bathroom urgently. You thought that he would eventually wake up soon after you but Chan still slept. Slowly, you tried to roll away, detangling your legs. But he just tightened his grip, pressing his head further into your hair to get away from the sunlight. You chuckled, pushing some of his hair away.
He grumbled as you tried waking him by brushing over his silky hair. Eventually, he rolled over, letting you escape. After a quick run to the bath, you sat in one of the armchairs, reading the next book while watching over your husband.
Slowly, he rose from the bed, rubbing his eyes and yawning.
"Good morning, Christopher"
His eyes fixated you, his hair dishevelled and all over his face, yet he looked absolutely handsome.
"To you as well, y/n" he answered, getting out of bed.
"Before I forget it. Tomorrow evening we are supposed to attend a ball from an influential lord" he added before leaving the room.
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"Who is this lord?" You asked your husband on the way to the ball. Again, you sat in a carriage, clearly annoyed from the back and forth after over an hour.
"He is a friend of my father. Every year, he hosts a ball" he explained.
Anxious, you fiddled with the fabric of your midnight blue dress. Slowly it becomes a habit. You hated crowds and a ball was something you hated with every fibre of your being. It was like you were served on the silver plate for everyone to look at and to judge. One wrong move and the whole society will know it by the next morning, making fun of you.
You were now crown princess and the attention you are getting just doubled. Luckily, you could cling to Chan the whole evening, being like a dog, following around.
Like a gentlemen, he got out of the carriage as soon as it stopped in front of the pompous resident, helping you out. You clinged to his arm as he lead you to the entrance. Just shortly after you entered the ball, he was busy with holding conversations to different types of people. But one thing they all had in common. They were willing to kiss Chan's shoes even if it just brought them a small advantage.
After the luxurious dinner, the lord spoke with you. He was an elder man who eyed you from head to toe. Even though your dress wasn't revealing anything, you felt naked and insecure in his gaze. He theoretically undressed you just with his eyes. Your grip at Chan's hand doubled, holding him and hoping he wouldn't let you alone with him.
Currently, he was speaking to said lord, laughing quietly at the joke that wasn't even funny.
"I must say that you have a really beautiful wife, your grace. I bet she fulfills all your desires" the lord said, laughing loudly.
Chan face darkened when he realised what the old man said. All his expressions hardened.
"Beg your pardon?" He snarled. His arms circled your waist, reassuring you that you wouldn't be left alone.
"I'm sorry. I didn't want to be disrespectful in any way. She just seems to be the perfect little wife" In the lord's eyes sparkled lust and desire. You shivered uncomfortable.
"Lord, it was a pleasure to speak with you" he excused both of you, underlining the word wife and leading you outside.
"He is creepy" you mumbled, when you stepped out of the resident.
Chan just hummed in agreement, clearly offended and angry.
"I'm sorry that I didn't stop him earlier. I-"
"It's okay. Thank you for even stepping up for me" you interrupted him. He clenched and unclenched his fists.
"It's not. You are my wife. He shouldn't even think about that in the slightest. And I was oblivious at first. I should have protected you" he exclaimed. You tried to calm him with running your fingers over his arms, feeling the tension in his muscles.
"You protected me, Christopher. I know I'm safe with you" you said calmly.
"Don't call me that" he said tense.
"What? Why? But it's your name." You questioned confused.
"Because I like the way you said Chan to me in the woods. And it reminds me of the first time, I saw you" he mumbled, his sparkly eyes reflecting the moon. The tension was leaving his body. Slowly you wandered through the maze out of the prettiest flowers.
"Chan..." You whispered, halting in the middle of the maze at the beautiful pavilion filled with flowers. Just the moon accompanying both of you.
His eyes finally flicked towards your face, your eyes.
"I never met anyone like you, Y/n. It's maddening how much you consume my very being from the moment I met you not knowing who you are."
His eyes wandered down to your lips, tracing the form of them with his gaze.
"All I can think about is you. And I want to be nowhere except with you" he added. He bared everything to you, gave his heart in your hands. You didn't find any words that could describe your feelings for him. Tenderly, you placed your hands on his cheeks.
"I won't go anywhere. I'll stay" you whispered and he closed his eyes as he pressed his lips against yours. They felt so light against yours, so velvety. The kiss was completely different from the one you shared at your wedding. It's passionate and full of unspoken words.
Slowly, he moved his lips and deepened the kiss. Your hands wandered to his neck, caressing his smooth hair. His own fingers held you tight, kneading the skin on your waist.
He interrupted the kiss, laying his forehead against yours, your crowns crashing together on your heads. The distance he held was long gone, replaced with passion and tenderness. He opened his arms, hugging you tight as you layed your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
"I was afraid that you wouldn't want me" he confessed. You lifted your head.
"Why that?" You were shocked. Why wouldn't you want him?
"You liked me as a normal man not the prince of a country"
You cupped his cheek again, loving it how he leaned into that touch.
"I like you as a normal man and as a prince. It doesn't matter what status you have. As long as you'll always be by my side" you whispered.
He chases your lips once again, pouring all he got into it.
Warnings: forced marriage, royalty au, strangers to lovers, slight angst
summary: When your parents engaged you with the prince of a neighbouring country, you flee. On your way you meet a handsome man...
Being a princess wasn't easy. Sure it had it's peaks. The beautiful dresses, never having to worry about anything and so much more. That's what you thought growing up. What you didn't realised that you lived in a golden cage with gold, power and everything you could wish for.
You were used to all the attention from a young age. The people in you land always turned their eyes to you. As a child, they loved seeing you by the side of your parents, even if it was just in a carriage. You always had multiple duties and that from the beginning. However, as a child, they were less noticeable and while growing up, they became more and more visible. You used to think that the big castle was a symbol of your freedom since you loved to run through the huge corridors. But it changed to a big cage in your eyes. You were always under the strict eyes of your parents, not letting you do something that you liked even if only the staff would notice it. It was your personal cage and you were the lion, the biggest attraction, running from one site to another without escaping it.
From the beginning you were born, it was clear that you would marry someone with importance and wealth to bring honour to your family. Therefore, love wasn't relevant. Especially, since your older brother was next in line to become king. You had hoped that your parents would give you more time, time in their cage without a husband that wouldn't love you. A marriage would just draw more attention towards you and a new cage would imprison you.
It was this morning where they introduced you to the news that they have found the perfect husband for you. He was from the neighbouring country and was three years older than you. He was the prince and because of that extremely wealthy. All your parents ever wanted. His name is Prince Christopher and they told you that yesterday, he asked for your hand and in exchange he would give them money.
You had hoped that a marriage would be far away in the future but hearing that someone wanted you as a wife made you anxious. Fortunately he wasn't an old man and just three years older than you. But still, you had never met him. He could be cruel and treat you badly.
But you wouldn't let it take that far. You decided to take your destiny in your own hand. At night, you grabbed a bag with food you had stolen earlier and a brown cape from your brother. Dressed in a plain brown dress, the simplest of your dresses, you climbed out of your window. You knew exactly when the soldiers would change the shifts and took the opportunity to climb up the wall, shielding the castle from the outside.
With quick steps, you ran through the night. You needed to get as far away as possible. The maids would find your bed cold in the morning and it wouldn't be long when the soldiers were commanded to search for you. You just paused for some minutes from time to time. You would sleep a bit when the sun was rising.
Around the afternoon, you finally let yourself rest for longer. You just entered another forest and you realised that sooner or later your food will run out. You really needed to go to the next market on the next day.
Walking through the forest, you tried to avoid any streets as best as you could. By all costs, you didn't want to get recognised from anyone. It was the next morning and it was already hot. The sun shone through the leaves of the trees and you hummed to yourself. You loved the nature, it made you feel free. Something you barely felt in the castle. Of course, sleeping on the ground was no comparison to the huge bed that you owned but you were willing to trade it against a life with freedom.
Branches cracked and at first you thought that it was just a dear but just seconds later, a horse came crashing through the woods. A man sat in the saddle, wearing simple armour and a black cape. His dark hair was lightened by the sun. His horse stopped in front of you. Judging by his plain armour he wasn't a soldier, especially not from the palace.
"Good morning, miss" he said, jumping off the horse to kiss your hand like a gentleman. However, he doesn't seem to recognise you.
"Good morning as well" you answered. His curious gaze observing you and eying you from head to toe.
"What do they call you?" He asked with a friendly smile, while patting the shoulder of the horse.
"Nevermind what they call me"
"You shouldn't be this deep in the forest alone" he stated.
You chuckled. "I'm not alone, I'm with you. Mister... What do they call you?" He was sweet when he returned your smile, his eyes sparkling with joy.
"You don't know who I am? That is... They call me Chan" he answered.
"Well, then nice to meet you, Chan" you said with a smile.
"So, do I get the pleasure to know your name?"
"I'm Y/n" You liked how he looked at you. All your life you were used to the same ways how people look at you. They are envious or angered for not living in wealth like you. But Chan was the first person to look at you like you weren't a princess. Like you were a living human being and not just a figure your parents could push around.
"Y/n, a beautiful name to a beautiful lady" he practised your name, his cheeks and ears turning red as he flirted with you. And you found it absolutely adorable.
"What are you doing in the forest?" He added.
"I'm just wandering around. What about you? You don't seem like a normal villager." You tried to distract yourself from the blush that crept up your face.
"I'm hunting." he exclaimed and held his bow higher. Right, that made sense, he is a hunter.
"Then, you might know where the next village is?" you asked, fiddling with your cape.
"Of course" he grabbed the rein of the horse and signaled you to follow him. It was nice that he showed you the way. He filled the silence with a comfortable conversation, earning from time to time a laugh from you.
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An hour and a half later, you reached the next village. It was small but extremely beautiful. Luckily, there was a market where you could purchase some food. By that time, you had already figured that you had crossed the border to the neighbouring country. They all eyed Chan respectfully with a smile.
However, the hunter still accompanied you, leading you to the best stand in the whole market, like he said. After buying something, you sat with him on a wooden bench, munching happily the food. Calm, you observed the crowd of people, pushing themselves to the dedicated stand.
Then, you noticed to figures, they were soldiers with the emblem of your royal family. They definitely searched for you. In panic, you jumped up, gabbing your stuff.
"What are you-" Chan couldn't even finish his sentence when you pulled him behind one of the stands. He came crashing down on the ground next to you, looking at you like you were crazy.
You observed the crowd once more and the two soldiers were still there.
"Are these soldiers searching for you?" Chan asked as he followed your glance. When you didn't answer he continued. "They are from the other country! Wow, what did you do to the royal family that they are searching that drastically for you?"
"Did you murder someone? That's why you were so deep in the forest!" He exclaimed. Before he could say more, you silenced him with pushing your hand on his mouth.
"Stay quiet!" you whispered. His lips were warm and even though you tried to prevent it, you blushed slightly. You felt his warm gaze on you. But you looked over the stand once more, unfortunately to the wrong time. One of the soldiers saw your face and pointed to you to show his mate.
"Shit." You mumbled, throwing the hood of your cape over your head, and running into a smaller street.
"Y/n! Where are you going?" Chan yelled behind you. It didn't matter where you ran to, just away from the soldiers. You followed the street, turned left into another one. Unfortunately, it was a dead end. That was it, there was nowhere you could go.
"What is wrong, y/n? Why are you running from them?" Chan's concerned face was pushed into your field of vision. You were still gasping for air due to the running. But you heard the steps loud and clear. You couldn't fight your destiny.
And then, they stood before you. It was like you faced your past, the silver armour sparkling in the sun.
"There you are, princess! Your parents have been worried sick." They walked towards you.
"Princess?" You heard Chan whisper. It was clear that he was hurt. Of course. He didn't know who you were. You didn't turn around because you didn't want to see his face fall. "I'm sorry, Chan" you mumbled and followed the soldiers.
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"What were you thinking young lady! Someone could have recognised you!" Your mother scolded. You stood in the throne room, your parents sitting ahead of you on their throne, staring down at you.
"What would your fiancĂŠe say? The honour of our family rises or falls with your actions. And you will marry him, there is no other way" your father added. Of course, they were just worried about the honour, not about you. Well, maybe they were but the throne and their reputation was way more important.
"I'm sorry" you mumbled, just wanting to get this over fast so that you could enjoy the last day here in your room alone. Tomorrow, you'll be on your way to your future husband, to his castle.
"You should be. Go, and pack your last things together" your father demanded. You nodded and left the throne room, walking through the numerous halls to reach your room. It was almost empty, the maids already packed most of the things, just the bed and a book that a friendly maid sneaked in.
Your parents hated it when you read. In their eyes, women shouldn't read literature because it made them too powerful. In the royal families, women are just important to bear children and to make sure the bloodline will continue.
In your eyes it was bullshit. When your husband dies and the children aren't old enough to reign, the wife will lead until the oldest takes over.
The next day, you just sat in the carriage, looking out in the wilderness. You would give anything to be out there again. Your parents sat in front of you, chattering about the upcoming wedding, your wedding. It will be the biggest event of the year.
Luckily, after your wedding, they will return to their palace and leave you alone. Then, you just had your husband that will disturb your peace.
It was like a journey into the unknown. You knew nobody there and even your husband was a stranger. In Addition, you didn't know anything about the life in a marriage. Your parents just told you that you need to consummate the marriage whatever that meant. But you'll know soon.
Exactly three day later, you arrived at the palace. It was huge, even bigger than your own. You were content to finally get out of the carriage. Your parents were annoying and a carriage hadn't much place to avoid them.
They were the first to leave it and were already greeting the royal family. With one last deep breath, you stepped out gracefully, all the eyes on you. The beautiful red dress fell around your legs, fluttering in the soft wind. You bowed respectfully to king and queen before turning to your future husband. When you locked eyes, your breath hitched. The stranger wasn't so unknown. It was Chan.
You froze, still don't believing who stood in front of you. Your mother coughed lightly, pulling your out of your rigidity. Quickly, you bowed to him. He took your hand and placed a tender kiss on it.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, princess y/n" he greeted, his voice still the same, yet he looked completely different. That was who he really was. Not a hunter, he was prince Christopher.
"The joy is all mine, prince Christopher" you emphasized his name. In his eyes sparkled something else, maybe regret?
The next two hours were spend setting up your room. You're not going to lie, it was beautiful, twice as big as yours in your own palace with a huge balcony.
A knock interrupted you. Slowly, you opened the door, already knowing who is behind it.
"Hello prince" you greeted him while doing a curtsies.
"May you want to join me on a stroll through the garden?" He asked, his eyes wandering through the room.
"Of course." You followed him through the palace out to the massive garden, a chaperone always behind you. The way there was plagued with silence, uncomfortable for both of you.
With your hand, you brushed over the gorgeous flowers, distracting you.
"I'm sorry for not telling you" He whispered. Bluntly, you answered. "Why? I was a stranger. I had no right to know"
"Listen, y/n" he grabbed your hand so that you couldn't turn away from him. "You had every right to know. I - Sometimes, I like to keep my identity hidden. It gives me some sort of comfort"
"I understand. I don't like the attention either." You replied, quietly enjoying the warm skin on your cold hand. "You're cold. May we go inside?"
You just nodded, letting him guide you back in.
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The following day, your wedding day, you woke up early. Well, your mother with the maids teared you from sleep. She wanted that you looked stunning and perfect for the biggest event of the year. With great precision, they arranged your hair in an extravagant updo, putting every single strand of hair the way they were pleased.
Hours were spend on dressing you in the big fluffy dress made from the finest silk with the most expensive gemstones. It was beautiful but constrictive. You are glad when this is finally over. The shoes were uncomfortable and the makeup felt heavy on your skin.
You were brought downstairs, waiting for the right moment to walk down the aisle. The throne room was filled with important people from different countries, mostly royalties or noblemen. You heard the chattering while the small orchestra played. A bouquet of flowers was placed in your hand and the doors opened. Every person watched you walking down the aisle, you felt their gaze on you but you concentrated on Chan. He looked absolutely handsome in his pompous suit, his hair perfectly styled.
You grew more and more nervous the smaller the distance between you and your new life got. You stood next to him when the priest spoke about marriage, you didn't listen to him, completely zoned out. "Prince Christopher Bang, will you love, respect and protect Princess Y/n? Will you also swear eternal fidelity to her, then answer with yes, I do."
He looked you deep in the eyes, took the ring and gently put it on your finger.
"Princess Y/n, will you love, respect and protect prince Christopher? Will you also swear eternal fidelity to him, then answer with yes, I do." You took a deep breath before you replied with a Yes, I do.
"By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife" Tenderly, he grabbed your hands before pressing a soft kiss on your lips. It was short and sweet, his velvety lips felt good on yours.
The people cheered and you blushed, remembering where you were. Hand in hand, you walked into the huge ballroom where you would celebrate, the guest following you. The room was filled with laughter. Your husband roamed through the crowd, speaking with the guests. You stood by the food, occasionally stealing small bites. You always hated events like these. Especially the men would follow you like dogs, asking for your attention due to your high standing. Luckily, you were now married so that most of them feared to come up to you.
It didn't take long before the first couples started dancing to the orchestra. You knew that you needed to dance at least once to keep your mother content. And Chan already came towards you, asking for a dance. You took his hand, letting him lead you to the middle. You knew the steps, it was something your mother had teached you from a young age, still, you were nervous. His hand felt hot on your waist, even through the fabric of the dress.
Steady, he lead you to the rhythm of the music. The whole time, you stared on his chest, not trying to keep eye contact.
"Everything alright?" He whispered into your ear. "I guess so" you answered. "You hate attention and crowds, right?"
"Yeah, is it that obvious?" He chuckled. "Only a bit."
"You don't seem to care the attention"
"Well, I'm the crown prince. I grew used to it and once I'm king it will be even more" That's right. He was the crown prince, meaning that you will be queen one day.
After your dance with your husband, your father took the chance to dance with you. Then, many men followed his example. Due to the horrible shoes, your feet hurt. You already wanted to flee from the dance floor when Chan's father asked. He was a great dancer like his son.
"I'm content that you will be on my son's side from now on" he starts a conversation, letting you twirl. "I'm honoured, great king. But why, when I'm allowed to ask."
"Chan most likely overworks himself. He doesn't need just a wife to reinsure that the bloodline will continue. He needs someone who takes care of him" you were shocked that he answered you so truthfully. "I'll do my best"
"I know that. That's why I chose you. And I'm content to consider you a part of the family"
When the event came slowly to an end, your mother pushed you in your room.
"Alright. It is time to consummate the marriage. Bring honour to the family" she said. The maids freed you from the dress and shoes. You sighed, now your a little bit more comfortable.
"What do you mean with consummating, mother?"
"Just let him do. He'll know. But it's important to consummate. Otherwise the marriage isn't fully complete." They opened the updo of your hair, letting it fall to your shoulder before brushing it through. Then, they put it up again and dressed you in another dress, a light blue one that fell to the floor in gentle waves from the waist down.
Your mother lead you out of your room down the hallway, stopping in front of a door. "Remember, do not bring shame on us" she whispered before she left. With a shaky breath, you knocked on the huge wooden door. Shuffling could be heard from the other side and a muffled "Come in".
Slowly, you entered the room. It seems to be Chan's bedroom. And it was huge. The room was lightened with the fireplace, turning everything into a yellowish colour. Chan sat on an armchair, flipping through a book. The pompous suit was replaced with a white chemise and comfortable linen trousers. He looked up when you stood beside him, fiddling with your fingers.
"I'm here to consummate our marriage" you mumbled, observing the fluffy carpet. He sighed, rubbing his eyes.
"I know"
He guided you to the bed, jumping on it and letting you sit next to him. It was awkward and uncomfortable. He grabbed something from the side table, something you couldn't make out due to the low light. Just when he flipped the thing, you noticed what it was. A dagger, a small but sharp dagger. Terrified, you pushed yourself to the edge.
"What are you doing?" You shrieked. He chuckled before pushing his chemise higher to show his free underarm. "You don't have the slightest clue what consummating means, right?" Chan placed the dagger on his arm, applied pressure and cut through his skin. He moaned in pain and held the cut over the white mattress. The red blood dropped from his arm on the mattress, a strong contrast to the white.
"What are you doing?" You asked again. You couldn't turn your eyes away from his red underarm. He threw the dagger on the side table, picking up a bandage.
"I faked our consummation. What else do you think it is?"
"I don't know. Why did you fake it?" Carefully, he bandaged himself.
"Because we are not ready yet. It should be fun and done out of freedom and will, not because of the stupid consummation. You don't even know what I'm talking about." He sighed, switching off the oil lamp, turning the room nearly completely dark.
"Lay down, y/n. I'm not gonna force you to do anything that you don't want. Having sex is something where both parties should have fun, not just the man" Obedient, you layed down next to him.
"What is sex? Is this what consummating is about?"
"Yes, it is. I'll insert myself into you. That way you'll be able to get pregnant" Even though it was dark, you could still clearly see how red his ears were. It was cute.
"Thank you" you mumbled, letting you slowly relax and enjoy the warmth that Chan radiates. Carefully, he draped the blanket over your figure.
"Good night, y/n"
"Good night, Christopher"
ââŻâ
The next morning you woke up when the wooden door banged open with a thud. You shot up, looking with big eyes into your mother's. Just then you noticed that Chan wasn't sleeping next to you. He must have got up early.
Your mother shoved the warming blanket to the side, showing you a pleasant smile when she saw the red stain upon the mattress. "I'm proud of you" she said and brushed over your demolished hair. Quickly leaving the room.
You sighed and let yourself fall against the mattress again. The ring on your finger shone in the morning sun, it was beautiful. You couldn't believe you were married, that you had a husband. And as it seems a really thoughtful one. Hopefully it stays like that because then, you didn't mind to spend your lifetime with him.
Hot take but kpop fans who want the idols to follow the strict kpop culture where they aren't allowed to behave like normal humans or not allowed to date and stuff, getting them cancelled over the smallest things and saying it preserves what kpop is all about are just toxic conservatives in disguise.
deadass omfg âźď¸ speak your truth, youâre so right đđ
i hope 2026 is the year we find out half the industry is dating somebody plsplspls
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 wasnât 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.
Your life changed overnight. You didnât even realize it at first. The morning started normally.
Or at least, you thought it did.
You were still buried deeply beneath blankets, curled around one of your pillows while faint dawn light filtered softly through the curtains. Your ears twitched sleepily at distant movement somewhere in the dorm, but exhaustion still kept your body heavy and warm.
Then suddenlyâ
Soft kisses pressed against your cheeks and forehead. One after another.
Persistent.
Needy.
Your brows furrowed groggily.
ââŚMmph.â
Another kiss.
This time against the corner of your mouth.
Then up again to your forehead.
Then your nose.
âChanâŚâ you called out weakly, familiar with his scent.
A quiet laugh vibrated beside you.
âWake up.â
You blinked slowly awake only to find Bang Chan hovering ridiculously close over you, caging you with his frame , eyes bright despite the early hour. âWhy are you attacking me⌠it's too early..â
Instead of answering, Chan immediately buried his face against your neck. Warm lips pressed there softly once.
Twice.
Then lingered longer than necessary, dangerously close to your scent glands, a little sensitive over there.
Your breath caught slightly.
âChannieâŚâ
He hummed against your skin before mumbling quietly into the crook of your neckâ
âYou went viral.â
You blinked.
âWhat?â
Chan suddenly shoved his phone directly in front of your face. The brightness nearly blinded you instantly. You squinted dramatically.
âOWââ
âLook.â
Still half asleep, you stared at the screen in confusion while your brain struggled to function.
Then slowly your eyes widened from the realization.
The photoshoot results.
Everywhere.
Articles.
Posts.
Trending tags.
Edits.
Millions of views.
Your sleepy expression vanished completely.
âWhat?!â
Chan laughed loudly at your sudden panic while you snatched the phone closer. The shoot had apparently exploded online overnight. And honestly the timing couldnât have been more perfect. Summer had just fully peaked.
Warm weather.
Vacation season.
Bright aesthetics flooding social media.
And somehow your photos fit perfectly into all of it. The public adored them. People reposted your pictures everywhere calling you âsummer personified.â Comments flooded endlessly beneath every article.
âShe looks so warm and comforting.â
âIâm obsessed with this concept.â
âWhy is she genuinely prettier than most influencers.â
âSKZ's HYBRID REVEAL???â
âI need her skincare routine immediately.â
âRagdoll hybrids are literally ethereal.â
You stared speechlessly at the screen while Chan watched your reaction with obvious amusement.
Then quietlyâ
âYou deserve it.â
Your chest tightened softly.
The members completely lost their minds over it. Absolutely unbearable. The second you stepped into the kitchen later that morning, everyone started talking at once.
âLOOK.â
âNo, this comment is my favorite.â
âSomeone made an edit already.â
âSTAYs are actually insane.â
Han nearly shoved his phone into your face dramatically.
âRead this one.â
You squinted.
âShe looks like the physical embodiment of drinking cold water during summer.â
Silence.
Then everyone burst out laughing.
âThatâs weirdly accurate,â Felix wheezed.
Meanwhile Lee Know casually scrolled through fan posts while sipping coffee.
âTheyâre asking for more Y/N content.â
Your ears perked instantly.
âHuh?â
Minho turned his screen toward you.
Thousands of comments flooded fan platforms.
âPlease let her appear more.â
âSheâs basically part of SKZ already.â
âWe need TikTok Challenges immediately.â
âLet the hybrid have screen time please we beg you !.â
âProtect her at all costs.â
Even official fan accounts edited together compilations of your rare appearances with the members. Some fans literally ran entire accounts dedicated to your interactions with them. Your face burned brighter the longer you looked.
âThis is embarrassingâŚâ
âItâs cute,â Jeongin corrected immediately.
Chan grinned from across the table.
âThey love you.â
And somehow hearing that still affected you deeply every single time. Because for weeks youâd convinced yourself people were slowly getting tired of you.
Too clingy.
Too emotional.
Too much.
Yet here everyone wasâ
Still loving you loudly.
The members made things worse by feeding fans with you all over the platforms constantly afterward.
Or better.
Depending on perspective.
Instagram, Bubble, Fans, even on TikTok, you name it.
Chan uploaded a selfie of you half-asleep beside him during breakfast.
Jeongin posted blurry candid photos of you laughing while shopping.
Han uploaded behind-the-scenes clips from the photoshoot with dramatic captions about âour summer princess.â
Hyunjin posted an artistic close-up of your ears beneath sunlight and nearly caused chaos online.
Felix posted a trending Tiktok content that he saved in his draft.
âYOU GUYS ARE DOING THIS ON PURPOSE,â you accused while hiding your face in embarrassment.
âYes,â Seungmin answered immediately. No shame whatsoever.
And honestly watching the members proudly show you off so openly filled something fragile inside your chest. Because there had been a time recently where you felt invisible beside them. Now suddenly they looked at you like something precious again. Wanted everyone else to look too.
The day your payment finally arrived felt surreal.
You sat cross-legged on the living room floor staring blankly at your banking app while Bang Chan and Lee Know hovered nearby.
Just days earlier, both of them had helped you open your own bank account properly.
Youâd felt oddly nervous about it then.
Like becoming more independent somehow made adulthood suddenly real.
But nowâ
Looking at the amount transferred into your accountâ
You genuinely thought thereâd been a mistake.
ââŚWait.â
You blinked repeatedly.
ââŚWAIT.â
Chan immediately burst out laughing.
âSo cute.â
âThatâs way too much money,â you whispered in horror.
Minho leaned over your shoulder calmly.
âNo, thatâs normal.â
âFOR ONE SHOOT?!â
Chan nearly fell sideways laughing while your ears stood fully upright in shock.
âIâm rich.â
âYou are absolutely not rich yet,â Minho deadpanned.
âIâm buying everyone food.â
âAbsolutely not! Itâs yours, Jagi. You donât need to spend it on us.â He told you with a small smile displayed on his face.
Stillâ
The excitement bubbling inside you felt impossible to hide.
This was yours. Money you earned yourself. Not something given. Not something provided. You worked for this. And the pride glowing in your chest made your eyes sting slightly.
That same afternoon, everyone lounged lazily around the dorm for once.
No schedules.
No rush.
No rehearsals.
Just peace.
You curled beside Minho on the couch while he absentmindedly stroked your hair, fingers occasionally brushing softly beneath your ears in ways that made your eyes droop contentedly.
The television played quietly in the background.
Felix lay sprawled across the floor dramatically.
Han and Jeongin argued over snacks.
Chan half-dozed against one armchair.
Everything felt warm.
Domestic.
Safe.
Until suddenlyâ
âWe should go somewhere.â
Everyone looked toward Hyunjin immediately. âA vacation,â he clarified dramatically. Changbin perked up instantly.
âOh.â
Felix sat upright.
âWAIT YES.â Within seconds the room erupted into overlapping conversation.
âWe actually have a few free days.â
âA staycation maybe?â
âSomewhere near water.â
âBusan?â
That immediately gained everyoneâs attention.
Busan sounded perfect.
Far enough to feel like escaping. Close enough to manage easily.
The sea.
Night air.
Temporary freedom before schedules consumed everyone again.
Decision made.
Immediately chaos erupted.
Phones appeared.
Properties got searched.
Arguments broke out over room arrangements before anything was even booked.
And eventuallyâ
A staycation house in Busan was rented for all nine of you.
The excitement became contagious instantly. Everyone scattered around the dorm packing at lightning speed. Including you.
At first packing felt exciting.
Until you actually opened your wardrobe. Then your excitement faded slightly.
Because suddenly you realized something.
You didnât really own many clothes. Not proper outing clothes anyway. Most of your wardrobe consisted of oversized hoodies or sweaters, comfortable basics, and stolen member shirts. You stared at the closet thoughtfully.
Then sighed softly.
ââŚOh.â Maybe you really didnât have much of your own.
After hesitating a moment, you padded quietly toward Hyunjin and Changbinâs shared room.
Knock knock.
âHyunnieâŚâ
âCome in,â Hyunjin called immediately.
You peeked your head inside carefully. Both Hyunjin and Changbin sat surrounded by half-packed clothing. Changbin smiled immediately seeing you.
âYou need help?â
The way he asked sounded more like a certainty than a question. You shuffled slightly. âI donât know what to packâŚâ
Hyunjin looked up instantly.
âWhy?â
âI donât think my clothes are good enough for a staycationâŚâ
Silence.
Both men slowly turned toward each other. Then toward you. Then back toward each other again. Like theyâd just silently communicated an entire conversation. Changbin immediately stood.
âShow us.â
Five minutes later both of them stood in your room staring directly into your closet with expressions of genuine concern.
Hyunjin looked personally offended. âWhy do you own five identical hoodies.â
âTheyâre comfortableâŚâ
Changbin pinched the bridge of his nose dramatically.
âYou own almost nothing.â
âI do own things!â
âHalf of these are ours,â Hyunjin corrected.
You looked away guiltily.
ââŚMaybe.â
Changbin sighed before pulling out comfortable basics.
âPack these first.â
Meanwhile Hyunjin already pulled out his phone rapidly typing something. You narrowed your eyes suspiciously. âWhat are you doing?â
âSaving your life.â
âHuh?â
Before he could answerâ
Suddenly footsteps thundered down the hallway.
Then your bedroom door burst open dramatically.
âWe volunteer as tribute!â
You nearly jumped. The members piled inside loudly all talking at once.
âWeâre taking you shopping.â
Your ears shot upright instantly. âWhat?!â
Hyunjin smiled smugly while brushing your hair softly behind your ear.
âI told them your wardrobe situation.â
âYou exposed me.â
âCorrect.â
Your tail swished rapidly despite your embarrassment.
And just like that the entire afternoon turned chaotic.
Shopping with eight Stray Kids members was an experience youâd never emotionally recover from. Absolute chaos. Every single member had opinions. Strong opinions.
âThis color suits you.â
âNo it washes her out.â
âShe looks cute in oversized fits.â
âShe looks cute in everything.â
âHelpful, Felix.â
They took turns shoving outfits into your arms relentlessly.
Soft dresses.
Casual streetwear.
Cute skirts.
Beach outfits.
Accessories.
Even shoes.
Meanwhile you spent half the time getting shoved back into dressing rooms while everyone waited outside rating outfits aggressively whenever you emerged.
âTURN AROUND.â
âOH THATâS CUTE.â
âNo, next.â
âYou look expensive.â
âWhat does that even mean?â
You learned surprisingly quickly what styles suited you best. Soft colors brightened your complexion. Certain cuts highlighted your shape naturally. Flowy fabrics complimented your fluffy ears and tail beautifully.
And honestlyâ
It was fun.
Really fun.
Especially seeing how genuinely excited the members became dressing you up.
Then eventuallyâ
Jeongin found the dress.
A white sundress patterned with tiny blue flowers.
Softer.
Shorter.
More delicate than the photoshoot one.
The skirt layered gently while thin shoulder straps tied into tiny ribbon bows. Jeongin immediately grabbed it.
âOh this is THE one.â
Your ears perked.
âHm?â
He held it against you thoughtfully.
âThe cream in your fur would look insane with this.â
Then he shoved it directly into your arms.
âTry it.â
You laughed.
âRight now?â
âYes right now.â
Then mischievously he teased. âIf you need help changing just call me.â
You smacked his arm immediately.
âJeongin!â
Everyone burst out laughing while he cackled dramatically. When you finally stepped out wearing the dressâ
The silence alone told you enough.
Then immediatelyâ
âBuy it.â
âNo discussion.â
âThatâs yours now.â
âIt reminds me of the shoot,â Felix mumbled softly.
It did.
The dress made you glow similarly.
Soft.
Warm.
Beautiful in a way that didnât feel forced. You stared at your reflection quietly. And for once you liked what you saw.
By the time everyone returned home later, your arms overflowed with shopping bags.
New clothes.
Accessories.
Pajamas.
Swimwear.
Even bikinis you were still too embarrassed to look at properly.
Someone had also bought you a fluffy bunny plushie because âwe all know how much you love soft fluffy things.â You nearly cried, overwhelmed with their kindness.
Later, after finally packing everything into your suitcase, a soft knock sounded at your door.
âReady?â
You opened it to find Seungmin leaning casually against the frame.
Your ears perked immediately.
âMhm!â
He smiled softly seeing your excitement.
Then without complaint, grabbed several of your bags for you.
âIâll help.â
The living room downstairs already looked chaotic with luggage piled everywhere.
Snacks.
Drinks.
Board games.
Breakfast ingredients.
Everyone buzzed with excitement while dividing into cars. Eventually groups got decided. You ended up in Minhoâs car.
Minho driving. Han in the passenger seat. And you squeezed comfortably between Chan and Jeongin in the backseat.
The roadtrip started quietly around seven that evening. The city glowed alive outside the windows while traffic slowly thinned the farther you drove. Streetlights reflected softly across the glass. Music played low through the speakers.
Jeongin eventually leaned sleepily against your shoulder.
Chanâs hand rested loosely over yours between the seats.
And as the city lights slowly faded behind youâ
By the time the cars finally rolled into the driveway of the rented staycation house, the clock had already passed midnight.
Everyone looked exhausted.
But excited exhausted.
The kind where tiredness couldnât fully settle because anticipation still buzzed too strongly beneath the skin.
The ocean air hit immediately the second everyone stepped out of the cars.
Cool.
Salty.
Fresh.
It carried the distant sound of waves crashing softly somewhere beyond the dark horizon, mixing together with the sleepy chatter of the members unloading luggage from the trunk.
âCareful with the snacks!â
âWho packed this bag so heavy?!â
âYah, thatâs mine!â
You laughed softly while pulling your hoodie tighter around yourself, your tail swaying happily behind you as you stared up at the house.
It was beautiful. And the biggest out of all the houses on that staycation private site. You could see that the other housings are occupied.
Warm lights glowed softly from inside the large windows, making the entire place feel cozy despite the darkness surrounding it. The staycation house stood tall near the shoreline, two floors with wide balconies and wooden details that made everything feel peaceful and homey rather than luxurious.
The second everyone stepped insideâ
Chaos.
Immediate chaos.
Han nearly threw himself onto the couch dramatically.
Felix ran straight toward the windows to look at the ocean.
Hyunjin gasped loudly at the interior design like heâd entered heaven itself.
Meanwhile Chan immediately switched into responsible leader mode.
âOkay, everyone help unload first before dying.â
Groans filled the room.
Still, everyone obeyed.
Shoes got kicked off near the entrance while bags and groceries slowly filled the kitchen counters. You helped organize drinks into the refrigerator alongside Minho while Changbin and Seungmin carried luggage upstairs.
The house somehow looked even prettier from the inside.
There were soft warm lights everywhere, large comfortable couches, blankets folded neatly across chairs, and huge windows overlooking the dark ocean outside. The kitchen was massive, connected directly to the dining area where a long wooden table stretched beautifully beneath hanging lights.
Outside, the backyard opened toward a pool and jacuzzi area, while farther beyond sat a wooden porch facing the sea. The sound of waves carried clearly from there.
And upstairsâ
A balcony.
A karaoke room.
Movie projector.
Big cozy bedrooms.
It genuinely felt unreal.
âCan we live here forever?â Felix whispered dramatically while spinning slowly in the living room.
âNo,â Chan answered immediately.
Felix sighed deeply.
âCruel.â
Eventually the rooms got divided naturally.
You ended up with your own room.
Smallest in the house.
But still warm and comfortable.
The members insisted it was important you had your own privacy.
Even though they also repeatedly reminded youâ
âYou can sleep in our rooms whenever you want.â
âSeriously.â
âAnytime.â
The pairings formed based on who's more comfortable with who.
Chan with Jeongin.
Minho with Han.
Changbin with Seungmin.
Hyunjin with Felix.
And honestlyâ
Seeing everyone naturally settle into the people they trusted most made something soft settle inside your chest. They loved each other deeply. The rooms themselves varied wildly too.
Yours had a single double bed tucked near the window, smaller than everyone elseâs but cozy with soft blankets and warm lighting. No personal bathroom, but you didnât really mind.
Hyunjin and Felixâs room looked ridiculously luxurious with a king-size bed and huge private bathroom.
Minho and Han somehow got another giant room equally beautiful.
Changbin and Seungminâs room felt more practical and cozy, while Chan and Jeonginâs connected single beds looked comfortable enough to collapse into immediately.
By the time everyone finished showering, brushing teeth, and completing skincare routines, the house slowly quieted.
One by one the bedroom doors closed.
Soft footsteps faded.
Laughter died down.
Until eventually only the distant ocean remained.
You couldnât sleep,not even close. You tossed gently beneath the blankets while staring at the unfamiliar ceiling above you.
Maybe it was excitement. Maybe it was because of the effect of unfamiliar place. Or maybe your heart simply felt too full lately to rest properly.
The digital clock near the bed read 3:07 AM, Thursday.
The entire house sounded asleep.
Quietly, you slipped from bed.
The wooden floors creaked softly beneath your feet as you padded downstairs wearing oversized sleep clothes and fluffy socks. Your tail swayed sleepily behind you while you wandered into the kitchen searching for milk.
Warm milk always helped.
The refrigerator light glowed softly against your face while you searched through the shelves.
Then suddenlyâ
âCanât sleep?â
You startled so badly you nearly hit your head against the fridge.
âAh!â
Soft laughter immediately followed.
You turned to find Chan standing nearby.
Still awake.
His hair messy from sleep, oversized shirt hanging loosely from his shoulders. He looked at you so softly.
âYou scared meâŚâ
âSorry,â he chuckled quietly.
His dimples appeared immediately.
âYou okay?â
You nodded slowly.
âCouldnât sleep.â
âMe too.â
Chan approached naturally beside you, gently patting your head once before reaching above you to grab a mug from the cupboard.
You blinked.
âYou already know what I want?â
âI know you, baby.â
The simple answer warmed you embarrassingly fast and your heart skipped a beat from the certainty in his voice.
Chan quietly poured milk into the mug before placing it into the microwave. The kitchen fell silent afterward except for the low hum of the machine.
Comfortable silence.
The kind that only existed between people deeply familiar with each other. Your tail brushed lazily against Chanâs back while you both waited. Almost automatically, his hand found your head. His fingers stroking slowly between your fluffly ears.
Your eyes fluttered slightly at the comfort.
No words needed.
The microwave dinged quietly.
Chan tested the mug first carefully before handing it to you once it cooled enough.
âThere.â
You smiled softly.
âThank you.â
Then immediately he guided you gently toward one of the dining chairs before sitting first himself.
Pat pat.
His thigh.
Invitation understood instantly.
Your ears stood slightly while you settled carefully onto his lap sideways, sitting facing sideway naturally on his lap while holding and blowing air to the warm mug. Chan looking up at you adoringly while adjusting your position instinctively until you rested comfortably on his lap.
One arm wrapped securely around your waist. The other resting lazily across your thighs.
You sipped the milk slowly while your tail swished contentedly behind you.
Chan watched quietly.
Almost longingly.
Then suddenlyâ
âI missed you, baby.â
The words came low and quiet enough your chest ached instantly.
You looked at him sideway first, slowly head turning facing him with eyes filled with curiosity. Your right cat ear flicked. Chanâs eyes stayed fixed on you.
âT-that suddenlyâŚâ
He smiled faintly.
âFeels like we havenât properly spent time together in forever.â
Something fragile tugged painfully inside your chest at that.
Because he was right. Even when things got better again latelyâ
There was still distance left behind from those weeks.
Moments lost.
Affections interrupted.
You hid part of your face behind the mug shyly. But your tail curled instinctively around his wrist resting against your back. Chan noticed immediately.
His smile softened.
Once you finished drinking, he carefully took the mug from your hands and placed it aside.
Then gently his hand cupped your cheek. Bringing your face down closer to his carefully. Your breath caught slightly.
Because he was close.
Very close.
Close enough to feel warmth radiating from him.
Close enough to hear his breathing.
âCan I sleep with you tonight?â he asked quietly.
Then softerâ
âPlease⌠I need you. Really need you.â
The honesty and yearning in his voice melted you instantly.
âOf course, Channie.â
His entire expression softened with relief. Brushing his thumb lightly near the corner of your mouth. âYouâve got milk here.â
Before you could react, he wiped it away gently with a teasing smile.
Your face burned immediately.
âChanâŚâ
He only laughed quietly.
Then without warningâ
Lifted you straight into his arms.
You squeaked softly.
âChannie!â
âYouâre light.â
âThatâs not the point!â Still carrying you easily, Chan walked upstairs while you hid your burning face against his shoulder. The house remained quiet around you both.
Peaceful.
Safe.
Like the entire world had slowed down just for this small moment. Once inside your room, Chan immediately collapsed dramatically onto the bed while still holding you. The blankets tangled around both of you quickly as laughter escaped your lips softly.
Then slowlyâ
Everything settled.
Your head rested naturally against his chest. His arm tightened securely around your waist beneath the blankets. Your legs tangled together comfortably. And in the darkness, surrounded by distant ocean waves and soft breathingâ
Chan whispered quietly above your head,
âTurns out I only needed you to sleep.â
Your heart squeezed painfully warm. You inhaled softly, breathing in his familiar scent.
Comforting.
Home.
âYou smell nice⌠too nice actually.â you murmured sleepily.
Chan laughed quietly beneath you. Then his fingers brushed slowly along your back.
Gentle.
Protective.
And eventually curled safely against him while the ocean sang outside the windowsâ
The sound of skin against skin echoed against the walls along with your moans mixed with Hyunjins grunts.
