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Summary: You’re down on your luck in love when you find yourself in a bad situation on a mountain in the middle of winter. When you’re rescued by a mysterious stranger you find peace, healing, and love you weren’t looking for but might have been there all along.
Warnings ⚠️: Semi-descriptive bodily injury, near-death experience, monster fucking (dragon), stretching/belly bulge, temperature play (heat), hand-wavy fantasy magic
WC: ~8k
AU: Non-idol, Shifter
Genre: slow burn smut; semi-monster smut
A/N: Not going to lie, this concept began as something for 2024 Kinktober fest. But let’s be honest, my writing doesn’t follow anyone’s schedule - not even my own. So a little over a year later here is this piece of work. Thanks to @skzdust for being the wall off which I bounce my ideas and for beta reading
You curse your boyfriend ex-boyfriend as you stumble down a trail, tears streaming down your face. Even though it was the middle of December you had planned this hiking trip to Bukhansan for the two of you as a way for the two of you to reconnect over your anniversary. This anniversary would mark 5 years together. Although you had been happy together in the beginning, lately you felt like things between you had been growing rocky. It started as dwindling interactions when the two of you were home at the same time; intimacy became fleeting and conversations were usually cold and distant. Then he started coming home after you went to sleep. Sometimes he smelled like traces of whiskey and cheap perfume. It made you uneasy, you weren’t naive, but when you tried to investigate you weren’t able to find any evidence. Your partner simply said things were crazy at work and he had a lot of meetings. You tried to trust him, but you often lost sleep worrying about it. And when you did sleep, you were plagued with a strange dream.
You stood atop a mountain in the middle of the night. Clouds obscured the stars around you. Try as you might, you could never make out any of your surroundings. You often sensed another presence in the darkness but received no reply when you called out. Sometimes you saw a shadow pass by as the air stirred around you, but nothing more.
Nevertheless, last night, both of you checked into ANTO Seoul on the outskirts of Bukhansan National Park. You had gone all out and booked a premium package for your stay. You enjoyed a festive dinner, all of the amenities and even shared a night of passion like you used to. You thought your plan to spend quality time reconnecting was working. For the first time in a long while you had slept deeply.
Then this morning, the morning of your anniversary, he woke you up with his bags packed. “I can’t do this anymore, Y/N,” he’d said with a sigh. “I’ve been sleeping with your best friend, on and off, for the last 6 months. I thought I’d try to give you another chance but I just can’t do it.” Give you another chance like you were the one with the problem? “I’m going back to the apartment to move out. I’ll leave my key on the counter” he said with finality before walking out without looking back.
You had cried for a few hours before deciding that you weren’t going to let a broken heart stop you from enjoying your hike. You checked the route and it is supposed to be a short hike up to a scenic overlook. You wiped your tears and bundled up with your winter gear, packing a small crossbody bag with a water bottle and a couple of granola bars.
You powered up the mountain in just a couple of hours. Overlooking the winter scenery you felt a sense of peace and freedom for the first time in, well, a long time. For a brief moment you even thought this could be the new beginning that you needed. Unfortunately, in your emotionally distressed state you had made a critical error. One of the prime rules of hiking is always check the local weather forecast - changes in weather have a way of sneaking up on you, especially in the mountains.
It was sunny when you left, but if you had checked the radar you would have seen the blizzard rolling in. You weren’t all that worried when the first flakes started falling. You grew up hiking and knew how to navigate on trails and so you picked up the pace and resolved to make it back. You weren’t even halfway back down the trail when the blizzard truly began to roll in. The wind picked up quickly causing the temperature to begin to drop and the snowfall grew heavier. Your tears started back up as you began to panic about your circumstances.
You forge on. But, blinded as you are by the flurrying snow and your freezing tears, you quickly lose the trail. You don’t realize you’re stumbling closer and closer to the edge until you lose your footing and tumble off the side of the mountain. You collide with several rocks and
You find yourself standing atop the mountain once more. The clouds that once obscured the stars have dissipated. You can make out the faint shadows of trees below you but can’t make much else of your surroundings. You are isolated but you don’t feel alone - something in the vast expanse of the night calls out to you. You yearn for it in your soul; but, what it is you do not know.