Your shirt was bunched up above your chest, his hands groping your tits while his other rested on the bed next to you. Eyeâs half shut as he looked down at you.
âFeel so good,â He moaned. Feeling you clench around him at the praise.
Your hands gripped the sheets, toes curling as he hit that spot in you repeatedly- and the visual above you.
Sweat painting his face, mixing with his hair and causing a few strands to stick to his face. Eyeâs half shut. Hair slightly messed from his fallen and forgotten hat. Lips kissed swollen- and his STAY lock-key necklace dangling from around his neck.
You hooked your finger around the jewelry, lifting your arm with effort as the pleasure shooting through your body made you weak.
Hyunjin didnât notice until he felt the pressure on the back of his neck, glancing down and seeing you pulling gently at the necklace.
He grinned, shifting. âWhat? You want a kiss?â He cooed teasingly with a smirk, setting down onto his forearms. Chest pressing against yours. âHm?â
You didnât reply, simply reached up and kissed him, wrapping your arms around his neck and legs around his hips, pulling him closer. Cold of his necklace resting against your neck.
He groaned into the kiss, hips faltering before speeding up.
âYouâre insatiable.â He grinned into the kiss, pulling away to catch his breath before his lips were on yours again.
hi! js thought it would be HOT if you could write smutty smut with popular racer chan who takes reader on a ride, have a very nice and messy (i mean MESSY) sex in the car and in the end he leaves an autograph on reader's body.
I'M SO EMBARRASSED WRITING THIS IM SO SORRYđđť
(Obs: Iâm not sure if the story turned out good since I didnât actually write it happening inside the car itself, âcause doing that in a car sounds kinda uncomfortable đ but I did my best)
The night was hot, humid, and thick â the kind of Carioca summer evening where the air clung to your skin and every breath felt heavier. The Uber wound its way up the sinuous roads of Morro do Corcovado, headlights cutting through the dark vegetation as the city sprawled below like an endless sea of golden and white lights. Christ the Redeemer stood illuminated at the top, watching silently over everything. You stared out the window, heart beating faster than it should, a knot of anxiety tightening in your stomach.
You really didnât want to be here.
âIâm serious, Mina. If I feel too out of place, Iâm calling an Uber and going home. Even if it costs me my entire monthâs salary,â you muttered, tugging at the hem of your dark red dress for the tenth time. The fabric was elegant and fitted, hugging your waist, hips, and neckline tastefully, but you knew it was nowhere near extravagant enough for a place like this.
Mina, sitting beside you, threw her head back and laughed loudly â that bright, unfiltered laugh that always turned heads. Her short black dress was daring, with a plunging neckline and a high slit that showed off her legs. Her makeup was flawless: sharp cat-eye liner, bold red lips, wavy brown hair tousled just right. She looked like she belonged in this world.
âOh, come on, stop being so dramatic!â she teased, nudging your arm. âYou look absolutely stunning in that red dress. Like a ripe cherry ready to be noticed. Relax your shoulders, breathe. Itâs just a private party. Thereâll be race car drivers, actors, singers, businessmen, models⌠the full luxury package. I got the invite through a contact who organizes high-end events. We deserve a taste of this glamorous life for once. Stop making that face and enjoy it!â
You sighed deeply, pressing your forehead against the cool window. Your world was completely different: a small apartment in MĂŠier, remote marketing work, tight deadlines, iced coffee, and quiet nights with series. Not mansions with valet parking, armed security, and people who regularly appeared on magazine covers or drove cars worth more than apartments.
The Uber stopped in front of a massive dark iron gate flanked by well-kept walls covered in greenery. Two serious-looking security guards checked Minaâs QR code carefully, scanned the inside of the car with flashlights, and finally let you through.
The illuminated stone driveway curved between palm trees and modern sculptures before revealing the mansion â a striking contemporary building with clean lines, floor-to-ceiling glass, exposed concrete, brushed steel, and rich wood. An infinity pool on the side seemed to spill straight into the city lights and the bay below. The music reached you muffled but insistent: sensual R&B blended with deep electronic beats that you could feel in your chest.
The moment you stepped inside the main hall, the impact hit you hard.
The space was enormous. Double-height ceilings, massive crystal chandeliers slowly turning and casting purple, gold, and soft red reflections. Entire walls of glass offered a breathtaking panoramic view of Rio at night â from Sugarloaf Mountain to Christ the Redeemer and the illuminated coastline. The air conditioning was refreshingly cool against the humid heat outside, but the scent was intoxicating: aged whiskey, fine Cuban cigars, expensive colognes, gourmet appetizers, and a faint hint of sea breeze drifting in from the open terraces.
You felt like an intruder the second your heels touched the black marble floor.
Mina, of course, walked in like she owned the place. Within five minutes she had greeted a famous lingerie model, laughed with a well-known soap opera actor, and secured two sophisticated drinks at the polished black marble bar â a perfectly balanced cosmopolitan for you and a vibrant blue cocktail for herself.
âDrink slowly, but drink. Loosen up those tense shoulders. You look like youâre about to take a college entrance exam,â Mina teased, elbowing you lightly while scanning the room. âSee that guy in the white shirt over there? European football player. Filthy rich. And that blonde in the gold dress? She travels by private jet. Letâs mingle a bit.â
Mina was unstoppable. She was your complete opposite: extremely outgoing, zero filter, naturally funny in a way that disarmed everyone. As you moved through the crowd, she effortlessly struck up conversations â complimenting dresses, cracking light jokes, exchanging numbers like it was nothing. At one point she disappeared for nearly twenty-five minutes with a quick âJust saying hi to someone, donât disappear!â leaving you standing near the bar, stirring your drink and trying not to look awkward or lost.
You felt eyes on you. Some curious, some appraising, some interested. A woman in a gold dress looked you up and down. An older man in an expensive suit smiled and raised his glass, but you quickly looked away, cheeks warming.
When Mina finally returned, her eyes were sparkling with excitement, practically bouncing in her heels.
âGirl, you are NOT going to believe what I pulled off! Come with me right now!â
âMina, wait⌠Iâm fine here at the barââ
It was useless. She grabbed your wrist and pulled you through the crowded room, weaving between dancing couples, loud laughing groups, and waiters carrying silver trays of colorful drinks and canapĂŠs. You climbed a few steps to a more elevated, semi-private area â a beautiful open terrace with an even more spectacular view of Christ the Redeemer and Guanabara Bay glittering in the distance. A large noble wood table was surrounded by comfortable beige and black leather sofas, lit by warm indirect lighting.
And there they were.
Hyunjin, the South Korean idol who split his time between Brazil and Asia and served as a global ambassador for luxury brands, reclined with his long black hair loose, laughing softly as he swirled a glass of rosĂŠ champagne. Beside him sat Changbin, a high-performance athletic trainer and former MMA fighter, his muscular build evident under a fitted black dress shirt. Minho owned an exclusive network of dance and pilates studios. Seungmin was a renowned corporate lawyer handling multimillion-dollar contracts. Felix worked as a performance engineer for racing cars. And at the center, commanding the entire space like the world was his personal playgroundâŚ
Bang Chan.
The pilot. The Australian-Korean driver dominating motorsport categories across Latin America with strong international prospects. Athletic and well-defined from intense daily training, wearing a black dress shirt with several buttons open, revealing tanned skin and a thin gold chain. Dark tailored trousers that accentuated powerful thighs. Tousled light brown hair, sharp jawline, and piercing dark eyes. He was laughing at something Felix said, his deep, slightly raspy voice carrying, but the moment Mina pulled you closer to the table, his gaze locked onto you.
And didnât let go.
âEveryone! This is my best friend I told you about!â Mina announced proudly, with zero filter. âI practically had to drag her here crying. She hates parties, hates crowds, hates all this glamour⌠but I insisted. Be nice to her, okay? Sheâs shy, sweet, and amazing.â
Hyunjin smiled warmly and elegantly.
âWelcome to the circus. Have a seat, make yourself comfortable. Champagne?â
You murmured a soft âthank youâ and sat on the edge of the sofa, the cool leather pressing against your thighs. Your heart raced. Mina threw herself into the group as if sheâd known them forever and immediately took over the scene.
She launched into a hilarious story about the time you two got lost at a rave years ago, imitating voices, making exaggerated faces, and gesturing dramatically. The whole group burst out laughing. Changbin slapped the table, Hyunjin covered his mouth with crescent-moon eyes, and even the more reserved Seungmin laughed genuinely. Mina was unbeatable at this â she could turn any situation into her own entertaining show.
Meanwhile, you stayed quieter, smiling politely and answering only when directly asked. But Bang Chan gave you no room to fade into the background.
He leaned forward, elbow resting on his thick thigh, and studied you openly. His gaze traveled slowly and deliberately: your crossed legs, hips, waist, the way the red dress outlined your chest, your neck, your lips, and finally your eyes. When they returned to your face, a slow, confident, and dangerously charming smile curved his lips.
âSo you were dragged here against your willâŚâ His voice was low and smooth, carrying that attractive Australian-Korean accent. âFeeling like an outsider in the middle of all this luxury, huh?â
You offered a small, shy smile and shrugged lightly.
âA little. Actually⌠a lot. This isnât really my kind of environment.â
âI can tell,â he replied, the corner of his mouth lifting higher. His eyes sparkled with amusement and something darker, more intense. âBut damn⌠you look incredible in that red dress. You stand out from everyone else here â in the best possible way.â
Mina, catching the comment, let out a bright laugh and pointed at him.
âOh my God, Chan! Going straight for it! Heâs like that â no brakes. If he makes you uncomfortable, tell me and Iâll throw champagne in his face.â
The group laughed. Chan chuckled along, deep and raspy, but his eyes never left you.
âWhatâs your name?â he asked directly.
You told him.
He repeated it slowly, tasting each syllable as if savoring how it might sound in other contexts.
âBeautiful. It suits you perfectly.â He took a slow sip of his amber drink, still watching you. âIâm Chan.â
âI know who you are,â you replied softly, feeling your cheeks heat up.
âDo you?â His smile widened, turning more predatory and intrigued. âAnd even knowing that, youâre treating me like any regular guy at the party. Thatâs interesting. Usually by now women are trying to sit on my lap or slipping me their numbers. You barely hold my gaze. Are you challenging me on purpose?â
You turned your face slightly and met his eyes just inches away. His cologne wrapped around you â dark wood, leather, warm spices, and a distinctly masculine note that made your stomach tighten.
âIâm not challenging anyone. Iâm just not the type to jump into anyoneâs lap just because theyâre famous.â
Chan bit his lower lip slowly, his eyes darkening with clear interest and challenge.
âGood. Because I donât want just anyone. I like the chase. I like earning it.â His voice dropped lower. âAnd you⌠look like a very tempting prize worth every dangerous turn on the track.â
The tension between you two was already thick, electric, even as the rest of the group continued laughing and chatting around you. Mina shot you a knowing, mischievous look from across the table and raised her eyebrows repeatedly as if saying, âGo for it, donât miss this.â
The night had barely begun, but you already felt like youâd entered a high-speed curve with no seatbelt.
Bang Chan didnât seem like the kind of man who gave up easily on something he wanted.
And from the hungry, possessive way he looked at you now, it was clear he wanted you.
The energy around the table had settled into a comfortable rhythm, the kind that only happened when the right mix of people clicked. Mina was the undeniable star of the moment. She had launched into yet another story â this time about the disastrous âromantic dinnerâ the two of you had attempted two years ago. The tale involved burnt garlic bread, a smoke alarm, panicked neighbors, and an eventual visit from the fire department. She told it with perfect timing, exaggerated gestures, and voices that had the entire group laughing hard.
Changbin was nearly crying, slapping the wooden table. Hyunjin covered his mouth, eyes curved into perfect crescents, while Felix kept asking for more details in his deep voice. Even Seungmin, usually the most composed, let out genuine laughs between sips of his drink. Minho watched everything with an amused smirk, occasionally adding dry commentary that made the story even funnier.
You laughed along, genuinely entertained by your best friendâs performance. But no matter how hard you tried to focus on the group, your awareness kept drifting back to the man sitting close beside you.
Bang Chan.
He lounged against the leather sofa with the relaxed confidence of someone who truly belonged in every room he entered. One arm rested along the back of the couch, fingers inches from your bare shoulder. His black shirt stretched across his broad chest and strong shoulders, the open buttons revealing just enough tanned skin and the faint gleam of his thin gold chain. He looked effortlessly powerful â the kind of man whose presence demanded attention without him needing to try.
And he was giving you all of his attention.
Not in an obvious way that would draw comments from the others. It was subtler, more dangerous. His gaze lingered on the curve of your neck when you turned to laugh at Mina. When you crossed your legs, his eyes followed the movement slowly, appreciatively. Every time you lifted your glass to your lips, he watched with quiet intensity, as if memorizing the way they pressed against the rim.
âYouâre in marketing, right?â he asked during a lull, his voice low and smooth, carrying that rich Australian-Korean accent that made every word feel intimate. âMina mentioned something about campaigns and social media. Sounds like you spend your days figuring out what makes people want things.â
You nodded, turning slightly toward him. âPretty much. I create visuals and stories that make people stop scrolling. Try to make them feel something.â
Chanâs lips curved into a slow, knowing smile. âInteresting. You seem like someone who understands desire very well.â His eyes held yours a beat longer than necessary. âEven if you donât always show it.â
The double meaning hung between you, light enough to pass as casual conversation, heavy enough to make your pulse quicken. You felt heat rise to your cheeks but refused to look away immediately.
âIâm better at reading what other people want than admitting what I want,â you replied softly, keeping your tone playful but guarded.
He chuckled quietly, the sound low and warm, sending a small shiver down your spine. âThatâs a dangerous answer,â he murmured, leaning just a fraction closer. His fingers brushed lightly against your shoulder â barely there, almost accidental â as he reached for the bottle of champagne to refill his glass. âMakes me wonder how hard Iâd have to work to find out what you really want tonight.â
Before you could respond, Mina turned back to the group with another burst of energy.
âBabe! Tell them about the client who wanted flying pigs in the campaign! It was absolute chaos!â
You jumped at the opportunity to shift focus and launched into the story, grateful for the brief escape. As you spoke, describing the ridiculous briefing and the creative teamâs meltdown, you could feel Chanâs gaze on the side of your face, tracing your profile, dropping occasionally to your lips and the neckline of your red dress. When you finished, the group laughed again, but Chan was the first to comment.
âYou tell stories well,â he said, voice smooth as velvet. âGood eye for detail. Thatâs rare.â He paused, then added with a small smirk, âIn my world, the smallest details are what separate winning from crashing at two hundred kilometers per hour. I like people who notice things⌠who pay attention.â
His arm shifted slightly on the backrest, now resting more deliberately behind you. The warmth of him was noticeable â the faint heat of his body, the clean masculine scent of his cologne (dark wood, warm spice, and something expensive). It wrapped around you like an invisible pull.
You met his eyes again. âAnd what about you? Do you always pay this much attention to⌠details?â
Chanâs smile turned sharper, more predatory, though still masked as friendly conversation. âOnly when the details are worth it.â His gaze flicked down to your mouth for a split second. âAnd youâve been very worth watching since you sat down.â
The tension crackled. You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from smiling too obviously. He was good â very good. He knew exactly how to push without being overt, how to make every innocent sentence feel loaded.
The group conversation continued around you. Mina was now debating the best nightlife spots in Leblon with Hyunjin and Felix, her laughter ringing out. Changbin and Minho were trading training stories. Seungmin listened quietly, occasionally offering dry wit.
Chan took advantage of the divided attention.
âYou know,â he said quietly, only for you, âmost women who end up at this table spend the whole night trying to impress me. Flirting hard. Laughing at everything I say. You⌠youâre doing the opposite. Youâre making me work for every smile.â He tilted his head, studying you. âItâs refreshing. And fucking attractive.â
The mild curse word, spoken low and rough, sent a spark through you. You turned to face him more directly, your knee brushing against his thigh under the table. Neither of you pulled away.
âMaybe Iâm not here to impress anyone,â you said softly, holding his gaze. âMaybe Iâm just here because Mina dragged me.â
âAnd yet,â he countered, voice dropping even lower, âyou havenât left. Even though I can tell part of you wants to run.â His fingers finally made proper contact â a slow, light trace along your shoulder, barely skimming your skin. âTell me the truth. Are you having fun yet, or are you still planning your escape route?â
You hesitated, then gave him a small, honest smile. âIâm⌠having more fun than I thought I would.â
His eyes darkened with satisfaction. âGood. Because Iâd hate for you to leave before the night gets interesting.â
Time stretched. More stories were told. More drinks were poured. Mina kept shooting you knowing glances, barely hiding her excitement. At one point, Hyunjin suggested moving to another part of the mansion or even heading to a different venue later.
Chan waited for the perfect moment, then spoke casually but clearly.
âActually,â he said, looking straight at you while addressing the group, âI was thinking about taking the Ferrari out for a drive. The view from the top of the mountain at this hour is insane. Quiet roads, city lights everywhere.â His eyes locked onto yours, intense and inviting. âIf you want a break from the noise⌠you should come with me.â
The invitation landed heavily. It sounded innocent enough â a scenic drive. But the way he looked at you made it clear this was anything but innocent. The tension between you had been building for nearly an hour in stolen glances, light touches, and layered words. This was the first real step.
You didnât answer right away. You let the silence stretch, holding his gaze, feeling your heart race. Part of you wanted to say yes immediately. Another part enjoyed making him wait.
âIâll think about it,â you finally said, a small, teasing smile playing on your lips.
Chan leaned back, but his eyes never left yours. The corner of his mouth lifted in a slow, confident smirk â the look of a man who loved the chase and was certain he would win.
âTake your time,â he murmured, voice low and promising. âIâm very patient when something â or someone â is worth waiting for.â
Mina raised an eyebrow at you across the table, barely containing her grin. The rest of the group continued chatting, seemingly unaware of the electric current running between you and Chan. But you both knew.
The night was still young, the city lights sparkled below, and the tension between you had grown into something undeniable â slow-burning, dangerous, and impossible to ignore.
You werenât sure how much longer you could keep playing hard to get.
And Chan looked like he was more than ready to turn up the heat.
The laughter around the table continued, but you needed a moment to breathe. The constant weight of Chanâs gaze, the subtle brushes of his fingers, and the electric tension had started to feel overwhelming. Your cheeks were warm, your heart was racing faster than it had any right to, and you could barely focus on the conversations anymore.
You leaned slightly toward Mina and whispered, âIâm going to the bathroom. Be right back.â
Mina nodded immediately, eyes sparkling with understanding. âIâll come with you.â
You both stood up, excusing yourselves politely. As you walked away from the table, you could feel Chanâs eyes following you the entire way â heavy, appreciative, and unmistakably hungry. You didnât dare look back.
The mansionâs bathroom area was just as luxurious as the rest of the house: marble floors, soft golden lighting, massive mirrors, and individual stalls that felt more like small private rooms. The moment the heavy door closed behind you two, Mina let out a dramatic squeal and grabbed your arms.
âOh. My. God. Girl!â she whisper-shouted, her voice echoing slightly off the marble. âDid you see the way he was looking at you? Bang Chan was practically undressing you with his eyes right there at the table! I thought he was going to pull you onto his lap in front of everyone!â
You covered your face with both hands, leaning back against the cool marble counter. Your cheeks were burning.
âMina, stop! Iâm dying of embarrassment here,â you groaned, voice muffled by your palms. âHeâs so⌠intense. Every time I move, heâs watching. Every time I speak, he has some double-meaning comment. I feel like Iâm under a spotlight. Why me? There are so many gorgeous women here tonight.â
Mina pulled your hands away from your face, forcing you to look at her. Her expression was a perfect mix of amusement and excitement.
âBecause youâre hot, babe! And youâre not throwing yourself at him like everyone else does. That man is used to women crawling all over him. You sitting there being all shy and composed? Itâs driving him crazy. I saw the way he leaned in every time you spoke. His arm was basically around you by the end. He is so into you.â
You paced a little in front of the mirror, fixing your dress even though it didnât need fixing.
âI know heâs flirting. Itâs so obvious. The way he talks⌠the touches⌠that accent. God, his voice is dangerous. I keep getting goosebumps every time he gets close. But Mina⌠this is Bang Chan. Famous pilot, rich, ridiculously hot, and probably has a different girl in every city. I feel so out of my league.â
Mina hopped up to sit on the marble counter, crossing her legs and grinning like she had just won the lottery.
âExactly! Thatâs why you should enjoy it! Itâs not every day a guy like him sets his sights on you. Most girls would kill for this kind of attention. Heâs clearly interested. Like, seriously interested. The whole table noticed. Hyunjin kept raising his eyebrows at me, and Felix was smirking the entire time. Chan was eating you up with his eyes. Iâm surprised he didnât start drooling.â
You let out a nervous laugh, shaking your head. âYouâre exaggeratingâŚâ
âIâm not! When you told that story about the flying pigs campaign, he was staring at your mouth the whole time. And when your leg brushed his under the table? I thought he was going to break his glass. Girl, the tension between you two is insane. Even I could feel it from across the table.â
You turned to the mirror, checking your reflection. Your face was flushed, eyes a little brighter than usual, lips slightly parted. The red dress suddenly felt tighter, more revealing.
âHe invited me to go for a drive with him,â you admitted quietly. âSaid the view from the top of the mountain is beautiful at this hour. Just the two of us in his Ferrari.â
Minaâs eyes widened dramatically and she let out another excited squeak.
âYes! Say yes! Go with him!â
âMina!â you laughed, half mortified. âItâs past midnight. We barely know him. What ifââ
âWhat if he fucks you senseless in the Ferrari and you have the best night of your life?â she finished boldly, grinning. âLook, Iâm not saying be reckless, but⌠live a little! This is the kind of story you tell your grandchildren someday â âYeah, I had a wild night with a famous race car driver in Rio.ââ
You covered your face again, laughing despite the embarrassment.
She softened her tone a bit, still smiling but more serious. âOkay, okay. Be safe, obviously. Share your location with me the whole time. Keep notifications on. If anything feels off, call me and Iâll come get you, no questions asked. Rio at night can be tricky, even in fancy cars. But Chan seems respectful enough, and he knows everyone here. I donât think heâd risk his reputation doing something stupid.â
You nodded, biting your lip. âHeâs just⌠so much. The way he looks at me makes me feel naked. And when he talks close to my ear⌠I swear my brain stops working.â
Mina hopped down from the counter and hugged you from behind, resting her chin on your shoulder while both of you looked at the mirror.
âThatâs the feeling you should chase tonight. You deserve to feel desired. You work so hard, youâre always so responsible⌠for once, let a hot, rich, talented man spoil you a little. Or a lot.â She winked. âAnd if you end up having sex⌠use protection, please. Iâm way too young and hot to be an aunt right now.â
You burst out laughing, pushing her playfully. âMina! Oh my God!â
âWhat? Iâm being realistic! That man looks like he knows exactly what heâs doing. Those thighs? Those hands? Yeah⌠you might not walk straight tomorrow.â
You shook your head, still laughing, but the nervousness was slowly mixing with excitement. The idea of being alone with Chan in his car, driving through the dark mountains with the city sparkling below⌠it was terrifying and thrilling at the same time.
âSo⌠you think I should go?â you asked, voice smaller now.
Mina turned you around to face her, holding your shoulders.
âYes. Go. Enjoy every second. Flirt back if you want. Let him chase you. Let him catch you if it feels right. But keep me updated. And remember: youâre a goddess. He should be the one feeling lucky.â
You took a deep breath, staring at yourself in the mirror one more time. The girl looking back seemed different â flushed, eyes bright with possibility, a little bolder.
âOkay,â you whispered. âIâll go.â
Mina squealed again and pulled you into a tight hug.
âThatâs my girl! Now fix your lipstick, take a deep breath, and go make that man lose his mind. I want all the details tomorrow â or whenever you resurface.â
You both laughed as you touched up your makeup. The conversation, the teasing, and Minaâs encouragement had eased some of the overwhelming embarrassment. Now, underneath it all, anticipation was building.
As you walked back toward the table together, Mina leaned in one last time.
âAnd remember⌠if he kisses you, make sure itâs worth the drive.â
Your heart raced faster with every step. Chan was still at the table, talking with the others, but the moment you reappeared, his eyes found yours immediately. That slow, dangerous smile returned to his lips.
He already knew.
And from the way he looked at you now â darker, more certain â he could tell your answer was going to be yes.
The walk back from the bathroom felt longer than it should have. Every step made your heart beat harder against your ribs. Mina walked beside you, still grinning like an idiot, occasionally bumping her shoulder against yours in silent encouragement. The luxurious mansion pulsed with low music, laughter, and the clink of expensive glasses, but all you could focus on was the table ahead â and the man waiting there.
The moment you reappeared in sight, Chanâs head turned. His dark eyes locked onto you instantly, as if heâd been watching the direction youâd left. A slow, satisfied smile spread across his lips. He leaned back against the sofa with that effortless dominance, one arm still draped along the backrest where youâd been sitting.
âWell, well⌠finally,â he said as soon as you were close enough, voice low and teasing, loud enough for the immediate group to hear but clearly aimed at you. âI was starting to miss you already. Thought maybe youâd escaped through the window to avoid me.â
The table chuckled. Hyunjin raised an eyebrow, amused. Felix smirked into his drink.
You sat back down, closer to him this time, the leather warm from where youâd been earlier. âMissed me in five minutes? Thatâs a new record,â you replied, trying to keep your voice light despite the butterflies rioting in your stomach.
Chan tilted his head, eyes sparkling with mischief as he looked you up and down slowly. âFive minutes felt like five laps around the track. Time moves different when the view gets taken away.â He leaned in just a little, voice dropping. âEspecially when the view looks as good as you do in that red dress.â
Heat flooded your face again. You glanced away toward the glittering city lights outside the glass walls, but the smile tugging at your lips betrayed you.
The conversation picked up around you once more, but the bubble between you and Chan felt even smaller and more charged than before. He found ways to include you in every topic â asking your opinion on music, on Rioâs nightlife, on whether speed or control mattered more in life. Every question came wrapped in that smooth accent and those lingering looks.
After several minutes of this careful dance, you took a steadying breath and turned to face him properly.
âOkay,â you said quietly, so only he could hear. âIâll go with you. For the drive.â
Chanâs eyes lit up with clear victory and hunger. The corner of his mouth curved into a dangerously attractive smirk.
âBut,â you continued before he could speak, holding his gaze firmly, âif you try anything I donât allow⌠I will hit you. Iâm serious. I donât care how famous or fast you are.â
For a second he just stared at you, surprised. Then he let out a low, genuine laugh â deep, warm, and genuinely delighted.
âFuck, I like you,â he murmured, biting his lower lip. âDeal. Iâll behave⌠until you tell me not to.â His eyes darkened. âBut I have a feeling youâre going to be the one testing my self-control tonight.â
You held his stare, heart hammering, but didnât look away. The tension between you crackled like electricity in the air.
Chan stood up first, offering his hand to help you. His palm was warm, fingers strong as they closed around yours for a moment longer than necessary. âShall we?â
You nodded.
The two of you said your goodbyes to the group. Mina hugged you tightly, whispering âHave funâ in your ear before pulling back with a proud, mischievous grin. As you and Chan started walking away from the table, she caught your eye from across the space. She mouthed clearly, exaggerating the words so you could read her lips:
âTake care. Text me. Donât get pregnant."
You almost tripped. Chan noticed your reaction and glanced back, but you quickly composed yourself, shooting Mina a death glare mixed with laughter. She just blew you a kiss.
The walk through the mansion toward the entrance felt surreal. Chan kept a hand lightly on your lower back â polite, guiding, but undeniably possessive. His presence beside you was overwhelming: tall, broad-shouldered, moving with the confident stride of someone who dominated every space he entered. A few people glanced your way, recognizing him, but he paid them no attention. His focus stayed entirely on you.
Outside, the night air was still warm and humid, carrying the distant sound of waves and the scent of tropical flowers from the mansionâs gardens. The valet had already pulled up Chanâs car.
A sleek, aggressive Ferrari â deep blood red, shining under the lights like it was wet. The lines were sharp, predatory, exactly like its owner. The butterfly doors lifted upward with a soft mechanical whir as Chan approached.
He opened the passenger side for you, waiting until you were settled before closing it. The interior smelled like expensive leather, new car, and his cologne. When he slid into the driverâs seat, the space suddenly felt much smaller. His hand rested on the gear shift, dangerously close to your thigh.
âReady?â he asked, voice lower now that you were alone. The city lights reflected in his eyes as he looked at you.
You nodded, buckling your seatbelt. âReady. But remember what I said.â
Chan chuckled softly, starting the engine. The Ferrari roared to life with a deep, throaty growl that vibrated through your entire body.
âI remember,â he said, pulling away smoothly from the mansion. The car moved like liquid power â fast, controlled, responsive. âNo crossing lines unless you draw them first.â He glanced over at you, one hand on the wheel, the other shifting gears as he accelerated down the private road. âThough I have to admit⌠Iâm really hoping you draw a few tonight.â
The mansion lights faded behind you as Chan drove toward the winding mountain roads. The city of Rio de Janeiro stretched out below, an ocean of sparkling lights, with the dark silhouette of the sea beyond. Wind rushed through the slightly open windows, messing with your hair.
You glanced at his profile â strong jaw, focused eyes, slight smirk still playing on his lips.
This was really happening.
The night had officially shifted gears.
And Bang Chan looked more than ready to take you on the ride of your life.
The Ferrari purred like a satisfied beast as it climbed the steep, curving roads leading up toward Vista Chinesa. The city sprawled far below â an endless glittering carpet of lights stretching from the beaches of Copacabana and Ipanema all the way to the dark horizon where the sea met the sky. The Cristo Redentor glowed softly in the distance, watching over the sleeping metropolis. Inside the car, the world felt smaller, hotter, and far more dangerous.
You sat with your hands clasped tightly in your lap, the hem of your red dress having ridden up slightly from the movement and the way you kept shifting nervously in the leather seat. The air conditioning was on, but your skin still felt warm. Too warm. Every time Chan changed gears, the low rumble of the engine vibrated through your body, making it impossible to relax.
Chan noticed, of course. He always noticed.
âYou okay over there?â he asked, voice smooth and amused, one hand resting casually on the steering wheel while the other stayed on the gear shift. He glanced at you, that signature smirk playing on his lips. âYou look like I just kidnapped you instead of taking you for a scenic drive. Breathing would be a good start, sweetheart.â
You let out a shy laugh, biting your lip as you looked out the window at the passing trees and occasional glimpses of the city below.
âIâm fine,â you lied. âJust⌠not used to this. The car. The height. You.â
He chuckled, deep and low, the sound filling the small space between you. âMe? Iâm harmless. Mostly.â His eyes flicked sideways again, lingering this time on the exposed skin of your thighs where the dress had shifted higher. He didnât even try to hide it. âThough I have to say⌠that dress is making it very hard for me to keep my eyes on the road.â
Your face burned. You tugged at the hem self-consciously, but it only made the fabric slide back up again when you moved. Chanâs smirk deepened.
âYou donât have to fix it on my account,â he murmured, voice dropping an octave. âIâm enjoying the view. A lot.â
You swallowed hard, heart racing. The tension inside the Ferrari was thickening with every passing second. The scent of his cologne mixed with the leather and the faint night breeze coming through the cracked window made your head feel light.
âDo you⌠actually know where youâre going?â you asked, trying to steer the conversation to safer ground. âI donât want to end up lost in the middle of nowhere at almost two in the morning.â
Chan laughed again, genuinely amused this time. He took a smooth curve, the car handling it perfectly, as if it were an extension of his body.
âI know Rio like the back of my hand,â he reassured you, glancing over with a reassuring yet still dangerously attractive smile. âThis road leads up to one of the best viewpoints. Quiet. Private. Perfect for⌠talking.â The pause before the last word made it clear talking wasnât the only thing on his mind.
You nodded, trying to calm your nerves. âGood. Because I really donât want to become a headline: âMarketing girl disappears with famous pilot after leaving fancy party.ââ
He grinned, shifting gears again as the road got steeper. âNah. If anything, the headline would be âLucky pilot spends night with the most beautiful girl at the party.â Has a nice ring to it, donât you think?â
You rolled your eyes, but couldnât stop the shy smile that escaped. âYouâre very smooth. Too smooth.â
âOnly when itâs worth it.â His eyes drifted again â slower this time â tracing from your knees up to the hem of your dress, then higher, appreciating the way the red fabric hugged your body. When he looked back at the road, his hand tightened slightly on the steering wheel. âYou nervous because of me, or because youâre actually enjoying this more than you want to admit?â
You stayed quiet for a moment, watching the lights of the city flicker below as the car climbed higher.
âBoth,â you admitted softly.
Chan hummed in approval, clearly pleased with your honesty. âGood. I like honest girls. Especially when theyâre as pretty as you.â He reached over and turned the music down a little, letting the low sensual R&B fill the background instead of overpowering the moment. âTell me something⌠why were you so hesitant back at the party? Most girls wouldâve been all over me the second they sat down.â
You shrugged, still playing with the hem of your dress. âIâm not most girls. And youâre⌠a lot. Famous. Confident. The kind of guy who probably has girls throwing themselves at him every weekend.â
He nodded slowly, not denying it. âTrue. But none of them make me want to drive up here at 1:40 in the morning just to be alone with them.â His voice got quieter, rougher. âNone of them make the dress look that fucking good either.â
Your breath hitched. The compliment was direct, heavy with want. You crossed your legs, which only made the fabric ride up even more. Chan noticed immediately. His jaw flexed and he let out a slow breath.
âYou keep doing that and Iâm gonna have a very hard time focusing on driving,â he said, half-joking, half-serious.
âSorry,â you mumbled, cheeks flaming, quickly adjusting the dress again.
âDonât be sorry.â He glanced over once more, eyes dark. âI like when you get shy. Itâs cute. Makes me wonder what else makes you blush like that.â
The silence that followed was loaded. The Ferrari hugged another curve, the city now even farther below, the lights looking like scattered stars. The road was almost empty at this hour â just the occasional distant car far behind them. It felt like the rest of the world had disappeared, leaving only the two of you in this luxurious, vibrating cocoon of leather and tension.
Chan kept the conversation going, asking about your job, your favorite places in Rio, what you did for fun. But every answer you gave seemed to fuel him more. He listened intently, responding with teasing comments and flirty observations that slowly chipped away at your defenses.
âYou have a really pretty laugh,â he said at one point. âSoft. Genuine. I want to hear it more tonight.â
And later: âYour legs look incredible in that dress. Especially when the light from the city hits them like that.â
Each compliment, each lingering look, each low-spoken comment made the air inside the car feel heavier. Hotter. Your shyness only seemed to encourage him. The more you fidgeted and blushed, the more obvious his desire became â in the way his hand kept drifting closer to your thigh on the gear shift, in the way his eyes kept dropping to your chest and legs, in the way his voice got rougher every time he spoke directly to you.
âYouâre killing me here, you know that?â he muttered during a straight stretch of road, shaking his head with a half-smile. âSitting there looking all innocent and nervous while wearing that dress⌠it should be illegal.â
You didnât know how to respond, so you just looked out the window again, heart pounding, thighs pressed tightly together.
Chan noticed that too.
The Ferrari continued climbing, the road twisting higher into the forested hills. The tension between you two was no longer subtle. It was thick, undeniable, and growing with every minute that passed.
The Ferrari continued its smooth ascent through the winding roads of the Tijuca Forest, the dense trees creating tunnels of darkness broken only by occasional glimpses of the city far below. The further you climbed, the quieter the world became. No more distant party music, no more background chatter â just the low growl of the engine, the soft R&B playing through the speakers, and the heavy, charged silence between you and Chan.
You were starting to relax. Slowly. The initial nervousness that had made your hands tremble was giving way to something warmer, bolder. Maybe it was the way Chan kept looking at you like you were the most fascinating thing heâd seen in months. Maybe it was the low compliments he dropped so casually. Or maybe it was simply the thrill of being completely alone with him.
You turned in your seat to face him more directly, letting your dress ride up a little on purpose this time.
âYou keep saying Iâm killing you,â you said softly, a small, teasing smile playing on your lips. âBut youâre the one who canât stop staring. Eyes on the road, pilot.â
Chan let out a surprised laugh, deep and raspy, glancing over at you with raised eyebrows. âOh? Look whoâs getting brave now.â His hand left the gear shift for a second to rest lightly on your thigh â just above the knee, warm and heavy. âCareful, sweetheart. I might start thinking you actually like the attention.â
You didnât pull away. Instead, you placed your hand over his, not pushing it off, just resting there. âMaybe I do,â you admitted, voice quieter but steadier than before. âYouâre not as scary as I thought youâd be.â
His fingers flexed under yours, squeezing your thigh gently. âScary? Thatâs a new one.â He took another curve with perfect control, the city lights sparkling like jewels beneath you. âMost people find me charming.â
âYou are charming,â you replied, growing bolder. âDangerously charming. Thatâs the scary part.â
Chanâs smirk turned into something darker, more satisfied. The tension inside the car had shifted. You were no longer just reacting â you were playing along. And he was loving every second of it.
A few minutes later, he slowed the Ferrari and turned onto a narrower, less traveled road. âWeâre almost there,â he said. âI wanted to bring you here because⌠well, most girls want the loud places. Clubs, parties, the spotlight. But I figured youâre different. You seemed like someone who appreciates quiet beauty. Real beauty.â He glanced at you meaningfully. âPlus, up here, no one interrupts. No cameras. No expectations. Just the city and us.â
The car finally came to a stop in a small, secluded parking area near the **Vista Chinesa** â one of Rioâs hidden gems. A Chinese-style pavilion sat gracefully on the edge of the hill, surrounded by lush greenery, offering one of the most breathtaking panoramic views of the entire city. At this hour, it was almost completely deserted. Only the soft glow of distant streetlights and the moon illuminated the scene.
Chan killed the engine. The sudden silence was intimate.
âCome on,â he said, stepping out and rounding the car to open your door. He offered his hand again, and this time you took it without hesitation. The night air was cooler up here, a gentle breeze carrying the scent of earth, leaves, and the distant sea.
He led you toward a stone bench near the pavilion, partially hidden by some trees but still offering the full spectacular view. Rio stretched out beneath you like a living painting â the Christ the Redeemer lit up in white, the dark curves of the mountains, the glowing beaches, and the infinite lights of the neighborhoods. It was stunningly beautiful.
You sat down side by side. Chan stretched his long legs out, one arm resting behind you on the back of the bench. This time he didnât pretend it was accidental â his fingers lightly traced your shoulder, then played with a strand of your hair.
âWorth the drive?â he asked, voice low.
âVery worth it,â you whispered, looking at the view for a moment before turning to face him. âThank you for bringing me here.â
He studied your face in the moonlight, his expression shifting from playful to something more intense. âYouâre really beautiful, you know that?â The words came out rougher than before. âNot just the dress. You. The way you look at me when you think Iâm not paying attention. The way you blush but still flirt back. Itâs driving me crazy.â
You turned your body toward him, knees brushing against his. The boldness you felt earlier grew stronger. âThen maybe you should do something about it,â you said softly, surprising even yourself.
Chanâs eyes darkened instantly. He cupped your face with one hand, thumb brushing over your lower lip slowly, deliberately.
âYou sure about that?â he murmured, leaning in closer. His breath warmed your skin. âBecause once I start, Iâm not going to want to stop at just a kiss.â
Instead of answering with words, you closed the remaining distance.
The kiss started slow â a soft press of lips, testing, savoring. But the hunger that had been building for hours exploded almost immediately. Chan groaned low in his throat and tilted his head, deepening the kiss with a hunger that took your breath away. His hand slid into your hair, gripping firmly as he pulled you closer. His tongue traced your bottom lip before slipping inside, tasting you, claiming you.
It wasnât a gentle kiss. It was passionate, messy, full of pent-up desire. You kissed him back just as fiercely, one hand fisting his shirt, the other gripping his shoulder. Chan pulled you half onto his lap, strong arms wrapping around your waist as the kiss grew hotter, wetter. He sucked on your lower lip, then bit it gently, earning a soft whimper from you that made him smile against your mouth.
âFuck⌠you taste even better than I imagined,â he growled between kisses, his voice hoarse. He kissed you again, deeper, more demanding, tongue dancing with yours while his hands roamed your back, pulling you flush against his chest.
The city lights blurred in your peripheral vision. All that existed was the heat of his mouth, the firm grip of his hands, the way he kissed like he was starving for you. You melted into him, matching his intensity, fingers threading through his hair and tugging lightly. Chan responded with a deep, approving groan that vibrated through his chest.
When you finally broke apart for air, both of you were breathing hard. His forehead rested against yours, eyes half-lidded and dark with want. Your lips were swollen, cheeks flushed, and the hem of your dress had ridden dangerously high on your thighs.
Chan brushed his thumb over your wet bottom lip again, breathing ragged.
âYou have no idea how long I wanted to do that,â he whispered, voice rough. âSince the moment you sat down at that table looking all shy and untouchable.â
You smiled shyly, still catching your breath, but didnât pull away. âThen donât stop now.â
His eyes flashed with heat at your words. He leaned in again, capturing your lips in another searing kiss â slower this time, but no less intense. His hands explored your waist, your hips, pulling you even closer until you were fully straddling his lap on the stone bench.
The night air, the breathtaking view, the distant sound of the city far below â everything faded into background as the chemistry between you two finally ignited.
And neither of you seemed in any hurry to put out the fire.
Minutes had blurred into what felt like an eternity of heat.
You were fully straddling Chanâs lap on the stone bench, knees on either side of his powerful thighs, your red dress bunched up around your hips. The kiss had turned filthy â tongues sliding hungrily, lips wet and swollen, occasional bites that made you both groan. Chanâs hands gripped your ass firmly, pulling you down harder against him with every roll of your hips.
You could feel him.
He was rock hard beneath you. The thick, heavy outline of his cock pressed right against your core through his tailored pants, throbbing every time you ground down. The size was impossible to ignore â long and very thick. The realization made your stomach tighten with a mix of nerves and raw excitement.
Chan pulled back just enough to breathe, forehead pressed to yours, lips brushing as he spoke.
âFuck, baby⌠youâre driving me insane,â he growled, voice hoarse. One of his hands slid up your thigh, fingers slipping under the hem of your dress, moving dangerously higher. His fingertips grazed the edge of your panties, teasing the lace.
You shivered hard, a soft whimper escaping your lips as he kissed you again, deeper, more desperate. His fingers were just about to push the fabric aside when you suddenly broke the kiss, grabbing his wrist gently but firmly.
âChan⌠wait,â you breathed, chest heaving. âIâm not doing this here. Not in the middle of the woods like this. It feels⌠strange. What if someone sees us?â
Chan froze, eyes dark with lust, lips parted and swollen. For a second he looked almost dazed, like he was fighting his own body. Then reality seemed to hit him. He let out a heavy, frustrated breath and rested his forehead on your shoulder, chuckling lowly.
âShit⌠youâre right,â he muttered, voice rough. âSorry. Got carried away. This view makes me forget thereâs still a world out there.â He kissed your neck softly, almost apologetically, before pulling his hand back. âYouâre right. Letâs go.â
He helped you off his lap, adjusting your dress for you with surprisingly gentle hands. But when he stood up, it was impossible to miss how painfully hard he was. The bulge in his pants was obvious, straining aggressively against the fabric. He didnât even try to hide it as he walked you back to the Ferrari, jaw clenched, breathing still uneven.