You come back to your senses sometime later with a groan. You’re disoriented and your head throbs but your safety training begins to kick in. Step one - check yourself for injury. You start by wiggling your fingers, hands and arms; although a little sore, no major injuries were apparent. Next, you bring a hand up to your throbbing head tender goose-egg near your temple but no blood. You find your torso to be a bit battered but free of major injuries. Your legs on the other hand are worse for wear. Both pant legs have tears from where they snagged on branches. Your right leg has a few scratches but your left thigh has a large stick protruding from it. You know you must be in shock because you don’t feel it. Your hands tremble as you inspect it. It’s bleeding steadily but appears to be a clean through-and-through.
Step two - stabilize yourself and call for help. You unzip your pocket to take out your phone only to see that the screen is smashed and unresponsive. Your crossbody is missing too. Your stomach sinks as you realize you are on your own, in the middle of nowhere with no food or water and no way to call for help. You let out a panicked sob and press your hands to your eyes. After a few minutes you pull yourself together. You don’t want to die here and you’re all that you have. You’re going to have to try to make it some place safe, and you can’t do that with the stick in your leg. You unwrap your scarf from around your neck and fashion a tourniquet before deftly removing the stick.
Step three - get yourself to safety. Wincing, you manage to get to your feet, but every step is agony. You’ve lessened your bleeding but not staunched it so you leave bloody tracks on the fresh white snow. You trudge on through the trees until day bleeds into night. Just as you reach a clearing in the trees your leg gives out and you collapse to the ground. You crawl through the snow until you reach the center. Finally, sapped of energy, of strength, of hope, you turn yourself onto your back with a ragged sigh. Somewhere along the way you lost your hat and a glove and it’s so, so cold.
You close your eyes, breathing hard. Each labored breath you exhale creates a small cloud of mist above you. When you open your eyes again you realize there is a lull in the storm granting you a clear view of the starry night sky. The circles of trees surrounding the clear creates a perfect frame for the image. It’s so beautiful and it might be the last thing you see. Your eyes burn with exhaustion and shed tears.
You continue to lay there looking at the stars, blinking slowly. The cold has seeped into your bones but you’ve stopped shivering. For a moment the stars are blotted out - as if a large shadow is passing overhead. It’s gone so quickly you question whether you saw anything at all. You chalk it up to your mind playing tricks in your delirium. Or maybe it was just Death coming for you.
You close your eyes accepting your fate. As you do, you suddenly picture the curly-haired boy, Channie, who used to be your neighbor. The two of you were like peas in a pod - spending every day together from dawn til dusk. But one day his family abruptly moved away and it destroyed you. You remember feeling like half of your soul was ripped away. Some days you still feel that way. You couldn’t deny that you missed him, and the way his rich chocolate eyes always seemed to be on you. You missed the cute dimples that formed when he smiled and made you laugh. But most of all, you missed his big hugs.
He always had an unnatural warmth that you found soothing. Whenever you were overwhelmed or had a bad day you sought comfort in his embrace. You were a sensitive child that got overwhelmed easily and as such, you could often be found hanging onto him. He called you his little koala.
Despite your circumstances the memories have brought you peace. No longer afraid you succumb to your trauma; allowing the penetrating cold and extended blood loss drag you under.
You feel as if you are floating. Drifting through time and space. Out of the darkness a muffled voice calls to you, “Shit! Hold on! Dammit, Y/N stay with me.” Your form is enveloped in warmth and you no longer feel adrift but anchored. And then the voice whispers, “I've got you babygirl.”
You are unaware of how much time passes before the voice speaks again.
“This might hurt a bit, I'm so sorry.”
You don’t understand. You’re trapped in a fog and so numb you can’t feel anything. But then you do. It starts as a searing pain in your leg that spreads like a wildfire through your veins until your whole body feels trapped in an inferno. Unbearable heat and the pain it brings burns away the fog clouding your mind. Someone holds you down as you thrash,your back arching as a scream rips from your throat.