Once inside the car, the tension became almost unbearable. Chan started the engine, the low roar filling the silence. He shifted in his seat, clearly uncomfortable, gripping the wheel tighter than necessary.
You watched him for a moment, biting your lip. The drive to his place was going to be long.
âWhere do you live?â you asked softly.
âBarra da Tijuca,â he answered, voice still husky. âApartment in a gated community near the beach. Itâs a bit far from here⌠around 40-45 minutes depending on traffic. Why?â
You didnât answer immediately. Instead, you reached over and rested your hand on his thigh, feeling the hard muscle tense under your touch. Chan glanced at you, surprised.
âYou âre really hard,â you whispered, eyes dropping to the massive bulge. âIt looks painful.â
He let out a breathless laugh, shifting again. âYeah⌠it is. Been like this since you started kissing me back like that.â
The car began descending the mountain road. The city lights grew closer again. You felt a surge of boldness â the same one that had made you flirt back earlier.
âKeep your eyes on the road and drive carefully,â you said quietly, unbuckling your seatbelt.
Chan looked at you, confused. âWhat are youâ?â
You leaned over the center console, hands working on his belt. His eyes widened.
âBaby⌠you donât have toââ
âShh. Just focus on driving,â you murmured, pulling his zipper down. When you freed him from his boxers, his cock sprang out heavily.
He was big. Thick. The head already glistening with precum, veins prominent along the impressive length. You wrapped your hand around the base and Chan hissed sharply, hips twitching.
âFuckâŚâ he groaned, one hand tightening on the steering wheel while the other rested on the back of your head, not pushing, just holding.
You started slow â licking a long stripe from base to tip, tasting the salty precum. Chan let out a deep, guttural moan that made your core clench.
âShit, that feels so goodâŚâ he breathed.
You took him into your mouth, lips stretching around his thickness. He was heavy on your tongue, filling your mouth completely. You bobbed your head, taking more of him with every movement, using your hand on what didnât fit.
Chan was incredibly vocal.
âFuuuck⌠just like that,â he moaned, voice breaking. âYour mouth is so warm⌠so fucking wet.â
The car sped up slightly before he forced himself to slow down, breathing ragged. Every time you sucked harder or swirled your tongue around the head, he let out another broken groan or curse.
âGoddamn⌠youâre gonna make me crash if you keep doing that,â he panted, fingers tightening in your hair. âYou look so pretty with my cock in your mouth, baby. So fucking pretty.â
You hummed around him, the vibration making his thighs tense. The obscene wet sounds mixed with his moans and the low purr of the Ferrari engine created an incredibly erotic atmosphere. You took him deeper, relaxing your throat, eyes watering slightly as you pushed your limits.
Chanâs breathing grew louder, more desperate.
âHoly shitâ slow down a little or Iâm gonna cum too fast,â he warned, voice strained. âYouâre too good at this⌠fuck, I didnât expect this tonight.â
You didnât stop. You wanted to push him. Wanted to hear more of those wrecked moans. Your head moved faster, hand stroking in rhythm, saliva dripping down his length.
Chan kept one hand on the wheel, eyes fighting to stay on the dark road while the other gently guided your head.
âYouâre gonna be the death of me,â he groaned deeply, hips twitching up slightly into your mouth. âSuch a good girl⌠taking me so deep. Just like thatâ ah, fuck!â
âYouâre gonna be the death of me,â Chan groaned, his voice already wrecked.
You didnât answer with words. Instead, you took him deeper, relaxing your throat as much as you could, sucking him with pure hunger. Your head bobbed steadily, wet, obscene sounds filling the interior of the Ferrari as you worked him. Your tongue pressed flat against the underside of his thick cock, tracing every vein while your hand stroked the base in perfect rhythm.
Chanâs grip on your hair tightened, not forcing you, but holding on like you were his only anchor. The car was moving, but his focus was clearly split.
âFuuuuck⌠baby, your mouthââ He cut himself off with a deep, guttural moan as you sucked harder, hollowing your cheeks. âJust like that⌠holy shit, youâre sucking me so good.â
You poured everything into it â eager, messy, and greedy. Saliva dripped down his thick shaft, coating your hand as you twisted your wrist on every upstroke. You pulled back for a second to catch your breath, strings of spit connecting your swollen lips to his glistening cockhead, before diving back down, taking him as deep as you could.
Chanâs moans were getting louder, needier, more desperate.
âAhhâ fuck, fuck, fuck⌠youâre gonna make me lose my mind,â he panted, hips twitching up slightly into your mouth. âSo warm⌠so fucking wet. Youâre taking me so deep, baby. Such a good fucking girl.â
The road to Barra da Tijuca felt endless. Every time the car took a curve, his cock shifted in your mouth, and you adjusted eagerly, sucking harder. Chanâs breathing was ragged, chest rising and falling fast. His free hand stayed on the steering wheel, knuckles white, while the other gently guided the pace of your head.
âYouâre so fucking nasty for this⌠doing this while I drive,â he groaned, voice breaking into a whiny whimper that made heat pool between your legs. âDidnât expect you to be this greedy. Shitâ right there, baby. Suck the head like that againââ
You obeyed, focusing on the sensitive tip, swirling your tongue around it before sucking hard. Chanâs moan was loud, almost broken.
âNnghâ! Fuck, Iâm getting close alreadyâŚâ
You didnât slow down. If anything, you went faster, wetter, taking him deeper until your nose brushed against his pelvis. The sounds were filthy â gagging softly, slurping, your hand stroking what your mouth couldnât reach. Chanâs thighs were trembling under your touch.
âBaby⌠baby, slow down a little,â he begged, voice turning genuinely whiny. âIâm so close⌠I donât wanna cum yetâ ahh, fuck!â
But you didnât slow down. You wanted him desperate. You wanted to hear him fall apart.
The minutes dragged on in a haze of heat and moans. Chan kept driving, barely keeping the car steady as you worshipped his thick cock. His groans grew louder, more broken, more pathetic in the hottest way possible.
âShitâ I can feel it⌠Iâm so fucking close,â he whined, breathing heavily. âYour mouth is too good⌠too fucking good. Iâm gonna cum so much if you keep going like that.â
You hummed around him, the vibration making his whole body jerk. Chan let out a long, shaky moan that sounded almost pained from how good it felt.
The tall buildings and luxury condominiums of Barra da Tijuca started appearing. You were getting close to his neighborhood. The car slowed as you approached a red traffic light â the last one before the entrance to his gated community.
Chanâs breathing changed. It became faster, shallower, more desperate.
âBabyâ fuck, the lightâs red,â he gasped. âIâm right there⌠Iâm gonna cum. Iâm gonna cum so fucking hardââ
You didnât pull off. Instead, you took him as deep as possible and sucked with everything you had, stroking him fast with your hand.
The moment the car stopped completely at the red light, Chan broke.
His head fell back against the seat as his orgasm hit him like a wave. His cock throbbed violently in your mouth, pulsing hard as he started shooting thick, hot ropes of cum straight down your throat. Chan moaned shamelessly loud â loud enough that you were grateful the windows were closed.
âNnghhhâ! Fuck, fuck, fuckâ so goodâ youâre taking all of it,â he whined, voice high and broken, almost sobbing with pleasure. âOh my god⌠I canât stopâ thereâs so muchââ
He kept cumming, wave after wave, filling your mouth until it started leaking from the corners of your lips. His hips stuttered, thighs shaking, one hand gripping your hair tightly as broken, needy moans spilled from his mouth nonstop.
âBaby⌠baby, youâre milking me so goodâ ahhh, shitâ Iâm still cummingâ fuck!â
The moans were pure filth â deep, whiny, desperate, almost embarrassed at how intense it was. His whole body trembled as the last powerful spurts filled your mouth. You swallowed as much as you could, the rest dripping down your chin onto his pants and the leather seat.
Chan was panting like heâd just finished a race, chest heaving, eyes half-closed in bliss. The traffic light turned green, but he stayed still for a few more seconds, trying to recover.
âJesus ChristâŚâ he breathed out, voice hoarse and shaky. âThat was⌠the best head Iâve ever had in my life. You just swallowed almost everything like it was nothing.â
You slowly pulled off his cock, licking him clean with soft, gentle strokes of your tongue while looking up at him. Chan stared down at you, eyes dark and full of awe, his hand gently caressing your hair.
âCome here,â he murmured, pulling you up gently.
He kissed you deeply despite the mess, tasting himself on your tongue with a low groan. When he pulled back, his thumb wiped the corner of your mouth, eyes burning.
âWeâre almost at my place,â he said, voice still rough. âAnd when we get there⌠Iâm going to return the favor until youâre the one moaning my name like that.â
The light was green.
Chan shifted gears, still breathing hard, a satisfied but dangerous smirk slowly returning to his lips as he drove the last few minutes toward his luxury apartment in Barra da Tijuca.
The Ferrari turned into the quiet, exclusive streets of one of the most prestigious gated communities in Barra da Tijuca. Tall walls covered with ivy, discreet security cameras, and perfectly landscaped gardens created an atmosphere of absolute privacy and wealth. Chan drove with calm confidence, one hand on the wheel and the other resting possessively on your thigh, his thumb tracing slow circles on your skin.
He stopped in front of a sleek, modern building and gave a small wave to the security guard, who opened the gate immediately. The car descended into a private underground garage, parking right beside a private elevator.
Chan turned off the engine and exhaled deeply, turning to look at you. His eyes were still dark with desire, lips slightly swollen from earlier. âWeâre here,â he said, voice low and rough. âMy place.â
He got out first and opened your door, helping you out of the low sports car. Your legs felt a little weak after everything that had happened during the drive. Chan noticed and smiled, pulling you close by the waist as you walked toward the elevator. The ride up was silent, but the air crackled with anticipation.
When the elevator doors opened directly into his penthouse, you stopped in your tracks, completely stunned.
The apartment was breathtaking.
It was an enormous open-concept space with incredibly high ceilings. An entire wall of floor-to-ceiling glass offered a spectacular panoramic view of the ocean and the glittering lights of Barra da Tijuca at night. The living room was vast, furnished with elegant minimalist pieces in dark tones mixed with warm wood. Expensive modern art decorated the walls, and a sleek open kitchen with black marble countertops and high-end appliances sat to the left. Soft golden ambient lighting turned on automatically, bathing everything in a warm, intimate glow. Through the glass doors, you could see a luxurious terrace with an infinity pool that seemed to blend into the sea.
You felt small. Out of place.
âChan⌠this is incredible,â you whispered, voice full of awe and embarrassment. âItâs like a dream. I feel like I shouldnât even be standing here. This place is too⌠much.â
He chuckled softly behind you, closing the distance until his chest pressed against your back. His strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you against his body as he rested his chin on your shoulder.
âDonât think like that,â he murmured, lips brushing your ear. âI wanted you here. In my space. With me.â He kissed the side of your neck gently. âThe house is just a house. Youâre what matters tonight.â
You turned in his arms to face him, still feeling shy. âItâs just⌠very different from my reality. This view, the size, the luxury⌠I feel like an intruder.â
Before you could say anything else, Chan cupped your face with both hands and kissed you.
The kiss was immediate and intense. His lips claimed yours with hunger, tongue sliding against yours as he pulled you closer. You moaned softly into his mouth, arms wrapping around his neck, fingers threading through his soft hair. Chan groaned in response, hands sliding down your body until they gripped your waist tightly, then lower to squeeze your ass.
He walked you backward without breaking the kiss until your back met the cool glass window. The contrast made you gasp. Chan took advantage, deepening the kiss even more, tongue exploring your mouth as one hand held the back of your neck and the other roamed your thigh.
âBeen dying to kiss you like this all night,â he growled against your lips, biting your bottom lip before soothing it. âYou have no idea how much I wanted you alone.â
You whimpered, pressing your body against his. You could feel him getting hard again, his thick cock pressing against your stomach. Chan rolled his hips slowly, letting you feel everything as he kissed you like he was addicted.
Suddenly, he bent down, grabbed the back of your thighs and lifted you effortlessly. You wrapped your legs around his waist instinctively as he carried you, lips never leaving yours. He moved through the living room and up the elegant floating staircase to the second floor, holding you as if you weighed nothing.
The master bedroom was just as impressive: a huge king-sized bed with dark silk sheets, another wall of glass facing the ocean, soft lighting, and a luxurious atmosphere that smelled exactly like him. Chan kicked the door shut and carried you straight to the bed, laying you down in the middle of the massive mattress.
He climbed on top of you immediately, settling between your spread legs, his body pressing you deliciously into the soft bedding. His eyes roamed over your flushed face and messed-up red dress with clear hunger.
âLook at youâŚâ he whispered, voice hoarse. âSo fucking beautiful lying in my bed.â
He kissed you again, slower but deeper, tongue tasting every corner of your mouth. One hand slid up your thigh, pushing your dress higher until it was bunched around your waist, exposing your black lace panties. Chan pulled back slightly to look down at you, breathing heavily.
âYouâre driving me crazy,â he confessed, kissing your neck, sucking on the sensitive skin hard enough to leave marks. âIâve been thinking about having you like this since the party.â
You arched into him, hands slipping under his shirt to feel his warm, defined abs and back. Chan sat up for a moment, pulling his shirt off in one smooth motion and throwing it aside, revealing his perfectly sculpted chest, shoulders and abs. He looked even better than you had imagined.
Then he was back on you, kissing you deeply, hips rolling against yours in a slow, teasing rhythm. His hard cock pressed right against your core, making you both moan into the kiss.
Chan hovered over you, his bare chest pressing against your body as he kissed you like he was trying to consume every sound you made. His mouth was hot, demanding, and relentless. He tilted his head, deepening the kiss until your tongues slid together in a wet, messy dance that made your head spin. Every time you tried to catch your breath he chased your lips again, sucking on your bottom lip, biting it gently, then soothing it with his tongue.
âGod, youâre so fucking hot,â he breathed against your mouth, voice thick with lust. âThis red dress has been killing me all night⌠the way it hugs your body, the way your tits look in it⌠Iâve been imagining taking it off you since the moment I saw you.â
You moaned softly into his mouth, your hands running up his muscular back, nails lightly scratching his skin. Chan groaned at the feeling and rolled his hips slowly against you, letting you feel how hard he still was.
He broke the kiss only to trail his lips down your jaw, sucking on the sensitive spot below your ear before moving to your neck. His mouth was greedy, leaving open-mouthed kisses and light bites that made you arch off the bed with a needy whimper.
âChanâŚâ you moaned, fingers threading through his hair.
âFuck, I love the way you say my name,â he growled, sucking harder on your neck. âYou sound so pretty when youâre turned on. So fucking sexy.â
His hands moved to the straps of your dress, slowly pulling them down your shoulders. He kissed every inch of skin he revealed, tongue tracing your collarbone as he tugged the fabric lower. When your breasts finally spilled free, Chan let out a deep, appreciative groan.
âJesus Christ⌠look at you,â he murmured, eyes dark and hungry as he stared at your bare chest. âThese tits are perfect. So fucking pretty. Been dying to taste them.â
Before you could respond, his mouth was on you.
Chan wrapped his lips around your right nipple, sucking gently at first, then harder, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak. You moaned loudly, back arching off the mattress as pleasure shot straight between your legs. He groaned against your skin, the vibration making you shiver.
âMmm⌠so sweet,â he mumbled, sucking harder, taking more of your breast into his mouth. His hand kneaded the other one, thumb brushing over your nipple until it was hard and aching. âYou taste so good, baby. These tits were made for my mouth.â
He switched sides, giving the same attention to your left breast â licking, sucking, and gently biting until you were writhing underneath him, soft moans and whimpers falling from your lips nonstop. Every suck sent sparks through your body. Every time he flicked his tongue over your nipple you cried out, hips bucking up against him instinctively.
âChan⌠oh godâŚâ you moaned, gripping his hair tighter.
He looked up at you while still sucking, eyes locked on yours, the sight incredibly erotic. âThatâs it, moan for me,â he said, voice muffled against your skin. âI want to hear how good it feels. Youâre so fucking responsive⌠so sensitive. I could spend hours just sucking on these pretty tits.â
He pressed your breasts together with both hands, burying his face between them, licking and kissing the soft flesh before taking one nipple back into his mouth and sucking hard. The wet, obscene sounds of his mouth filled the room, mixed with your breathy moans and his low groans of appreciation.
âYouâre so fucking gorgeous like this,â he praised between sucks, voice rough. âAll flushed and moaning under me. This body⌠fuck, I want to ruin you tonight. Want to mark every inch of you.â
He sucked harder, almost desperately, alternating between your breasts, leaving them wet and shiny with his saliva. Your nipples were swollen and sensitive, every touch of his tongue making you tremble. You kept moaning his name, hips grinding up against his hard cock through his pants, desperate for friction.
Chan growled, one hand sliding down your body to grip your thigh, spreading your legs wider as he continued devouring your chest. He pulled back slightly to admire his work â your breasts covered in hickeys and glistening from his mouth.
âLook how pretty they look now,â he said, voice hoarse with lust. âAll marked up by me. Mine.â
He dove back in, sucking and licking with renewed hunger, one hand pinching and rolling the nipple he wasnât sucking on. Your moans grew louder, needier, your body burning under his touch. Every wet pull of his mouth sent waves of pleasure straight to your core, making you wetter than youâd ever been.
Chan was completely lost in you â kissing, licking, sucking, and praising you nonstop.
âSo fucking perfect⌠these tits are driving me crazy⌠youâre so hot, baby⌠so fucking hotâŚâ
He kept going, relentless, as if he really could spend the whole night just worshipping your breasts. Your moans echoed softly in the large bedroom, mixing with his deep groans and the wet sounds of his mouth on your skin.
Chan kept devouring your breasts with unrestrained hunger, his mouth hot and greedy as he sucked hard on your swollen nipples. He alternated between them, licking, biting softly and then soothing with his tongue, while his hands squeezed the soft flesh, pressing them together so he could bury his face between them.
âFuck, these tits are perfect,â he groaned against your skin, voice thick and raspy. âSo soft⌠so fucking full. I canât stop sucking them. Look how hard your nipples are for me⌠so pretty and sensitive.â
You moaned loudly, back arching off the mattress as he sucked harder, the wet sounds of his mouth echoing in the big bedroom. Every pull of his lips sent jolts of pleasure straight to your core, making you wetter by the second. Your fingers tightened in his hair, tugging desperately as waves of heat washed over you.
âChan⌠oh my godâŚâ you whimpered, hips rolling up against him.
He growled in response, the vibration traveling through your chest. âThatâs it, moan my name. I love how you sound when Iâm sucking on you like this. So fucking sexy.â
After long, torturous minutes spent worshipping your breasts â leaving them covered in red marks and glistening with his saliva â Chan finally began kissing his way down your body. His lips left a wet trail along your stomach, tongue dipping into your navel before moving lower. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your bunched-up dress and panties, slowly dragging them down your legs. You lifted your hips to help him, heart hammering wildly in your chest as the cool air hit your soaked pussy.
Chan spread your thighs wide with his strong hands, settling comfortably between them. He stared at your exposed core for a few seconds, eyes completely dark with lust, breathing heavy.
âJesus fucking ChristâŚâ he whispered, almost reverently. âLook at this pretty little pussy. So wet⌠so fucking swollen and dripping for me. Youâre making such a mess, baby.â
He leaned in and ran his tongue slowly from your entrance all the way up to your clit in one long, broad stroke. The second he tasted you, Chan let out a deep, guttural moan that vibrated straight against your folds.
âMmmphâ fuck!â he groaned loudly, eyes fluttering shut. âYou taste so fucking good. So sweet and creamy⌠this is the best pussy Iâve ever had in my life. Iâm serious.â
He didnât ease into it. Chan dove in like a starving man, burying his face completely between your thighs with raw, shameless hunger. His tongue licked long, messy stripes up and down your slit, lapping up every drop of your arousal like it was nectar. He moaned continuously against you, the sounds loud, needy, and completely unrestrained.
âGoddamn, baby⌠youâre dripping down my chin,â he groaned, voice muffled as he licked faster. âTastes so fucking delicious. I could eat this pussy for hours and still want more. So sweet⌠so fucking addictive.â
He wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked hard, tongue flicking rapidly over the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your hips jerked violently and you cried out, gripping his hair tighter. Chan growled in approval, sucking even harder, the wet obscene sounds of his mouth filling the entire room.
âYesâ fuck, just like that,â he moaned against your clit. âMoan for me, baby. Let me hear how good my tongue feels. This little clit is throbbing so much⌠so cute and swollen on my tongue.â
He pushed his tongue inside you, fucking you with deep, wet strokes while his nose rubbed perfectly against your clit. The pleasure was overwhelming. You moaned loudly, thighs trembling around his head as he devoured you with pure enthusiasm.
Chan pulled back slightly, breathing hard, chin and lips shiny with your juices. âYou have no idea how good you taste,â he said, voice wrecked. âIâve never been this fucking obsessed with a pussy before. Look how wet you are⌠dripping everywhere. Such a messy, perfect girl for me.â
He dove back in even more eagerly, sucking your clit into his mouth while sliding two thick fingers deep inside you. He curled them instantly, hitting that perfect spot that made you see stars. His fingers pumped fast and deep, matching the rhythm of his tongue as he sucked and licked your clit with desperate hunger.
âOh fuckâ Chan!â you cried out, back arching sharply off the bed.
âThatâs it, baby. Say my name while I eat this pretty pussy,â he groaned loudly, fingers moving faster. âYouâre squeezing so tight around my fingers⌠fuck, I canât wait to feel you squeezing my cock like this later. But right now I just want to drink every drop you give me.â
He became almost feral â licking, sucking, and moaning like your pleasure was the only thing that existed. His free hand slid up your body to pinch and tug at your sensitive nipple while he continued devouring you. The wet, filthy sounds of his mouth and fingers echoed obscenely.
âYouâre soaking my face, baby⌠making such a mess,â he moaned, voice vibrating right against your clit. âBest fucking taste in the world. Iâm addicted already. This pussy is mine tonight. All mine. Gonna make you cum so hard on my tongue.â
Chan sucked your clit harder, fingers curling and pumping faster inside you. His moans were constant and shameless, like he was the one receiving pleasure. Every time you moaned or whimpered his name, he responded with deeper, hungrier licks.
âCum for me, baby. Pleaseâ I need it,â he begged between sucks, voice hoarse and desperate. âI want to feel you cum on my tongue. Want to drink all of it. Be a good girl and flood my mouth. This sweet pussy deserves to cum hard.â
The combination of his filthy words, the relentless suction on your clit, and his fingers hitting that perfect spot over and over finally pushed you over the edge.
Your orgasm hit you like a wave, crashing through your body violently. You cried out his name loudly, thighs clamping around his head as you came hard, trembling and gushing against his tongue. Chan moaned loudly in pure satisfaction, never stopping. He kept licking and sucking through your orgasm, eagerly drinking every drop like it was the best thing heâd ever tasted.
âFuck yesâ thatâs it, baby. Give me everything,â he groaned, lapping at you greedily. âSo good⌠you taste even better when you cum. Such a sweet, perfect pussy.â
Even after your orgasm subsided and you became sensitive, Chan continued licking slowly and gently, cleaning you up with soft, tender strokes of his tongue while moaning softly, clearly savoring every last bit.
He finally pulled back slightly, lips and chin completely glistening with your juices, eyes dark and satisfied as he looked up at you from between your spread thighs.
âYouâre fucking delicious,â he whispered, kissing your inner thigh. âI could eat you for the rest of the night and still not get enough.â
He crawled back up your body, kissing you deeply so you could taste yourself on his tongue, his hard cock pressing insistently against your soaked entrance through his pants.
Chan crawled up your body slowly, kissing every inch of skin he could reach â your stomach, between your breasts, your collarbone, your neck â until his face hovered over yours. His lips were shiny with your juices, eyes completely blown with lust. He kissed you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his tongue as he groaned into your mouth.
âYou taste so fucking good,â he murmured against your lips, voice wrecked. âI could eat that pussy for hours and still beg for more.â
You were still trembling from the intense orgasm, breathing hard, when Chan sat back on his knees between your spread thighs. His hands moved to his belt, undoing it quickly, eyes never leaving your soaked, glistening pussy. He pushed his pants and boxers down in one motion, freeing his cock.
It slapped heavily against his abs, thick, veiny, and painfully hard. The head was dark red, already leaking precum steadily. He was huge â long and impressively thick, the same cock you had sucked in the car earlier, now even harder after tasting you.
âFuck⌠look at what you do to me,â Chan groaned, wrapping his hand around the base and stroking himself slowly. His eyes were glued to your pussy, watching the way it clenched and dripped from the previous orgasm. âYouâre so fucking wet⌠so pink and pretty. This pussy is dripping for my cock, isnât it?â
He stroked himself a little faster, thumb spreading the precum over the head while staring at you like a predator. The wet sound of his hand moving on his thick shaft filled the room, mixing with your heavy breathing.
âBeen thinking about burying this cock inside you since the party,â he confessed, voice low and filthy. âImagining how tight youâd feel. How youâd stretch around me. Fuck⌠look how wet you are. You want it bad, donât you, baby?â
You nodded, biting your lip, hips twitching slightly as you watched him jerk off while staring at your exposed pussy. Chan smirked, dark and dangerous, then leaned forward, gripping his cock tighter.
He started teasing you.
He slapped the heavy head of his cock against your clit a few times, making you jolt and moan. Then he began rubbing it up and down your slit â slow, deliberate strokes, coating his thick length with your wetness. The head nudged your entrance, pressing just slightly, before sliding up to rub your clit again in lazy circles.
âFeel that?â he groaned, voice strained. âFeel how hard I am for you? Iâm leaking all over this pretty pussy. So fucking slippery⌠so warm.â
He kept brushing the head along your folds, teasing your entrance, pressing just the tip inside before pulling back out with a wet sound. Every time he did it you whimpered, trying to push your hips down to take him, but he held you still with his free hand on your thigh.
âUh uh⌠not yet,â he teased, smirking. âI want to enjoy this. Want to paint this pussy with my cock first. Look how your little hole is twitching every time I touch it⌠so greedy.â
Chan continued the filthy teasing, rubbing his thick cockhead up and down, occasionally slapping it against your clit, making you moan louder each time. His breathing was ragged, hand stroking the base while he used the head to play with you.
âFuck, youâre so wet itâs dripping down to your ass,â he groaned, voice getting rougher. âSuch a messy girl. My messy girl. This pussy is so perfect⌠Iâm gonna stretch you so good, baby. Gonna fill you up until you canât think straight.â
He pressed the head against your entrance again, pushing just a little deeper this time, making you gasp. But he pulled back out immediately, continuing to rub and tease, enjoying the way your pussy clenched desperately around nothing.
âYou want it so bad, donât you?â he taunted, stroking himself faster while rubbing the head on your clit. âWant this fat cock splitting you open. I can see how bad you need it. This tight little hole is begging for me.â
Chan leaned down, capturing your lips in a messy kiss while still rubbing his cock against your pussy. His tongue fucked your mouth in the same rhythm his cock teased your folds. You were moaning nonstop, hands gripping his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.
âPleaseâŚâ you whimpered against his mouth.
Chan pulled back, eyes dark, breathing heavily.
âPlease what, baby?â he asked, pressing the head against your entrance again, circling it slowly. âTell me what you want. Want me to fuck this pretty pussy? Want me to bury every inch inside you?â
He kept teasing, pushing just the tip in and pulling out, over and over, driving you crazy. His hand continued stroking the rest of his length, spreading your wetness all over himself.
âTell me,â he growled, voice low and commanding. âBeg for my cock like a good girl.â
Your body was on fire. Every slow drag of his thick cockhead along your folds, every time he nudged your entrance, every filthy word made you wetter and more desperate. Chan looked completely lost in the sight â eyes fixed on where his cock touched your pussy, breathing hard, muscles tense.
He slapped his cock against your clit a few more times, then rubbed the head firmly against it in tight circles.
âFuck⌠I could cum just from rubbing on you like this,â he groaned. âBut I need to be inside you. Need to feel this tight pussy squeezing me.â
He positioned the head right at your entrance again, pressing forward slightly, stretching you open just a little. His eyes locked on yours, dark and intense.
âReady for me, baby?â he asked, voice hoarse with lust, still teasing you with shallow movements. âBecause once I slide in⌠Iâm not stopping until youâre creaming all over my cock.â
âPlease, Chan⌠stop teasing me,â you begged desperately, your voice breaking as you rolled your hips up, trying to take him deeper. âI need you. Fuck me already. Please, I want your cock so badâŚâ
Chanâs eyes flashed with raw hunger. He gripped his thick cock tightly, rubbing the swollen, leaking head up and down your dripping slit one final time before pressing it firmly against your entrance.
âYou want it?â he growled, voice low and dangerous. âYou want me to stretch this tight little pussy open?â
âYes⌠fuck me, Chan. Please.â
With a deep, guttural groan, he finally pushed inside.
The thick head of his cock slowly forced its way past your entrance, stretching you wide. Chanâs mouth fell open instantly, letting out a long, broken, whiny moan that echoed through the bedroom.
âFuuuuuuck⌠oh my godâŚâ he moaned loudly, eyes rolling back as he sank deeper. âYour pussy is so fucking tight⌠so hot⌠shit, baby, youâre squeezing me so perfectlyâŚâ
He kept pushing in slowly, inch by thick inch, until his hips were pressed flush against yours, buried completely inside you. Chan let out the most pathetic, needy moan, his whole body trembling.
âAhhh⌠fuck⌠Iâm all the way in⌠so deep⌠your pussy feels incredible⌠so wet, so warm, so fucking tight around my cockâŚâ he whimpered, forehead pressed against yours, breathing ragged. âI can feel you pulsing around me⌠Jesus Christ, this is the best pussy Iâve ever felt.â
He stayed still for a moment, savoring the feeling, letting you adjust to his size. Then he started moving â slow, deep thrusts at first, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in with a wet, obscene sound.
âFuck⌠fuck⌠so goodâŚâ he moaned with every thrust, voice whiny and desperate. âListen to how wet you are⌠youâre creaming all over my cock already, baby. Such a messy girl.â
You moaned loudly beneath him, nails digging into his broad shoulders as pleasure overwhelmed you. âChan⌠youâre so big⌠youâre so deepâŚâ
He groaned at your words, hips snapping harder. âYeah? You like how my thick cock stretches you? Like feeling me so deep inside this pretty pussy?â
âYes⌠yes⌠harder, pleaseâŚâ
Chanâs control snapped. He grabbed your thighs, pushing them back toward your chest and started fucking you with raw, intense hunger. His hips slammed against yours, burying his cock to the hilt with every powerful thrust. The sound of skin slapping skin grew louder, wetter, filthier.
âAhhâ fuck! Yes⌠take it, baby,â he moaned loudly, voice breaking with every deep stroke. âYour pussy is sucking me in so greedily⌠so fucking tight⌠Iâm losing my mind⌠nnghh!â
You cried out in pleasure, moaning his name shamelessly as he railed you. Chanâs moans were constant and shameless â deep, whiny, almost sobbing with how good it felt.
âShit⌠shit⌠you feel too good⌠Iâm gonna cum so fast if you keep squeezing me like that,â he whimpered, sweat dripping down his chest as he pounded into you harder. âThis pussy is perfect⌠so wet⌠so hot⌠I wanna live inside you, fuckâŚâ
He leaned down, pressing his chest against yours, mouth latching onto your neck as he fucked you even deeper. His hips moved in a brutal rhythm, slamming into you with force that made the bed creak loudly.
âOh god⌠Chan⌠itâs so deep⌠youâre hitting so goodâŚâ you moaned, legs shaking around him.
âYeah? Right here?â He angled his hips and started hitting that perfect spot inside you with every thrust. âHere? You like when I fuck you right there, baby?â
âYes! Yesâ fuck, donât stop!â you cried out, back arching violently.
Chan let out a string of broken, whiny moans right in your ear, completely lost in pleasure.
âAhh⌠ahh⌠fuck, baby⌠your pussy is creaming so much⌠I can feel it dripping down my balls⌠youâre so fucking wet for me⌠so nasty⌠so perfectâŚâ
He fucked you harder, faster, gripping your hips tightly as leverage while slamming into you without mercy. The wet, squelching sounds of his thick cock destroying your pussy were obscene.
âNnghh⌠shit⌠Iâm so deep⌠can you feel me in your stomach, baby?â he groaned, voice trembling. âThis cock is yours tonight⌠gonna fuck this tight little cunt until you canât walk straight⌠ahh, fuck!â
Your moans mixed with his â loud, desperate, and filthy. Every powerful thrust made your tits bounce, made you see stars, made you clench harder around his thick length.
Chanâs moans were getting louder, more pathetic, more addictive.
âFuuuuck⌠youâre gonna make me cum⌠this pussy is too good⌠too fucking tight⌠Iâm addicted already⌠gonna fuck you all night⌠gonna fill you upâŚâ
He kept pounding into you relentlessly, sweat-slicked bodies sliding together, mouths occasionally meeting in sloppy, desperate kisses as he railed you deep and hard.
Chan didnât slow down even for a second.
He kept pounding into you from behind with deep, brutal thrusts, his thick cock stretching your cum-filled pussy over and over. The sound of his hips slapping against your ass was loud and filthy, mixed with the wet squelching of your soaked cunt taking every inch.
âFuckâ fuckâ fuckââ Chan moaned loudly, voice whiny and desperate as he yanked your hair harder, forcing your head back. âThis pussy is so fucking good⌠still so tight even after I filled you up⌠ahh, shit!â
He spanked your ass hard, the sharp crack echoing through the room. Then again. And again. Each slap made you clench around him, pulling another broken moan from his throat.
âNnghhâ yes! Squeeze my cock just like that,â he whimpered, hips snapping faster. âYouâre such a dirty little whore⌠taking my cum and still begging for more⌠fuck, I love this pussy.â
You were moaning uncontrollably, face pressed into the sheets, ass up high as he destroyed you. Every powerful thrust made your body jolt forward, your tits bouncing underneath you.
âChanâ oh my godâ itâs so deep!â you cried out, voice hoarse.
âYeah? You feel me in your stomach, baby?â he growled, pulling your hair tighter while railing you mercilessly. âYou feel how deep Iâm fucking you? This cock is ruining this tight little cunt.â
He spanked you again, harder this time, then grabbed both cheeks and spread them wide so he could watch his thick cock disappearing inside you. The sight made him moan loudly, almost pathetically.
âFuuuuck⌠look at that⌠your pussy is creaming so much⌠white all over my cock⌠so fucking nasty,â he whimpered, voice trembling with pleasure. âIâm gonna fuck you until youâre leaking my cum for days.â
Chan suddenly changed the angle, leaning forward and pressing your upper body down into the mattress while keeping your ass up. He started fucking you even harder, short and brutal thrusts that hit your g-spot perfectly.
âAhhâ ahhâ fuck! Right thereâ donât stop!â you screamed, gripping the sheets tightly.
âIâm not stopping,â he moaned right next to your ear, sweat dripping from his chest onto your back. âIâm gonna fuck this pussy until you canât take anymore⌠until youâre shaking and crying on my cock.â
His moans were getting louder, whinier, more desperate. Every thrust came with a broken sound â deep, needy, and shameless.
âNnghhâ shit⌠your cunt is squeezing me so hard⌠I can feel my cum inside you⌠so warm⌠so fucking messy,â he whimpered, spanking your ass again. âYouâre my cumdump tonight, baby. My dirty little cumslut.â
He reached around and rubbed your swollen clit with fast, rough circles while continuing to pound into you. Your moans turned into loud, broken screams as another orgasm built rapidly inside you.
âChanâ Iâm gonna cum againâ pleaseâ Iâm so close!â you cried out.
âCum for meâ cum on my cock like the slut you are,â he demanded, voice shaking. âI want to feel you throbbing⌠wanna feel this pussy milking me while I fuck you stupid⌠ahh, fuckâ cum right now!â
You shattered hard, screaming his name as your third orgasm ripped through you. Your walls clenched violently around his cock, gushing around him as your whole body shook.
Chan moaned loudly, almost sobbing in pleasure as he felt you cum.
âFuuuuckâ yes! Just like that⌠squeezing me so fucking tight⌠good girlâ such a good fucking girl,â he whimpered, still thrusting through your orgasm, prolonging it.
He didnât stop.
Even as you trembled and gasped, he kept fucking you through it, hips slamming against your ass with wet, filthy sounds. His moans were constant and broken.
âAhh⌠ahh⌠I canât stop⌠your pussy feels too good⌠Iâm gonna cum again⌠gonna fill you up even more,â he whined, voice high and desperate.
He grabbed your hips with both hands and started railing you with savage intensity â fast, deep, and animalistic. The bed creaked violently under the force of his thrusts.
âTake itâ take my fucking cockâ take another load, baby,â he moaned, voice cracking. âIâm so close⌠your cunt is milking me⌠fuckâ Iâm cummingâ Iâm cumming!â
With a loud, broken, whiny moan, Chan buried himself as deep as possible and came hard inside you again. His cock throbbed violently, pumping thick ropes of hot cum deep into your already full pussy. He kept thrusting through his orgasm, whimpering and moaning pathetically as he emptied himself.
âFuuuuckâ take it all⌠take every drop⌠such a good cumslut⌠ahhh, shit!â
He stayed buried deep inside you for a long moment, both of you breathing heavily, bodies slick with sweat. His cock twitched inside your overflowing pussy, cum already leaking out around him.
But Chan wasnât done.
He slowly pulled out, watching with dark eyes as his cum dripped from your abused hole. Then he flipped you onto your back again, spreading your legs wide.
âWeâre not finished yet, baby,â he growled, voice hoarse but still hungry. âIâm nowhere near done with this pussy tonight.â
Chan was still breathing heavily, his cock buried deep inside you, cum leaking out around his thickness. But instead of pulling out and stopping, he wrapped his arms around you and rolled over, switching positions so he was lying on his back with you on top of him.
You were exhausted, legs shaking, body limp from the multiple orgasms, but Chan clearly wasnât done.
âRide me,â he demanded, voice low and husky, gripping your hips tightly. âI want to watch you bounce on my cock. Come on, baby⌠show me how much you want it.â
Even tired, the way he looked at you â eyes dark, lips parted, chest heaving â made heat flood through your body again. You placed your hands on his muscular chest for balance and slowly lifted your hips, feeling his thick cock slide almost all the way out before sinking back down.
Both of you moaned loudly at the same time.
âFuuuuckâŚâ Chan groaned, head falling back against the pillow, eyes rolling. âThatâs it⌠just like that. Ride my cock, baby. Use me.â
You started moving, rolling your hips before bouncing slowly on his thick length. Every time you sank down, his cock stretched you open again, pushing his cum even deeper inside you. The wet, filthy sound of your soaked pussy taking him was loud in the room.
Chanâs hands gripped your ass tightly, fingers digging into your skin as he watched you with pure lust.
âShitâ look at you,â he moaned, voice whiny and desperate. âBouncing on my cock like a good little slut⌠your tits look so fucking perfect like this. Keep going, baby. Ride me harder.â
You picked up the pace, bouncing faster, taking him deeper with every movement. Chanâs moans grew louder, more broken, more pathetic. His fingers dug harder into your hips, helping you move up and down on his cock.
âAhhâ fuck! Yes, baby⌠just like that,â he whimpered, eyes fixed on where your pussy swallowed his thick cock over and over. âYouâre so fucking wet⌠I can hear how messy you are. My cum is dripping out of you while you ride me⌠such a nasty, perfect girl.â
You moaned loudly, throwing your head back as you rode him with more intensity. The angle made his cock hit deep inside you, rubbing against all the right spots. Chanâs hands moved up to squeeze your bouncing tits, pinching your nipples hard as he thrust up to meet your movements.
âChanâ oh my god⌠youâre so deepâŚâ you moaned, riding him faster.
âYeah? You feel me stretching this cum-filled pussy?â he groaned, voice trembling. âBounce harder, baby. Fuck yourself on my cock. Use me like your personal toy.â
You obeyed, bouncing aggressively on him. The sound of your ass slapping against his thighs mixed with both of your loud moans. Chan was losing control again â moaning shamelessly, whiny and desperate, hips bucking up to fuck you from below.
âFuuuuckâ your pussy is creaming so much⌠look at the mess on my cock,â he whimpered, eyes glued to the white ring forming around the base of his shaft. âYouâre so fucking tight⌠so warm⌠I canât get enough of this cunt.â
He suddenly sat up, wrapping one arm around your waist while the other tangled in your hair. Face to face now, he kissed you messily, tongues sliding together as you kept riding him hard. His moans vibrated into your mouth.
âMmmphâ ride me just like that,â he groaned against your lips. âBounce on this cock, baby. Milk me. Take everything.â
You rode him with everything you had left, hips moving fast and deep. Chanâs grip on your hair tightened as he started thrusting up harder, meeting every bounce with powerful strokes.
âAhhâ fuck! Chanâ Iâm gonna cum again!â you cried out, nails digging into his shoulders.
âCumâ cum all over my cock,â he moaned, voice breaking. âI want to feel you squeezing me while you ride me⌠be a good girl and cum for me, babyâ ahhh, shit!â
Your orgasm hit you hard while you were still bouncing on him. You screamed his name, walls clenching violently around his thick cock as you trembled on top of him. Chan moaned loudly, almost sobbing in pleasure as he felt you cum.
âFuuuuckâ yes! Squeeze me just like that⌠good girl⌠such a good fucking girl,â he whimpered, still thrusting up into you through your orgasm.
He didnât let you stop riding. Even as you shook and gasped, he kept guiding your hips, fucking up into you with desperate, needy thrusts.
âIâm close again⌠your pussy is too good⌠gonna fill you up one more time,â he moaned, voice high and whiny. âKeep riding me, babyâ donât stop⌠milk my cock⌠take my cum deep inside youâŚâ
You kept bouncing on him, tired but eager, until Chan buried his face in your neck and came hard with a long, broken moan, pumping even more cum deep into your already overflowing pussy.
Both of you were exhausted, bodies covered in sweat, breathing heavy and uneven. Chanâs cock was still buried deep inside you, slowly softening, but he didnât pull out. He stayed there, holding you close, placing soft, lazy kisses along your collarbone and neck while you both tried to catch your breath.
After a long moment, he lifted his head and looked at you, eyes still dark but gentler now. His hair was messy, lips swollen, face flushed.
ââŚYou okay?â he asked softly, voice hoarse. âWe can stop if youâre too tired, baby. I know Iâve been rough.â
You were tired â legs shaking, body sore in the best way â but you didnât want it to end yet. You shook your head, biting your lip as you looked up at him.
âI still want you,â you whispered, voice small and whiny. âJust⌠slower now. Please?â
Chanâs eyes softened. He gave you a small, tired smile and nodded.
âYeah⌠I want you too.â
He gently pulled out of you, making you both moan softly at the feeling. Then he carefully laid you on your back and positioned himself between your spread legs. This time there was no rush. He hovered over you, supporting his weight on his forearms, and looked down at your face with heavy-lidded eyes.
He leaned down and kissed you slowly, deeply, tongues sliding together in a lazy, sensual dance. The kiss was full of need, but softer now â almost tender. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as you whimpered into his mouth.
Chan reached down, lined himself up, and slowly pushed back inside you. Both of you moaned softly against each otherâs lips as he sank in deep.
âFuck⌠still so warm,â he breathed, forehead pressed against yours. âYou feel so good, baby.â
He started moving â slow, deep rolls of his hips, grinding into you instead of pounding. Every thrust was deliberate, letting you feel every inch of him. You moaned whiny and soft, legs wrapping around his waist, heels digging into his lower back.
âChanâŚâ you whimpered against his lips, voice needy and sweet. âFeels so good⌠donât stopâŚâ
âI wonât,â he murmured, kissing you again, slower this time. His tongue explored your mouth as he rocked into you gently, hips pressing deep and staying there for a moment before pulling back and doing it again.
He kissed your jaw, your cheek, the corner of your mouth, then back to your lips â never stopping the slow, sensual rhythm of his hips. You were being so whiny, moaning softly every time he bottomed out, fingers tangled in his hair.
âMore kissesâŚâ you pleaded quietly, almost pouting.
Chan smiled against your mouth and gave you exactly what you wanted. He kissed you deeply, passionately, but gently â long, slow kisses that made your heart race even as your body melted under him. He kissed you like he couldnât get enough of your taste, like he wanted to memorize the feeling of your lips.
âYouâre so fucking pretty when you moan like that,â he whispered between kisses, still rolling his hips in that perfect, deep rhythm. âSo soft⌠so whiny for me⌠I love hearing you.â
You whimpered loudly, pulling him even closer as you kissed him again, tongues sliding together messily. Chan groaned softly into your mouth, one hand gently cupping your face while the other held your thigh, keeping you spread open for him.
Every thrust was slow and sensual. He wasnât fucking you anymore â he was making love to you. Deep, grinding strokes that made you feel full and claimed. You kept moaning softly, whiny and needy, every sound muffled by his constant kisses.
âChan⌠it feels so goodâŚâ you whimpered against his lips, eyes half-closed in pleasure.
âI know, baby⌠I know,â he breathed, kissing you again, deeper this time. âYou feel perfect around me. So warm⌠so wet⌠I could stay inside you forever like this.â
He kept kissing you nonstop â your lips, your neck, your jaw, back to your lips again. Soft, wet, lingering kisses mixed with slow, deep thrusts. Your bodies moved together in a gentle rhythm, skin sliding against skin, both of you sweaty and tired but completely lost in each other.
You were so whiny, moaning sweetly every time he rolled his hips, fingers clutching his back, legs wrapped tightly around him.
âKiss me moreâŚâ you begged softly, voice trembling.
Chan obliged immediately, capturing your lips in another long, slow kiss, tongue gently playing with yours as he continued those deep, sensual thrusts. The pleasure was different now â warmer, heavier, more intimate.
He stayed like that for a long time â slow, deep, and constant â kissing you like he never wanted to stop, fucking you gently while you whimpered and moaned beneath him, completely wrapped up in each other.
Chan kept that slow, deep rhythm, rolling his hips in a sensual grind as he stayed buried inside you. His forehead rested against yours, breaths mingling, lips brushing every few seconds in soft, lazy kisses. The room was quiet except for the wet sound of his cock slowly moving in and out of your cum-filled pussy and the soft, needy whimpers leaving your lips.
âYou feel so goodâŚâ you whined quietly, legs wrapped tightly around his waist, pulling him deeper. âSo deep⌠Chan, please donât stopâŚâ
âI wonât, baby,â he murmured against your mouth, kissing you again â slow and wet. âIâm not stopping until we both cum again.â
He kissed you deeper this time, tongue sliding against yours as his hips moved in long, deliberate strokes. Every time he bottomed out, he stayed there for a second, grinding his pelvis against your clit before pulling back and doing it all over again. The pleasure was thick, heavy, and overwhelming in the best way.
Your moans were soft and whiny, almost pathetic, every time he filled you completely. You kept kissing him desperately, fingers tangled in his messy hair, legs shaking around him.
Chanâs breathing was getting heavier. His kisses became more urgent, more messy. You could feel his cock throbbing inside you, still so hard even after cumming twice already.
âFuck⌠youâre squeezing me again,â he groaned softly, voice hoarse. âSo tight⌠so warm⌠I can feel my cum inside you every time I move.â
He kissed you harder, one hand gently holding the side of your face while the other slid down to grip your thigh, pulling it higher around his waist. His thrusts started getting a little faster, a little deeper, but still sensual.
You whimpered into his mouth, nails gently scratching his back.
âChan⌠Iâm getting close againâŚâ you moaned softly, voice trembling.
âYeah?â he breathed, kissing you between words. âMe too, baby. You feel too fucking good⌠I donât wanna stop.â
He started moving with more purpose, still deep but picking up a steady pace. His moans were getting louder, whinier, right against your lips.
âAhh⌠fuck, baby⌠your pussy is creaming so much around me,â he whimpered, voice breaking. âSo wet⌠so fucking warm⌠I can feel everything.â
You kissed him desperately, moaning into his mouth as the pleasure built higher. Chanâs hips snapped a little harder, his cock hitting that perfect spot with every thrust now.
âKiss meâ please kiss me,â you whined.
Chan immediately obeyed, capturing your lips in a deep, sloppy kiss, tongues sliding together messily as he fucked you harder. His moans were constant now, needy and broken.
âMmmphâ fuck⌠Iâm getting so close,â he groaned against your lips, voice trembling. âYour pussy is squeezing me so tight⌠gonna make me cum again⌠ahh, shitâ you feel so good, baby.â
He buried his face in your neck, sucking on your skin while his hips moved faster, pounding into you with deep, desperate strokes. His moans were right in your ear now â loud, whiny, and completely shameless.
âFuuuuck⌠Iâm so close⌠so fucking close,â he whimpered, voice cracking. âYour pussy is too perfect⌠gonna fill you up again⌠gonna cum so deep inside youâŚâ
You were moaning loudly now, legs shaking violently around him as your orgasm approached.
âChanâ Iâm gonna cum⌠Iâm gonna cum!â you cried out, clinging to him.
âCum with me, babyâ cum on my cock,â he moaned desperately, thrusting harder. âIâm right there⌠fuckâ Iâm cummingâ Iâm cumming!â
Chanâs hips stuttered as he buried himself as deep as possible. His whole body tensed and he let out a long, broken, whiny moan right next to your ear as he started cumming hard.
âFuuuuckâ ahhh! Iâm cumming⌠Iâm cumming so muchâ take it, baby⌠take all my cum!â he cried out, voice trembling and high.
You came at the same time, screaming his name as your pussy clenched violently around him, milking every drop. Chan kept moaning loudly, almost sobbing with pleasure as he pumped rope after rope of hot cum deep inside you.
âAhh⌠ahh⌠fuck⌠so good⌠youâre milking me so wellâŚâ he whimpered, still thrusting slowly through both of your orgasms, drawing them out as long as possible.
He kept kissing you through it â messy, tired kisses, tongues lazily sliding together while he emptied himself completely inside you. His body trembled on top of yours, sweat dripping from his forehead onto your skin.
When it finally slowed down, Chan collapsed on top of you, face buried in your neck, breathing heavily. His cock was still twitching inside your overflowing pussy, cum leaking out around him with every small movement.
Both of you stayed like that for a long time â sweaty, exhausted, and completely satisfied â trading soft, lazy kisses while trying to catch your breath.
Chan pressed one last gentle kiss to your lips and whispered against them:
ââŚStay the night with me.â
Chan stayed buried deep inside you for a long moment, both of you breathing heavily, bodies slick with sweat and trembling. His face was hidden in the crook of your neck, lips pressing lazy, tired kisses against your skin while his cock gave one last weak twitch inside you.
Finally, he let out a long, satisfied sigh and slowly pulled out. A thick stream of his cum leaked from your abused pussy, dripping onto the sheets. You whimpered softly at the feeling, too tired to even move.
Chan rolled onto his side and pulled you against his chest, wrapping his strong arms around you. One hand gently stroked your back while the other brushed damp hair away from your face.
âYou okay?â he asked softly, voice hoarse and raspy from all the moaning. He kissed your forehead, then your temple. âI wasnât too rough, was I?â
You stayed quiet for a few seconds, staring at the ceiling with wide eyes as reality slowly started hitting you.
ââŚI just let a famous race car driver fuck me senseless in his penthouse,â you whispered, almost to yourself. âMultiple times. And I rode him. And begged. And let him cum inside me⌠twice.â
Chan let out a tired but amused laugh, his chest vibrating against you.
âYeah⌠you did,â he said, clearly trying not to laugh harder. âAnd you were very enthusiastic about it, might I add.â
You covered your face with both hands, mortified but also laughing weakly.
âOh my god⌠what the hell did I do? I donât even do this kind of thing. Iâm not⌠Iâm not the âgo home with a stranger and get railed for hoursâ type of girl. Mina is going to kill me when I tell her. Or sheâs going to ask for details. Probably both.â
Chan chuckled and gently pulled your hands away from your face, looking at you with a lazy, satisfied smile.
âHey, you were incredible,â he said, kissing the tip of your nose. âAnd for the record⌠I donât usually bring girls back here either. So weâre both a little crazy tonight.â
You groaned, burying your face in his chest, cheeks burning.
âI canât feel my legs properly. I think you broke me.â
âGood,â he teased, kissing the top of your head. âMeans I did my job right.â
After a few more minutes of quiet cuddling and soft kisses, Chan sat up slowly.
âCome on. Letâs take a shower. Youâre covered in sweat and cum⌠and I probably am too.â
He stood up first, completely naked and still looking unfairly hot even after everything. Then he leaned down and scooped you up like you weighed nothing. You let out a surprised squeak, instinctively wrapping your arms around his neck.
âChan! I can walk!â you protested, even though your legs were shaking.
âBarely,â he replied with a smirk, carrying you toward the bathroom. âLet me be nice for five minutes.â
The bathroom was just as luxurious as the rest of the apartment â huge rainfall shower, marble everywhere, and soft warm lighting. Chan turned on the water, waited for it to get hot, and then stepped in with you still in his arms.
He set you down carefully, but kept an arm around your waist to support you. The hot water felt like heaven on your sore body. Chan grabbed a soft sponge and gently washed you â your chest, your stomach, between your legs with surprising care. He was quiet now, focused, pressing occasional soft kisses to your shoulder.
âYouâre being suspiciously sweet after railing me like that,â you mumbled, half-joking, half-suspicious.
Chan laughed softly, turning you around so he could wash your back.
âI can be sweet. Sometimes,â he said, kissing the back of your neck. âEspecially after making you scream my name for two hours straight.â
You groaned again, embarrassed, and leaned back against his chest. He wrapped his arms around you from behind, holding you under the warm water.
After the shower, Chan gave you one of his oversized soft t-shirts to wear. It reached mid-thigh on you and smelled like him. He carried you back to the bed (despite your weak protests) and pulled the clean sheets over both of you.
You were beyond exhausted. Your body felt heavy, legs sore, mind fuzzy. Chan pulled you into his arms again, your head resting on his chest, one of his hands gently stroking your hair.
âStay the night,â he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead. âDonât even think about leaving. You can barely stand.â
You wanted to argue, but you were already drifting off. The last thing you felt was Chanâs warm body against yours, his fingers still gently playing with your hair, and the soft sound of his heartbeat under your cheek.
ââŚOkay,â you mumbled sleepily, already half gone. âJust⌠donât tell anyone I acted like a complete whore tonight.â
Chan chuckled quietly, hugging you tighter.
âYour secretâs safe with me.â
Within seconds, you were fast asleep in Bang Chanâs arms, in his massive bed, in his luxurious penthouse.
And for the first time in a long time⌠you felt completely at peace
You woke up slowly, the soft morning light filtering through familiar curtains. Your body felt heavy, sore in places you didnât even know could get sore. You blinked a few times, staring at the ceiling, trying to make sense of your surroundings.
This was⌠your room.
Your apartment. Your bed. Your messy desk in the corner with the half-dead plant you always forgot to water.
ââŚWhat the hell?â you mumbled, sitting up with a groan. Your thighs ached. Your neck had a few suspicious marks. And between your legs⌠well, you definitely felt what had happened last night.
You looked down. You were wearing an oversized black t-shirt that definitely wasnât yours. It smelled like expensive cologne and Chan.
Before you could process anything, your bedroom door burst open.
âGOOD MORNING, MISS âI donât go home with famous guysâ!â Mina sang loudly, walking in with two cups of coffee like she owned the place. She was already fully dressed, makeup on, looking far too energetic for someone who had been at the same party.
You stared at her, brain still buffering.
âMinaâŚ? Howâ when did I get home?â
Mina grinned like a shark that had just smelled blood. She sat on the edge of your bed and handed you one of the coffees.
âChan brought you home around 7 AM. You were dead asleep in his arms like a little princess. He carried you from the car all the way to your bed. Very romantic, by the way. I almost took pictures but I was being respectful.â
You blinked slowly, trying to connect the dots.
âI⌠donât remember that at all.â
âYeah, because you were completely knocked out,â Mina laughed. âHe knocked on the door, holding you like a bride, and asked if he could put you in bed. I obviously said yes. Then he tucked you in, kissed your forehead, and told me to text him when you woke up. Very smooth. Very hot. 10/10.â
You pulled the blanket over your head, groaning loudly.
âOh my god. I canât believe I let him bring me home. I was supposed to call an Uber or something. I wasnât planning on⌠staying the night.â
Mina yanked the blanket down, eyes sparkling with pure evil delight.
âGirl. You disappeared with Bang Chan for hours. You came back wearing his shirt, covered in hickeys, and walking like you rode a mechanical bull for six rounds. Donât even try to play shy now. Spill. How was it? Was he big? Did he eat it good? Was he rough? I need details, bestie. I stayed up waiting for this.â
You buried your face in your hands, cheeks burning.
âMina, Iâ we⌠yeah. A lot. Multiple times. He was⌠very enthusiastic. And vocal. Like, really vocal. Whiny. Moaning a lot. And he has stamina from hell. I lost count after the third round.â
Mina screamed dramatically and shook your shoulders.
âI knew it! I fucking knew it! The way he was eye-fucking you at the table? I told you! And he brought you home? Thatâs boyfriend behavior. Pilots donât usually do that.â
You peeked through your fingers, still mortified.
âI woke up thinking I was still in his penthouse⌠and now Iâm here. I donât even remember leaving his bed. I just remember⌠being really tired and him kissing my hair.â
Mina fake-swooned, hand on her chest.
âHe kissed your hair? Iâm gonna cry. Thatâs so cute. So heâs a gentleman after rearranging your guts? I respect it.â
You threw a pillow at her, laughing despite your embarrassment.
âStop! I feel like I got hit by a truck. My legs are dead. I think I have bruises on my ass. He spanked me. A lot.â
Minaâs eyes widened with pure joy.
âYes! King behavior! Did he pull your hair too? Choke you? Tell me heâs a freak, I need this.â
You nodded, hiding your face again.
âHeâs⌠very freaky. But also sweet after. He showered with me, gave me his shirt, carried me to bed⌠I donât know what to think. I literally went from âIâm not that kind of girlâ to âlet me ride you while you fill me upâ in one night.â
Mina cackled, almost spilling her coffee.
âWelcome to the club, bestie. One night with Bang Chan and youâre walking funny. Iâm so proud of you. My little slut is all grown up.â
You groaned again, but you were smiling.
âIâm never drinking again. Or going to parties. Or looking at Ferraris. Or handsome pilots. This was a mistake.â
Mina raised an eyebrow.
âSo⌠are you gonna text him?â
You paused.
ââŚMaybe. He told you to let him know when I woke up.â
Mina grinned mischievously and pulled out her phone.
âAlready did. I sent him a picture of you sleeping with his shirt on. Caption: âYour girl is alive. Barely.ââ
You screamed and lunged for her phone.
âMina!â
She laughed loudly, holding the phone away from you.
âRelax! He replied with a heart emoji and said heâll call you later. See? Heâs whipped already.â
You fell back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling, equal parts horrified and giddy.
âI canât believe I had sex with Bang Chan⌠multiple times⌠and now he wants to call me.â
Mina lay down next to you, bumping your shoulder.
âBest night of your life, right?â
You were quiet for a second, then smiled shyly.
ââŚYeah. It really was.â
Mina squealed and hugged you sideways.
âThatâs my girl! Now tell me everything. Start from when you left the party. I want the uncensored version.â
You were still lying in bed, laughing with Mina as you told her (with heavy censorship) some details from the night before. After a few minutes, you decided you really needed to change clothes. Your body was deliciously sore, but you couldnât stand wearing just Chanâs huge shirt anymore.
âWait, Iâm gonna change real quick,â you said, getting up slowly with a groan.
Mina dramatically threw herself onto your bed and took a sip of her coffee.
âGo ahead, take it all off. Iâve seen you naked plenty of times. No shame, you little slut.â
You rolled your eyes and pulled the oversized shirt over your head, leaving you in just your panties. Thatâs when it happened.
You looked down at your body to check the damage Chan had left⌠and froze.
Right in the center of your chest, between your breasts, was his signature in bold black permanent marker â big, stylish, exactly like the autographs he usually gives. And written right underneath it in clear capital letters:
âPROPERTY OF BANG CHAN"
You blinked. Once. Twice.
ââŚNo.â
Mina, who had been scrolling on her phone, looked up.
âWhatâs wrong?â
You pointed at your own chest in pure shock.
Minaâs eyes widened. She slowly sat up on the bed and let out the loudest scream youâd ever heard in your life.
âHOLY FUUUUUUUUCK!!!â
She jumped up and got closer, almost spilling her coffee, staring at your breasts like they were the most ridiculous masterpiece sheâd ever seen.
âHe signed them?! He literally signed your tits?! And wrote âPROPERTY OF BANG CHANâ?! Girl, this isnât fanfiction anymore, this is straight-up 2000s porn plot shit!â
You stood there, mouth open, still staring down at your chest.
âI⌠I canât believe he did this. When the hell did he evenâŚ?â
âProbably while you were passed out from all the orgasms,â Mina said with zero filter, still staring. âJesus Christ, look at his handwriting. Itâs actually pretty. The man has style even when marking his territory.â
You covered your face with both hands, mortified but also laughing nervously.
âIâm going to kill him. I swear to God Iâm going to kill him. How am I supposed to remove this? Itâs permanent marker! Mina, I have a meeting tomorrow!â
Mina burst out laughing, holding her stomach.
âImagine you in a serious meeting, open your blazer and there it is â âProperty of Bang Chanâ written across your tits. Best presentation of your life.â
âStop laughing! This isnât funny!â you complained, but you were already laughing with her, half-hysterical.
âItâs extremely funny! The man fucked you until your brain melted and still had time to autograph you like you were one of his posters. This is peak degeneracy. He treated you like an official trophy.â
You looked down at your chest again and sighed, gently running your fingers over the signature.
ââŚHis handwriting is kind of nice, though.â
Mina threw a pillow at your face.
âDonât you dare start thinking itâs cute! He literally branded you like cattle! Next step is a collar with his name on it.â
You laughed, shaking your head as you walked to the mirror to see it better.
âI still canât believe I let him do this. I donât even remember him grabbing a pen. I must have blacked out hard.â
âYou blacked out so hard that he managed to bring you home, put you in bed, and you still didnât wake up,â Mina said, standing behind you and looking at your reflection in the mirror. âBut honestly⌠it looks kinda aesthetic. If you two ever break up, you could sell your tits as official Bang Chan memorabilia. Youâd make a fortune.â
You turned to her, pretending to be shocked.
âYou are a horrible person.â
âAnd youâre the girl who woke up with a famous pilotâs signature on her boobs. Weâre perfect for each other.â
You shook your head, still laughing, and started looking for clothes that could hide the âartworkâ as much as possible.
Just then, your phone vibrated on the nightstand.
It was a message from Chan.
Chan:
Good morning, beautiful. How are you feeling? Did you see my little gift yet? đ
You showed the screen to Mina.
She screamed again.
âHeâs even worse than I thought. Reply right now. Tell him youâre getting it tattooed permanently.â
You threw the phone onto the bed, laughing and dying of embarrassment at the same time.
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The night was hot, humid, and thick â the kind of Carioca summer evening where the air clung to your skin and every breath felt heavier. The Uber wound its way up the sinuous roads of Morro do Corcovado, headlights cutting through the dark vegetation as the city sprawled below like an endless sea of golden and white lights. Christ the Redeemer stood illuminated at the top, watching silently over everything. You stared out the window, heart beating faster than it should, a knot of anxiety tightening in your stomach.
You really didnât want to be here.
âIâm serious, Mina. If I feel too out of place, Iâm calling an Uber and going home. Even if it costs me my entire monthâs salary,â you muttered, tugging at the hem of your dark red dress for the tenth time. The fabric was elegant and fitted, hugging your waist, hips, and neckline tastefully, but you knew it was nowhere near extravagant enough for a place like this.
Mina, sitting beside you, threw her head back and laughed loudly â that bright, unfiltered laugh that always turned heads. Her short black dress was daring, with a plunging neckline and a high slit that showed off her legs. Her makeup was flawless: sharp cat-eye liner, bold red lips, wavy brown hair tousled just right. She looked like she belonged in this world.
âOh, come on, stop being so dramatic!â she teased, nudging your arm. âYou look absolutely stunning in that red dress. Like a ripe cherry ready to be noticed. Relax your shoulders, breathe. Itâs just a private party. Thereâll be race car drivers, actors, singers, businessmen, models⌠the full luxury package. I got the invite through a contact who organizes high-end events. We deserve a taste of this glamorous life for once. Stop making that face and enjoy it!â
You sighed deeply, pressing your forehead against the cool window. Your world was completely different: a small apartment in MĂŠier, remote marketing work, tight deadlines, iced coffee, and quiet nights with series. Not mansions with valet parking, armed security, and people who regularly appeared on magazine covers or drove cars worth more than apartments.
The Uber stopped in front of a massive dark iron gate flanked by well-kept walls covered in greenery. Two serious-looking security guards checked Minaâs QR code carefully, scanned the inside of the car with flashlights, and finally let you through.
The illuminated stone driveway curved between palm trees and modern sculptures before revealing the mansion â a striking contemporary building with clean lines, floor-to-ceiling glass, exposed concrete, brushed steel, and rich wood. An infinity pool on the side seemed to spill straight into the city lights and the bay below. The music reached you muffled but insistent: sensual R&B blended with deep electronic beats that you could feel in your chest.
The moment you stepped inside the main hall, the impact hit you hard.
The space was enormous. Double-height ceilings, massive crystal chandeliers slowly turning and casting purple, gold, and soft red reflections. Entire walls of glass offered a breathtaking panoramic view of Rio at night â from Sugarloaf Mountain to Christ the Redeemer and the illuminated coastline. The air conditioning was refreshingly cool against the humid heat outside, but the scent was intoxicating: aged whiskey, fine Cuban cigars, expensive colognes, gourmet appetizers, and a faint hint of sea breeze drifting in from the open terraces.
You felt like an intruder the second your heels touched the black marble floor.
Mina, of course, walked in like she owned the place. Within five minutes she had greeted a famous lingerie model, laughed with a well-known soap opera actor, and secured two sophisticated drinks at the polished black marble bar â a perfectly balanced cosmopolitan for you and a vibrant blue cocktail for herself.
âDrink slowly, but drink. Loosen up those tense shoulders. You look like youâre about to take a college entrance exam,â Mina teased, elbowing you lightly while scanning the room. âSee that guy in the white shirt over there? European football player. Filthy rich. And that blonde in the gold dress? She travels by private jet. Letâs mingle a bit.â
Mina was unstoppable. She was your complete opposite: extremely outgoing, zero filter, naturally funny in a way that disarmed everyone. As you moved through the crowd, she effortlessly struck up conversations â complimenting dresses, cracking light jokes, exchanging numbers like it was nothing. At one point she disappeared for nearly twenty-five minutes with a quick âJust saying hi to someone, donât disappear!â leaving you standing near the bar, stirring your drink and trying not to look awkward or lost.
You felt eyes on you. Some curious, some appraising, some interested. A woman in a gold dress looked you up and down. An older man in an expensive suit smiled and raised his glass, but you quickly looked away, cheeks warming.
When Mina finally returned, her eyes were sparkling with excitement, practically bouncing in her heels.
âGirl, you are NOT going to believe what I pulled off! Come with me right now!â
âMina, wait⌠Iâm fine here at the barââ
It was useless. She grabbed your wrist and pulled you through the crowded room, weaving between dancing couples, loud laughing groups, and waiters carrying silver trays of colorful drinks and canapĂŠs. You climbed a few steps to a more elevated, semi-private area â a beautiful open terrace with an even more spectacular view of Christ the Redeemer and Guanabara Bay glittering in the distance. A large noble wood table was surrounded by comfortable beige and black leather sofas, lit by warm indirect lighting.
And there they were.
Hyunjin, the South Korean idol who split his time between Brazil and Asia and served as a global ambassador for luxury brands, reclined with his long black hair loose, laughing softly as he swirled a glass of rosĂŠ champagne. Beside him sat Changbin, a high-performance athletic trainer and former MMA fighter, his muscular build evident under a fitted black dress shirt. Minho owned an exclusive network of dance and pilates studios. Seungmin was a renowned corporate lawyer handling multimillion-dollar contracts. Felix worked as a performance engineer for racing cars. And at the center, commanding the entire space like the world was his personal playgroundâŚ
Bang Chan.
The pilot. The Australian-Korean driver dominating motorsport categories across Latin America with strong international prospects. Athletic and well-defined from intense daily training, wearing a black dress shirt with several buttons open, revealing tanned skin and a thin gold chain. Dark tailored trousers that accentuated powerful thighs. Tousled light brown hair, sharp jawline, and piercing dark eyes. He was laughing at something Felix said, his deep, slightly raspy voice carrying, but the moment Mina pulled you closer to the table, his gaze locked onto you.
And didnât let go.
âEveryone! This is my best friend I told you about!â Mina announced proudly, with zero filter. âI practically had to drag her here crying. She hates parties, hates crowds, hates all this glamour⌠but I insisted. Be nice to her, okay? Sheâs shy, sweet, and amazing.â
Hyunjin smiled warmly and elegantly.
âWelcome to the circus. Have a seat, make yourself comfortable. Champagne?â
You murmured a soft âthank youâ and sat on the edge of the sofa, the cool leather pressing against your thighs. Your heart raced. Mina threw herself into the group as if sheâd known them forever and immediately took over the scene.
She launched into a hilarious story about the time you two got lost at a rave years ago, imitating voices, making exaggerated faces, and gesturing dramatically. The whole group burst out laughing. Changbin slapped the table, Hyunjin covered his mouth with crescent-moon eyes, and even the more reserved Seungmin laughed genuinely. Mina was unbeatable at this â she could turn any situation into her own entertaining show.
Meanwhile, you stayed quieter, smiling politely and answering only when directly asked. But Bang Chan gave you no room to fade into the background.
He leaned forward, elbow resting on his thick thigh, and studied you openly. His gaze traveled slowly and deliberately: your crossed legs, hips, waist, the way the red dress outlined your chest, your neck, your lips, and finally your eyes. When they returned to your face, a slow, confident, and dangerously charming smile curved his lips.
âSo you were dragged here against your willâŚâ His voice was low and smooth, carrying that attractive Australian-Korean accent. âFeeling like an outsider in the middle of all this luxury, huh?â
You offered a small, shy smile and shrugged lightly.
âA little. Actually⌠a lot. This isnât really my kind of environment.â
âI can tell,â he replied, the corner of his mouth lifting higher. His eyes sparkled with amusement and something darker, more intense. âBut damn⌠you look incredible in that red dress. You stand out from everyone else here â in the best possible way.â
Mina, catching the comment, let out a bright laugh and pointed at him.
âOh my God, Chan! Going straight for it! Heâs like that â no brakes. If he makes you uncomfortable, tell me and Iâll throw champagne in his face.â
The group laughed. Chan chuckled along, deep and raspy, but his eyes never left you.
âWhatâs your name?â he asked directly.
You told him.
He repeated it slowly, tasting each syllable as if savoring how it might sound in other contexts.
âBeautiful. It suits you perfectly.â He took a slow sip of his amber drink, still watching you. âIâm Chan.â
âI know who you are,â you replied softly, feeling your cheeks heat up.
âDo you?â His smile widened, turning more predatory and intrigued. âAnd even knowing that, youâre treating me like any regular guy at the party. Thatâs interesting. Usually by now women are trying to sit on my lap or slipping me their numbers. You barely hold my gaze. Are you challenging me on purpose?â
You turned your face slightly and met his eyes just inches away. His cologne wrapped around you â dark wood, leather, warm spices, and a distinctly masculine note that made your stomach tighten.
âIâm not challenging anyone. Iâm just not the type to jump into anyoneâs lap just because theyâre famous.â
Chan bit his lower lip slowly, his eyes darkening with clear interest and challenge.
âGood. Because I donât want just anyone. I like the chase. I like earning it.â His voice dropped lower. âAnd you⌠look like a very tempting prize worth every dangerous turn on the track.â
The tension between you two was already thick, electric, even as the rest of the group continued laughing and chatting around you. Mina shot you a knowing, mischievous look from across the table and raised her eyebrows repeatedly as if saying, âGo for it, donât miss this.â
The night had barely begun, but you already felt like youâd entered a high-speed curve with no seatbelt.
Bang Chan didnât seem like the kind of man who gave up easily on something he wanted.
And from the hungry, possessive way he looked at you now, it was clear he wanted you.
The energy around the table had settled into a comfortable rhythm, the kind that only happened when the right mix of people clicked. Mina was the undeniable star of the moment. She had launched into yet another story â this time about the disastrous âromantic dinnerâ the two of you had attempted two years ago. The tale involved burnt garlic bread, a smoke alarm, panicked neighbors, and an eventual visit from the fire department. She told it with perfect timing, exaggerated gestures, and voices that had the entire group laughing hard.
Changbin was nearly crying, slapping the wooden table. Hyunjin covered his mouth, eyes curved into perfect crescents, while Felix kept asking for more details in his deep voice. Even Seungmin, usually the most composed, let out genuine laughs between sips of his drink. Minho watched everything with an amused smirk, occasionally adding dry commentary that made the story even funnier.
You laughed along, genuinely entertained by your best friendâs performance. But no matter how hard you tried to focus on the group, your awareness kept drifting back to the man sitting close beside you.
Bang Chan.
He lounged against the leather sofa with the relaxed confidence of someone who truly belonged in every room he entered. One arm rested along the back of the couch, fingers inches from your bare shoulder. His black shirt stretched across his broad chest and strong shoulders, the open buttons revealing just enough tanned skin and the faint gleam of his thin gold chain. He looked effortlessly powerful â the kind of man whose presence demanded attention without him needing to try.
And he was giving you all of his attention.
Not in an obvious way that would draw comments from the others. It was subtler, more dangerous. His gaze lingered on the curve of your neck when you turned to laugh at Mina. When you crossed your legs, his eyes followed the movement slowly, appreciatively. Every time you lifted your glass to your lips, he watched with quiet intensity, as if memorizing the way they pressed against the rim.
âYouâre in marketing, right?â he asked during a lull, his voice low and smooth, carrying that rich Australian-Korean accent that made every word feel intimate. âMina mentioned something about campaigns and social media. Sounds like you spend your days figuring out what makes people want things.â
You nodded, turning slightly toward him. âPretty much. I create visuals and stories that make people stop scrolling. Try to make them feel something.â
Chanâs lips curved into a slow, knowing smile. âInteresting. You seem like someone who understands desire very well.â His eyes held yours a beat longer than necessary. âEven if you donât always show it.â
The double meaning hung between you, light enough to pass as casual conversation, heavy enough to make your pulse quicken. You felt heat rise to your cheeks but refused to look away immediately.
âIâm better at reading what other people want than admitting what I want,â you replied softly, keeping your tone playful but guarded.
He chuckled quietly, the sound low and warm, sending a small shiver down your spine. âThatâs a dangerous answer,â he murmured, leaning just a fraction closer. His fingers brushed lightly against your shoulder â barely there, almost accidental â as he reached for the bottle of champagne to refill his glass. âMakes me wonder how hard Iâd have to work to find out what you really want tonight.â
Before you could respond, Mina turned back to the group with another burst of energy.
âBabe! Tell them about the client who wanted flying pigs in the campaign! It was absolute chaos!â
You jumped at the opportunity to shift focus and launched into the story, grateful for the brief escape. As you spoke, describing the ridiculous briefing and the creative teamâs meltdown, you could feel Chanâs gaze on the side of your face, tracing your profile, dropping occasionally to your lips and the neckline of your red dress. When you finished, the group laughed again, but Chan was the first to comment.
âYou tell stories well,â he said, voice smooth as velvet. âGood eye for detail. Thatâs rare.â He paused, then added with a small smirk, âIn my world, the smallest details are what separate winning from crashing at two hundred kilometers per hour. I like people who notice things⌠who pay attention.â
His arm shifted slightly on the backrest, now resting more deliberately behind you. The warmth of him was noticeable â the faint heat of his body, the clean masculine scent of his cologne (dark wood, warm spice, and something expensive). It wrapped around you like an invisible pull.
You met his eyes again. âAnd what about you? Do you always pay this much attention to⌠details?â
Chanâs smile turned sharper, more predatory, though still masked as friendly conversation. âOnly when the details are worth it.â His gaze flicked down to your mouth for a split second. âAnd youâve been very worth watching since you sat down.â
The tension crackled. You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from smiling too obviously. He was good â very good. He knew exactly how to push without being overt, how to make every innocent sentence feel loaded.
The group conversation continued around you. Mina was now debating the best nightlife spots in Leblon with Hyunjin and Felix, her laughter ringing out. Changbin and Minho were trading training stories. Seungmin listened quietly, occasionally offering dry wit.
Chan took advantage of the divided attention.
âYou know,â he said quietly, only for you, âmost women who end up at this table spend the whole night trying to impress me. Flirting hard. Laughing at everything I say. You⌠youâre doing the opposite. Youâre making me work for every smile.â He tilted his head, studying you. âItâs refreshing. And fucking attractive.â
The mild curse word, spoken low and rough, sent a spark through you. You turned to face him more directly, your knee brushing against his thigh under the table. Neither of you pulled away.
âMaybe Iâm not here to impress anyone,â you said softly, holding his gaze. âMaybe Iâm just here because Mina dragged me.â
âAnd yet,â he countered, voice dropping even lower, âyou havenât left. Even though I can tell part of you wants to run.â His fingers finally made proper contact â a slow, light trace along your shoulder, barely skimming your skin. âTell me the truth. Are you having fun yet, or are you still planning your escape route?â
You hesitated, then gave him a small, honest smile. âIâm⌠having more fun than I thought I would.â
His eyes darkened with satisfaction. âGood. Because Iâd hate for you to leave before the night gets interesting.â
Time stretched. More stories were told. More drinks were poured. Mina kept shooting you knowing glances, barely hiding her excitement. At one point, Hyunjin suggested moving to another part of the mansion or even heading to a different venue later.
Chan waited for the perfect moment, then spoke casually but clearly.
âActually,â he said, looking straight at you while addressing the group, âI was thinking about taking the Ferrari out for a drive. The view from the top of the mountain at this hour is insane. Quiet roads, city lights everywhere.â His eyes locked onto yours, intense and inviting. âIf you want a break from the noise⌠you should come with me.â
The invitation landed heavily. It sounded innocent enough â a scenic drive. But the way he looked at you made it clear this was anything but innocent. The tension between you had been building for nearly an hour in stolen glances, light touches, and layered words. This was the first real step.
You didnât answer right away. You let the silence stretch, holding his gaze, feeling your heart race. Part of you wanted to say yes immediately. Another part enjoyed making him wait.
âIâll think about it,â you finally said, a small, teasing smile playing on your lips.
Chan leaned back, but his eyes never left yours. The corner of his mouth lifted in a slow, confident smirk â the look of a man who loved the chase and was certain he would win.
âTake your time,â he murmured, voice low and promising. âIâm very patient when something â or someone â is worth waiting for.â
Mina raised an eyebrow at you across the table, barely containing her grin. The rest of the group continued chatting, seemingly unaware of the electric current running between you and Chan. But you both knew.
The night was still young, the city lights sparkled below, and the tension between you had grown into something undeniable â slow-burning, dangerous, and impossible to ignore.
You werenât sure how much longer you could keep playing hard to get.
And Chan looked like he was more than ready to turn up the heat.
The laughter around the table continued, but you needed a moment to breathe. The constant weight of Chanâs gaze, the subtle brushes of his fingers, and the electric tension had started to feel overwhelming. Your cheeks were warm, your heart was racing faster than it had any right to, and you could barely focus on the conversations anymore.
You leaned slightly toward Mina and whispered, âIâm going to the bathroom. Be right back.â
Mina nodded immediately, eyes sparkling with understanding. âIâll come with you.â
You both stood up, excusing yourselves politely. As you walked away from the table, you could feel Chanâs eyes following you the entire way â heavy, appreciative, and unmistakably hungry. You didnât dare look back.
The mansionâs bathroom area was just as luxurious as the rest of the house: marble floors, soft golden lighting, massive mirrors, and individual stalls that felt more like small private rooms. The moment the heavy door closed behind you two, Mina let out a dramatic squeal and grabbed your arms.
âOh. My. God. Girl!â she whisper-shouted, her voice echoing slightly off the marble. âDid you see the way he was looking at you? Bang Chan was practically undressing you with his eyes right there at the table! I thought he was going to pull you onto his lap in front of everyone!â
You covered your face with both hands, leaning back against the cool marble counter. Your cheeks were burning.
âMina, stop! Iâm dying of embarrassment here,â you groaned, voice muffled by your palms. âHeâs so⌠intense. Every time I move, heâs watching. Every time I speak, he has some double-meaning comment. I feel like Iâm under a spotlight. Why me? There are so many gorgeous women here tonight.â
Mina pulled your hands away from your face, forcing you to look at her. Her expression was a perfect mix of amusement and excitement.
âBecause youâre hot, babe! And youâre not throwing yourself at him like everyone else does. That man is used to women crawling all over him. You sitting there being all shy and composed? Itâs driving him crazy. I saw the way he leaned in every time you spoke. His arm was basically around you by the end. He is so into you.â
You paced a little in front of the mirror, fixing your dress even though it didnât need fixing.
âI know heâs flirting. Itâs so obvious. The way he talks⌠the touches⌠that accent. God, his voice is dangerous. I keep getting goosebumps every time he gets close. But Mina⌠this is Bang Chan. Famous pilot, rich, ridiculously hot, and probably has a different girl in every city. I feel so out of my league.â
Mina hopped up to sit on the marble counter, crossing her legs and grinning like she had just won the lottery.
âExactly! Thatâs why you should enjoy it! Itâs not every day a guy like him sets his sights on you. Most girls would kill for this kind of attention. Heâs clearly interested. Like, seriously interested. The whole table noticed. Hyunjin kept raising his eyebrows at me, and Felix was smirking the entire time. Chan was eating you up with his eyes. Iâm surprised he didnât start drooling.â
You let out a nervous laugh, shaking your head. âYouâre exaggeratingâŚâ
âIâm not! When you told that story about the flying pigs campaign, he was staring at your mouth the whole time. And when your leg brushed his under the table? I thought he was going to break his glass. Girl, the tension between you two is insane. Even I could feel it from across the table.â
You turned to the mirror, checking your reflection. Your face was flushed, eyes a little brighter than usual, lips slightly parted. The red dress suddenly felt tighter, more revealing.
âHe invited me to go for a drive with him,â you admitted quietly. âSaid the view from the top of the mountain is beautiful at this hour. Just the two of us in his Ferrari.â
Minaâs eyes widened dramatically and she let out another excited squeak.
âYes! Say yes! Go with him!â
âMina!â you laughed, half mortified. âItâs past midnight. We barely know him. What ifââ
âWhat if he fucks you senseless in the Ferrari and you have the best night of your life?â she finished boldly, grinning. âLook, Iâm not saying be reckless, but⌠live a little! This is the kind of story you tell your grandchildren someday â âYeah, I had a wild night with a famous race car driver in Rio.ââ
You covered your face again, laughing despite the embarrassment.
She softened her tone a bit, still smiling but more serious. âOkay, okay. Be safe, obviously. Share your location with me the whole time. Keep notifications on. If anything feels off, call me and Iâll come get you, no questions asked. Rio at night can be tricky, even in fancy cars. But Chan seems respectful enough, and he knows everyone here. I donât think heâd risk his reputation doing something stupid.â
You nodded, biting your lip. âHeâs just⌠so much. The way he looks at me makes me feel naked. And when he talks close to my ear⌠I swear my brain stops working.â
Mina hopped down from the counter and hugged you from behind, resting her chin on your shoulder while both of you looked at the mirror.
âThatâs the feeling you should chase tonight. You deserve to feel desired. You work so hard, youâre always so responsible⌠for once, let a hot, rich, talented man spoil you a little. Or a lot.â She winked. âAnd if you end up having sex⌠use protection, please. Iâm way too young and hot to be an aunt right now.â
You burst out laughing, pushing her playfully. âMina! Oh my God!â
âWhat? Iâm being realistic! That man looks like he knows exactly what heâs doing. Those thighs? Those hands? Yeah⌠you might not walk straight tomorrow.â
You shook your head, still laughing, but the nervousness was slowly mixing with excitement. The idea of being alone with Chan in his car, driving through the dark mountains with the city sparkling below⌠it was terrifying and thrilling at the same time.
âSo⌠you think I should go?â you asked, voice smaller now.
Mina turned you around to face her, holding your shoulders.
âYes. Go. Enjoy every second. Flirt back if you want. Let him chase you. Let him catch you if it feels right. But keep me updated. And remember: youâre a goddess. He should be the one feeling lucky.â
You took a deep breath, staring at yourself in the mirror one more time. The girl looking back seemed different â flushed, eyes bright with possibility, a little bolder.
âOkay,â you whispered. âIâll go.â
Mina squealed again and pulled you into a tight hug.
âThatâs my girl! Now fix your lipstick, take a deep breath, and go make that man lose his mind. I want all the details tomorrow â or whenever you resurface.â
You both laughed as you touched up your makeup. The conversation, the teasing, and Minaâs encouragement had eased some of the overwhelming embarrassment. Now, underneath it all, anticipation was building.
As you walked back toward the table together, Mina leaned in one last time.
âAnd remember⌠if he kisses you, make sure itâs worth the drive.â
Your heart raced faster with every step. Chan was still at the table, talking with the others, but the moment you reappeared, his eyes found yours immediately. That slow, dangerous smile returned to his lips.
He already knew.
And from the way he looked at you now â darker, more certain â he could tell your answer was going to be yes.
The walk back from the bathroom felt longer than it should have. Every step made your heart beat harder against your ribs. Mina walked beside you, still grinning like an idiot, occasionally bumping her shoulder against yours in silent encouragement. The luxurious mansion pulsed with low music, laughter, and the clink of expensive glasses, but all you could focus on was the table ahead â and the man waiting there.
The moment you reappeared in sight, Chanâs head turned. His dark eyes locked onto you instantly, as if heâd been watching the direction youâd left. A slow, satisfied smile spread across his lips. He leaned back against the sofa with that effortless dominance, one arm still draped along the backrest where youâd been sitting.