“It's almost over.” the voice whispers.
True to its word, the pain begins fading - the heat dissipating into a warmth that feels pleasant, soothing. Familiar. Your body finally relaxes and you let out a long exhale as you fall into a peaceful slumber.
Your sleep does not remain peaceful for long. Your limbs become restless as your temperature continues to rise. Each breath comes with a rattle and wheeze. For a week your consciousness fades in and out as your body is ravaged by fever. Throughout it all you were hardly ever alone, not that you were aware of the company. Your savior stayed by your side the whole time; wiping the sweat from your brow with damp, cooling cloths and meticulously spoon feeding you rich broth. Maybe most importantly, they talked to you and kept you grounded by holding your hand.
From time to time you tossed and turned mumbling incoherently as fevered dreams brought you different visions. Swirling white snow around a mountain peak; bright roaring flames. At one point you become a creature soaring high above the tree tops before diving below the canopy to weave between tree trunks. You realize whatever creature you are is hunting - chasing after a deer as it leaps and bounds ahead of you. The last vision that comes to you is a pair of large glowing snake eyes the color of honeyed topaz. As you look into them the vertical pupils contract to mere slits then blow wide. You fall into their blackness and dream no more.
When you open your eyes, you are greeted by cold, gray stone vaulted high above you. You blinked, disoriented. Where were you? What happened to you? You wracked your brain and then sat up with a gasp as it all flooded back. You fell down the mountain side and had a stick impaled through your thigh. crawled to a clearing, injured and freezing. You were certain you were going to die, yet here you were. Alive. And, you realize, as naked as the day you came into this world.
You clutch the covers to you and realize that the soft material in your hands isn’t a typical woolen or cotton blanket but a conglomeration of pelts. Intrigued, you study your surroundings closer. You sat on a traditional yo surrounded by the soft furs of rabbit and fox. The bed - the word nest flashes in your mind - appears to be at the back of a yawning cavern. As you glance around you notice the rough stone walls appear to be draped in the pelts of wolves; likely to dampen the cold of natural stone.
In the center of the cavern a large fire blazes, popping and crackling, with a hearth for cooking. Beyond the fire is the mouth of the cave but all you can see is the white wall of a blizzard. You shiver instinctively, yet you don’t feel the cold. The roaring flames driving away any cold that might enter.
Off to one side of the cave is a large, rough hewn wooden table with matching bench seating. On the opposite wall is a futon, made of similar rough hewn wood and draped with even more pelts. Nearby, a bookshelf stands tall along the wall. In your haste to take in your surroundings, you miss the man reclining on the futon amongst the pelts, so bundled only his eyes and the tip of his nose show.
Having examined your surroundings, you take stock of yourself. Removing your injured leg from the covers you expect to see a red, raw wound. Yet what you see is the shiny pink and slightly puckered skin of a fresh scar. You lightly run your fingers over it feeling no pain and marveling at the stage of healing. How is that possible? Continuing your check, the rest of your limbs seem to be in order, but you feel weak and tired.
Still, curiosity has you shakily rising to your feet, drawing the blanket of furs tight around your body. On trembling legs you pad towards the mouth of the cave, pleasantly surprised by the warmth of the stone beneath your bare feet. From the opening all you can see and hear is the blowing snow and whistling wind. Wherever you are, there’s no way you are leaving any time soon.
“You shouldn’t be out of bed just yet,” a husky voice says from behind you.
Startled, you whirl around with a gasp and your legs give out beneath you. With wide eyes, you stare up at the man before you. Although, you might say he looks less like a man than a god. His upper body is bare and good lord is this man chiseled - broad shoulders, thick veiny arms and abdominals that might as well be carved from marble. You can’t help the way your eyes linger on the hard planes of his abs, trailing down them to where the lines disappear beneath the waistband of tight black pants. Interestingly, his feet remain as bare as yours.
He looks formidable, but the way he approaches you is gentle; with his hands held out as one would approach a frightened animal. You eye him warily but you continue your observations: black ink swirls in unfamiliar patterns all the way up his arms. He has a gorgeous face with a strong jaw and prominent nose. But it’s his eyes that really catch your gaze; you could have sworn for a moment they glowed honeyed topaz with lizard-like pupils. But when you look again they are a rich chocolate brown.
“Can I pick you up?” he asks softly.
Certain that you wouldn’t be able to walk on your own if you declined, you nod. With your permission he gathers you into his arms, mindful to keep the furs wrapped tightly around you. Although his biceps bulge, he picks you up with ease and clutches you gently to his chest. Even through the furs you can feel the heat he radiates. - like a furnace. It’s no wonder the man isn’t wearing a shirt or shoes.
He walks back to the futon where he was reclining and places you down gently. The furs are still warm from his body and once he sees that you’re settled amongst the furs, he turns and pads across the cave. There is a wardrobe you hadn’t noticed earlier resting against the stone wall. He rummages around before coming back with a few items: a thermal long sleeve shirt, boxers, and a pair of black joggers. He hands them to you before stepping back, rubbing a hand on the back of his neck almost sheepishly.
“Here, take these clothes. They’re the smallest I have.” He pauses for a moment before continuing, “my name is Christopher, or Chris. I’m sorry I had to undress you,” he stammers. “When– when I found you in the woods down the mountain, you were bleeding out and your clothes were in a sorry state. You were hypothermic and I didn’t know what else to do…” He pauses to take a breath, but you can tell he’s about to ramble on so you interrupt.
“Chris-” your voice cracks from disuse and you hold up your hand to cough before continuing. “Chris it’s okay, you did what you had to do and I understand that. The best way to warm someone up quickly is skin to skin contact…”
He breathes a sigh of relief at your understanding but you notice the tips of his ears turning red. “I’ll give you some privacy to get dressed.”
“Thank you. And you can call me Y/N,” you say as you take the clothes from him. He smiles at you and there's a brief moment where the silence swells between you, but surprisingly it’s not uncomfortable. When he turns around and pads across the cave you drop the blanket you were holding around you and pull on the shirt. As it passes over your head your nostrils are filled with the heady scent of bergamot and vetiver. You close your eyes and inhale deeply, humming appreciatively, before continuing to slot your arms into the sleeves and pull the shirt down. It’s long enough to be a tunic on you and the sleeves engulf your hands. You shove the sleeves up and pick up the boxers. You slip one foot then the other into the boxers and pull them up, shimmying your hips to get them into place. You eye the joggers, but feel quite warm amidst the furs and roaring fire and opt to leave them off. Certainly they’d be too big anyway.
Chris speaks up again from where he is busy raking hot coals into the hearth. “Would you like something to eat? I tried to feed you broth while you were out of it but after a week of only that you’re likely ravenous.”
You nod your head. When he doesn’t acknowledge your response you mentally facepalm, he obviously can’t see you. You clear your throat and murmur “yes, please.” As if to punctuate your answer, your stomach growls loudly. Embarrassed, you hide amongst the furs but Chris only chuckles softly before swinging a Dutch oven on a hook over the raked coals.
Your eyes follow his form as he works. You can’t help the way they trail up his legs, strong and sturdy, to the considerable swell of his ass. Those tight leather pants were doing both of you a favor. You spend the most time, however, admiring his back - his broad shoulders tapering to such a fine waist. Ugh, and the way the muscles ripple and shift under his skin with each move he makes. You have a sudden and inexplicable urge to wrap your arms around him from behind and rest your head between his shoulder blades. To place a kiss there marking him as yours. Wait what? Chris was basically a stranger.
You’re so lost in your thoughts you don’t notice him moving until he’s standing right in front of you holding a bowl. You flush a little when you look up at him, wide-eyed and lips parted. He hands you an earthenware bowl filled with steaming porridge and a wooden spoon..