âWell, well⌠finally,â he said as soon as you were close enough, voice low and teasing, loud enough for the immediate group to hear but clearly aimed at you. âI was starting to miss you already. Thought maybe youâd escaped through the window to avoid me.â
The table chuckled. Hyunjin raised an eyebrow, amused. Felix smirked into his drink.
You sat back down, closer to him this time, the leather warm from where youâd been earlier. âMissed me in five minutes? Thatâs a new record,â you replied, trying to keep your voice light despite the butterflies rioting in your stomach.
Chan tilted his head, eyes sparkling with mischief as he looked you up and down slowly. âFive minutes felt like five laps around the track. Time moves different when the view gets taken away.â He leaned in just a little, voice dropping. âEspecially when the view looks as good as you do in that red dress.â
Heat flooded your face again. You glanced away toward the glittering city lights outside the glass walls, but the smile tugging at your lips betrayed you.
The conversation picked up around you once more, but the bubble between you and Chan felt even smaller and more charged than before. He found ways to include you in every topic â asking your opinion on music, on Rioâs nightlife, on whether speed or control mattered more in life. Every question came wrapped in that smooth accent and those lingering looks.
After several minutes of this careful dance, you took a steadying breath and turned to face him properly.
âOkay,â you said quietly, so only he could hear. âIâll go with you. For the drive.â
Chanâs eyes lit up with clear victory and hunger. The corner of his mouth curved into a dangerously attractive smirk.
âBut,â you continued before he could speak, holding his gaze firmly, âif you try anything I donât allow⌠I will hit you. Iâm serious. I donât care how famous or fast you are.â
For a second he just stared at you, surprised. Then he let out a low, genuine laugh â deep, warm, and genuinely delighted.
âFuck, I like you,â he murmured, biting his lower lip. âDeal. Iâll behave⌠until you tell me not to.â His eyes darkened. âBut I have a feeling youâre going to be the one testing my self-control tonight.â
You held his stare, heart hammering, but didnât look away. The tension between you crackled like electricity in the air.
Chan stood up first, offering his hand to help you. His palm was warm, fingers strong as they closed around yours for a moment longer than necessary. âShall we?â
You nodded.
The two of you said your goodbyes to the group. Mina hugged you tightly, whispering âHave funâ in your ear before pulling back with a proud, mischievous grin. As you and Chan started walking away from the table, she caught your eye from across the space. She mouthed clearly, exaggerating the words so you could read her lips:
âTake care. Text me. Donât get pregnant."
You almost tripped. Chan noticed your reaction and glanced back, but you quickly composed yourself, shooting Mina a death glare mixed with laughter. She just blew you a kiss.
The walk through the mansion toward the entrance felt surreal. Chan kept a hand lightly on your lower back â polite, guiding, but undeniably possessive. His presence beside you was overwhelming: tall, broad-shouldered, moving with the confident stride of someone who dominated every space he entered. A few people glanced your way, recognizing him, but he paid them no attention. His focus stayed entirely on you.
Outside, the night air was still warm and humid, carrying the distant sound of waves and the scent of tropical flowers from the mansionâs gardens. The valet had already pulled up Chanâs car.
A sleek, aggressive Ferrari â deep blood red, shining under the lights like it was wet. The lines were sharp, predatory, exactly like its owner. The butterfly doors lifted upward with a soft mechanical whir as Chan approached.
He opened the passenger side for you, waiting until you were settled before closing it. The interior smelled like expensive leather, new car, and his cologne. When he slid into the driverâs seat, the space suddenly felt much smaller. His hand rested on the gear shift, dangerously close to your thigh.
âReady?â he asked, voice lower now that you were alone. The city lights reflected in his eyes as he looked at you.
You nodded, buckling your seatbelt. âReady. But remember what I said.â
Chan chuckled softly, starting the engine. The Ferrari roared to life with a deep, throaty growl that vibrated through your entire body.
âI remember,â he said, pulling away smoothly from the mansion. The car moved like liquid power â fast, controlled, responsive. âNo crossing lines unless you draw them first.â He glanced over at you, one hand on the wheel, the other shifting gears as he accelerated down the private road. âThough I have to admit⌠Iâm really hoping you draw a few tonight.â
The mansion lights faded behind you as Chan drove toward the winding mountain roads. The city of Rio de Janeiro stretched out below, an ocean of sparkling lights, with the dark silhouette of the sea beyond. Wind rushed through the slightly open windows, messing with your hair.
You glanced at his profile â strong jaw, focused eyes, slight smirk still playing on his lips.
This was really happening.
The night had officially shifted gears.
And Bang Chan looked more than ready to take you on the ride of your life.
The Ferrari purred like a satisfied beast as it climbed the steep, curving roads leading up toward Vista Chinesa. The city sprawled far below â an endless glittering carpet of lights stretching from the beaches of Copacabana and Ipanema all the way to the dark horizon where the sea met the sky. The Cristo Redentor glowed softly in the distance, watching over the sleeping metropolis. Inside the car, the world felt smaller, hotter, and far more dangerous.
You sat with your hands clasped tightly in your lap, the hem of your red dress having ridden up slightly from the movement and the way you kept shifting nervously in the leather seat. The air conditioning was on, but your skin still felt warm. Too warm. Every time Chan changed gears, the low rumble of the engine vibrated through your body, making it impossible to relax.
Chan noticed, of course. He always noticed.
âYou okay over there?â he asked, voice smooth and amused, one hand resting casually on the steering wheel while the other stayed on the gear shift. He glanced at you, that signature smirk playing on his lips. âYou look like I just kidnapped you instead of taking you for a scenic drive. Breathing would be a good start, sweetheart.â
You let out a shy laugh, biting your lip as you looked out the window at the passing trees and occasional glimpses of the city below.
âIâm fine,â you lied. âJust⌠not used to this. The car. The height. You.â
He chuckled, deep and low, the sound filling the small space between you. âMe? Iâm harmless. Mostly.â His eyes flicked sideways again, lingering this time on the exposed skin of your thighs where the dress had shifted higher. He didnât even try to hide it. âThough I have to say⌠that dress is making it very hard for me to keep my eyes on the road.â
Your face burned. You tugged at the hem self-consciously, but it only made the fabric slide back up again when you moved. Chanâs smirk deepened.
âYou donât have to fix it on my account,â he murmured, voice dropping an octave. âIâm enjoying the view. A lot.â
You swallowed hard, heart racing. The tension inside the Ferrari was thickening with every passing second. The scent of his cologne mixed with the leather and the faint night breeze coming through the cracked window made your head feel light.
âDo you⌠actually know where youâre going?â you asked, trying to steer the conversation to safer ground. âI donât want to end up lost in the middle of nowhere at almost two in the morning.â
Chan laughed again, genuinely amused this time. He took a smooth curve, the car handling it perfectly, as if it were an extension of his body.
âI know Rio like the back of my hand,â he reassured you, glancing over with a reassuring yet still dangerously attractive smile. âThis road leads up to one of the best viewpoints. Quiet. Private. Perfect for⌠talking.â The pause before the last word made it clear talking wasnât the only thing on his mind.
You nodded, trying to calm your nerves. âGood. Because I really donât want to become a headline: âMarketing girl disappears with famous pilot after leaving fancy party.ââ
He grinned, shifting gears again as the road got steeper. âNah. If anything, the headline would be âLucky pilot spends night with the most beautiful girl at the party.â Has a nice ring to it, donât you think?â
You rolled your eyes, but couldnât stop the shy smile that escaped. âYouâre very smooth. Too smooth.â
âOnly when itâs worth it.â His eyes drifted again â slower this time â tracing from your knees up to the hem of your dress, then higher, appreciating the way the red fabric hugged your body. When he looked back at the road, his hand tightened slightly on the steering wheel. âYou nervous because of me, or because youâre actually enjoying this more than you want to admit?â
You stayed quiet for a moment, watching the lights of the city flicker below as the car climbed higher.
âBoth,â you admitted softly.
Chan hummed in approval, clearly pleased with your honesty. âGood. I like honest girls. Especially when theyâre as pretty as you.â He reached over and turned the music down a little, letting the low sensual R&B fill the background instead of overpowering the moment. âTell me something⌠why were you so hesitant back at the party? Most girls wouldâve been all over me the second they sat down.â
You shrugged, still playing with the hem of your dress. âIâm not most girls. And youâre⌠a lot. Famous. Confident. The kind of guy who probably has girls throwing themselves at him every weekend.â
He nodded slowly, not denying it. âTrue. But none of them make me want to drive up here at 1:40 in the morning just to be alone with them.â His voice got quieter, rougher. âNone of them make the dress look that fucking good either.â
Your breath hitched. The compliment was direct, heavy with want. You crossed your legs, which only made the fabric ride up even more. Chan noticed immediately. His jaw flexed and he let out a slow breath.
âYou keep doing that and Iâm gonna have a very hard time focusing on driving,â he said, half-joking, half-serious.
âSorry,â you mumbled, cheeks flaming, quickly adjusting the dress again.
âDonât be sorry.â He glanced over once more, eyes dark. âI like when you get shy. Itâs cute. Makes me wonder what else makes you blush like that.â
The silence that followed was loaded. The Ferrari hugged another curve, the city now even farther below, the lights looking like scattered stars. The road was almost empty at this hour â just the occasional distant car far behind them. It felt like the rest of the world had disappeared, leaving only the two of you in this luxurious, vibrating cocoon of leather and tension.
Chan kept the conversation going, asking about your job, your favorite places in Rio, what you did for fun. But every answer you gave seemed to fuel him more. He listened intently, responding with teasing comments and flirty observations that slowly chipped away at your defenses.
âYou have a really pretty laugh,â he said at one point. âSoft. Genuine. I want to hear it more tonight.â
And later: âYour legs look incredible in that dress. Especially when the light from the city hits them like that.â
Each compliment, each lingering look, each low-spoken comment made the air inside the car feel heavier. Hotter. Your shyness only seemed to encourage him. The more you fidgeted and blushed, the more obvious his desire became â in the way his hand kept drifting closer to your thigh on the gear shift, in the way his eyes kept dropping to your chest and legs, in the way his voice got rougher every time he spoke directly to you.
âYouâre killing me here, you know that?â he muttered during a straight stretch of road, shaking his head with a half-smile. âSitting there looking all innocent and nervous while wearing that dress⌠it should be illegal.â
You didnât know how to respond, so you just looked out the window again, heart pounding, thighs pressed tightly together.
Chan noticed that too.
The Ferrari continued climbing, the road twisting higher into the forested hills. The tension between you two was no longer subtle. It was thick, undeniable, and growing with every minute that passed.
The Ferrari continued its smooth ascent through the winding roads of the Tijuca Forest, the dense trees creating tunnels of darkness broken only by occasional glimpses of the city far below. The further you climbed, the quieter the world became. No more distant party music, no more background chatter â just the low growl of the engine, the soft R&B playing through the speakers, and the heavy, charged silence between you and Chan.
You were starting to relax. Slowly. The initial nervousness that had made your hands tremble was giving way to something warmer, bolder. Maybe it was the way Chan kept looking at you like you were the most fascinating thing heâd seen in months. Maybe it was the low compliments he dropped so casually. Or maybe it was simply the thrill of being completely alone with him.
You turned in your seat to face him more directly, letting your dress ride up a little on purpose this time.
âYou keep saying Iâm killing you,â you said softly, a small, teasing smile playing on your lips. âBut youâre the one who canât stop staring. Eyes on the road, pilot.â
Chan let out a surprised laugh, deep and raspy, glancing over at you with raised eyebrows. âOh? Look whoâs getting brave now.â His hand left the gear shift for a second to rest lightly on your thigh â just above the knee, warm and heavy. âCareful, sweetheart. I might start thinking you actually like the attention.â
You didnât pull away. Instead, you placed your hand over his, not pushing it off, just resting there. âMaybe I do,â you admitted, voice quieter but steadier than before. âYouâre not as scary as I thought youâd be.â
His fingers flexed under yours, squeezing your thigh gently. âScary? Thatâs a new one.â He took another curve with perfect control, the city lights sparkling like jewels beneath you. âMost people find me charming.â
âYou are charming,â you replied, growing bolder. âDangerously charming. Thatâs the scary part.â
Chanâs smirk turned into something darker, more satisfied. The tension inside the car had shifted. You were no longer just reacting â you were playing along. And he was loving every second of it.
A few minutes later, he slowed the Ferrari and turned onto a narrower, less traveled road. âWeâre almost there,â he said. âI wanted to bring you here because⌠well, most girls want the loud places. Clubs, parties, the spotlight. But I figured youâre different. You seemed like someone who appreciates quiet beauty. Real beauty.â He glanced at you meaningfully. âPlus, up here, no one interrupts. No cameras. No expectations. Just the city and us.â
The car finally came to a stop in a small, secluded parking area near the **Vista Chinesa** â one of Rioâs hidden gems. A Chinese-style pavilion sat gracefully on the edge of the hill, surrounded by lush greenery, offering one of the most breathtaking panoramic views of the entire city. At this hour, it was almost completely deserted. Only the soft glow of distant streetlights and the moon illuminated the scene.
Chan killed the engine. The sudden silence was intimate.
âCome on,â he said, stepping out and rounding the car to open your door. He offered his hand again, and this time you took it without hesitation. The night air was cooler up here, a gentle breeze carrying the scent of earth, leaves, and the distant sea.
He led you toward a stone bench near the pavilion, partially hidden by some trees but still offering the full spectacular view. Rio stretched out beneath you like a living painting â the Christ the Redeemer lit up in white, the dark curves of the mountains, the glowing beaches, and the infinite lights of the neighborhoods. It was stunningly beautiful.
You sat down side by side. Chan stretched his long legs out, one arm resting behind you on the back of the bench. This time he didnât pretend it was accidental â his fingers lightly traced your shoulder, then played with a strand of your hair.
âWorth the drive?â he asked, voice low.
âVery worth it,â you whispered, looking at the view for a moment before turning to face him. âThank you for bringing me here.â
He studied your face in the moonlight, his expression shifting from playful to something more intense. âYouâre really beautiful, you know that?â The words came out rougher than before. âNot just the dress. You. The way you look at me when you think Iâm not paying attention. The way you blush but still flirt back. Itâs driving me crazy.â
You turned your body toward him, knees brushing against his. The boldness you felt earlier grew stronger. âThen maybe you should do something about it,â you said softly, surprising even yourself.
Chanâs eyes darkened instantly. He cupped your face with one hand, thumb brushing over your lower lip slowly, deliberately.
âYou sure about that?â he murmured, leaning in closer. His breath warmed your skin. âBecause once I start, Iâm not going to want to stop at just a kiss.â
Instead of answering with words, you closed the remaining distance.
The kiss started slow â a soft press of lips, testing, savoring. But the hunger that had been building for hours exploded almost immediately. Chan groaned low in his throat and tilted his head, deepening the kiss with a hunger that took your breath away. His hand slid into your hair, gripping firmly as he pulled you closer. His tongue traced your bottom lip before slipping inside, tasting you, claiming you.
It wasnât a gentle kiss. It was passionate, messy, full of pent-up desire. You kissed him back just as fiercely, one hand fisting his shirt, the other gripping his shoulder. Chan pulled you half onto his lap, strong arms wrapping around your waist as the kiss grew hotter, wetter. He sucked on your lower lip, then bit it gently, earning a soft whimper from you that made him smile against your mouth.
âFuck⌠you taste even better than I imagined,â he growled between kisses, his voice hoarse. He kissed you again, deeper, more demanding, tongue dancing with yours while his hands roamed your back, pulling you flush against his chest.
The city lights blurred in your peripheral vision. All that existed was the heat of his mouth, the firm grip of his hands, the way he kissed like he was starving for you. You melted into him, matching his intensity, fingers threading through his hair and tugging lightly. Chan responded with a deep, approving groan that vibrated through his chest.
When you finally broke apart for air, both of you were breathing hard. His forehead rested against yours, eyes half-lidded and dark with want. Your lips were swollen, cheeks flushed, and the hem of your dress had ridden dangerously high on your thighs.
Chan brushed his thumb over your wet bottom lip again, breathing ragged.
âYou have no idea how long I wanted to do that,â he whispered, voice rough. âSince the moment you sat down at that table looking all shy and untouchable.â
You smiled shyly, still catching your breath, but didnât pull away. âThen donât stop now.â
His eyes flashed with heat at your words. He leaned in again, capturing your lips in another searing kiss â slower this time, but no less intense. His hands explored your waist, your hips, pulling you even closer until you were fully straddling his lap on the stone bench.
The night air, the breathtaking view, the distant sound of the city far below â everything faded into background as the chemistry between you two finally ignited.
And neither of you seemed in any hurry to put out the fire.
Minutes had blurred into what felt like an eternity of heat.
You were fully straddling Chanâs lap on the stone bench, knees on either side of his powerful thighs, your red dress bunched up around your hips. The kiss had turned filthy â tongues sliding hungrily, lips wet and swollen, occasional bites that made you both groan. Chanâs hands gripped your ass firmly, pulling you down harder against him with every roll of your hips.
You could feel him.
He was rock hard beneath you. The thick, heavy outline of his cock pressed right against your core through his tailored pants, throbbing every time you ground down. The size was impossible to ignore â long and very thick. The realization made your stomach tighten with a mix of nerves and raw excitement.
Chan pulled back just enough to breathe, forehead pressed to yours, lips brushing as he spoke.
âFuck, baby⌠youâre driving me insane,â he growled, voice hoarse. One of his hands slid up your thigh, fingers slipping under the hem of your dress, moving dangerously higher. His fingertips grazed the edge of your panties, teasing the lace.
You shivered hard, a soft whimper escaping your lips as he kissed you again, deeper, more desperate. His fingers were just about to push the fabric aside when you suddenly broke the kiss, grabbing his wrist gently but firmly.
âChan⌠wait,â you breathed, chest heaving. âIâm not doing this here. Not in the middle of the woods like this. It feels⌠strange. What if someone sees us?â
Chan froze, eyes dark with lust, lips parted and swollen. For a second he looked almost dazed, like he was fighting his own body. Then reality seemed to hit him. He let out a heavy, frustrated breath and rested his forehead on your shoulder, chuckling lowly.
âShit⌠youâre right,â he muttered, voice rough. âSorry. Got carried away. This view makes me forget thereâs still a world out there.â He kissed your neck softly, almost apologetically, before pulling his hand back. âYouâre right. Letâs go.â
He helped you off his lap, adjusting your dress for you with surprisingly gentle hands. But when he stood up, it was impossible to miss how painfully hard he was. The bulge in his pants was obvious, straining aggressively against the fabric. He didnât even try to hide it as he walked you back to the Ferrari, jaw clenched, breathing still uneven.
Once inside the car, the tension became almost unbearable. Chan started the engine, the low roar filling the silence. He shifted in his seat, clearly uncomfortable, gripping the wheel tighter than necessary.
You watched him for a moment, biting your lip. The drive to his place was going to be long.
âWhere do you live?â you asked softly.
âBarra da Tijuca,â he answered, voice still husky. âApartment in a gated community near the beach. Itâs a bit far from here⌠around 40-45 minutes depending on traffic. Why?â
You didnât answer immediately. Instead, you reached over and rested your hand on his thigh, feeling the hard muscle tense under your touch. Chan glanced at you, surprised.
âYou âre really hard,â you whispered, eyes dropping to the massive bulge. âIt looks painful.â
He let out a breathless laugh, shifting again. âYeah⌠it is. Been like this since you started kissing me back like that.â
The car began descending the mountain road. The city lights grew closer again. You felt a surge of boldness â the same one that had made you flirt back earlier.
âKeep your eyes on the road and drive carefully,â you said quietly, unbuckling your seatbelt.
Chan looked at you, confused. âWhat are youâ?â
You leaned over the center console, hands working on his belt. His eyes widened.
âBaby⌠you donât have toââ
âShh. Just focus on driving,â you murmured, pulling his zipper down. When you freed him from his boxers, his cock sprang out heavily.
He was big. Thick. The head already glistening with precum, veins prominent along the impressive length. You wrapped your hand around the base and Chan hissed sharply, hips twitching.
âFuckâŚâ he groaned, one hand tightening on the steering wheel while the other rested on the back of your head, not pushing, just holding.
You started slow â licking a long stripe from base to tip, tasting the salty precum. Chan let out a deep, guttural moan that made your core clench.
âShit, that feels so goodâŚâ he breathed.
You took him into your mouth, lips stretching around his thickness. He was heavy on your tongue, filling your mouth completely. You bobbed your head, taking more of him with every movement, using your hand on what didnât fit.
Chan was incredibly vocal.
âFuuuck⌠just like that,â he moaned, voice breaking. âYour mouth is so warm⌠so fucking wet.â
The car sped up slightly before he forced himself to slow down, breathing ragged. Every time you sucked harder or swirled your tongue around the head, he let out another broken groan or curse.
âGoddamn⌠youâre gonna make me crash if you keep doing that,â he panted, fingers tightening in your hair. âYou look so pretty with my cock in your mouth, baby. So fucking pretty.â
You hummed around him, the vibration making his thighs tense. The obscene wet sounds mixed with his moans and the low purr of the Ferrari engine created an incredibly erotic atmosphere. You took him deeper, relaxing your throat, eyes watering slightly as you pushed your limits.
Chanâs breathing grew louder, more desperate.
âHoly shitâ slow down a little or Iâm gonna cum too fast,â he warned, voice strained. âYouâre too good at this⌠fuck, I didnât expect this tonight.â
You didnât stop. You wanted to push him. Wanted to hear more of those wrecked moans. Your head moved faster, hand stroking in rhythm, saliva dripping down his length.
Chan kept one hand on the wheel, eyes fighting to stay on the dark road while the other gently guided your head.
âYouâre gonna be the death of me,â he groaned deeply, hips twitching up slightly into your mouth. âSuch a good girl⌠taking me so deep. Just like thatâ ah, fuck!â
âYouâre gonna be the death of me,â Chan groaned, his voice already wrecked.
You didnât answer with words. Instead, you took him deeper, relaxing your throat as much as you could, sucking him with pure hunger. Your head bobbed steadily, wet, obscene sounds filling the interior of the Ferrari as you worked him. Your tongue pressed flat against the underside of his thick cock, tracing every vein while your hand stroked the base in perfect rhythm.
Chanâs grip on your hair tightened, not forcing you, but holding on like you were his only anchor. The car was moving, but his focus was clearly split.
âFuuuuck⌠baby, your mouthââ He cut himself off with a deep, guttural moan as you sucked harder, hollowing your cheeks. âJust like that⌠holy shit, youâre sucking me so good.â
You poured everything into it â eager, messy, and greedy. Saliva dripped down his thick shaft, coating your hand as you twisted your wrist on every upstroke. You pulled back for a second to catch your breath, strings of spit connecting your swollen lips to his glistening cockhead, before diving back down, taking him as deep as you could.
Chanâs moans were getting louder, needier, more desperate.
âAhhâ fuck, fuck, fuck⌠youâre gonna make me lose my mind,â he panted, hips twitching up slightly into your mouth. âSo warm⌠so fucking wet. Youâre taking me so deep, baby. Such a good fucking girl.â
The road to Barra da Tijuca felt endless. Every time the car took a curve, his cock shifted in your mouth, and you adjusted eagerly, sucking harder. Chanâs breathing was ragged, chest rising and falling fast. His free hand stayed on the steering wheel, knuckles white, while the other gently guided the pace of your head.
âYouâre so fucking nasty for this⌠doing this while I drive,â he groaned, voice breaking into a whiny whimper that made heat pool between your legs. âDidnât expect you to be this greedy. Shitâ right there, baby. Suck the head like that againââ
You obeyed, focusing on the sensitive tip, swirling your tongue around it before sucking hard. Chanâs moan was loud, almost broken.
âNnghâ! Fuck, Iâm getting close alreadyâŚâ
You didnât slow down. If anything, you went faster, wetter, taking him deeper until your nose brushed against his pelvis. The sounds were filthy â gagging softly, slurping, your hand stroking what your mouth couldnât reach. Chanâs thighs were trembling under your touch.
âBaby⌠baby, slow down a little,â he begged, voice turning genuinely whiny. âIâm so close⌠I donât wanna cum yetâ ahh, fuck!â
But you didnât slow down. You wanted him desperate. You wanted to hear him fall apart.
The minutes dragged on in a haze of heat and moans. Chan kept driving, barely keeping the car steady as you worshipped his thick cock. His groans grew louder, more broken, more pathetic in the hottest way possible.
âShitâ I can feel it⌠Iâm so fucking close,â he whined, breathing heavily. âYour mouth is too good⌠too fucking good. Iâm gonna cum so much if you keep going like that.â
You hummed around him, the vibration making his whole body jerk. Chan let out a long, shaky moan that sounded almost pained from how good it felt.
The tall buildings and luxury condominiums of Barra da Tijuca started appearing. You were getting close to his neighborhood. The car slowed as you approached a red traffic light â the last one before the entrance to his gated community.
Chanâs breathing changed. It became faster, shallower, more desperate.
âBabyâ fuck, the lightâs red,â he gasped. âIâm right there⌠Iâm gonna cum. Iâm gonna cum so fucking hardââ
You didnât pull off. Instead, you took him as deep as possible and sucked with everything you had, stroking him fast with your hand.
The moment the car stopped completely at the red light, Chan broke.
His head fell back against the seat as his orgasm hit him like a wave. His cock throbbed violently in your mouth, pulsing hard as he started shooting thick, hot ropes of cum straight down your throat. Chan moaned shamelessly loud â loud enough that you were grateful the windows were closed.
âNnghhhâ! Fuck, fuck, fuckâ so goodâ youâre taking all of it,â he whined, voice high and broken, almost sobbing with pleasure. âOh my god⌠I canât stopâ thereâs so muchââ
He kept cumming, wave after wave, filling your mouth until it started leaking from the corners of your lips. His hips stuttered, thighs shaking, one hand gripping your hair tightly as broken, needy moans spilled from his mouth nonstop.
âBaby⌠baby, youâre milking me so goodâ ahhh, shitâ Iâm still cummingâ fuck!â
The moans were pure filth â deep, whiny, desperate, almost embarrassed at how intense it was. His whole body trembled as the last powerful spurts filled your mouth. You swallowed as much as you could, the rest dripping down your chin onto his pants and the leather seat.
Chan was panting like heâd just finished a race, chest heaving, eyes half-closed in bliss. The traffic light turned green, but he stayed still for a few more seconds, trying to recover.
âJesus ChristâŚâ he breathed out, voice hoarse and shaky. âThat was⌠the best head Iâve ever had in my life. You just swallowed almost everything like it was nothing.â
You slowly pulled off his cock, licking him clean with soft, gentle strokes of your tongue while looking up at him. Chan stared down at you, eyes dark and full of awe, his hand gently caressing your hair.
âCome here,â he murmured, pulling you up gently.
He kissed you deeply despite the mess, tasting himself on your tongue with a low groan. When he pulled back, his thumb wiped the corner of your mouth, eyes burning.
âWeâre almost at my place,â he said, voice still rough. âAnd when we get there⌠Iâm going to return the favor until youâre the one moaning my name like that.â
The light was green.
Chan shifted gears, still breathing hard, a satisfied but dangerous smirk slowly returning to his lips as he drove the last few minutes toward his luxury apartment in Barra da Tijuca.
The Ferrari turned into the quiet, exclusive streets of one of the most prestigious gated communities in Barra da Tijuca. Tall walls covered with ivy, discreet security cameras, and perfectly landscaped gardens created an atmosphere of absolute privacy and wealth. Chan drove with calm confidence, one hand on the wheel and the other resting possessively on your thigh, his thumb tracing slow circles on your skin.
He stopped in front of a sleek, modern building and gave a small wave to the security guard, who opened the gate immediately. The car descended into a private underground garage, parking right beside a private elevator.
Chan turned off the engine and exhaled deeply, turning to look at you. His eyes were still dark with desire, lips slightly swollen from earlier. âWeâre here,â he said, voice low and rough. âMy place.â
He got out first and opened your door, helping you out of the low sports car. Your legs felt a little weak after everything that had happened during the drive. Chan noticed and smiled, pulling you close by the waist as you walked toward the elevator. The ride up was silent, but the air crackled with anticipation.
When the elevator doors opened directly into his penthouse, you stopped in your tracks, completely stunned.
The apartment was breathtaking.
It was an enormous open-concept space with incredibly high ceilings. An entire wall of floor-to-ceiling glass offered a spectacular panoramic view of the ocean and the glittering lights of Barra da Tijuca at night. The living room was vast, furnished with elegant minimalist pieces in dark tones mixed with warm wood. Expensive modern art decorated the walls, and a sleek open kitchen with black marble countertops and high-end appliances sat to the left. Soft golden ambient lighting turned on automatically, bathing everything in a warm, intimate glow. Through the glass doors, you could see a luxurious terrace with an infinity pool that seemed to blend into the sea.
You felt small. Out of place.
âChan⌠this is incredible,â you whispered, voice full of awe and embarrassment. âItâs like a dream. I feel like I shouldnât even be standing here. This place is too⌠much.â
He chuckled softly behind you, closing the distance until his chest pressed against your back. His strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you against his body as he rested his chin on your shoulder.
âDonât think like that,â he murmured, lips brushing your ear. âI wanted you here. In my space. With me.â He kissed the side of your neck gently. âThe house is just a house. Youâre what matters tonight.â
You turned in his arms to face him, still feeling shy. âItâs just⌠very different from my reality. This view, the size, the luxury⌠I feel like an intruder.â
Before you could say anything else, Chan cupped your face with both hands and kissed you.
The kiss was immediate and intense. His lips claimed yours with hunger, tongue sliding against yours as he pulled you closer. You moaned softly into his mouth, arms wrapping around his neck, fingers threading through his soft hair. Chan groaned in response, hands sliding down your body until they gripped your waist tightly, then lower to squeeze your ass.
He walked you backward without breaking the kiss until your back met the cool glass window. The contrast made you gasp. Chan took advantage, deepening the kiss even more, tongue exploring your mouth as one hand held the back of your neck and the other roamed your thigh.
âBeen dying to kiss you like this all night,â he growled against your lips, biting your bottom lip before soothing it. âYou have no idea how much I wanted you alone.â
You whimpered, pressing your body against his. You could feel him getting hard again, his thick cock pressing against your stomach. Chan rolled his hips slowly, letting you feel everything as he kissed you like he was addicted.
Suddenly, he bent down, grabbed the back of your thighs and lifted you effortlessly. You wrapped your legs around his waist instinctively as he carried you, lips never leaving yours. He moved through the living room and up the elegant floating staircase to the second floor, holding you as if you weighed nothing.
The master bedroom was just as impressive: a huge king-sized bed with dark silk sheets, another wall of glass facing the ocean, soft lighting, and a luxurious atmosphere that smelled exactly like him. Chan kicked the door shut and carried you straight to the bed, laying you down in the middle of the massive mattress.
He climbed on top of you immediately, settling between your spread legs, his body pressing you deliciously into the soft bedding. His eyes roamed over your flushed face and messed-up red dress with clear hunger.
âLook at youâŚâ he whispered, voice hoarse. âSo fucking beautiful lying in my bed.â
He kissed you again, slower but deeper, tongue tasting every corner of your mouth. One hand slid up your thigh, pushing your dress higher until it was bunched around your waist, exposing your black lace panties. Chan pulled back slightly to look down at you, breathing heavily.
âYouâre driving me crazy,â he confessed, kissing your neck, sucking on the sensitive skin hard enough to leave marks. âIâve been thinking about having you like this since the party.â
You arched into him, hands slipping under his shirt to feel his warm, defined abs and back. Chan sat up for a moment, pulling his shirt off in one smooth motion and throwing it aside, revealing his perfectly sculpted chest, shoulders and abs. He looked even better than you had imagined.
Then he was back on you, kissing you deeply, hips rolling against yours in a slow, teasing rhythm. His hard cock pressed right against your core, making you both moan into the kiss.
Chan hovered over you, his bare chest pressing against your body as he kissed you like he was trying to consume every sound you made. His mouth was hot, demanding, and relentless. He tilted his head, deepening the kiss until your tongues slid together in a wet, messy dance that made your head spin. Every time you tried to catch your breath he chased your lips again, sucking on your bottom lip, biting it gently, then soothing it with his tongue.
âGod, youâre so fucking hot,â he breathed against your mouth, voice thick with lust. âThis red dress has been killing me all night⌠the way it hugs your body, the way your tits look in it⌠Iâve been imagining taking it off you since the moment I saw you.â
You moaned softly into his mouth, your hands running up his muscular back, nails lightly scratching his skin. Chan groaned at the feeling and rolled his hips slowly against you, letting you feel how hard he still was.
He broke the kiss only to trail his lips down your jaw, sucking on the sensitive spot below your ear before moving to your neck. His mouth was greedy, leaving open-mouthed kisses and light bites that made you arch off the bed with a needy whimper.
âChanâŚâ you moaned, fingers threading through his hair.
âFuck, I love the way you say my name,â he growled, sucking harder on your neck. âYou sound so pretty when youâre turned on. So fucking sexy.â
His hands moved to the straps of your dress, slowly pulling them down your shoulders. He kissed every inch of skin he revealed, tongue tracing your collarbone as he tugged the fabric lower. When your breasts finally spilled free, Chan let out a deep, appreciative groan.
âJesus Christ⌠look at you,â he murmured, eyes dark and hungry as he stared at your bare chest. âThese tits are perfect. So fucking pretty. Been dying to taste them.â
Before you could respond, his mouth was on you.
Chan wrapped his lips around your right nipple, sucking gently at first, then harder, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak. You moaned loudly, back arching off the mattress as pleasure shot straight between your legs. He groaned against your skin, the vibration making you shiver.
âMmm⌠so sweet,â he mumbled, sucking harder, taking more of your breast into his mouth. His hand kneaded the other one, thumb brushing over your nipple until it was hard and aching. âYou taste so good, baby. These tits were made for my mouth.â
He switched sides, giving the same attention to your left breast â licking, sucking, and gently biting until you were writhing underneath him, soft moans and whimpers falling from your lips nonstop. Every suck sent sparks through your body. Every time he flicked his tongue over your nipple you cried out, hips bucking up against him instinctively.
âChan⌠oh godâŚâ you moaned, gripping his hair tighter.
He looked up at you while still sucking, eyes locked on yours, the sight incredibly erotic. âThatâs it, moan for me,â he said, voice muffled against your skin. âI want to hear how good it feels. Youâre so fucking responsive⌠so sensitive. I could spend hours just sucking on these pretty tits.â
He pressed your breasts together with both hands, burying his face between them, licking and kissing the soft flesh before taking one nipple back into his mouth and sucking hard. The wet, obscene sounds of his mouth filled the room, mixed with your breathy moans and his low groans of appreciation.
âYouâre so fucking gorgeous like this,â he praised between sucks, voice rough. âAll flushed and moaning under me. This body⌠fuck, I want to ruin you tonight. Want to mark every inch of you.â
He sucked harder, almost desperately, alternating between your breasts, leaving them wet and shiny with his saliva. Your nipples were swollen and sensitive, every touch of his tongue making you tremble. You kept moaning his name, hips grinding up against his hard cock through his pants, desperate for friction.
Chan growled, one hand sliding down your body to grip your thigh, spreading your legs wider as he continued devouring your chest. He pulled back slightly to admire his work â your breasts covered in hickeys and glistening from his mouth.
âLook how pretty they look now,â he said, voice hoarse with lust. âAll marked up by me. Mine.â
He dove back in, sucking and licking with renewed hunger, one hand pinching and rolling the nipple he wasnât sucking on. Your moans grew louder, needier, your body burning under his touch. Every wet pull of his mouth sent waves of pleasure straight to your core, making you wetter than youâd ever been.
Chan was completely lost in you â kissing, licking, sucking, and praising you nonstop.
âSo fucking perfect⌠these tits are driving me crazy⌠youâre so hot, baby⌠so fucking hotâŚâ
He kept going, relentless, as if he really could spend the whole night just worshipping your breasts. Your moans echoed softly in the large bedroom, mixing with his deep groans and the wet sounds of his mouth on your skin.
Chan kept devouring your breasts with unrestrained hunger, his mouth hot and greedy as he sucked hard on your swollen nipples. He alternated between them, licking, biting softly and then soothing with his tongue, while his hands squeezed the soft flesh, pressing them together so he could bury his face between them.
âFuck, these tits are perfect,â he groaned against your skin, voice thick and raspy. âSo soft⌠so fucking full. I canât stop sucking them. Look how hard your nipples are for me⌠so pretty and sensitive.â
You moaned loudly, back arching off the mattress as he sucked harder, the wet sounds of his mouth echoing in the big bedroom. Every pull of his lips sent jolts of pleasure straight to your core, making you wetter by the second. Your fingers tightened in his hair, tugging desperately as waves of heat washed over you.
âChan⌠oh my godâŚâ you whimpered, hips rolling up against him.
He growled in response, the vibration traveling through your chest. âThatâs it, moan my name. I love how you sound when Iâm sucking on you like this. So fucking sexy.â
After long, torturous minutes spent worshipping your breasts â leaving them covered in red marks and glistening with his saliva â Chan finally began kissing his way down your body. His lips left a wet trail along your stomach, tongue dipping into your navel before moving lower. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your bunched-up dress and panties, slowly dragging them down your legs. You lifted your hips to help him, heart hammering wildly in your chest as the cool air hit your soaked pussy.
Chan spread your thighs wide with his strong hands, settling comfortably between them. He stared at your exposed core for a few seconds, eyes completely dark with lust, breathing heavy.
âJesus fucking ChristâŚâ he whispered, almost reverently. âLook at this pretty little pussy. So wet⌠so fucking swollen and dripping for me. Youâre making such a mess, baby.â
He leaned in and ran his tongue slowly from your entrance all the way up to your clit in one long, broad stroke. The second he tasted you, Chan let out a deep, guttural moan that vibrated straight against your folds.
âMmmphâ fuck!â he groaned loudly, eyes fluttering shut. âYou taste so fucking good. So sweet and creamy⌠this is the best pussy Iâve ever had in my life. Iâm serious.â
He didnât ease into it. Chan dove in like a starving man, burying his face completely between your thighs with raw, shameless hunger. His tongue licked long, messy stripes up and down your slit, lapping up every drop of your arousal like it was nectar. He moaned continuously against you, the sounds loud, needy, and completely unrestrained.
âGoddamn, baby⌠youâre dripping down my chin,â he groaned, voice muffled as he licked faster. âTastes so fucking delicious. I could eat this pussy for hours and still want more. So sweet⌠so fucking addictive.â
He wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked hard, tongue flicking rapidly over the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your hips jerked violently and you cried out, gripping his hair tighter. Chan growled in approval, sucking even harder, the wet obscene sounds of his mouth filling the entire room.
âYesâ fuck, just like that,â he moaned against your clit. âMoan for me, baby. Let me hear how good my tongue feels. This little clit is throbbing so much⌠so cute and swollen on my tongue.â
He pushed his tongue inside you, fucking you with deep, wet strokes while his nose rubbed perfectly against your clit. The pleasure was overwhelming. You moaned loudly, thighs trembling around his head as he devoured you with pure enthusiasm.
Chan pulled back slightly, breathing hard, chin and lips shiny with your juices. âYou have no idea how good you taste,â he said, voice wrecked. âIâve never been this fucking obsessed with a pussy before. Look how wet you are⌠dripping everywhere. Such a messy, perfect girl for me.â
He dove back in even more eagerly, sucking your clit into his mouth while sliding two thick fingers deep inside you. He curled them instantly, hitting that perfect spot that made you see stars. His fingers pumped fast and deep, matching the rhythm of his tongue as he sucked and licked your clit with desperate hunger.
âOh fuckâ Chan!â you cried out, back arching sharply off the bed.
âThatâs it, baby. Say my name while I eat this pretty pussy,â he groaned loudly, fingers moving faster. âYouâre squeezing so tight around my fingers⌠fuck, I canât wait to feel you squeezing my cock like this later. But right now I just want to drink every drop you give me.â
He became almost feral â licking, sucking, and moaning like your pleasure was the only thing that existed. His free hand slid up your body to pinch and tug at your sensitive nipple while he continued devouring you. The wet, filthy sounds of his mouth and fingers echoed obscenely.
âYouâre soaking my face, baby⌠making such a mess,â he moaned, voice vibrating right against your clit. âBest fucking taste in the world. Iâm addicted already. This pussy is mine tonight. All mine. Gonna make you cum so hard on my tongue.â
Chan sucked your clit harder, fingers curling and pumping faster inside you. His moans were constant and shameless, like he was the one receiving pleasure. Every time you moaned or whimpered his name, he responded with deeper, hungrier licks.
âCum for me, baby. Pleaseâ I need it,â he begged between sucks, voice hoarse and desperate. âI want to feel you cum on my tongue. Want to drink all of it. Be a good girl and flood my mouth. This sweet pussy deserves to cum hard.â
The combination of his filthy words, the relentless suction on your clit, and his fingers hitting that perfect spot over and over finally pushed you over the edge.
Your orgasm hit you like a wave, crashing through your body violently. You cried out his name loudly, thighs clamping around his head as you came hard, trembling and gushing against his tongue. Chan moaned loudly in pure satisfaction, never stopping. He kept licking and sucking through your orgasm, eagerly drinking every drop like it was the best thing heâd ever tasted.
âFuck yesâ thatâs it, baby. Give me everything,â he groaned, lapping at you greedily. âSo good⌠you taste even better when you cum. Such a sweet, perfect pussy.â
Even after your orgasm subsided and you became sensitive, Chan continued licking slowly and gently, cleaning you up with soft, tender strokes of his tongue while moaning softly, clearly savoring every last bit.
He finally pulled back slightly, lips and chin completely glistening with your juices, eyes dark and satisfied as he looked up at you from between your spread thighs.
âYouâre fucking delicious,â he whispered, kissing your inner thigh. âI could eat you for the rest of the night and still not get enough.â
He crawled back up your body, kissing you deeply so you could taste yourself on his tongue, his hard cock pressing insistently against your soaked entrance through his pants.
Chan crawled up your body slowly, kissing every inch of skin he could reach â your stomach, between your breasts, your collarbone, your neck â until his face hovered over yours. His lips were shiny with your juices, eyes completely blown with lust. He kissed you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his tongue as he groaned into your mouth.
âYou taste so fucking good,â he murmured against your lips, voice wrecked. âI could eat that pussy for hours and still beg for more.â
You were still trembling from the intense orgasm, breathing hard, when Chan sat back on his knees between your spread thighs. His hands moved to his belt, undoing it quickly, eyes never leaving your soaked, glistening pussy. He pushed his pants and boxers down in one motion, freeing his cock.
It slapped heavily against his abs, thick, veiny, and painfully hard. The head was dark red, already leaking precum steadily. He was huge â long and impressively thick, the same cock you had sucked in the car earlier, now even harder after tasting you.
âFuck⌠look at what you do to me,â Chan groaned, wrapping his hand around the base and stroking himself slowly. His eyes were glued to your pussy, watching the way it clenched and dripped from the previous orgasm. âYouâre so fucking wet⌠so pink and pretty. This pussy is dripping for my cock, isnât it?â
He stroked himself a little faster, thumb spreading the precum over the head while staring at you like a predator. The wet sound of his hand moving on his thick shaft filled the room, mixing with your heavy breathing.