“I made some jook earlier, when it looked like you’d be waking up soon,” Chris says. “It has plenty of vegetables and some meat to help you gather your strength back. I just had to heat it up. The meat is venison, I hope you don’t mind. Beef is hard to come by up here in the mountains.” He’s rambling again but you find it endearing and hide a soft smile.
You raise up a spoonful and blow on it before taking a taste. Your face lights up as the flavor spreads along your tongue and you have to suppress a moan. “I don’t mind. It’s been many years since I last had venison.” You take another bite before continuing. “It’s not very common in the cities, but I had a neighboring family who always seemed to be going on hunting trips. I was very good friends with their son…” you trail off into a fit of coughs.
“Oh!” Chris exclaims. “I’m so sorry, I should have offered you something to drink. Your throat must be sore and dry.” He frets and rushes over to hand you a mug of cold water.
You nestle the bowl in your lap and accept the mug gratefully, wrapping your hands around it and taking a deep drink. The water is ice cold but fresh and soothing to your parched throat. After draining the mug, you hand it back to Chris. In the exchange, your fingertips brush and you jolt as you feel an intense heat at the point of contact and you jerk away slightly.
The sensation fades just as quickly as it came. You brush the tips of your fingers with your thumb as you speak up. “Thank you, Chris, really. I don’t know how but you saved my life out there.”
He smiles at you in response and you can’t help but notice the dimples that form or the way the corners of his eyes crinkle. They remind you so very much of Chan. He’s been at the forefront of your mind since the memories of him played as you lay dying.
While you tuck into your food, he goes to the hearth again and returns with his own bowl before taking a seat on the other side of the futon. He’s careful to leave a respectful amount of space between the two of you, but still you can feel the warmth he radiates. He makes you feel comfortable. He makes you feel safe.
By the time you finish your bowl, your stomach is full and a satiated warmth is spreading throughout your body. In its wake the exhaustion begins to catch up to you and you find your body sinking further into the furs. Listening to the crackle of the fire your eyelids begin to droop and before long you are lulled to sleep by the warmth in and around you. Despite the space between the two of you, you subconsciously seek out his warmth and his scent until your head lands in his lap. You inhale his scent and let out a sigh of contentment as you nuzzle further into him. You're too far gone to hear him whisper “I've missed you so much Y//Nnie. What happened to you?”
When you wake up under the blanket of furs for the second time, you blink blearily. You don’t know whether it is day or night. However, the fire in the center of the cave is burning low and the whistling wind is blowing snow further into the cave. You glance around for Chris, but you don’t see him, so you pull the covers around you to retain your warmth and stand up. You still feel a little unsteady on your feet as you make your way across the cave.
Your first stop is the large bookshelf, you run a finger back and forth along the spines, choosing one at random “The Codex of Dragons”. It seems like an old book, the pages yellowed with age and bound in cracked almost scaly leather a rich green color. You've never seen dyed leather look so natural before. As you skim your fingers lightly over the cover you feel a searing heat not unlike when you brushed fingers with Chris, and a strange thrill runs down your spine.
Satisfied with your choice you retreat to the futon to read by the dying light of the fire. You nestle yourself amongst the furs and crack the cover. It begins with the ancestry of dragons and you find yourself enthralled. To you dragons were naught but a myth, but the Codex was written as though it were a detailed historical recounting.
Dragonkind has existed for a very long time. In fact amongst our kind it is widely believed that we were the Gods’ first creations; they sculpted our bodies from the elements and gave us a heart of fire. This gives our bodies tremendous strength and power. And the fireheart, in addition to being our very life essence, is a source of primal magic.
Every dragon is innately able to draw upon their fireheart to breathe fire. Some of our kind possess a fireheart capable of acting as a conduit allowing our innate magic to be channeled outwards and effecting changes on the surroundings - usually manifesting minor manipulations of the elements. Rarest of all are the blessed dragons and their bloodlines who can channel their very life essence to heal others.
With such power we ruled both the Earth and Sky for a millenia. But such power also made our existence solitary. We separated into territories, typically in remote places like deserts and mounts, and rarely formed bonds outside our immediate family units. Even the Gods who created us rarely spoke to us. Thus we watched over the world as silent guardians while the Gods created other creatures.
As time passed some creatures thrived, others died, and our loneliness grew. One day the Gods created Humankind, a different sort of creature that bore neither fur, feather, nor claw and walked on two legs. They banded together forming large settlements that sprawled across much of the land.
Where our existence was stark and lonely, their existence was vibrant and sociable. They befriended many creatures and even the Gods spoke to them. The Gods cherished these creations while we were forgotten and thus we became resentful.
When at last there came a great calamity which threatened the survival of Humanity the Gods remembered their first children. They came to us for help. Initially, we refused - after standing by and bearing witness to the death of many other creations why should humanity not face the same fate. This angered the Gods, but they offered us a boon to do this duty.
The boon we were granted was the ability to take a human form at will. With this we were able to walk amongst their favored children. We experienced closeness and companionship for the first time, and as such we thrived. At some point, we discovered that the Gods, whether on purpose or by accident, also bound us to a human counterpart - a human whose soul resonated with our fireheart - a soulmate.
You snap the book closed with a scoff and toss it to the other side of the futon. Somehow, you could believe that Dragonkind existed more than you could believe in soul mates. Thinking back on your history with relationships you’re not even sure you could believe in love itself. Love, after all, is one of the reasons you were here on this god-forsaken mountain.
Yet, as you nestle down amongst the furs you can't help but idly wonder idly what it would be like if soul mates were real. To have someone who is supposed to be your perfect match in all things. Someone hopefully devoted to you. The closest you think you ever came to a love like that was your neighbor Channie, but you were only children. As you ponder, your lids begin to droop until sleep claims you again.
You stand atop the mountain on the clearest of nights; behind you a backdrop of stars and in front a full moon hangs low and large in the sky. As you stare out over the land, the stars around you begin to disappear, as if winking out. Just as suddenly, they reappear and hovering before you is a massive dragon. Its serpentine body lazily undulates, obsidian scales glinting in the moonlight, while honey topaz eyes stare into yours. You feel no fear as you stare back into its eyes. Slowly, as if compelled, you reach out to touch its snout. When you make contact, you feel a searing heat and wake with a start.
There is a thunk and loud clatter of logs followed by a quiet curse. A few more hours must have passed as the cave is dark - the fire all but embers. You blink and rub your eyes, pushing your dream to the back of your mind. In the dim ember-light you can just make out Chris's form arranging fresh logs over the remains of the fire. You watch as he leans forward, blowing onto the embers; in response the fire flares up, as if he breathed it back to life.
You sit up and the furs rustle. When he turns around to look at you, you see he is clad only in simple breeches and a fur cloak. Your mouth goes dry as your eyes track the rivulets of melted snow running down the hard planes of his chest and abs. When your eyes return to his face, he offers you a dimpled smirk, and you flush.
“I'm sorry I was gone so long. I meant to only be gone a few hours but I underestimated how long it would take to find game in this blizzard,” he says, holding up a brace of coneys. “I'll get this made into a stew. Then we can get you fed and back to bed.”
Over the next week you spend your days relaxing and regaining strength, getting to know Christopher, and reading. . Christopher has a surprisingly large collection of books, but every time you chose another book to read you felt an irresistible pull back to Codex. As you read the Codex you learned many things. You learned about Dragonkin, the weak and/or diluted bloodlines descended from mated Dragons and humans. Not every child born between a human and dragon would inherit the ability to become a dragon; in some bloodlines the ability could skip generations or become repressed altogether. You learned more specifics about Dragon magic. And you did your best to avoid learning more about Dragon mates.
The more time you spend reading the Codex, the more Dragon characteristics you begin to notice about Chris. For one, he was always blazing warm, often venturing outside without putting a shirt or shoes on. Two, the strange ease with which he built the fires each day without a starter. Three, judging by the ease with which he carried large quantities of wood and large game he seemed to have a superhuman strength. And four, his superior hunting skills - who knows how else he got around out there to find wild game in the middle of a blizzard.