âBeen thinking about burying this cock inside you since the party,â he confessed, voice low and filthy. âImagining how tight youâd feel. How youâd stretch around me. Fuck⌠look how wet you are. You want it bad, donât you, baby?â
You nodded, biting your lip, hips twitching slightly as you watched him jerk off while staring at your exposed pussy. Chan smirked, dark and dangerous, then leaned forward, gripping his cock tighter.
He started teasing you.
He slapped the heavy head of his cock against your clit a few times, making you jolt and moan. Then he began rubbing it up and down your slit â slow, deliberate strokes, coating his thick length with your wetness. The head nudged your entrance, pressing just slightly, before sliding up to rub your clit again in lazy circles.
âFeel that?â he groaned, voice strained. âFeel how hard I am for you? Iâm leaking all over this pretty pussy. So fucking slippery⌠so warm.â
He kept brushing the head along your folds, teasing your entrance, pressing just the tip inside before pulling back out with a wet sound. Every time he did it you whimpered, trying to push your hips down to take him, but he held you still with his free hand on your thigh.
âUh uh⌠not yet,â he teased, smirking. âI want to enjoy this. Want to paint this pussy with my cock first. Look how your little hole is twitching every time I touch it⌠so greedy.â
Chan continued the filthy teasing, rubbing his thick cockhead up and down, occasionally slapping it against your clit, making you moan louder each time. His breathing was ragged, hand stroking the base while he used the head to play with you.
âFuck, youâre so wet itâs dripping down to your ass,â he groaned, voice getting rougher. âSuch a messy girl. My messy girl. This pussy is so perfect⌠Iâm gonna stretch you so good, baby. Gonna fill you up until you canât think straight.â
He pressed the head against your entrance again, pushing just a little deeper this time, making you gasp. But he pulled back out immediately, continuing to rub and tease, enjoying the way your pussy clenched desperately around nothing.
âYou want it so bad, donât you?â he taunted, stroking himself faster while rubbing the head on your clit. âWant this fat cock splitting you open. I can see how bad you need it. This tight little hole is begging for me.â
Chan leaned down, capturing your lips in a messy kiss while still rubbing his cock against your pussy. His tongue fucked your mouth in the same rhythm his cock teased your folds. You were moaning nonstop, hands gripping his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.
âPleaseâŚâ you whimpered against his mouth.
Chan pulled back, eyes dark, breathing heavily.
âPlease what, baby?â he asked, pressing the head against your entrance again, circling it slowly. âTell me what you want. Want me to fuck this pretty pussy? Want me to bury every inch inside you?â
He kept teasing, pushing just the tip in and pulling out, over and over, driving you crazy. His hand continued stroking the rest of his length, spreading your wetness all over himself.
âTell me,â he growled, voice low and commanding. âBeg for my cock like a good girl.â
Your body was on fire. Every slow drag of his thick cockhead along your folds, every time he nudged your entrance, every filthy word made you wetter and more desperate. Chan looked completely lost in the sight â eyes fixed on where his cock touched your pussy, breathing hard, muscles tense.
He slapped his cock against your clit a few more times, then rubbed the head firmly against it in tight circles.
âFuck⌠I could cum just from rubbing on you like this,â he groaned. âBut I need to be inside you. Need to feel this tight pussy squeezing me.â
He positioned the head right at your entrance again, pressing forward slightly, stretching you open just a little. His eyes locked on yours, dark and intense.
âReady for me, baby?â he asked, voice hoarse with lust, still teasing you with shallow movements. âBecause once I slide in⌠Iâm not stopping until youâre creaming all over my cock.â
âPlease, Chan⌠stop teasing me,â you begged desperately, your voice breaking as you rolled your hips up, trying to take him deeper. âI need you. Fuck me already. Please, I want your cock so badâŚâ
Chanâs eyes flashed with raw hunger. He gripped his thick cock tightly, rubbing the swollen, leaking head up and down your dripping slit one final time before pressing it firmly against your entrance.
âYou want it?â he growled, voice low and dangerous. âYou want me to stretch this tight little pussy open?â
âYes⌠fuck me, Chan. Please.â
With a deep, guttural groan, he finally pushed inside.
The thick head of his cock slowly forced its way past your entrance, stretching you wide. Chanâs mouth fell open instantly, letting out a long, broken, whiny moan that echoed through the bedroom.
âFuuuuuuck⌠oh my godâŚâ he moaned loudly, eyes rolling back as he sank deeper. âYour pussy is so fucking tight⌠so hot⌠shit, baby, youâre squeezing me so perfectlyâŚâ
He kept pushing in slowly, inch by thick inch, until his hips were pressed flush against yours, buried completely inside you. Chan let out the most pathetic, needy moan, his whole body trembling.
âAhhh⌠fuck⌠Iâm all the way in⌠so deep⌠your pussy feels incredible⌠so wet, so warm, so fucking tight around my cockâŚâ he whimpered, forehead pressed against yours, breathing ragged. âI can feel you pulsing around me⌠Jesus Christ, this is the best pussy Iâve ever felt.â
He stayed still for a moment, savoring the feeling, letting you adjust to his size. Then he started moving â slow, deep thrusts at first, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in with a wet, obscene sound.
âFuck⌠fuck⌠so goodâŚâ he moaned with every thrust, voice whiny and desperate. âListen to how wet you are⌠youâre creaming all over my cock already, baby. Such a messy girl.â
You moaned loudly beneath him, nails digging into his broad shoulders as pleasure overwhelmed you. âChan⌠youâre so big⌠youâre so deepâŚâ
He groaned at your words, hips snapping harder. âYeah? You like how my thick cock stretches you? Like feeling me so deep inside this pretty pussy?â
âYes⌠yes⌠harder, pleaseâŚâ
Chanâs control snapped. He grabbed your thighs, pushing them back toward your chest and started fucking you with raw, intense hunger. His hips slammed against yours, burying his cock to the hilt with every powerful thrust. The sound of skin slapping skin grew louder, wetter, filthier.
âAhhâ fuck! Yes⌠take it, baby,â he moaned loudly, voice breaking with every deep stroke. âYour pussy is sucking me in so greedily⌠so fucking tight⌠Iâm losing my mind⌠nnghh!â
You cried out in pleasure, moaning his name shamelessly as he railed you. Chanâs moans were constant and shameless â deep, whiny, almost sobbing with how good it felt.
âShit⌠shit⌠you feel too good⌠Iâm gonna cum so fast if you keep squeezing me like that,â he whimpered, sweat dripping down his chest as he pounded into you harder. âThis pussy is perfect⌠so wet⌠so hot⌠I wanna live inside you, fuckâŚâ
He leaned down, pressing his chest against yours, mouth latching onto your neck as he fucked you even deeper. His hips moved in a brutal rhythm, slamming into you with force that made the bed creak loudly.
âOh god⌠Chan⌠itâs so deep⌠youâre hitting so goodâŚâ you moaned, legs shaking around him.
âYeah? Right here?â He angled his hips and started hitting that perfect spot inside you with every thrust. âHere? You like when I fuck you right there, baby?â
âYes! Yesâ fuck, donât stop!â you cried out, back arching violently.
Chan let out a string of broken, whiny moans right in your ear, completely lost in pleasure.
âAhh⌠ahh⌠fuck, baby⌠your pussy is creaming so much⌠I can feel it dripping down my balls⌠youâre so fucking wet for me⌠so nasty⌠so perfectâŚâ
He fucked you harder, faster, gripping your hips tightly as leverage while slamming into you without mercy. The wet, squelching sounds of his thick cock destroying your pussy were obscene.
âNnghh⌠shit⌠Iâm so deep⌠can you feel me in your stomach, baby?â he groaned, voice trembling. âThis cock is yours tonight⌠gonna fuck this tight little cunt until you canât walk straight⌠ahh, fuck!â
Your moans mixed with his â loud, desperate, and filthy. Every powerful thrust made your tits bounce, made you see stars, made you clench harder around his thick length.
Chanâs moans were getting louder, more pathetic, more addictive.
âFuuuuck⌠youâre gonna make me cum⌠this pussy is too good⌠too fucking tight⌠Iâm addicted already⌠gonna fuck you all night⌠gonna fill you upâŚâ
He kept pounding into you relentlessly, sweat-slicked bodies sliding together, mouths occasionally meeting in sloppy, desperate kisses as he railed you deep and hard.
Chan didnât slow down even for a second.
He kept pounding into you from behind with deep, brutal thrusts, his thick cock stretching your cum-filled pussy over and over. The sound of his hips slapping against your ass was loud and filthy, mixed with the wet squelching of your soaked cunt taking every inch.
âFuckâ fuckâ fuckââ Chan moaned loudly, voice whiny and desperate as he yanked your hair harder, forcing your head back. âThis pussy is so fucking good⌠still so tight even after I filled you up⌠ahh, shit!â
He spanked your ass hard, the sharp crack echoing through the room. Then again. And again. Each slap made you clench around him, pulling another broken moan from his throat.
âNnghhâ yes! Squeeze my cock just like that,â he whimpered, hips snapping faster. âYouâre such a dirty little whore⌠taking my cum and still begging for more⌠fuck, I love this pussy.â
You were moaning uncontrollably, face pressed into the sheets, ass up high as he destroyed you. Every powerful thrust made your body jolt forward, your tits bouncing underneath you.
âChanâ oh my godâ itâs so deep!â you cried out, voice hoarse.
âYeah? You feel me in your stomach, baby?â he growled, pulling your hair tighter while railing you mercilessly. âYou feel how deep Iâm fucking you? This cock is ruining this tight little cunt.â
He spanked you again, harder this time, then grabbed both cheeks and spread them wide so he could watch his thick cock disappearing inside you. The sight made him moan loudly, almost pathetically.
âFuuuuck⌠look at that⌠your pussy is creaming so much⌠white all over my cock⌠so fucking nasty,â he whimpered, voice trembling with pleasure. âIâm gonna fuck you until youâre leaking my cum for days.â
Chan suddenly changed the angle, leaning forward and pressing your upper body down into the mattress while keeping your ass up. He started fucking you even harder, short and brutal thrusts that hit your g-spot perfectly.
âAhhâ ahhâ fuck! Right thereâ donât stop!â you screamed, gripping the sheets tightly.
âIâm not stopping,â he moaned right next to your ear, sweat dripping from his chest onto your back. âIâm gonna fuck this pussy until you canât take anymore⌠until youâre shaking and crying on my cock.â
His moans were getting louder, whinier, more desperate. Every thrust came with a broken sound â deep, needy, and shameless.
âNnghhâ shit⌠your cunt is squeezing me so hard⌠I can feel my cum inside you⌠so warm⌠so fucking messy,â he whimpered, spanking your ass again. âYouâre my cumdump tonight, baby. My dirty little cumslut.â
He reached around and rubbed your swollen clit with fast, rough circles while continuing to pound into you. Your moans turned into loud, broken screams as another orgasm built rapidly inside you.
âChanâ Iâm gonna cum againâ pleaseâ Iâm so close!â you cried out.
âCum for meâ cum on my cock like the slut you are,â he demanded, voice shaking. âI want to feel you throbbing⌠wanna feel this pussy milking me while I fuck you stupid⌠ahh, fuckâ cum right now!â
You shattered hard, screaming his name as your third orgasm ripped through you. Your walls clenched violently around his cock, gushing around him as your whole body shook.
Chan moaned loudly, almost sobbing in pleasure as he felt you cum.
âFuuuuckâ yes! Just like that⌠squeezing me so fucking tight⌠good girlâ such a good fucking girl,â he whimpered, still thrusting through your orgasm, prolonging it.
He didnât stop.
Even as you trembled and gasped, he kept fucking you through it, hips slamming against your ass with wet, filthy sounds. His moans were constant and broken.
âAhh⌠ahh⌠I canât stop⌠your pussy feels too good⌠Iâm gonna cum again⌠gonna fill you up even more,â he whined, voice high and desperate.
He grabbed your hips with both hands and started railing you with savage intensity â fast, deep, and animalistic. The bed creaked violently under the force of his thrusts.
âTake itâ take my fucking cockâ take another load, baby,â he moaned, voice cracking. âIâm so close⌠your cunt is milking me⌠fuckâ Iâm cummingâ Iâm cumming!â
With a loud, broken, whiny moan, Chan buried himself as deep as possible and came hard inside you again. His cock throbbed violently, pumping thick ropes of hot cum deep into your already full pussy. He kept thrusting through his orgasm, whimpering and moaning pathetically as he emptied himself.
âFuuuuckâ take it all⌠take every drop⌠such a good cumslut⌠ahhh, shit!â
He stayed buried deep inside you for a long moment, both of you breathing heavily, bodies slick with sweat. His cock twitched inside your overflowing pussy, cum already leaking out around him.
But Chan wasnât done.
He slowly pulled out, watching with dark eyes as his cum dripped from your abused hole. Then he flipped you onto your back again, spreading your legs wide.
âWeâre not finished yet, baby,â he growled, voice hoarse but still hungry. âIâm nowhere near done with this pussy tonight.â
Chan was still breathing heavily, his cock buried deep inside you, cum leaking out around his thickness. But instead of pulling out and stopping, he wrapped his arms around you and rolled over, switching positions so he was lying on his back with you on top of him.
You were exhausted, legs shaking, body limp from the multiple orgasms, but Chan clearly wasnât done.
âRide me,â he demanded, voice low and husky, gripping your hips tightly. âI want to watch you bounce on my cock. Come on, baby⌠show me how much you want it.â
Even tired, the way he looked at you â eyes dark, lips parted, chest heaving â made heat flood through your body again. You placed your hands on his muscular chest for balance and slowly lifted your hips, feeling his thick cock slide almost all the way out before sinking back down.
Both of you moaned loudly at the same time.
âFuuuuckâŚâ Chan groaned, head falling back against the pillow, eyes rolling. âThatâs it⌠just like that. Ride my cock, baby. Use me.â
You started moving, rolling your hips before bouncing slowly on his thick length. Every time you sank down, his cock stretched you open again, pushing his cum even deeper inside you. The wet, filthy sound of your soaked pussy taking him was loud in the room.
Chanâs hands gripped your ass tightly, fingers digging into your skin as he watched you with pure lust.
âShitâ look at you,â he moaned, voice whiny and desperate. âBouncing on my cock like a good little slut⌠your tits look so fucking perfect like this. Keep going, baby. Ride me harder.â
You picked up the pace, bouncing faster, taking him deeper with every movement. Chanâs moans grew louder, more broken, more pathetic. His fingers dug harder into your hips, helping you move up and down on his cock.
âAhhâ fuck! Yes, baby⌠just like that,â he whimpered, eyes fixed on where your pussy swallowed his thick cock over and over. âYouâre so fucking wet⌠I can hear how messy you are. My cum is dripping out of you while you ride me⌠such a nasty, perfect girl.â
You moaned loudly, throwing your head back as you rode him with more intensity. The angle made his cock hit deep inside you, rubbing against all the right spots. Chanâs hands moved up to squeeze your bouncing tits, pinching your nipples hard as he thrust up to meet your movements.
âChanâ oh my god⌠youâre so deepâŚâ you moaned, riding him faster.
âYeah? You feel me stretching this cum-filled pussy?â he groaned, voice trembling. âBounce harder, baby. Fuck yourself on my cock. Use me like your personal toy.â
You obeyed, bouncing aggressively on him. The sound of your ass slapping against his thighs mixed with both of your loud moans. Chan was losing control again â moaning shamelessly, whiny and desperate, hips bucking up to fuck you from below.
âFuuuuckâ your pussy is creaming so much⌠look at the mess on my cock,â he whimpered, eyes glued to the white ring forming around the base of his shaft. âYouâre so fucking tight⌠so warm⌠I canât get enough of this cunt.â
He suddenly sat up, wrapping one arm around your waist while the other tangled in your hair. Face to face now, he kissed you messily, tongues sliding together as you kept riding him hard. His moans vibrated into your mouth.
âMmmphâ ride me just like that,â he groaned against your lips. âBounce on this cock, baby. Milk me. Take everything.â
You rode him with everything you had left, hips moving fast and deep. Chanâs grip on your hair tightened as he started thrusting up harder, meeting every bounce with powerful strokes.
âAhhâ fuck! Chanâ Iâm gonna cum again!â you cried out, nails digging into his shoulders.
âCumâ cum all over my cock,â he moaned, voice breaking. âI want to feel you squeezing me while you ride me⌠be a good girl and cum for me, babyâ ahhh, shit!â
Your orgasm hit you hard while you were still bouncing on him. You screamed his name, walls clenching violently around his thick cock as you trembled on top of him. Chan moaned loudly, almost sobbing in pleasure as he felt you cum.
âFuuuuckâ yes! Squeeze me just like that⌠good girl⌠such a good fucking girl,â he whimpered, still thrusting up into you through your orgasm.
He didnât let you stop riding. Even as you shook and gasped, he kept guiding your hips, fucking up into you with desperate, needy thrusts.
âIâm close again⌠your pussy is too good⌠gonna fill you up one more time,â he moaned, voice high and whiny. âKeep riding me, babyâ donât stop⌠milk my cock⌠take my cum deep inside youâŚâ
You kept bouncing on him, tired but eager, until Chan buried his face in your neck and came hard with a long, broken moan, pumping even more cum deep into your already overflowing pussy.
Both of you were exhausted, bodies covered in sweat, breathing heavy and uneven. Chanâs cock was still buried deep inside you, slowly softening, but he didnât pull out. He stayed there, holding you close, placing soft, lazy kisses along your collarbone and neck while you both tried to catch your breath.
After a long moment, he lifted his head and looked at you, eyes still dark but gentler now. His hair was messy, lips swollen, face flushed.
ââŚYou okay?â he asked softly, voice hoarse. âWe can stop if youâre too tired, baby. I know Iâve been rough.â
You were tired â legs shaking, body sore in the best way â but you didnât want it to end yet. You shook your head, biting your lip as you looked up at him.
âI still want you,â you whispered, voice small and whiny. âJust⌠slower now. Please?â
Chanâs eyes softened. He gave you a small, tired smile and nodded.
âYeah⌠I want you too.â
He gently pulled out of you, making you both moan softly at the feeling. Then he carefully laid you on your back and positioned himself between your spread legs. This time there was no rush. He hovered over you, supporting his weight on his forearms, and looked down at your face with heavy-lidded eyes.
He leaned down and kissed you slowly, deeply, tongues sliding together in a lazy, sensual dance. The kiss was full of need, but softer now â almost tender. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as you whimpered into his mouth.
Chan reached down, lined himself up, and slowly pushed back inside you. Both of you moaned softly against each otherâs lips as he sank in deep.
âFuck⌠still so warm,â he breathed, forehead pressed against yours. âYou feel so good, baby.â
He started moving â slow, deep rolls of his hips, grinding into you instead of pounding. Every thrust was deliberate, letting you feel every inch of him. You moaned whiny and soft, legs wrapping around his waist, heels digging into his lower back.
âChanâŚâ you whimpered against his lips, voice needy and sweet. âFeels so good⌠donât stopâŚâ
âI wonât,â he murmured, kissing you again, slower this time. His tongue explored your mouth as he rocked into you gently, hips pressing deep and staying there for a moment before pulling back and doing it again.
He kissed your jaw, your cheek, the corner of your mouth, then back to your lips â never stopping the slow, sensual rhythm of his hips. You were being so whiny, moaning softly every time he bottomed out, fingers tangled in his hair.
âMore kissesâŚâ you pleaded quietly, almost pouting.
Chan smiled against your mouth and gave you exactly what you wanted. He kissed you deeply, passionately, but gently â long, slow kisses that made your heart race even as your body melted under him. He kissed you like he couldnât get enough of your taste, like he wanted to memorize the feeling of your lips.
âYouâre so fucking pretty when you moan like that,â he whispered between kisses, still rolling his hips in that perfect, deep rhythm. âSo soft⌠so whiny for me⌠I love hearing you.â
You whimpered loudly, pulling him even closer as you kissed him again, tongues sliding together messily. Chan groaned softly into your mouth, one hand gently cupping your face while the other held your thigh, keeping you spread open for him.
Every thrust was slow and sensual. He wasnât fucking you anymore â he was making love to you. Deep, grinding strokes that made you feel full and claimed. You kept moaning softly, whiny and needy, every sound muffled by his constant kisses.
âChan⌠it feels so goodâŚâ you whimpered against his lips, eyes half-closed in pleasure.
âI know, baby⌠I know,â he breathed, kissing you again, deeper this time. âYou feel perfect around me. So warm⌠so wet⌠I could stay inside you forever like this.â
He kept kissing you nonstop â your lips, your neck, your jaw, back to your lips again. Soft, wet, lingering kisses mixed with slow, deep thrusts. Your bodies moved together in a gentle rhythm, skin sliding against skin, both of you sweaty and tired but completely lost in each other.
You were so whiny, moaning sweetly every time he rolled his hips, fingers clutching his back, legs wrapped tightly around him.
âKiss me moreâŚâ you begged softly, voice trembling.
Chan obliged immediately, capturing your lips in another long, slow kiss, tongue gently playing with yours as he continued those deep, sensual thrusts. The pleasure was different now â warmer, heavier, more intimate.
He stayed like that for a long time â slow, deep, and constant â kissing you like he never wanted to stop, fucking you gently while you whimpered and moaned beneath him, completely wrapped up in each other.
Chan kept that slow, deep rhythm, rolling his hips in a sensual grind as he stayed buried inside you. His forehead rested against yours, breaths mingling, lips brushing every few seconds in soft, lazy kisses. The room was quiet except for the wet sound of his cock slowly moving in and out of your cum-filled pussy and the soft, needy whimpers leaving your lips.
âYou feel so goodâŚâ you whined quietly, legs wrapped tightly around his waist, pulling him deeper. âSo deep⌠Chan, please donât stopâŚâ
âI wonât, baby,â he murmured against your mouth, kissing you again â slow and wet. âIâm not stopping until we both cum again.â
He kissed you deeper this time, tongue sliding against yours as his hips moved in long, deliberate strokes. Every time he bottomed out, he stayed there for a second, grinding his pelvis against your clit before pulling back and doing it all over again. The pleasure was thick, heavy, and overwhelming in the best way.
Your moans were soft and whiny, almost pathetic, every time he filled you completely. You kept kissing him desperately, fingers tangled in his messy hair, legs shaking around him.
Chanâs breathing was getting heavier. His kisses became more urgent, more messy. You could feel his cock throbbing inside you, still so hard even after cumming twice already.
âFuck⌠youâre squeezing me again,â he groaned softly, voice hoarse. âSo tight⌠so warm⌠I can feel my cum inside you every time I move.â
He kissed you harder, one hand gently holding the side of your face while the other slid down to grip your thigh, pulling it higher around his waist. His thrusts started getting a little faster, a little deeper, but still sensual.
You whimpered into his mouth, nails gently scratching his back.
âChan⌠Iâm getting close againâŚâ you moaned softly, voice trembling.
âYeah?â he breathed, kissing you between words. âMe too, baby. You feel too fucking good⌠I donât wanna stop.â
He started moving with more purpose, still deep but picking up a steady pace. His moans were getting louder, whinier, right against your lips.
âAhh⌠fuck, baby⌠your pussy is creaming so much around me,â he whimpered, voice breaking. âSo wet⌠so fucking warm⌠I can feel everything.â
You kissed him desperately, moaning into his mouth as the pleasure built higher. Chanâs hips snapped a little harder, his cock hitting that perfect spot with every thrust now.
âKiss meâ please kiss me,â you whined.
Chan immediately obeyed, capturing your lips in a deep, sloppy kiss, tongues sliding together messily as he fucked you harder. His moans were constant now, needy and broken.
âMmmphâ fuck⌠Iâm getting so close,â he groaned against your lips, voice trembling. âYour pussy is squeezing me so tight⌠gonna make me cum again⌠ahh, shitâ you feel so good, baby.â
He buried his face in your neck, sucking on your skin while his hips moved faster, pounding into you with deep, desperate strokes. His moans were right in your ear now â loud, whiny, and completely shameless.
âFuuuuck⌠Iâm so close⌠so fucking close,â he whimpered, voice cracking. âYour pussy is too perfect⌠gonna fill you up again⌠gonna cum so deep inside youâŚâ
You were moaning loudly now, legs shaking violently around him as your orgasm approached.
âChanâ Iâm gonna cum⌠Iâm gonna cum!â you cried out, clinging to him.
âCum with me, babyâ cum on my cock,â he moaned desperately, thrusting harder. âIâm right there⌠fuckâ Iâm cummingâ Iâm cumming!â
Chanâs hips stuttered as he buried himself as deep as possible. His whole body tensed and he let out a long, broken, whiny moan right next to your ear as he started cumming hard.
âFuuuuckâ ahhh! Iâm cumming⌠Iâm cumming so muchâ take it, baby⌠take all my cum!â he cried out, voice trembling and high.
You came at the same time, screaming his name as your pussy clenched violently around him, milking every drop. Chan kept moaning loudly, almost sobbing with pleasure as he pumped rope after rope of hot cum deep inside you.
âAhh⌠ahh⌠fuck⌠so good⌠youâre milking me so wellâŚâ he whimpered, still thrusting slowly through both of your orgasms, drawing them out as long as possible.
He kept kissing you through it â messy, tired kisses, tongues lazily sliding together while he emptied himself completely inside you. His body trembled on top of yours, sweat dripping from his forehead onto your skin.
When it finally slowed down, Chan collapsed on top of you, face buried in your neck, breathing heavily. His cock was still twitching inside your overflowing pussy, cum leaking out around him with every small movement.
Both of you stayed like that for a long time â sweaty, exhausted, and completely satisfied â trading soft, lazy kisses while trying to catch your breath.
Chan pressed one last gentle kiss to your lips and whispered against them:
ââŚStay the night with me.â
Chan stayed buried deep inside you for a long moment, both of you breathing heavily, bodies slick with sweat and trembling. His face was hidden in the crook of your neck, lips pressing lazy, tired kisses against your skin while his cock gave one last weak twitch inside you.
Finally, he let out a long, satisfied sigh and slowly pulled out. A thick stream of his cum leaked from your abused pussy, dripping onto the sheets. You whimpered softly at the feeling, too tired to even move.
Chan rolled onto his side and pulled you against his chest, wrapping his strong arms around you. One hand gently stroked your back while the other brushed damp hair away from your face.
âYou okay?â he asked softly, voice hoarse and raspy from all the moaning. He kissed your forehead, then your temple. âI wasnât too rough, was I?â
You stayed quiet for a few seconds, staring at the ceiling with wide eyes as reality slowly started hitting you.
ââŚI just let a famous race car driver fuck me senseless in his penthouse,â you whispered, almost to yourself. âMultiple times. And I rode him. And begged. And let him cum inside me⌠twice.â
Chan let out a tired but amused laugh, his chest vibrating against you.
âYeah⌠you did,â he said, clearly trying not to laugh harder. âAnd you were very enthusiastic about it, might I add.â
You covered your face with both hands, mortified but also laughing weakly.
âOh my god⌠what the hell did I do? I donât even do this kind of thing. Iâm not⌠Iâm not the âgo home with a stranger and get railed for hoursâ type of girl. Mina is going to kill me when I tell her. Or sheâs going to ask for details. Probably both.â
Chan chuckled and gently pulled your hands away from your face, looking at you with a lazy, satisfied smile.
âHey, you were incredible,â he said, kissing the tip of your nose. âAnd for the record⌠I donât usually bring girls back here either. So weâre both a little crazy tonight.â
You groaned, burying your face in his chest, cheeks burning.
âI canât feel my legs properly. I think you broke me.â
âGood,â he teased, kissing the top of your head. âMeans I did my job right.â
After a few more minutes of quiet cuddling and soft kisses, Chan sat up slowly.
âCome on. Letâs take a shower. Youâre covered in sweat and cum⌠and I probably am too.â
He stood up first, completely naked and still looking unfairly hot even after everything. Then he leaned down and scooped you up like you weighed nothing. You let out a surprised squeak, instinctively wrapping your arms around his neck.
âChan! I can walk!â you protested, even though your legs were shaking.
âBarely,â he replied with a smirk, carrying you toward the bathroom. âLet me be nice for five minutes.â
The bathroom was just as luxurious as the rest of the apartment â huge rainfall shower, marble everywhere, and soft warm lighting. Chan turned on the water, waited for it to get hot, and then stepped in with you still in his arms.
He set you down carefully, but kept an arm around your waist to support you. The hot water felt like heaven on your sore body. Chan grabbed a soft sponge and gently washed you â your chest, your stomach, between your legs with surprising care. He was quiet now, focused, pressing occasional soft kisses to your shoulder.
âYouâre being suspiciously sweet after railing me like that,â you mumbled, half-joking, half-suspicious.
Chan laughed softly, turning you around so he could wash your back.
âI can be sweet. Sometimes,â he said, kissing the back of your neck. âEspecially after making you scream my name for two hours straight.â
You groaned again, embarrassed, and leaned back against his chest. He wrapped his arms around you from behind, holding you under the warm water.
After the shower, Chan gave you one of his oversized soft t-shirts to wear. It reached mid-thigh on you and smelled like him. He carried you back to the bed (despite your weak protests) and pulled the clean sheets over both of you.
You were beyond exhausted. Your body felt heavy, legs sore, mind fuzzy. Chan pulled you into his arms again, your head resting on his chest, one of his hands gently stroking your hair.
âStay the night,â he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead. âDonât even think about leaving. You can barely stand.â
You wanted to argue, but you were already drifting off. The last thing you felt was Chanâs warm body against yours, his fingers still gently playing with your hair, and the soft sound of his heartbeat under your cheek.
ââŚOkay,â you mumbled sleepily, already half gone. âJust⌠donât tell anyone I acted like a complete whore tonight.â
Chan chuckled quietly, hugging you tighter.
âYour secretâs safe with me.â
Within seconds, you were fast asleep in Bang Chanâs arms, in his massive bed, in his luxurious penthouse.
And for the first time in a long time⌠you felt completely at peace
You woke up slowly, the soft morning light filtering through familiar curtains. Your body felt heavy, sore in places you didnât even know could get sore. You blinked a few times, staring at the ceiling, trying to make sense of your surroundings.
This was⌠your room.
Your apartment. Your bed. Your messy desk in the corner with the half-dead plant you always forgot to water.
ââŚWhat the hell?â you mumbled, sitting up with a groan. Your thighs ached. Your neck had a few suspicious marks. And between your legs⌠well, you definitely felt what had happened last night.
You looked down. You were wearing an oversized black t-shirt that definitely wasnât yours. It smelled like expensive cologne and Chan.
Before you could process anything, your bedroom door burst open.
âGOOD MORNING, MISS âI donât go home with famous guysâ!â Mina sang loudly, walking in with two cups of coffee like she owned the place. She was already fully dressed, makeup on, looking far too energetic for someone who had been at the same party.
You stared at her, brain still buffering.
âMinaâŚ? Howâ when did I get home?â
Mina grinned like a shark that had just smelled blood. She sat on the edge of your bed and handed you one of the coffees.
âChan brought you home around 7 AM. You were dead asleep in his arms like a little princess. He carried you from the car all the way to your bed. Very romantic, by the way. I almost took pictures but I was being respectful.â
You blinked slowly, trying to connect the dots.
âI⌠donât remember that at all.â
âYeah, because you were completely knocked out,â Mina laughed. âHe knocked on the door, holding you like a bride, and asked if he could put you in bed. I obviously said yes. Then he tucked you in, kissed your forehead, and told me to text him when you woke up. Very smooth. Very hot. 10/10.â
You pulled the blanket over your head, groaning loudly.
âOh my god. I canât believe I let him bring me home. I was supposed to call an Uber or something. I wasnât planning on⌠staying the night.â
Mina yanked the blanket down, eyes sparkling with pure evil delight.
âGirl. You disappeared with Bang Chan for hours. You came back wearing his shirt, covered in hickeys, and walking like you rode a mechanical bull for six rounds. Donât even try to play shy now. Spill. How was it? Was he big? Did he eat it good? Was he rough? I need details, bestie. I stayed up waiting for this.â
You buried your face in your hands, cheeks burning.
âMina, Iâ we⌠yeah. A lot. Multiple times. He was⌠very enthusiastic. And vocal. Like, really vocal. Whiny. Moaning a lot. And he has stamina from hell. I lost count after the third round.â
Mina screamed dramatically and shook your shoulders.
âI knew it! I fucking knew it! The way he was eye-fucking you at the table? I told you! And he brought you home? Thatâs boyfriend behavior. Pilots donât usually do that.â
You peeked through your fingers, still mortified.
âI woke up thinking I was still in his penthouse⌠and now Iâm here. I donât even remember leaving his bed. I just remember⌠being really tired and him kissing my hair.â
Mina fake-swooned, hand on her chest.
âHe kissed your hair? Iâm gonna cry. Thatâs so cute. So heâs a gentleman after rearranging your guts? I respect it.â
You threw a pillow at her, laughing despite your embarrassment.
âStop! I feel like I got hit by a truck. My legs are dead. I think I have bruises on my ass. He spanked me. A lot.â
Minaâs eyes widened with pure joy.
âYes! King behavior! Did he pull your hair too? Choke you? Tell me heâs a freak, I need this.â
You nodded, hiding your face again.
âHeâs⌠very freaky. But also sweet after. He showered with me, gave me his shirt, carried me to bed⌠I donât know what to think. I literally went from âIâm not that kind of girlâ to âlet me ride you while you fill me upâ in one night.â
Mina cackled, almost spilling her coffee.
âWelcome to the club, bestie. One night with Bang Chan and youâre walking funny. Iâm so proud of you. My little slut is all grown up.â
You groaned again, but you were smiling.
âIâm never drinking again. Or going to parties. Or looking at Ferraris. Or handsome pilots. This was a mistake.â
Mina raised an eyebrow.
âSo⌠are you gonna text him?â
You paused.
ââŚMaybe. He told you to let him know when I woke up.â
Mina grinned mischievously and pulled out her phone.
âAlready did. I sent him a picture of you sleeping with his shirt on. Caption: âYour girl is alive. Barely.ââ
You screamed and lunged for her phone.
âMina!â
She laughed loudly, holding the phone away from you.
âRelax! He replied with a heart emoji and said heâll call you later. See? Heâs whipped already.â
You fell back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling, equal parts horrified and giddy.
âI canât believe I had sex with Bang Chan⌠multiple times⌠and now he wants to call me.â
Mina lay down next to you, bumping your shoulder.
âBest night of your life, right?â
You were quiet for a second, then smiled shyly.
ââŚYeah. It really was.â
Mina squealed and hugged you sideways.
âThatâs my girl! Now tell me everything. Start from when you left the party. I want the uncensored version.â
You were still lying in bed, laughing with Mina as you told her (with heavy censorship) some details from the night before. After a few minutes, you decided you really needed to change clothes. Your body was deliciously sore, but you couldnât stand wearing just Chanâs huge shirt anymore.
âWait, Iâm gonna change real quick,â you said, getting up slowly with a groan.
Mina dramatically threw herself onto your bed and took a sip of her coffee.
âGo ahead, take it all off. Iâve seen you naked plenty of times. No shame, you little slut.â
You rolled your eyes and pulled the oversized shirt over your head, leaving you in just your panties. Thatâs when it happened.
You looked down at your body to check the damage Chan had left⌠and froze.
Right in the center of your chest, between your breasts, was his signature in bold black permanent marker â big, stylish, exactly like the autographs he usually gives. And written right underneath it in clear capital letters:
âPROPERTY OF BANG CHAN"
You blinked. Once. Twice.
ââŚNo.â
Mina, who had been scrolling on her phone, looked up.
âWhatâs wrong?â
You pointed at your own chest in pure shock.
Minaâs eyes widened. She slowly sat up on the bed and let out the loudest scream youâd ever heard in your life.
âHOLY FUUUUUUUUCK!!!â
She jumped up and got closer, almost spilling her coffee, staring at your breasts like they were the most ridiculous masterpiece sheâd ever seen.
âHe signed them?! He literally signed your tits?! And wrote âPROPERTY OF BANG CHANâ?! Girl, this isnât fanfiction anymore, this is straight-up 2000s porn plot shit!â
You stood there, mouth open, still staring down at your chest.
âI⌠I canât believe he did this. When the hell did he evenâŚ?â
âProbably while you were passed out from all the orgasms,â Mina said with zero filter, still staring. âJesus Christ, look at his handwriting. Itâs actually pretty. The man has style even when marking his territory.â
You covered your face with both hands, mortified but also laughing nervously.
âIâm going to kill him. I swear to God Iâm going to kill him. How am I supposed to remove this? Itâs permanent marker! Mina, I have a meeting tomorrow!â
Mina burst out laughing, holding her stomach.
âImagine you in a serious meeting, open your blazer and there it is â âProperty of Bang Chanâ written across your tits. Best presentation of your life.â
âStop laughing! This isnât funny!â you complained, but you were already laughing with her, half-hysterical.
âItâs extremely funny! The man fucked you until your brain melted and still had time to autograph you like you were one of his posters. This is peak degeneracy. He treated you like an official trophy.â
You looked down at your chest again and sighed, gently running your fingers over the signature.
ââŚHis handwriting is kind of nice, though.â
Mina threw a pillow at your face.
âDonât you dare start thinking itâs cute! He literally branded you like cattle! Next step is a collar with his name on it.â
You laughed, shaking your head as you walked to the mirror to see it better.
âI still canât believe I let him do this. I donât even remember him grabbing a pen. I must have blacked out hard.â
âYou blacked out so hard that he managed to bring you home, put you in bed, and you still didnât wake up,â Mina said, standing behind you and looking at your reflection in the mirror. âBut honestly⌠it looks kinda aesthetic. If you two ever break up, you could sell your tits as official Bang Chan memorabilia. Youâd make a fortune.â
You turned to her, pretending to be shocked.
âYou are a horrible person.â
âAnd youâre the girl who woke up with a famous pilotâs signature on her boobs. Weâre perfect for each other.â
You shook your head, still laughing, and started looking for clothes that could hide the âartworkâ as much as possible.
Just then, your phone vibrated on the nightstand.
It was a message from Chan.
Chan:
Good morning, beautiful. How are you feeling? Did you see my little gift yet? đ
You showed the screen to Mina.
She screamed again.
âHeâs even worse than I thought. Reply right now. Tell him youâre getting it tattooed permanently.â
You threw the phone onto the bed, laughing and dying of embarrassment at the same time.
summary: chan accidentally airdrops you something, and that ends up with the two of you starting to go on dates. that makes you a perfect new addition to his body count(not the sexual one) but you escape when he tries to kill you, and he ends up missing you. then falling for you. then not being able to let go of you.
warnings: non idol au, violence, serial murder, blood references, problematic main characters, codependency, implied stalking, chan breaking into your fucking home, obsessive love, mentions of sex but no smut written, not as funny as my first fic
word count: 10k
your phone pings. itâs an airdrop.
chrisâs iphone would like to share a note
you frown. you donât know a chris. but you accept it anyway.
youâre sitting in a public place. we donât even have to name it because itâs not significant for the story whatsoever(iâm lazy to think of anything) the world is going on around you. a baby crying. someone aggressively typing on a laptop. you? cute outfit, jeans, pink sweater. minding your business. then the airdrop notification comes. a note.
the pink sweater girl looks cute
you freeze.
pink. sweater.
you look down at yourself. confirmed. you are, in fact, the pink sweater girl. congratulations.
your head lifts slowly, like an animal sensing danger, except instead of a predator itâs⌠men. two of them. mid twenties. baseball caps. both holding their phones, one obviously because he sent the note, the other because he received it. theyâre grinning at each other, doing that handshake dap half hug thing men invented instead of therapy. (like in my other fic iâll just clarify instead of describing looks, itâs felix and chan)
then they both glance up, because itâs natural that youâre gonna look at someone youâre talking about.
they make eye contact with you.
and immediately look away.
pink sweater girl (you) glances back down at the phone. maybe coincidence. but no, one of them looks at his screen again. you physically watch the realization crawl across his face. eyebrows lift. smile drops. eyes flick to you. back to phone. back to you.
oh no.
oh no, he sent it to you.
he smacks his friendâs arm.
friend looks at the phone. friend says a silent âOHHHHHâ
the other one, who airdropped you, runs a hand over his face like when he remembered he left a body somewhere.
soon, he mans himself up and you watch him approach. up close, heâs annoyingly good looking, great body, a smile with a huge body count. (socially and not socially)
âhey.â he says, smooth.
you look at him. âyou airdropped me, right?â
he laughs. itâs beautiful. disarming. suspicious. âokay, in my defense, that was meant for him.â he points to his friend, who gives a useless little wave.
âin your defense, thatâs worse.â
âyeah, no, thatâs fair. i was just trying to tell my friend you looked cute.â he continues. âprivately. sorry.â
you stare at him.
âcan i sit?â he asks, already halfway sitting.
you do not say no. heâs cute.
âchris. chan. whatever you like.â he says, offering his hand.
ââŚy/n.â you say, accepting it and smiling now. because he deserves it, he came over with a good intention after all. (absolutely not.)
âsoooâŚâ he says, nodding at your phone. âscale of one to calling the police, how bad was that first impression?â
you look at him. this disaster of a man. then sigh. âiâll let it slide. for now.â
he laughs, and itâs absolutely beautiful.
you donât know it yet, but this is the worst luck of your life. because chan is very good at what he does. just not at this.
you start seeing him. not dates, just casual hangouts, or accidental meets. first itâs âoh youâre here again?â at the same spot. then itâs âi was in the areaâ which is a lie because no one is ever in the area of that place on purpose. then itâs full blown planned-but-we-pretend-itâs-not thingy.
he asks about you. remembers things. you go on walks, sit in parks, get food. he does that thing where he walks on the outside of the sidewalk like a gentleman, which is unnecessary and honestly feels like heâs preparing for a car to jump the curb at all times.
he never overshares. but not in a shady way. in a âhealthy boundaries kingâ way. which is honestly more alarming. who taught him that.
you like him.
you like how he listens. how he teases you without being mean. how he never pushes. how being around him feels calm. and yeah, sure, how good he looks. and his money. so when he invites you over one evening, you say:
âyeah. okay.â
and chan smiles, and itâs warm and bright and absolutely not the face of a man with a secret life.
âcool.â he says. âcool, cool.â
and yeah, his place is⌠annoyingly nice. because youâre there now.
you step inside. âshoes off?â you ask.
âyeah, i mean, only if you want. no pressure. iâm not like, a shoe cop.â
he is absolutely a shoe cop. you take them off.
you hang out on the couch while he cooks. itâs unsettling how good he is at being gentle. at some point he hands you a spoon to taste the sauce. your fingers brush. he pretends that didnât affect him, but it did. you can tell. this idiot is gone for you.
you eat. you talk. he remembers that story you told three weeks ago about your third grade enemy. who remembers that? psychos. and⌠boyfriends.
you laugh a lot. he looks at you like thatâs the best sound heâs ever heard, which would be cute if it wasnât a lie. and if the best sound heâs ever heard wouldnât actually be his victims screaming.
while other kids learned empathy, chan learned curiosity. in like⌠the worst direction. he didnât feel things the way he was supposed to. he studied them instead. it started with things that made adults say boys will be boys when they really shouldâve said we need several professionals immediately.
he grew up. got smarter. learned the rules. learned how to smile at the right times. how to mirror. how to be what people needed. he built a version of himself that could pass.
and heâs very, very good at it.
later, youâre still talking, closer now. the air shifts. quieter. charged.
âyou trust me?â he asks.
you shrug. âi mean. you havenât murdered me yet.â
he smiles. but it doesnât reach his eyes this time. something moves behind them.
he stands. slow, calm. too calm.
and there it is. the vibe shift. the sudden, bone deep understanding that prey animals probably get right before they bolt.
your body knows before your brain does. âchan?â
âi didnât want it to be you.â his voice is gentle, almost sad.
EXCUSE ME?
âokay.â you say, standing up too. âweâre gonna rewind, actuallyââ
you move back a step. he moves forward.
he reaches for you.
you react on pure survival instinct and shove him, harder than you knew you could.
he stumbles back into the coffee table. something crashes. a lamp.
you look at him, realizing your situation. realizing that this is not a game anymore and not cute. so you step backwards, then start running to the door.
footsteps. coming after you.
the situation has escalated in a way that feels, frankly, rude.
youâre trying to open the front door, which is locked, when you hear the kitchen drawer. th specific metal on wood sound every human being recognizes. you donât need to look to know he got a knife out.
when he starts coming your way from the kitchen, you run into the living room again.
you turn.
heâs there, knife in hand.
you both just stand there for a second, breathing.
you point at the knife. âso thatâs new.â
âyeah.â he says, like he also just noticed it. âthat escalated.â
âyou think?â
silence stretches. heâs watching you carefully.
you swallow. âare you, like⌠a psycho? or whatâs the deal here?â
he exhales through his nose. âyeah.â he says after a second. âi mean. thatâs the short version.â
you shift a step sideways. he mirrors you, slow.
âlike⌠diagnosed?â you ask.
âno.â
âself aware?â
âmm.â a shrug. âi know iâm not like other people.â
âi can tell.â
you keep circling the coffee table. itâs almost calm, if you ignore the knife. donât ignore the knife.
âyou do this a lot?â you ask.
âyeah.â
âhow many?â
he thinks, not counting, recalling. âuh. i donât know. i stopped keeping track.â
âright.â
a beat.
âthatâs not great.â you say.
âmm.â
you both pause as you accidentally end up at the same side of the table. you both adjust. social awareness king even now.
âyou were normal.â you say. âthatâs annoying.â
âi am normal.â he says.
you just stare at him.
he gestures at himself. âi have a job. i pay rent. i recycle.â
âyou also kill people.â
âyeah.â
âyou ever try therapy?â you ask.
he gives you a look. âyou think iâd say this out loud in a room with a stranger?â
âfair.â
a weird silence settles. your heart is slamming.
âso what, youâre just gonna⌠do it?â you ask.
âyeah.â
you grab the nearest object without looking, a hardcover book, and whip it at his head.
it hits his shoulder. he barely reacts.
you grab a pillow. throw it. it lands on the floor.
he actually looks offended by that one. âyou could at least try.â
âoh, shut up, dude. i am trying.â
âare you?â
âi am.â
âyouâre clearly not.â
âi am so trying.â
you make a quick step. so does he. you stop. so does he.
you keep on circling. âso what, this is like⌠a hobby? what are we talking? youâre, what, secretly evil? since when?â
âalways, kinda.â
âcool.â
he shrugs one shoulder.
âi donât feel things that much, not like other people do.â he says. âdidnât. ever. i learned how to act like i do. most of the time itâs fine. i can do the right responses, itâs just⌠not attached to anything.â
âthat sucks.â
âitâs not like a choice-choice.â he adds. âitâs just how it is.â
âyeah, i gathered you didnât wake up and decided to kill someone today.ââ
a beat.
ââŚi mean.â he says.
âoh.â
âyeeeaah.â
he lifts the knife slightly. the circling slows. youâre both just standing now, a few feet apart. the room feels too small.
âso what, you just decided people were the move?â you ask.
âanimals first.â he says. âwhen i was a kid.â
you close your eyes. âof course.â
âi wanted to see how things worked.â
âyeah. most kids use youtube or pornhub.â
you keep moving. backward. he mirrors you, forward.
you reach behind you, grab a little plant off a shelf, and throw it at him. you miss and it hits the wall. doesnât break, but falls loud.
âplease stop throwing my stuff.â chan whispers.
âstop trying to stab me.
âbut thatâs⌠different.â
silence.
he speaks again. seems like he enjoys talking about himself. âitâs not, like, a trauma thing. before you ask.â
âi wasnât going to ask.â
âalright.â
you stop circling. he stops too. you resume. so does he.
âyou ever try, like, not killing people?â you ask.
âyeah. it builds up.â
you stare at him. âthatâs insane. no offense.â
ânone taken.â
a bit of silence. tension.
your voice is softer when you speak next. âso what, i was just⌠next?â
he keeps eye contact when he nods. heâs not shy about wanting to kill you.
âsorry.â he says, not sincere. you know that too, and he knows you know.
your eyes flick to the hallway. distance. objects.
he notices.
the vibe shifts again. decision time.
his grip tightens slightly on the knife.
you run to the kitchen. you donât know why.
heâs right behind you now. closer. you can hear his breathing, still steady. thatâs the worst part bro, this is cardio for you and a light walk for him.
you grab a chair, shove it behind you, it slows him maybe half a second. you throw a dish towel. useless.
âstop throwing soft things.â he calls, mildly.
âshut up.â
you reach the counter, hands scrambling blindly. you fling a fruit bowl. apples everywhere, and only one nails him in the chest.
he looks down at it like it was a little bird flying into him.
you run again.
hallway, bedroom. wrong choice. always a wrong choice.
you spin back out before he can corner you, nearly colliding with him. you both jolt back on instinct, like two strangers doing the awkward sidewalk dance.
âsorry.â you both say at the same time.
your foot hurts. you look down, then look back up at him.
âyou stepped on my foot.â you say.
chan blinks, then looks down. âoh.â
you slap his arm. âwatch it.â
âmy bad.â
your heart is beating so hard itâs starting to make you feel dizzy.
you look at him again. âyouâre not even out of breath.â you say.
âi run.â he replies.
âof course you do.â
you start moving again, slower now, both of you drifting sideways in the narrow hallway.
he studies you. he feels the usual things, the focus, the clarity, the feeling in his chest thatâs been with him since he was a kid standing in a backyard with some small and warm animal in his hands, wondering what would happen if he would cut it up. and he did, later.
but itâs tangled now. weird. something else joined it. irritation, interest, an unfamiliar something.
âyouâre not scared?â he asks.
âiâm terrified.â honest.
he searches your face. he adjusts his grip on the knife.
you both shift at the same time again, hallway too small, lives too big for this space. you shoulder brushes his chest and your body flinches.
he notices that. there it is. the fear. not in your face, but the recoil. in the space your body tries to create.
you move first, sudden, slipping past him again.
behind you, he turns smoothly. and now he knows youâre scared.
you round the corner into the living room again, lungs burning, legs starting to feel unreliable. behind you, his footsteps.
âyour layout sucks.â you say, breathless.
âyeah, iâve been meaning to open it up.â he replies, right there behind you. oh, not rushing at all, enjoying the chase.
you grab the back of a chair and drag it behind you like thatâs going to stop a man who jogs daily and murders as a hobby.
âdo you stretch before this?â you ask.
âusually.â
âgood for you.â
you both slow again, circling opposite sides of the couch now. itâs absurdly normal looking.
âyou could just sit down.â he says.
âso could you.â
âwhen weâre done, maybe.â
you both adjust direction at the same time again. that awkward almost collision energy thing.
âdoes anyone know?â you ask, breath tight. âabout⌠this. about you.â
âno.â
âno one at all?â
âno.â
âfriends?â
he gives you a look.
âright.â you say. âi suppose we donât count felix either.â
a pause.
âit must be lonely.â you add, before you can stop yourself.
he doesnât react right away. just watches you. then says âow.â but like in that sassy way.
you clock the sign in his eyes that your words did get to him.
you also clock the plate rack by the sink.
you get a plate, then turn back toward him. âthis is such a stupid way to spend a night, by the way.â
âi was having a good time earlier.â he says.
âyeah. same.â
he shifts his weight, just a second. adjusting his grip.
seeing that as your window, you move, fast. you adjust your grip on the plate and swing.
it connects with the side of his head with a horrible, solid sound. the porcelain shatters. chan drops the knife, and his knees buckle.
then he drops to the floor.
you stand there, plate shard in hand, chest heaving.
you wait.
one second, two. chan doesnât move.
âoh my god.â you breathe. âoh my god.â
your hands start shaking now. bad. delayed reaction finally cashing in or whatever they call this shi.
you kick the knife away far, under the table.
heâs out. actually out.
you donât check his pulse, you donât lean closer, and you most definitely donât do anything brave or smart or wise. you just search his pockets for keys with shaking hands, and when you have them, you run.
you donât even put your shoes on, you just unlock the door and yank it open, stumble into the hallway, slam it behind you like that helps. and you donât look back. you go down the stairs, out the building. you donât stop until the building is small behind you. then smaller, then gone.
your phone is in your pocket, you know that. police exist. you know that too.
and you donât call them.
maybe youâre in shock. maybe you donât want to explain any of this out loud. maybe some part of your brain hasnât caught up and still thinks this was just a very bad date. or maybe itâs the look on his face earlier. when you said lonely. that half second of something almost human, under everything else he is, which is an animal. or maybeâŚ
you donât know.
you just go home. and you donât call.
now, itâs been a few days since that. which is insane, by the way. you havenât slept right since that night. every noise is a thing, and every man with dark hair gets a double take. but youâre here. living uour life.
youâre at work now. youâre halfway through lunch, sitting with two coworkers, when the office door opens. no one looks at first, then omeone does a little ââŚoh?â
you glance over.
a delivery guy stands there holding the largest fucking bouquet youâve ever seen. itâs fucking brutal. genuinely.
he looks around. âuh, i have a delivery for y/n.â
your stomach drops so fast like when you miss a step on the stairs.
your friends light up. âOOOHHH.â one of them says. âokayyyy, secret admirer!â
you take the flowers. theyâre heavy, man.
âwhoâs it from?â one of them asks.
âthereâs a card.â you say.
you slide the little envelope out with fingers that only shake a little if you donât look directly at them.
you open it.
you left without your shoes.
rude.
i had a good time, though. youâre hard to plan for. i like that.
dinner again soon? iâll be more careful.
-chan
your vision tunnels. sound goes weird. like youâre underwater and that fuckass coworker of yours is speaking from the surface.
you never told him where you work, not once, not accidentally. you are extremely careful with that, always have been. your brain starts flipping through memories. meeting him, coffee shop, park, walks, his place. thatâs it.
âthatâs so romantic.â one of your coworkers says, peeking over your shoulder. âwait, what does that mean, âmore carefulâ? thatâs kind of dark haha.â
you fold the card slowly. âyeah.â you say. your mouth is dry. âheâs⌠weird.â
understatement of the fucking century.
you look at the flowers again. big, expensive, smelling good.
he knows where you work.
he sent this during business hours.
he wanted you to open it here. in public. surrounded.
your heart is trying to punch its way out of your chest now. your skin feels too tight, too hot. youâre going to fucking collapse right here right now.
heâs not done, not embarrassed, not scared. heâs enjoying this.
âare you okay?â your coworker asks, finally noticing your face.
you nod. âyeah. yeah, i just, uh. need some air.â you stand up too fast. the chair screeches, too loud. everythingâs too loud. you carry the bouquet with you because leaving it feels like heâll see it.
out in the hallway, the smile drops off your face.
âfuck.â you whisper, hands shaking so hard the flowers shake too.
he found you.
he waited.
he sent a gift.
somewhere, deep under the terror, under the nausea, under the oh my god he could be outside right now, you understand something. you didnât call the police. and now he thinks this is still between just you and him. which, in his fucked up brain, means youâre still playing.
you throw the flowers into the trash.
to get home, you get a taxi, check the mirrors every thirty seconds, heart banging against your ribs the whole ride. when you get to your building, you scan the street. nothing.
you go inside, up the stairs, keys between your fingers like claws even though you know damn well that doesnât do much.
you hands are shaking when you unlock your door.
you step in, and flip the light switch.
âiâll get that.â
the door shuts behind you with a soft, final click.
your brain doesnât process it, not at first. the voice comes to your ears before the meaning does.
then it... it wasnât you saying that. it was a manâs voice telling you heâll get that.
you turn, and chan is. inside. your. apartment. heâs been waiting. relaxed, jacket off, weapon nowhere visible, which feels worse, more suspicious.
you suck in air to scream, but his hand covers your mouth instantly. other hand reaches past you, calmly turning the lock.
âmm-mm.â he murmurs, correcting you.
your whole body goes rigid, panic blowing up in your body so fast it almost whites you out. you claw at his wrist, trying to twist away, breath coming sharp through your nose.
he looks at you, softly, then he puts a finger to his lips.
shh.
you want to bite him. you want to claw his eyes out. you want to wake up.
after a second, he slowly takes his hand off your mouth.
you stumble back from him.
âwhat the fuck is wrong with you?!â you cry out, voice loud and shaking and furious. âwhat the FUCK is WRONG with you?!â
you shove his chest. hard. he rocks back half a step, not surprised nor affected.
âare you actually insane? you broke into my apartment?! you followed me to work?! what the fuck is this?! are you out of your fucking mind??â
you shove him again. he lets you.
âhow did you even survive?â you ask.
âi have a hard head.â he says.
âyeah, no shit!â
he glances around your apartment. takes it in. the photos. the couch. your dumb little lamp. then, calm as ever: âwhere are the flowers?â
you stare at him. âare youâ i threw them out!â
he frowns. âthey were expensive.â
âi donât give a fuck, chris!â
you shove him again, and this time itâs messy, more emotion than force. he lets you.
âthis is not a thing. this is a crime. multiple crimes. a fucking bundle pack of crimes. are you aware of what youâre doing?â you ask.
he watches you. its creepy, seeing nothing behind those eyes. âyou didnât call the police.â
âthat does not mean i want you around.â
âit means something.â he says.
âit means i was in shock, you psycho!â
a beat.
âwhat do you want from me?!â
silence.
âi want to take you out.â
you canât even blink. âwhat.â
âon a date.â
you just stare at him. âyou broke into my house.â
âyeah.â
âyou tried to kill me.â
âyeah.â
âyou stalked me.â
âmhm.â
you stare at him. you actually canât fucking believe this is happening. âare you concussed? is the plate thing delayed?â
âi mean it.â
âyou TRIED TO KILL ME.â
he nods once. âthat part didnât go how i thought.â
you make a sound. âno. are you hearing yourself?â
âi donât want to kill you.â he says.
âyou already tried!â
âthat was before.â
âbefore WHAT?!â
he runs a hand through his hair. âbefore i knew.â
âknew what, that i have a job?!â
âthat i like you.â
you just look at him. flat. done. âthat is not my problem.â
he steps closer, not fast this time and not grabbing you. âplease.â
you freeze. that word does not belong in his mouth.
âdonât do that, you fucker.â you warn.
âi canât stop thinking about you.â he says, voice changing. âyouâre in my head all the time. that doesnât happen. ever.â
âthat is not romantic, chan.â you say. âthat is a medical issue.â
âi donât care.â he says. âjust one. one date. in public. you pick the place, and i wonât bring anything. i wonâtââ he gestures. âi just want to sit across from you again.â
âyou are insane.â
âi know.â
âyou need help.â
âprobably.â
you shake your head, backing away. âno. you donât beg your way into my life after THIS.â
âi donât know how else to do it.â he says, honest, but still not emotional.
âgo to therapy.â
ây/n.â
âchan, i would rather fight a bear.â
he looks genuinely stressed now. this is the hardest thing heâs ever done, and that includes murder.
âplease.â he says. âi donât want to stop seeing you.â
your heart is still racing, and your fear is still there, but now thereâs something else in the room too. your brain is actually debating it.
his shoulders drop, his voice lowers, stepping into a different character.
âiâm not right.â he says. âyou know that. iâve never been right.â
ohhh here we fucking go.
you fold your arms. âdonât.â
âi didnât choose this.â he continues, staring at the floor now. âiâve always been like this. since i was a kid. somethingâs missing.â
yea sure bro throw the tragic backstory card in. fucking asshole.
âi try.â he says. âi watch how people act. i copy it. i learned how to be normal. thatâs work, all the time. you have no idea how hard that is.â
you just look at him.
yeah, maybe thatâs true. and also not your fucking problem.
âi donât connect to people.â he goes on. ânot really. theyâre just⌠animals. but youâre not. and i donât know what to do with that.â
he runs a hand over his face like heâs exhausted by being a horrible person.
you feel it, the pull. the very human reflex to soften when someone sounds sad. to help, to be there.
THIS IS MANIPULATION.
self pity. poor me, iâm wired wrong, look how hard my life is, please ignore the crimes.
heâs not confessing for you. heâs building a case for himself. every sentence is donât hold me accountable in a vulnerability act.
you point at him. âcut it the fuck off.â
he looks up.
âthat.â you say. âthat thing youâre doing? the sad little âiâm fucked up, life is hardâ speech? shut the fuck up.â
he blinks.
âi donât care if youâre sad about you being the way you are. you are still choosing to do shit. repeatedly. that wasnât an apology. that was acting, chan.â
silence.
ââŚyeah.â he admits.
silence stretches.
âokay.â he says finally.
âokay what.â
âi wonât do that.â
âgood.â
another pause.
âcan i have a glass of water?â he asks.
you stare at him.
âyou broke into my home.â you say slowly.
âyeah. iâm still thirsty.â
unbelievable.
you walk to the kitchen, grab a glass, fill it. your hands are steadier now, weirdly. you hand it to him.
âthanks.â he says, and drinks it. it looks adorable.
you sit on the arm of the couch, watching him.
âyou donât show up unannounced anymore.â you say.
âokay.â
âyou donât follow me to work.â
âokay.â
âyou donât send me anything. ever. no gifts. no notes. no bullshit.â
ââŚokay.â
âyou donât come here again.â
he hesitates.
you glare.
ââŚokay.â
âsay it like you mean it.â
âi wonât come here again.â
you study him. he means it the way he means things, not emotionally, but as a rule.
he hands the empty glass back to you. âbathroom?â
you point down the hall automatically, then freeze. âwhy did i justââ
âthanks.â he says, already walking.
you rub your face. âfucking asshole.â
from the hallway: âi can hear you.â
âgood.â
he comes back a minute later, drying his hands on his jeans. âyou can pick where we go.â he says.
âsomewhere loud, with people. cameras. witnesses. preferably a location with multiple exits.â
âokay.â
you rub your temples. âjesus.â
âthereâs that that place onââ
âno.â
âwhy?â
âtoo dim.â
âokay.â
âno place with booths.â
ââŚokay.â
âno parks. no walking after.â
âi get it.â
âi donât think you do.â
he actually pulls his phone out. âtomorrow?â he asks.
âno, i need time.â
âfor what?â
âto process this shit.â
he nods. âtwo days?â
you shrug. âfine. two days. six pm. that diner about half an hour away, the ugly one.â
he smiles faintly. âi know it.â
he knows every location within a mile radius of your existence. fantastic.
âyou arrive alone.â you say. âyou sit the whole time and you donât follow me if i leave.â
a pause. then âokay.â
you narrow your eyes. âthat one took too long.â
âiâm adjusting.â chan says.
you just shake your head. this is brutal. you actually canât believe this is happening to you, bro.
you point to the door. âleave.â
he walks to the door, unlocks it, opens it. normal movements. ordinary. then he leaves without a word. which is weirder than the whole thing that just happened between the two of you, because⌠who the fuck leaves without saying bye? what is this guyâs fucking problem???
âfucking psycho.â you whisper to the empty apartment.
and the date ends up going⌠fine. yeah, itâs fine, no use denying whatâs true. women look at him, one at the counter full on stares, another smiles when he walks past to sit down. heads turn. it pisses you off more than it flatters you, because this shouldnât feel like anything, but it does.
chan does not notice a single one. heâs only looking at you. and he doesnât say anything weird. you talk about surface things, work, movies, people, how the place looks.
it feels like sitting across from a guy. just a guy.
and just like that, you two become a thing. not a relationship, you donât call it that, or at least donât want to. you donât label it, and you donât tell people.
you meet in public places, always your choice, always crowded. he follows the rules with unsettling precision, bc heâs terrified of breaking the system you built. coffee shops. sometimes you take him with you for late night grocery shoppings.
weeks pass. then months. you discover chan listens more than he talks, now that he knows he can show you the real him. asks questions that are too observant. remembers everything. your schedule shifts? he notices. youâre tired? he notices. you cut your hair half an inch? he notices.
he never brings up what he is, and you never pretend you forgot. but sometimes you forget for ten minutes. fifteen, if youâre laughing. then heâll say something slightly off, creepy, detached, and you remember you are building something⌠something like this.
you also start recognizing the difference between how he looks at strangers and how he looks at you.
strangers: flat, measuring.
you: focused, curious.
you two fight a lot.
âyou were ghosting me.â you snap once outside a cafe, acting like you werenât begging him to leave you alone months before. yes, you caring about him not answering says a lot already.
âi wasnât ghosting. i was busy.â
âwith what, burying a body?â
âyou donât want the real answer.â
ââŚcorrect.â
and sometimes he says things that remind you what he is. being too calm about violence in movies, too accurate about how long it takes for people to notice someone missing.
creep.
then to top it off, youâre coming home once. itâs not even that late, but you didnât have a good day. ready to go to bed, you open your apartment door and⌠chan is sitting on your couch. you just stare at him.
âhi.â he says.
you close the door very slowly. âwe had a rule.â
âmhm.â
âthen why are you here?â
âi wanted to see you.â
youâre so tired for this right now. âyou canât just show up when you feel like it.â you say, dropping your bag. âi thought iâve made that clear.â
he stands when you step closer, and now youâre in his space, pushing his chest with your palm.
âyou donât listen.â you say, but your tone is gentle. attractive. âyou just decide things.â
âi do listen.â
âno, you donât.â you shove him again. he lets you, because youâre not trying to hurt him, youâre trying to move the frustration out of your body.
you push him once more, and he catches your wrists. not tight at all, he would never, just stopping you.
you freeze. heâs close. closer than heâs ever been without space or witnesses or rules between the two of you.
âlet go.â you say.
âyouâre shaking.â he says.
âbecause you broke into my home again, you psycho!â
your breathing is uneven, anger, fear, a throw up of emotions inside of you.
a beat hangs.
then he leans in and kisses you. soft, careful. especially soft.
you just⌠stop. you canât really process it, but your body knows it likes it. so much.
after a second, you pull back. âwhat the fuck.â you breathe.
âi wanted to do that.â he says.
âthatâs notâ you donât justâ you ASKââ
âi didnât know how else to let you know.â he says, frustrated for real now. âi donât know how to make you feel what i feel.â
you stand there, heart racing, furious and rattled and very, very aware of how close he is.
but what says the most, is that you donât tell him to leave.
after that, things change to be closer. he sits next to you sometimes, shoulder to shoulder. he doesnât reach unless you do first. you two also argue a lot, you call him out constantly. he doesnât get offended though.
the rule about your apartment is the only one he canât keep. you catch him multiple times sitting on the steps outside your building when you get home, leaning against the wall down the hall like he was just in the area which is bullshit and you both know it.
âyou said you wouldnât come here.â you tell him every time.
âi know.â he says every time.
he means the apology, he just doesnât stop.
tonight, youâre both on the couch. your show is playing, but neither of you are watching it. heâs on the other end at first.
you can feel him looking at you, though.
âwhat?â you say without looking at him.
ânothing.â
you glance over. heâs already closer than he was a minute ago. you didnât see him move.
âchan.â
âyeah?â
âyouâre doing the weird staring thing.â
he shifts slowly. he puts one knee on the couch, then the other. then heâs pathetically moving toward you on all fours, careful. what a pathetic little bitch.
he stops right in front of you, close enough that you can feel his breath on your face. his hands press into the couch on either side of you, but heâs not trapping you. thereâs room to move.
relief crosses his pretty face, then he leans in and kisses you, slow. and now, you let yourself feel it.
you know itâs wrong, you know itâs fucked, and you know every rule you built bent tonight. but youâre tired of fighting every second. so you donât pretend. you just accept the truth.
you forgave him.
which is, objectively? morally? spiritually? a terrible decision. absolute clown behavior. girl what the fuck.
but you like him.
so yeah. youâve accepted that heâs kinda your boyfriend now. and he feels that. he feels that you let go now, and how does he show that he gets you? heâs always touching you.
not grabby, just wants contact. his hand on your knee. fingers hooked in your sleeve. his forehead against your shoulder.
âyouâre on me.â you mutter.
âyeah.â
âwhy.â
a pause. you can feel him thinking. ââŚi like it.â
you sigh but donât move him. because you like it too.
you never ask where heâs been when he disappears for a night, and he never tells you. well, he would, but he knows you donât want to hear it.
youâre in the kitchen one night and heâs literally following you step for step. you turn around suddenly and he almost walks into you.
âstop haunting me.â you murmur.
âi live here now, kinda.â he shrugs and reaches out, touching your face.
you end up laughing at him. god, heâs cute. (serial killer btw)
you know what he is, you know what youâre doing, and you most definitely know this ends badly in every possible timeline. but youâre the first person heâs ever wanted near him without an end goal. without wanting to chop you up. well, we know it started as that, but he doesnât want to do that anymore.
and thatâs why he keeps breaking the rule about your home. your place smells like you. sounds like you. is you. and god, he canât fucking stay away from you.
you, on the other hand, are not missing pieces like he does. yours are just⌠bent. you feel everything. too much, if anything. fear, guilt, affection, anger, all of it overlapping, constant. you donât lack a moral compass, you actively ignore it.
thatâs the difference.
you know heâs wrong. you know staying is wrong. you know your own bad decisions. still do them.
part of it is control. you survived him once, you set rules, and he follows most of them. being with him tricks your brain into thinking you have power over something you absolutely do not.
and part of it, is that you know youâre his only one. being the only picture of love for a powerful asshole like this feels fucking amazing.
most days, you exist in this strange middle smth. youâre on the couch, and heâs half draped over you, heavy, warm, his arms around you. he wants you all over him so much.
then one night, youâre in your apartment, barefoot, in the kitchen. when the door unlocks, your shoulders tense automatically, but then you relax, itâs chan. you gave him a key weeks ago after arguing with yourself for three straight days.
âhey.â you call.
when he doesnât answer, you turn. and your stomach drops so hard you feel it in your knees.
thereâs blood on his shirt. not a little, not a cut. itâs smeared across the front. dark and drying.
âchris.â you say.
he looks at you, calm, eyes clear and⌠too clear.
âwhat happened?â you ask, voice already shaking.
he glances down at himself like he forgot. âoh.â
OH?
âyouâre bleeding?â you ask.
âno.â
âthen whose is that?â
a pause. he doesnât answer.
now, you get a taste of reality.
âchan.â you say, backing up. âno. no, no, no. not in my kitchen. not⌠donât bring that here.â
he goes still. âi didnât mean toââ
âi donât care what you meant!â
he steps toward you. you step back.
âyou saidâ you said youâd keep it away from me.â you say. âaway from my life.â
he looks⌠off balance. his smart but fucked up little brain obviously doesnât know what to do with this. âi donât want you to look at me like that.â he says quietly.
âlike what?!â
âlike iâmââ
âwhat you are?â
that hits, you can tell. he exhales, shaky now. âi donât know how to split it.â he says. âi donât know how to be with you and not be⌠me.â
âthatâs not my job to fix!â
âi know.â
he closes the distance fast, desperate, and grabs you, holding on.
âi donât want you to leave.â chan says, pathetic suddenly. âi donâtââ
âyouâre not the victim.â youâre rigid in his arms. heart racing, hands hovering, not sure about what to do.
âi know.â he says again. âi know. i just⌠i donât know how to stop being this.â heâs clinging to you.
despite everything, the blood, the fear, the reality crashing in, you let him hold you. not because he deserves it, but because you stopped knowing how to let go.
âi messed up.â he says.
âno shit, chan.â you whisper, your tone affectionate despite how rude the words are.
âi didnât thinkââ
âthatâs the problem, baby. you donât think about what happens after. you just do it and then show up here.â
he runs a hand through his hair, leaving a smear across his forehead. oh your fucking god bro.
âi donât have anywhere else.â he says.
âthat is not my responsibility!â you raise your voice again. he deserves it.
his breathing changes, faster now. uneven. âi donât want you scared of me.â
âi am scared of you.â
he pulls you into him then, desperate. thatâs how he deals with all these feelings, it seems like. this is what he needs when itâs too much. your touch.
you stiffen, then shove at him weakly. âyouâre covered in bloodââ
âi know.â he says into your shoulder. his voice shakes, actually shakes. âi know. i know. i know.â
heâs freaking out now too. not about what he did, but about you pulling away.
then his hands drop from you. the air changes. ây/n, donât do this to me.â
you shake your head. âiâm not doing anything, chris. iâm reacting to the fact that you walked in here drenched in someone elseââ
âyou think youâre better than me.â he cuts in. he looks⌠scary. terrifying, actually. thatâs because heâs panicking.
ââŚi never said that.â
âyou donât have to.â
he steps back, running both hands through his hair, smearing red across his temples. he looks fucking crazy.
âyou knew what i was.â he says. âyou donât get to act shocked now.â
âiâm not acting!â you shout. âi am shocked! thereâs a difference between knowing and seeing it in my fucking living room!â
he kicks the leg of the coffee table hard enough that it scrapes across the floor. the sound makes you jump.
âi try.â he says, voice rising. âi follow your rules, your places, your times, your conditions, and the one time i canât clean it up perfectly, suddenly iâm too much.â
âyou are too much right now!â
that shuts him up for a second. his chest is rising fast, hands flexing, and you can see the restless, we can even say dangerous energy coming from his skin. from his body. not directed at you exactly, but not not either.
but you know heâs not losing control because of what he did. heâs losing control because he thinks heâs losing you. that fear, for him, doesnât look like retreat. it looks like attack.
âchan. baby.â you say, voice lower now, and you slowly step closer. âyouâre not losing me.â
his eyes are searching, suspicious, beautiful. âyou just said you were scared.â
âi am.â you say. âand it is what it is. but do you see me going anywhere?â you brush your hand over his pretty cheeks. âno. i just need you not to bring that here. i need separation. i need a line. not from you, but from other peopleâs guts in my living room. most people donât like that, and iâm one of them. and thatâs okay. it doesnât mean i like you any less, and you know that.â
his eyes flick to the blood on his hands. âi didnât think.â he mutters.
âi know. and thatâs okay. i know you didnât mean to hurt me.â
his breath shudders out of him.
âi donât want to fight you.â you add softly. not entirely true. you are furious. you are shaken. but you want him calm more than you want to win this moment. because calm means safe.
ââŚi can try.â he says. he means keeping allat human remains away from you, and you know that. no need for clarification. itâs not a promise, though. itâs the most he has.
you nod, because right now deescalation matters more than truth.
âthank you. go clean up.â you say quietly.
he doesnât move.
âbathroom.â you say. ânow.â
a beat, then he nods. obedient isnât the right word, itâs not submission. itâs⌠trust in your direction.
you lean up and press the smallest kiss on his cheek before he pulls away from you and goes to the bathroom.
when you can hear the water running from there, you stand, staring at nothing.
your boyfriend is in your bathroom washing blood off his hands.
your boyfriend.
you love him.
you shouldnât, but you so do.
when he comes back, heâs shirtless, hair damp, skin scrubbed red in places as if he tried to sand himself down to something cleaner underneath. he stands there awkwardly.
you open your arms. âcâmere, baby.â you insane fucking bitch.
chan comes to you immediately, no hesitation. he folds into you, arms wrapping around your waist, face pressing into your shoulder, into your neck. you hand goes to the back of his head automatically, fingers in his hair, the other hand spreads across his back.
heâs warm, solid, a man who has done unforgivable things. a man who melts the second you touch him like this.
âyouâre okay.â you murmur.
he exhales hard against your skin.
âi didnât mean to bring it here.â he murmurs.
âi know.â
is that fully true? does he mean it in the way you mean things? you donât know, but you know he didnât mean to hurt you. and thatâs the line you have chosen as enough.
you smooth your hand down his back slowly, repetitive. âyouâre okay.â you repeat. âyou didnât mean it.â
that part isnât true. he meant what he did out there. somewhere. to someone. but he didnât mean to crack open your safe space. he didnât mean to make you look at it.
âi donât want you scared.â he says into your shoulder, tightening his adorable grip on you.
âiâm not.â you lie softly. you are. you always are, a little. but you also know him, the way his system works, how he came here knowing this was a safe place.
you rest your cheek against his head.
you evil boyfriend. your terrifying, capable, deeply fucked up boyfriend. held in your arms like heâs the one who needs protection.
so yeah, that⌠went like that. he learned from it, you learned from it. you have calmed down about it since then.
and heâs still very, very gentle with you. for an example, youâre in the kitchen with him standing somewhere behind you. itâs morning. youâre pouring yourself tea, when you feel something nudge your elbow.
you look down. his mug has silently, slowly slid across the counter toward you.
you stare at him. âuse words.â
âtea.â
âyou are capable of full sentences.â
he considers that. âmore tea would be⌠good.â brutally charismatic dream man to the world btw.
you pour it.
âthanks.â he says quietly, hands wrapping around the mug.
itâs adorable, if you ignore literally everything else.
heâs on your dick constantly. touches. fingers hooking in your belt loop when you walk past. forehead pressing into your shoulder while youâre brushing your teeth. physical contact is how his little feelings come to the surface.
once, like in the MIDDLE of the fucking night, youâre asleep. actually calm in your sleep too, when the mattress dips.
you wake up just enough to process the arm that slides around your waist and a face pressing into the back of your neck.
you mumble, half conscious. âcold.â
âsorry.â chan whispers.
you reach back blindly, grabbing his wrist, pulling his arm tighter around you. you smell soap. strong. recently used. youâre awake enough to translate that into âhe recently killed somebody and just washed up then immediately came to youâ but too tired to think much of it. and too in comfort now that heâs here, so you fall back asleep.
in the morning, you will see his shirt in the sink, confirming your theory from last night. and you will not ask.
then one day you realize you stopped thinking of the worst when he comes home late. stopped asking where he was. and itâs not because of you wanting to ignore it anymore. itâs from acceptance now.
âyouâre late.â you say one night to the man who you once told to stay the fuck away from your place, and now wait for before going to bed.
âyeah.â chan answers.
you glance back. heâs standing there, a little too still. shirt in his hand this time.
you sigh, tired more than shocked. âshoes off. bathroom. now.â
he walks away. âsorry.â oh baby.
you turn back to the stove, fed tf up. âjesus.â you mutter, stirring harder. âi made pasta.â
from the hallway: âi like your pasta.â
âi know.â
he doesnât understand guilt the way people describe it. he understands consequences, and he understands loss. you are the only loss that terrifies him, because he loves you with his whole, damaged system. it should scare you more, and sometimes it does, but mostly, when heâs got his face buried in your neck, breathing slow, hands warm against your back, heâs just your boyfriend. your awful, terrifying, weird, quiet boyfriend.
and you love him so much.
sometimes, in very quiet moments, when heâs asleep beside you, face relaxed into something almost boyish, you study him.
this man ends lives.
this man panics if you donât text back.
and whatâs even more brutal is how he performs to the world. because he performs perfectly.
you watch it sometimes, and itâs fascinating. itâs horrifying. itâs the same face that rests in your lap at night, blank and quiet and only for you.
you remember the first time he walked up to you, charming, disarming.
you didnât stand a chance.
nobody does.
because he holds doors, makes eye contact like the person talking is the only one in the room. waiters like him, strangers tell him things, women glance twice. he laughs at the right volume, tips well, knows just enough about everything to keep conversations moving. heâs the guy moms hope their daughters bring home. heâs not shy to show you off, always behind you in public, arms loosely around your waist, chin on your shoulder.
you fell for that guy. then, you fell for the actual guy under the costume.
and the guy under the costume would do anything for you. youâre in a parking garage once after you asked him to take you shopping. youâre midsentence, telling him about something, keys in hand, when chan goes still. not even that dramatic fucking bullshit that movies do, just⌠still.
you notice because he was touching you a second ago, hand at your lower back, and now heâs not.
âwhat?â you ask.
his eyes are over your shoulder, and you turn. a guy is walking past too close, hoodie up, moving weird, fast, then slow. his gaze flicks between you, your bag, the car. your brain also starts doing that thing, the math, but chanâs obviously faster with it because he steps slightly in front of you.
âhey.â the random ass guy says(an: insert that âwhoâs thisâ meme from tiktok comments omfg guys), already too near. âyou got the time?â
âno.â chan replies, calm.
the guyâs hand moves, too fast. you, inexperienced little you, donât even process it fully, just that the motion is wrong. but chan is not inexperienced, and soon, there are bodies colliding with the side of the car. a grunt. a hard, final sound youâll pretend later you didnât recognize.
chan is standing.
the other guy isnât.
you stare.
âare you hurt?â you ask chan. thatâs your first question. not what just happened. not oh my god. chan is the first thing you care about, not even the violence anymore. that says a lot about your relationshipâs improvement.
âyeah.â he says.
you step closer immediately, checking him over, hands on his arms, his sides, his chest. your fingers come away shaking, but not from whatâs on them. from adrenaline.
âyou okay?â you ask again.
âiâm fine.â
your gaze flicks past him, to the body on the concrete. meanwhile chan looks at you because heâs waiting. for fear, for disgust, for the moment you finally see him clearly and fucking leave him.
you donât, well, you do see him clearly, but you also donât leave him. at all. you grab his jacket instead.
âletâs go.â you say.
when heâs driving you home, youâre scared, but not of him. youâre scared of what just rearranged inside you. because you replay it, the moment, the motion, the outcome, and your mind keeps landing on one thing.
chan moved without hesitation. between you and danger. and the only emotion that cuts through the shock is relief. relief that he was there.
while driving, he just reaches over slowly and puts his hand on your knee.
at home, you can obviously see that he feels guilty that you saw that. but you step into him, and press your face into his chest. he immediately wraps around you.
âi only care that youâre okay.â you say into his shirt.
itâs true.
something settles after that night in the garage. the constant internal argument quiets. the this is wrong/but i love him/but this is wrong loop loses volume. you stopped trying to solve it. acceptance is ugly, but itâs peaceful.
and chan feels it immediately. he is a fucking expert in you, so when you stop freaking out when he brings blood home, when your body language loses that last piece of tension around him, he softens too.
he kisses you more, for an example. passing by you in the kitchen, kiss to your temple. sitting beside you, absentminded press of his mouth to your shoulder. lips on your forehead when youâre half asleep. you shoulder when youâre brushing your teeth. the top of your head when youâre sitting and heâs standing behind the couch.
youâre on your laptop once, deep in something, and he just leans down and presses a kiss to your temple.
you donât even look up. âhi.â
âhi.â
he walks away.
thatâs it. thatâs the interaction.
heâs still not verbally expressive, still not a talk about feelings person. but physically, heâs all there. touch is this assholeâs way of expressing his love for you.
the sex is better too. this new honesty makes everything between you more direct, makes the communication easier, and boy does it make you cum harder. heâs fucking amazing in bed, you couldnât even deny that when you were still scared of him. but now? oh your fucking god.
and after sex, when youâre asleep, he watches you longer and differently. his little eyes are literally shining when he looks at you, especially when youâre naked and guard down and asleep next to him. he feels so lucky.
you still argue. youâre both stubborn, both wrong in ways that clash. but neither of you want to argue really.
âyouâre not listening.â you say one evening, arms crossed.
âi am.â he replies, calm.
âthen donât just nod. actually respond.â
a pause. ââŚi donât know what the correct response is.â
you sigh, some of the anger draining. âtry anything.â
ââŚi donât like when you shut down.â he says finally. itâs clumsy, so blunt, but so so so real.
you blink. âokay. thatâs something.â
progress, yes, though he still disappears sometimes and still comes back late. but! he tells you more now.
âiâll be gone tonight.â he says some days.
âokay.â
âdonât wait up.â
âi wonât.â
a beat.
âbe careful.â you add.
he nods.
one night, youâre both on the couch, your legs over his lap, his fingers absently tracing patterns on your ankle.
âyouâre calmer.â he says.
âso are you.â
âthatâs because youâre calmer.â
you look at him. âdonât make me responsible.â then you nudge his side with your foot gently.
he catches it, and presses a little kiss to your ankle bone. the same man that removed ankle bones before btw.
you know exactly what kind of man you love now. youâre not pretending heâs good, you just⌠chose him anyway.
he talks more, too. youâll be lying in bed and heâll say: âi donât like when they panic early. itâs loud.â
you stare at the ceiling. âcool. hate that sentence.â
he nods into your shoulder. âyeah.â
another night: âi prefer planning. impulse is messy.â
âplease stop workshopping murder in my bed.â you mutter.
he kisses your collarbone lightly. âokay.â
he keeps talking, in pieces, over weeks. just⌠information. and you realize this is his version of intimacy. letting you see the internal logic, the preferences, the way his brain categorizes things most people couldnât even think about. heâs not confessing, heâs including you. and you just listen, sometimes telling him to shut up, sometimes asking questions, like that âletting my horse take me places to let him know i care about his interests tooâ tiktok trend or idk how it goes.
once youâre in a bookstore. some guy is talking to you about a novel youâre holding, being overly friendly in that way men do when they think theyâre charming. youâre polite, nodding, listening, when an arm slides around your waist from behind.
chanâs chin rests lightly on your shoulder.
âhey.â he says, voice so so so charismatic, smiling at the guy. âdid you find what you were looking for, baby girl?â
you close your eyes for half a second. oh my god. you can feel chan turn the public personality on. relaxed posture, perfect smile, protective but casual. like he just wandered over from being handsome somewhere else.
âyeah.â you say dryly. âbook.â
ânice.â he says, kissing the side of your head.
the stranger mumbles something about having to go. chan watches him leave, expression pleasant. then, quietly in your ear: âhe was standing too close.â
âi had it handled.â
âoh, i know.â he doesnât remove his arm, and you donât make him.
itâs insane how easily he switches. but you can catch it now perfectly. when his face goes blank between expressions, when he talks about things he knows only you can be told about, when his hand tightens slightly in his sleep. and now you just brush your thumb over his knuckles until he settles.
what changes, in the end, isnât that he becomes better. itâs that he becomes unguarded. with the world, he still has that mask. but with you, that comes down, because somewhere along the way, his brain realized youâre safe. that youâre y/n and youâre okay and youâre his girlfriend.
like youâre in your room, drawer open, looking for a charger. chan appears behind you(like he always does, creep), silent, looming, curious. heâs like a little animal fr.
âwhat are you looking for?â he asks.
ânothing you need to help with.â you reply.
too late, his hand has already reached into the drawer. you turn just in time to see him pull out your vibrator, and examining it.
you snatch it out of his hand so fast you almost dislocate your own shoulder.
he blinks. âi thoughtââ
âthat is a private object, chan. itâs okay if we use it during sex, you do not need to pull it out now.â
âi wasnât using it.â
âTHAT IS NOT THE POINT.â
he nods slowly, processing. âprivacy.â he repeats.
âyes. privacy. personal. mine. itâs okay for you to touch it when itâs in context, otherwise itâs not pleasant to have you throw it around.â
âokay.â
five minutes later he opens your bathroom cabinet while brushing his teeth.
you smack the door shut.
he looks at you, toothbrush in mouth.
ââŚprivacy?â he tries.
âprivacy.â
âright.â
heâs not being creepy on purpose. he just genuinely does not have the instinct most people have that says this is someone elseâs space inside their space. his brain works like this, your house = your shared environment = accessible. drawers? shelves? phone screens? all just⌠objects in the environment.
youâre folding laundry. he walks past, casually picks up one of your panties and starts examining it.
you slap his hand away. âwhat are you DOING.â
âi was looking.â
âAT WHAT.â
âyou.â
you sigh.
he looks at you. ââŚcontext matters?â
âyes, good job.â
he still forgets sometimes, he just feels so comfortable around you, and he really wouldnât mind if you were the one snooping around in his things, because he doesnât have any secrets from you. you start realizing that because he doesnât attach taboo to things the way most people do, he also doesnât instinctively categorize them as off limits. to him, objects are objects. curiosity is neutral.
another time, you come out of the shower and nearly die on the spot. heâs sitting on the bed, reading your journal. not snooping in a sneaky way, just sitting there, legs crossed, flipping a page.
you freeze. âwhat are you doing?â
he looks up. âyou think in lists.â
you snatch it from him.
âi wasnât judging.â he says calmly. âi wanted to understand you better.â
âi appreciate that, baby, but this is a no.â
ââŚso journals are private.â
âYES.â
a pause.
âwhat about notes apps.â
â...you wanna get punished?â
âyes.â without hesitation. oh he a freak.
this man can plan crimes down to the minute. he can read people in seconds. he can charm strangers, disappear in crowds, control his expressions because heâs lowk a trained actor. but understanding why he cannot open your nightstand without warning? that takes fifteen separate lectures. youâve scolded him in every room of your house at this point. kitchen: âstop opening containers that arenât yours.â living room: âthatâs my journal, donât touch it.â bedroom: âknock. yes, even here. no, i donât have a problem with you seeing my body, i just need my privacy.â bathroom: âif the door is closed, you WAIT.â
âyouâre very complicated.â he tells you once, but he still tries, because you are the only person whose discomfort registers that high.
but he opens drawers, he reorganizes things âmore efficiently.â he once moved your entire bathroom counter layout and then looked confused when you stood there staring at it.
âitâs better.â he said.
âitâs WRONG.â
âfunctionallyââ
âemotionally wrong, babe!â
then something shifts again. not in him. in you. because one night heâs sitting beside you, close, clearly trying very hard to stay in his lane, hands in his lap, wanting to go through stuff. itâs in his little instincts. and you feel it. the restraint. the way heâs holding himself back because you said no before. and instead of relief, you feel⌠tenderness. aw.
so you tell him to go the fuck on and snoop around.
you let him do it now. whatever.
he starts wearing your hoodie sometimes. you start not caring. he uses your shampoo. you just buy more. he sits on your side of the couch. you sit on him instead. your space stops being mine and becomes ours, and you donât remember signing that lease, but here you are.
you catch him one afternoon in your room while youâre working at the table, fiddling absently with something on your dresser, bored, waiting for you to finish.
you look up. your fucking vibrator is in his hands again.
and you just sigh. âdonât break anything.â
he doesnât. you let him play around.
what he doesnât understand though, is when you baby his ass. that absolutely fries his system. youâre on the couch, heâs half lying on you, and you grab his face suddenly.
âwhoâs a threat to society?â you coo.
he blinks.
âyou are. yes you are. big scary killer.â you pinch his cheek.
âwhy are you talking like that?â he asks.
âbecause youâre cute. look at your face. stupid.â
ââŚokay.â
you kiss his nose.
affection he understands. playful nonsense affection? no. but he lets you do it, every time.
from the outside, heâs perfect. charming. polite. magnetic, really. then he comes home, drops the mask, and stands in your kitchen in your socks, drinking juice straight from the carton while you smack his arm.
âglass!â
he gets one immediately.
you pinch your nose bridge.
he kisses your temple on the way past.
and you donât even care anymore that he comes home drenched in other people sometimes.
authorâs note: i only tagged people who asked to be on my general taglist. if you asked to be tagged for sorry we tried to kill you part 2 but didnât mention my general taglist and youâd like to be tagged for my other works too, let me know :) this just means i didnât tag those people this time because i wasnât sure if you meant only part 2 or my other upcoming works as well. let me know. love yâall<3 (also the fact that youâre reading this rn, which tells me youâre THAT interested in my work, deserves a reward, which is me telling you that the part 2 of sorry we tried to kill you is coming out next, theeeen a separate serial killer felix like this)
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 clearlyâyou 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 pausedâlooking 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'tâ" "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 itâ" 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 wasnât 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.
The next few days passed like it's supposed to. Not perfect. Not fully healed. But smoother.
The tension that had wrapped so tightly around your chest for weeks finally loosened little by little, enough for you to breathe without constantly feeling like something heavy sat over your ribs. The members became warmer again too, whether because they finally noticed the distance growing between all of you or because schedules lately had forced everyone together longer. Either way, the dorm slowly regained fragments of the warmth it used to hold.
And you clung to those fragments desperately.
Every morning started early, sunlight barely touching the windows before you were already awake in the kitchen, wearing one of your oversized hoodies beneath an apron. Your fluffy cream-colored tail swayed lazily behind you as you moved around preparing breakfast while soft music played from your phone speaker. Eggs sizzling quietly. Rice steaming. The comforting smell of soup filling the dorm little by little.
It became your favorite part of the day again. Because mornings felt honest, sleepy and unfiltered.
The members shuffled in one by one with messy hair and tired eyes, naturally gravitating toward you before they were even fully awake. Lee Know always entered first these days.
Somehow already carrying a warm mug for you.
âDrink this first.â
You turned from the stove with a small blink.
Warm milk. Your ears perked slightly.
âYou made it for me?â
Minho only shrugged casually while leaning against the counter.
âYou forget to take care of yourself when youâre busy.â
The words settled warmly in your chest.
Quiet affection. The kind Minho gave without making a scene. You accepted the mug with both hands, smiling softly.
âThank you.â His fingers brushed briefly behind your ear as he passed you.
âYou look less dead lately.â
You gasped dramatically.
âI did not look dead!â
âYou absolutely did.â
And just like that, your laughter filled the kitchen again.
Soon after, the others began piling in noisily. Felix immediately attached himself to your back while you plated food, wrapping both arms around your waist and pressing his face against your shoulder.
âYouâre warm.â
âLixie, I can't move properly if you cling to me like that.â
âI don't wanna Y/n-ah...â
He mumbled through your shoulder then he kissed your cheek absentmindedly before stealing bacon directly from the pan and ran to quickly sat down.
âYah!â you protested.
Meanwhile Bang Chan sat at the dining table already sipping coffee, eyes following you around the kitchen quietly. There was something unbearably soft about the way Chan looked at you this morning.
Gentler.
Longer.
Like a lovestruck feelings lingered somewhere beneath his eyes.
âYouâre staring,â you stated boldly while setting down plates in front of him. Chan smiled immediately. âCanât help it.â
âUgh,â Changbin groaned from beside him. âYou sound like someoneâs husband.â
Chan only grinned wider. âMaybe I am.â
Your ears instantly flattened in embarrassment while everyone burst out laughing, Changbin pretended to vomit. Then Han appeared dramatically out of nowhere.
âMove.â
Han turned you around and wrapped his hand around your waist from the front, hugging tightly while you whined saying that the breakfast still need to be serve.
âMy affection now.â
Changbin immediately protested. âYah, get off!â
Han ignored him entirely, rubbing his cheek dramatically against your shoulder while pouting. âShe likes me more anyway.â
âI literally cooked for all of you,â you laughed.
âExactly,â Han answered smugly. âProof of love.â
Changbin looked deeply offended.
And somehow, sitting there listening to everyone bicker over you again felt so painfully domestic your chest almost hurt. Breakfast became slower these days. And longer much to your liking. Nobody rushed to leave immediately anymore.
Seungmin fed you pieces of fruit while pretending he wasnât.
Jeongin rested his head against your shoulder half-asleep.
Felix complained loudly whenever Minho got more of your attention than him.
At one point, Seungmin suddenly pulled you directly onto his lap while you were trying to clear dishes. You yelped softly in surprise. âSeungmin!â
He only tightened his arms around your waist comfortably.
Your laughter spilled out before you could stop it.
Real laughter.
Not forced.
Not careful.
And hearing it made several members glance toward you instinctively with lightened expressions.
Because theyâd missed it too. More than they realized.
Eventually everyone scattered around the dorm preparing for schedules, leaving the kitchen messy with warmth and leftover conversation. Meanwhile you packed essentials carefully into bags while double-checking schedules mentally.
Water bottles.
Medicine.
Extra snacks.
Chargers.
Always prepared.
Always careful.
But when you reached for your tumblerâ
It wasnât there.
You paused.
Blinking slowly.
Weird.
You always carried the same tumbler everywhere. A cream-colored insulated bottle decorated with tiny cat stickers Felix once insisted on buying for you.
You checked your bag again.
Nothing.
The counter.
The sink.
Your room.
Still nothing.
Your brows furrowed deeper the longer you searched.
Because you never lost things.
Especially not daily used things.
And stranger stillâ
You genuinely couldnât remember when you last used it. The memory felt blurry somehow. Like trying to grasp smoke. From the hallway Chanâs voice called out. âBaby? Whatâs taking so long?â
You peeked out from your room.
âI canât find my tumblerâŚâ
Chan immediately walked over.
âYou lost it?â
âI think soâŚâ
Your ears drooped slightly.
âThatâs weird.â
Chan stepped inside your room helping you glance around briefly before sighing. âYou probably misplaced it at work.â
âI donât usually forget thingsâŚâ
âYouâve been busy lately.â Chan gently squeezed your shoulder. âIâll buy you water later, okay? We gotta go.â
You hesitated. Something about it still bothered you. But eventually you nodded. âOkay.â
The photoshoot studio buzzed with energy all afternoon.
Bright lights.
Music blasting through speakers.
Staff rushing everywhere with makeup kits and clothing racks.
The atmosphere felt exciting rather than stressful though, mostly because the members were in unusually good moods today.
And honestlyâ
They looked stunning.
Every single one of them.
You sat near the monitors watching the shoot while occasionally snapping photos with your phone whenever the staff got distracted.
Hyunjin looked ethereal beneath the lighting.
Changbin somehow made simple black clothing look devastating.
Felixâs freckles stood out beautifully under soft makeup.
Chanâs smile alone kept making the stylists scream dramatically.
âYou guys look too good,â one staff member complained jokingly while reviewing photos.
You nodded immediately. âThey really do.â
âCareful,â another stylist teased. âY/Nâs staring too hard.â
Heat instantly crawled into your face.
âYeah I am...â Too struck with how good looking they are
âYou absolutely are.â
The members overheard immediately.
Hyunjin grinned proudly. âCan you blame her?â
âYouâre literally flaunting,â Minho sighed. You buried your face behind your phone while everyone laughed.
And for a little whileâ
Everything felt light again.
âArenât you guys looking good today~?â
Your head snapped toward the familiar voice instantly.
Jina.
You hadnât even noticed her arrive. She stood near the back of the studio smiling pleasantly, coffee cup in hand. But something about her sudden appearance made unease crawl quietly down your spine. Her eyes landed on you almost immediately.
âOh.â A pause. âYouâre here too.â The emphasis on you felt strange.
Subtle.
But noticeable enough your ears twitched slightly. What does she mean by that ?
Still, you smiled politely.
âHowâs work going?â
âGood, good.â
Jina approached casually, gaze flickering across you thoughtfully.
âHow are you, Y/N?â
Again.
That emphasis.
Like she was testing something invisible.
You laughed awkwardly.
âIâm okay.â
âYouâve looked upset lately.â
The statement caught you off guard.
Not because it was wrong.
But because of the way she said it.
Sweet.
Concerned.
Yet somehow it still made your stomach tighten. Maybe itâs a cat instinct.
âIâm fine,â you answered carefully.
Jinaâs brows lifted slightly before she smiled again.
âIâm glad everythingâs working out, then.â
Something about the sentence lingered strangely in the air.
You couldnât explain why.
But suddenly you felt cold.
Jina stood smoothly afterward.
âWell, donât push yourself too hard.â
Then she walked directly toward the members with effortless familiarity.
Laughing naturally with Chan.
Fixing Hyunjinâs sleeve.
Showing Felix something on her phone.
You watched silently from your seat.
And once againâ
That same uneasy feeling settled heavily in your chest.
Because no matter how kind she soundedâŚ
Something always felt wrong around her. Like standing too close to a smile hiding teeth. Maybe it's the cat inside of you, having the instinct and ability to detect bad vibes from people.
âY/N!â
You startled violently at the sudden voice.
Nearly dropping your phone.
The photoshoot director approached quickly, smiling brightly.
âYou scared meâŚâ
âSorry,â she laughed. âI have an idea. A really great one!â
You blinked. âWhat idea?â
The director clasped her hands excitedly. âHow would you feel about doing your own photoshoot?â
Silence.
Your brain stopped completely.
ââŚWhat?â
Several nearby staff members immediately perked up.
âYes!â
âOh my god, please say yes.â
âWe already have makeup ideas.â
You stared at everyone blankly.
Completely flustered.
âM-Me?â
The director nodded enthusiastically. âThe first time I met you, I immediately pictured a concept.â
You blinked again. Still processing nothing.
âYouâd fit it perfectly.â
âNo, no, Iâm not model-like at allââ
âThatâs exactly why I want you.â
Your ears flattened shyly.
âWhat does that even meanâŚâ
The director laughed warmly.
âYou have a natural face. Expressive eyes. Soft features. And your hybrid traits make everything visually stunning.â Nearby stylists nodded aggressively in agreement. âWeâve literally talked about this before.â
âYouâre gorgeous.â
âYouâd photograph beautifully.â
Your entire face burned hotter with every word.
âNo wayâŚâ
âIt doesnât even need to be published,â the director reassured gently. âI just really want to bring this concept to life.â
You hesitated.
Nervous excitement fluttered strangely inside your chest.
A photoshoot?
You?
Before you could fully answer, suddenlyâ
Han appeared beside you at lightning speed.
âDO IT.â
You yelped as he grabbed both your hands dramatically before kneeling in front of you. âPlease!â
âHanââ
âYouâll look gorgeous.â He looked genuinely excited now.
âLike actually insane. STAYs would lose their minds over you.â
Nearby members immediately agreed.
âFacts.â
âAbsolutely.â
âYouâd break the internet.â
Han tightened his grip dramatically.
âAnd WE would go crazy too.â
Then he hit you with the full pout.
Big bobba eyes.
Whining voice.
The devastating combination he knew you couldnât resist.
âPleaseeeee?â
You stared at him helplessly. Then at the excited staff surrounding you. Then at the members smiling expectantly nearby. Your heart pounded nervously. But underneath the anxietyâŚ
There was excitement too.
A tiny spark of confidence you hadnât felt in a very long time.
MaybeâŚ
Maybe this could be fun.
Slowlyâ
You nodded.
ââŚOkay.â
The entire room exploded immediately.
And somewhere across the studioâ
Jina watched silently. Her smile never wavering but her eyes darkened almost imperceptibly.
The preparation room buzzed with excitement the moment you stepped inside.
It felt completely different from the loud energy of the studio outside. Softer somehow. Warmer. Filled with overlapping conversations, makeup brushes clicking together, steam from curling irons, and the faint scent of perfume and hairspray lingering in the air. The second the door closed behind you, several staff members immediately surrounded you with bright smiles.
âThank you for agreeing to this.â
âWeâve wanted to style you forever.â
âYouâre literally our dream concept.â
Your ears twitched shyly beneath all the attention.
âIâm really not that specialâŚâ
A collective groan immediately filled the room.
âNo.â
âAbsolutely not.â
âDo not start that.â
You laughed softly despite yourself while being guided carefully toward the vanity chair.
The makeup artists adored you openly. One gently brushed your fluffy ears while cooing dramatically about how soft they were. Another lightly touched your tail with sparkling eyes.
âYouâre seriously adorable.â
Your cheeks warmed instantly.
âThank youâŚâ
And strangelyâ
For the first time in a while, the attention didnât feel heavy.
It felt nice.
Safe.
"You are beautiful, you should always embraced your beauty Y/n-ssi." Her encouragement stuck in you that day.
The stylists chatted excitedly while working around you carefully, fixing your hair into soft waves that framed your face beautifully. Makeup remained natural and light, just enough to brighten your features without hiding them. A soft pink tint dusted across your cheeks and lips, making your eyes appear warmer beneath the lighting.
Every few minutes someone would pause dramatically just to admire you.
âYou have such pretty eyes.â
âYour skin is glowing today.â
âThat dress is going to look insane on her.â
Your confidence slowly bloomed under all the kindness.
Not arrogance. Just pure confidence in yourself.
Like maybe you really could look beautiful too.
Eventually the dress arrived.
And when they helped you step into itâ
You genuinely froze staring at yourself.
It was soft white fabric scattered with delicate pink floral patterns, the kind that looked almost painted beneath the light. Thin straps rested gently against your shoulders while a ribbon tied neatly across the chest area. The material hugged your figure just enough to flatter you naturally without feeling tight or uncomfortable.
You didnât have the dramatic body proportions models usually did.
But somehowâ
The dress made you feel pretty anyway.
Soft.
Bright.
Summery.
Like the kind of person someone would want to remember.
One stylist placed both hands dramatically over her heart.
âOh my god.â
Another sniffled jokingly.
âSheâs so cute Iâm emotional.â
You burst out laughing.
When you finally stepped out into the studioâ
Everything stopped.
Not loudly.
Not dramatically.
JustâŚ
Stopped.
Conversations paused.
Cameras lowered.
Several staff members blinked slowly like they genuinely forgot what they were doing.
And the membersâ
The members looked stunned.
You froze immediately under the sudden silence.
â...What?â
No one answered for a moment.
Then Han whispered faintlyâ
âOh, weâre doomed.â
Laughter instantly broke across the studio.
But even then, the members still stared.
Bang Chan looked completely speechless, coffee cup still halfway lifted toward his mouth.
Hyunjin pressed a hand dramatically against his chest like heâd just witnessed something life-changing.
Felix literally looked ready to cry.
And Changbin stared so openly that heat immediately rushed to your face.
One of the stylists giggled proudly behind you.
âThank you for the reactions.â
The staff surrounding you looked incredibly satisfied, like your appearance alone validated all their hard work.
Meanwhile you could only laugh shyly while smoothing down the dress nervously.
âYouâre all exaggeratingâŚâ
âWe are absolutely not,â Seungmin answered immediately.
âYou look insane,â Jeongin added.
Your ears flattened bashfully, giggling from the compliments.
The director clapped happily.
âOkay! Letâs shoot before they start fighting over her.â
The photoshoot theme centered around summer.
Not glamorous luxury summer.
Not dramatic beach magazine summer.
But warmth.
Sunlight.
Soft happiness.
And somehowâ
You fit into it naturally.
The set had picnic blankets, flowers, fruit props, warm lighting, and soft pastel backdrops. The director guided you patiently through poses while constantly reassuring you.
âRelax your shoulders.â
âThink soft.â
âGoodâ yes, exactly like that.â
At first you felt awkward.
But slowlyâ
You began enjoying yourself.
Laughing naturally.
Holding flowers while sunlight reflected against your skin.
Playing with your own tail absentmindedly between shots.
The staff kept gasping dramatically whenever the preview images appeared on-screen.
Meanwhile the members watched from the side completely invested in every second.
âYou guys are staring too hard,â one photographer teased.
âWe canât help it,â Felix complained.
Changbin didnât even deny it.
Han took approximately eight hundred behind-the-scenes photos.
And somehow their attention didnât make you anxious this time.
It made you glow.
After nearly an hour, the director finally smiled.
âTen minute break.â
You immediately bowed politely.
âThank you for your hard work!â
Then quietly slipped away toward the restroom.
The bathroom felt cool and silent compared to the busy studio.
You washed your hands slowly while staring at your reflection in the mirror.
And honestlyâ
You looked happy.
Really happy.
Your cheeks still carried a soft pink flush from smiling too much. Your eyes looked brighter than they had in weeks. Even your ears stood higher. A small smile spread across your lips. You actually did it.
Before you could sink too deeply into the moment, the restroom door opened.
Jina walked in.
âOh, hey!â
You smiled politely.
âHi.â
She approached beside you naturally, leaning against the sink facing you.
âYou look beautiful today.â
Your ears twitched shyly.
âThank youâŚâ
Jina gently brushed a strand of hair behind your shoulder.
The gesture felt strangely intimate.
Then casuallyâ
âMaybe hold your stomach in a little more though Y/n-ah.â
You blinked.
âWhat?â
She smiled lightly like she was giving harmless advice.
âYour tummy rolls are showing a little in the dress.â
And before you could process the wordsâ
She playfully pinched lightly at your side where the fabric rested against your waist. " Look at this, so plumpy !" She giggled.
âI just donât want anyone making fun of it later.â
Still smiling, sounding sweet, like she genuinely cared.
âOh.. I didnât notice.â
Jina smiled sympathetically.
âItâs not a huge deal.â
Then she tilted her head slightly.
âYouâre not really model-sized after all.â
The air vanished from your lungs.
Your eyes immediately dropped toward your own body.
The dress suddenly felt tighter.
Your stomach suddenly felt bigger.
More visible.
You instinctively wrapped your arms slightly closer around yourself.
Jina continued casually.
âYouâre still cute though.â
âIâŚâ you swallowed quietly.
Jina only waved casually while walking toward one of the stalls.
âJust helping.â
The restroom suddenly felt freezing cold.
When you returned to the studio, something inside you had shifted.
Tiny.
But devastating.
Because now you couldnât stop thinking about your body.
About how the dress hugged your waist.
About whether everyone noticed the softness there.
About whether the photos looked embarrassing.
You became hyper aware of every movement.
Every pose.
Your confidence drained away quietly.
The director noticed first.
âRelax your shoulders again.â
You tried.
But your body felt stiff now.
Awkward.
Wrong.
The members exchanged small glances from the side. Because only twenty minutes ago youâd been glowing. Now you barely looked at the camera. Finally you lowered your hands awkwardly.
âCan we⌠pause for a second?â
The director blinked gently.
âOf course.â
Immediately Hyunjin approached towering over you. Concern already visible across his face. âWhat happened?â
You hesitated.
Because saying it aloud sounded ridiculous.
Stillâ
Quietly, you admittedâ
âI think my stomach looks weird in the dress.â
Hyunjin stared at you blankly.
âWhat?â
âIâm not a model,â you rambled nervously. âAnd maybe this concept would fit someone prettier or skinnier orââ
Suddenlyâ
Hyunjin kissed you.
Right on the lips. With his plump pink lips, that every Stays would die for.
Your brain completely stopped functioning.The studio exploded instantly.
âYAH!â
âThatâs cheating!â
âUNFAIR!â
Minho eyes got wide.
Han collapsed dramatically onto the floor.
Meanwhile you stood frozen.
Completely stunned.
Your ears burned so hot you thought you might actually combust.
Hyunjin pulled back only slightly, hands cupping your face gently.
âLove...How can you say that,â he murmured softly, âwhen every single one of us has been completely obsessed with you all day?â
Your breath caught.
Hyunjin smiled faintly. âSeriously. Youâve got everyone falling in love with you all over again.â Nearby, Chan nodded immediately. âTrue.â Felix groaned dramatically. âSheâs been attacking us since she walked out.â
Your entire face flamed deeper.
âStopââ
âSome of them are literally malfunctioning,â Hyunjin continued teasingly.
âHYUNNIE.â
âWhat? Iâm serious.â
Han pointed aggressively.
âI forgot how to speak earlier!â
The staff burst out laughing.
Meanwhile you buried your face in your hands.
âIâm never coming out there againâŚâ
Hyunjin gently pulled your hands away.
âHey.â
His voice softened instantly.
âYouâre beautiful.â
Not exaggerated.
Not teasing.
Just honest.
âAnd you looked happiest when you stopped worrying about being perfect. You are literally an art Y/n.â
Your chest tightened painfully.
Because maybeâ
Maybe that was true.
The director approached carefully afterward.
âEverything okay?â
Hyunjin explained briefly while rubbing comforting circles against your waist.
The director blinked once.
Then laughed softly.
âOh sweetheart.â
You looked up nervously.
âThis shoot isnât about having a perfect body.â
She gestured around the set.
âItâs about summer.â
You stayed quiet.
âThe warmth of it. The brightness. The happiness people remember.â
Her expression softened warmly.
âAnd you embody that perfectly.â
Your eyes widened slightly.
âYou donât look like a model,â she admitted gently. âYou look real.â
The staff nodded in agreement immediately.
âComforting.â
âWarm.â
âPretty in a way people remember.â
âYou feel like sunshine.â
Your breath got caught unexpectedly. Because nobody had ever described you that way before. Not beautiful because you were flawless. Beautiful because you felt warm.
The insecurity loosened slightly.
You smiled softly.
Then bowed deeply.
âIâll do my best.â
The rest of the shoot turned out even better somehow. Once your confidence returned, everything flowed naturally again. The photos captured laughter.
Movement.
Warmth.
Life.
And when the final images were reviewed afterwardâ
The entire studio collectively lost their minds.
âOh my god.â
âThese are insane.â
âShe looks magical.â
Even you stared speechlessly at the screen.
Because somehowâ
You looked genuinely beautiful.
Not edited into perfection.
Just⌠beautiful.
Warm sunlight against soft smiles.
Wind catching your dress.
Your eyes glowing naturally.
Minho immediately pointed at the screen.
âI want every photo.â
Everyone laughed.
âIâm serious,â he insisted. âIâm making an album.â
Felix gasped dramatically.
âThatâs actually genius.â
âI want copies too.â
âMe too.â
You laughed helplessly while fanning your burning face with your hands.
The director turned toward you with a pleased smile.
âSo?â
You blinked.
âHm?â
âHow does it feel?â
You looked back at the photos slowly.
Then at the staff surrounding you.
The members smiling proudly nearby.
And quietlyâ
âIt feels really precious.â
Your voice cracked slightly from sincerity.
âThank you so much for letting me experience this.â
The directorâs expression softened deeply.
Then carefullyâ
âHow would you feel about publishing them yeah?â
Your eyes widened immediately.
âWhat?!â
Several staff members nodded excitedly.
âYouâd do amazing.â
âPeople would adore these.â
Instinctively you looked toward the members first. Seeking permission.
Reassurance.
Every single one of them nodded aggressively.
âYes.â
âAbsolutely yes.â
âPlease.â
Then you turned nervously toward the managers. One of them smiled.
âIf the publisher approves it, weâre okay with it.â
The director laughed confidently.
âTheyâll approve it immediately.â
Then with a grinâ
âAnd of course youâll be paid.â
You froze.
ââŚPaid?â
The thought hit unexpectedly hard.
Because youâd never really had your own income before.
You lived with the members.
Relied on them.
Everything you had came from them somehow.
But thisâ
This would be yours.
Your own work.
Your own achievement.
Your eyes lit up instantly.
And before anyone could stop you, you bowed deeply toward every staff member repeatedly.
âThank you so much! You donât understand how grateful I am!â
The room filled with laughter and applause immediately. Everyone looked happy proud.
Everyone except one person.
From the far corner of the studio, Jina sat quietly with crossed legs and a drink resting in her hand.
Watching.
Smiling faintly.
But irritation burned clearly beneath her expression now.
OML Y/N CAN YOU FUCKING SNITCH ON HER ASSS BRO I SWEAR TO GOD BRO LIKE FIGHT BACK BE CONFIDENT AND SAY LIKE âoh I know thays why im perfect for this shootâ IF SHE MENTIONS UR BELLY ROLLS SHOW HER SHES FUCKING STUPID TO BE TRYING TO PUT YOU DOWN AND GET A FREAKING PHONE AND RECORD THE FAMN CONVOS U AND HER HAVE ARHHHHHHHHHHHHHH (love ur fics btw)
Love the 9 lives and im honestly imagining the reader just getting sewerslide thoughts bc wtf is Jina doing that hoe bitchass and like since readee is getting blame they get depressed idk but thats how it looks since like everyone is snapping at them UGH just a thought
that is what Iâm aiming for actually to build up âtension or pressureâ for it to outburst in the future but I donât want Y/n to be a weak character too, so Iâm trying to build up character development flow of Y/n too :)
After songs leak, the members accuse you without hesitation, isolating you with cold stares and cruel whispers. When the truth is revealed, itâs too lateâthe damage is done, and trust between you is shattered.
The first thing you notice is the silence and not the comfortable kind. Itâs the kind that usually fills practice rooms when everyoneâs too tired to talk, or when Chan is focused on producing.
This silence is sharp.
It presses against your ears, heavy and suffocating, like youâve walked into a room where something has already gone wrong.
You step inside anyway.
Eight pairs of eyes turn to you, none of them are warm.
âWhat?â you ask, forcing a small laugh, trying to brush off the tension crawling up your spine. âWhy are you allââ
âWhere were you last night?â Chanâs voice cuts through you. Itâs calmâfrighteningly soâand it hits you with a coldness that makes your heart stutter.
You blink confused by the sudden interrogation. âDorm. Why?â
Then Minho scoffs under his breath, a sharp, bitter sound that makes you flinch.
âYou actually expect us to believe that?â he mutters, his gaze fixed on the wall behind you as if looking at you is beneath him.
Your chest tightens. âBelieve what?â
Hyunjin tosses his phone onto the table. It slides toward you, stopping just short of your hand.
You look down, and your heart doesnât just dropâit feels like it stops entirely.
Clips. Snippets. Audio files.
Unreleased tracks.
Your tracks.
They are the unreleased tracks from the album youâve all been pouring your souls into for months. You see the titles of songs that came from hours of sleepless nights, heated arguments, desperate rewrites, and shared tears. All of itâthe culmination of your hard workâwas out there.
Leaked.
âNoâŚâ your fingers trembling as you scroll through the social media threads and the links. âNo, thisâthis isnâtââ
âYou were the last one using the studio computer,â Jisung says flatly.
You freeze, the phone nearly slipping from your hand. âIâyeah, I was, but that doesnât mean I had anything to do with this!â
âThen what does it mean?â Changbin snaps, voice sharp. âBecause thatâs the same computer the files were pulled from.â
You feel like the ground has suddenly disappeared beneath your feet, leaving you suspended in a void where your own brothers are looking at you like a criminal.
âI didnât do this,â you say, quieter now. âYou have to believe me.â
Felix looks away, his jaw tight. Jeongin refuses to meet your eyes. Jisung is staring intently at his own shoes. Hyunjin just crosses his arms, his face a mask of hurt and anger.
And Chan⌠Chan just watches you like heâs trying to read something youâre not saying.
But thereâs doubt there. You see it, and seeing it hurts more than any of the accusations.
âYouâre the only one who had access at that time,â Seungmin adds, his tone cold, calculated. âItâs not exactly a stretch.â
âThatâs insane,â you whisper. âWhy would I leak our own album?â
âFor attention?â Minho says with a shrug. âWouldnât be the first time idols did something stupid for buzz.â
Your head snaps toward him like he slapped you.
âWhat?â
He doesnât flinch. He doesnât take it back. He just stares at you with a chilling indifference.
âOr money,â Changbin adds. âGod knows how much those clips are worth.â
âThatâs not funny,â you choke out. âThatâs not evenâdo you hear yourselves?â
But they donât soften. Not a single one of them offers a hand or a kind word.
âI didnât do this,â you repeat, voice cracking now. âI swear, I didnât.â
Chan exhales slowly, running a hand through his hair.
âWeâll let management handle it,â he says finally. âUntil then, justâŚstay out of the studio.â
The words hit you harder than if he had screamed at you.
Stay out.
Like you donât belong there. Like youâre a threat to the very thing you helped build. Like youâre the problem they need to contain.
ââŚokay,â you whisper, the word barely audible.
No one stops you when you turn around and walk out the door.
The next few days feel like a blur of quiet cruelty.
Itâs the little things that hurt the most.
No one sits next to you at the kitchen table anymore; they leave a conspicuous, empty gap as if your presence is contagious. No one calls your name when theyâre ordering food or headed to the convenience store.
The group chats, once a constant stream of memes and chaotic energy, go silent the moment you reply to something.
Minho brushes past you in the hallway like youâre a piece of furniture, not even bothering to acknowledge your existence. Hyunjin doesnât even try to hide his glares when you accidentally catch his eye.
Changbin mutters things just loud enough for you to hearââunbelievable,â âcanât trust anyone.â
Even Felix⌠sweet, kind-hearted Felix, who usually hugs everyone until they canât breathe⌠avoids you like youâre made of glass thatâs already shattered.
And Chan? Chan doesnât look at you at all. He stays buried in his work, eyes fixed on his screens or his feet, treating you like a ghost haunting the dorm.
That hurts the most of all.
Eventually, you stop trying. You stop going to practice because the atmosphere is too toxic to breathe. You stop hanging around the common areas of the dorm because the silence is too loud.
Because every time you do, it feels like youâre begging for scraps of trust theyâve already decided you donât deserve.
One night, you hear them all laughing in the living roomâa genuine, loud sound that used to include you. For a split second, habit almost pulls you out of your room to join them.
Almost.
Then you remember the way they looked at you.
Like you betrayed them.
Like you ruined everything.
You turn back to your bed instead, burying your face in your pillow to cry where no one can hear you.
ââ ⢠ăťâ¸â¸
Itâs a week later when everything breaks.
Management calls a mandatory meeting for everyone. All nine of you are ushered into a sterile conference room. You sit at the very end of the long table.
The room is thick with an uncomfortable energy until one of the head managers clears their throat and opens a laptop.
âWeâve concluded the investigation.â
Your heart pounds so loudly youâre sure everyone can hear it.
Chan straightens up in his chair, his hands clenched into fists on the table.
âSo?â he asks.
The manager slides a thick folder onto the table, the sound of paper hitting wood echoing in the quiet room.
âEvidence shows that the leak did not come from any of you.â
Silence.
Absolute, deafening silence.
You donât move. You don't even think youâre breathing.
âIt was one of the new interns,â they continue. âThey accessed the files after hours. We have CCTV footage and email recordsâcommunication with external media outlets. They were paid to leak the tracks.â
A sharp intake of breath echoes somewhere down the table.
You continue to stare at your hands. Theyâre shaking, but itâs not from fear anymore. Itâs from a hollow, crushing realization.
âWhat?â Changbin whispers.
Seungmin leans back slowly, looking like heâs just been punched in the gut. Hyunjinâs face goes deathly pale, his gaze dropping to the floor. Felix looks like heâs on the verge of a breakdown, his eyes welling with tears.
And Chan finally looks at you. He really looks at you for the first time in what feels like a lifetime.
ââŚyou didnâtâŚâ he starts, voice unsteady.
You let out a short, hollow laugh that has no humor in it. Of course you didnât. You had told them that. You had told them until your voice was hoarse and your heart was broken.
âI said I didnât,â you murmur, still refusing to look up from the table.
No one speaks. Thereâs nothing left to say that can undo the last seven days. No apology can take back the cold shoulders, the venomous whispers, or the way they looked at you like you were a stranger. They didn't just doubt you; they abandoned you when you needed them to be your family the most.
The sound of a chair scraping against the floor breaks the silence.
Footsteps approach you, hesitant and slow.
âHey,â Chan says softly, standing right in front of you. He reaches out a hand as if to touch your shoulder. âIâweâIâm so sorry, Iââ
You stand up before he can finish. You donât do it violently, and you donât make a scene. You just move enough to make him retract his hand, creating a physical boundary between you and the leader you used to trust implicitly.
âI need some air. Excuse me.â you say.
Your voice is calm. The kind of calm that comes after the storm has already leveled the house.
It makes Chanâs expression twist with a fresh wave of pain.
âCan we please talk about this?â he pleads, his voice cracking.
âLater,â you cut in, though you aren't sure if 'later' will ever actually come.
You donât wait for permission or for them to explain themselves. You just turn and walk out of the room, the door clicking shut behind you.
They donât go after you right away when the door clicks shut.
It isn't because they donât want toâitâs because none of them actually know how.
The room feels different now. Heavy in a way that makes breathing feel like work. The truth sits on the table between them like something alive, something ugly.
They were wrong.
Not just factually incorrect, but fundamentally cruel.
Chan drags both hands down his face, the skin stretching under the pressure. He paces the length of the room once, then twice, before stopping abruptly.
âWe fucked up,â he says, his voice sounding hollow, like it's echoing from the bottom of a well.
No one argues with him. Because there is absolutely nothing left to argue.
âI told you,â Felix whispers, voice trembling. âShe kept saying she didnât do itâŚâ
âAnd we didnât listen,â Hyunjin finishes quietly, his usual composure completely gone.
Jisung leans forward, elbows on his knees, staring at the floor. âWe accused her like it was already proven.â
That breaks something.
Because they all remember it nowâthe details they chose to ignore in their anger. They remember the way your voice shook when you pleaded with them. They remember the way your hands trembled when you held Hyunjinâs phone.
The way you kept saying I didnât do thisâover and over, like if you said it enough times, theyâd finally believe you.
But they didnât.
Chan exhales sharply. âWe fix this.â
Jeongin shakes his head slowly. âYou canât just âfixâ something like that, Hyung. You don't just glue that kind of trust back together.â
âI know,â Chan says, quieter now. âBut we have to try.â
Because now, they finally understand. It was never about whether you were innocent or guilty. It was about the fact that when things got hard, they didn't believe you.
ââ ⢠ăťâ¸â¸
You donât come back that night.
Or the next night.
Or the one after that.
Every single day that passes without your presence in the dorm feels like a punishment. Your bedroom door stays closed, a silent barrier that none of them dare to cross. Your things remain untouched on the shelvesâyour favorite mug in the cupboard, your shoes by the doorâand your absence becomes a physical thing, louder and more intrusive than any noise you ever made.
Itâs four days later when the front door finally clicks open.
You step inside cautiously, moving like a stranger in a house you've lived in for years. Youâre careful, quiet, keeping your shoulders hunched as if youâre trying to take up as little space as possible.
Itâs the movement of someone who doesn't quite feel like they belong anymore.
Eight heads turn immediately.
The tension is instant.
âHey,â Chan says, standing up too quickly, like heâs afraid youâll disappear if he doesnât move fast enough.
You give a small nod. âHi.â
Thatâs it. No smile. No warmth. Just a polite, distant greeting that hurts more than if you had walked in screaming at them.
Felix is the first one to bridge the gap. He walks toward you slowly, his hands held out slightly as if heâs approaching something fragile that might shatter at the slightest vibration.
âYouâre backâŚâ
âJust to grab some things,â you reply softly.
The words land like a physical punch to the gut of everyone in the room.
âThings?â Changbin repeats, panic flickering in his voice. âYouâre⌠leaving?â
You hesitate for a second, and that hesitation says more than a thousand words ever could.
âNo,â Chan says quickly, stepping closer. âNo, youâre notâweâre not letting it end like that. Please⌠just talk to us.â
Your grip tightens on your bag.
âI donât really know what there is to talk about.â
Minho flinches at the coldness in your tone. Seungmin looks down at his hands, unable to face you. Hyunjin finally finds his feet and steps forward, his voice quieter and more broken than theyâve ever heard it.
âWeâre sorry.â
You donât respond, so he keeps going, the words tumbling out in a rush.
âIâm sorry. I shouldnât have looked at you like that. We shouldnât have assumed the worst. You didnât deserve that.â
Jisung runs a hand through his hair, clearly frustratedâwith himself. âI said things I didnât mean. I was angry and I took it out on you, and thatâs notâthereâs no excuse for that.â
âI avoided you,â Felix adds, his voice breaking. âEven when I knew something felt off. Iâm so sorryâŚâ
Jeongin steps closer, eyes glossy. âI didnât defend you. I just stayed quiet. Thatâs on me too.â
Seungmin exhales shakily. âI pride myself on being rational, but I wasnât. I hurt you.â
Minho finally looks at youâreally looks at you. Thereâs something raw and bleeding in his expression now.
âI said you just wanted attention,â he mutters, the words tasting like ash. âThat was⌠messed up. Youâve never been that person. I knew that in my heart, and I just⌠I chose to ignore it.â
All of them owning every look, every word, and every silence.
No excuses about the stress of the comeback. No deflecting onto the intern.
Just pure, unadulterated guilt.
And Chan steps in front of you last. His voice is the quietest of all. âI shouldâve believed you. More than anyone else in this world, I should have been the one standing in front of you.â
Thatâs the one that cracks something in your chest.
Because heâs right.
Out of all of themâthe leader, the one who calls you family more than anyoneâhe should have known.
âI trusted evidence more than I trusted you,â he continues, eyes shining. âAnd thatâs not what a leader does. Thatâs not what someone who cares about you does.â
A heavy silence settles over the dorm. All eyes are on you, waiting. You swallow hard, feeling the lump in your throat.
ââŚI get why you were upset,â you say slowly. âThe situation was bad. I understand that.â
Relief flickers across a few faces but it fades just as quickly when you continue.
âBut you didnât just get upset,â you add, voice tightening. âYou decided it was me. Immediately.â
No one interrupts. Because they canât.
âYou didnât even hesitate.â
Your hands tremble slightly, but you keep going.
âI kept telling you I didnât do it. I was right there, and none of you believed me.â
You donât stop.
âI felt like I was begging just to be trusted. And thatâsâŚâ you shake your head. âThatâs not how itâs supposed to be.â
Chan looks like heâs about to reach out, to say something, but you take a small step back. Just a few inches. That tiny movement says everything.
âI forgive you,â you say.
They all freeze.
âBut I donât feel okay yet.â
The words are soft and painfully honest. Theyâre somehow heavier than anger.
âI donât think I can just⌠go back to normal like nothing happened.â
Minho clenches his jaw, his eyes dropping to the floor. Hyunjin looks away, his shoulders shaking. Changbin nods slowly, accepting the weight of your words even though it clearly hurts him to hear them.
âThatâs fair,â Chan says. âYou donât have to.â
You shift your bag on your shoulder.
âIâm not leaving the group,â you add quietly. âBut⌠I need time.â
No one argues. They donât have the right to demand anything from you anymore.
âTake all the time you need,â Seungmin says gently.
Felix wipes his tears. âWeâll wait.â
Changbin nods. âWeâll do better.â
Jeongin gives you a small, shaky smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. Minho just mutters, âWeâll prove weâre worth trusting again.â
Chan steps back, giving you space this time.
âWeâre not giving up on you,â he says softly. âEven if you need distance⌠weâll be here.â
You nod, but you donât move closer to them. Not yet.
And they notice that too.
The way you linger near the edges.
The way your voice stays careful and guarded.
The way you look at them like youâre measuring every word, every action like youâre walking on eggshells around people who were once your safest place.
It hurts.
But they donât rush you.
They donât demand hugs or smiles or forgiveness.
They justâtry.
Small things at first.
Gentler voices when they speak to you. Softer approaches when they enter a room you're in. They check in without pushing for an answer. They give you all the space in the world, while making sure you never actually feel alone.
Because they know now that trust isnât something you say sorry for.
Itâs something you rebuild, brick by brick, day by day.
And this time, theyâre not letting it break again.