Each night you crawled under the covers of the yo alone while Chris slept on the futon. That's if he ever slept; you often woke in the night and found him reading, or doing pushups and sit-ups, or simply watching you. On more than one such occasion you swore the eyes that watched you were topaz, faintly glowing in the dim light. But each time you blinked, and they were back to normal.
Sometimes when you woke in the night, you would join Christopher on the futon and the two of you would talk about anything and everything. Talking to him felt natural and comfortable and as you talked you naturally gravitated closer to him until you ended up cuddling. One night, while laying in his arms, you even shared what had caused your accident. You could feel the rage, the protectiveness, pouring off him as he tightened his arms around you. lt reminded you of the way Chan, your long lost friend, used to comfort you after confronting one of your many neighborhood bullies.
You drew more and more similarities between the past and the present while at the same time refusing to entertain the possibility. For fear that it was true, or that it wasn't you couldn't be sure. There were, however, three things that seemed undeniable to you. One, if the Codex was to be believed, all signs indicated that Chris was one of the Dragonkind (or Dragonkin at the very least). Two, whenever the two of you were in close proximity, as was happening more and more frequently, there was a heat that sparked to life between the two. It was the kind of heat that heightened your senses - making you hyperaware of all things Chris. You desired him. Which brought you to number three, by lust or by love you were falling for him and you could only hope he felt the same.
By the time night falls on the seventh day the clouds give way to a clear and silent sky. Chris stands at the mouth of the cave looking out over the land. You take a quiet moment to admire his silhouette against the night sky before padding up to him. It’s surprisingly bright outside and you can see for miles.
You must have said something out loud because he says, “It’s a full moon. That’s why it’s so bright out.”
“It’s beautiful,” you murmur.
He makes a non-committal noise of agreement. When you turn to look up at him, you find him already looking back at you. He raises a rough palm, cupping your cheek as he says “you’re beautiful, Y/N.” You close your eyes, leaning into the touch you’ve been craving humming as the now familiar heat blooms between you.
There is a long silence as you both savor the moment before he steps closer to whispers in your ear, “I know you’ve been reading the Codex… do you know what I am? Do you know who I am, little koala?”
A tremor runs through you as it sinks in. He called you little koala which means your hope or fear came true. You take a deep breath and open your eyes meeting his glowing topaz gaze. “You’re one of the Dragonkind and your name is Chan. Bang Christopher Chan.”
He nods and then asks, “Do you know what you are to me, Y/Nnie?”
You suppose you could guess, but you had staunchly avoided the section of the Codex pertaining to mates so you simply shook your head and waited for the answer.
“You’re my mate - my other half, my perfect match. Mine.” You put a finger against his lips to shush him, but still words continue to rush out of his mouth. “Cruel fate put you in my arms as a child, before I could know what you were to me. My family and I left you behind all those years ago and I almost lost you forever.”
Positive he’ll keep rambling if you let him, you slide your hand to his nape and pull him in for a kiss. He tenses briefly in surprise but his lips quickly soften to yours, returning your kiss with surprising gentleness. When you pull apart it’s your turn to speak.
“Channie... I never thought I'd see you again, but you found me. You saved me. I’m here now.”
This time he's the one that kisses you, softly at first. But when you let out a little moan and part your lips he wastes no time deepening the kiss. Hot desire fills your veins and pools in your core. The heat between you builds to a raging inferno that consumes all your oxygen while his tongue snakes into your mouth and tangles with yours.
When you break the kiss with a gasp for air, Chan caresses your face and murmurs, “I love you Y/N. I always have. Let me show you how much.”
You nod and he picks you up bridal style, carrying you back towards the furs. He sets you down and kneels reverently between your thighs as he strips you of your clothes. He takes his time, reveling in beauty. His attention makes you feel wanton - your skin seems to buzz underneath his touch and you cant your hips up.
He pulls back from you slightly to say “you should know that even in this form I'm still a dragon. There are…differences,” his ears turning red as he gestures to the sizable bulge straining against his breeches.
“Show me,” you whisper, reaching for his waistband. You've been drooling over his bare chest and back all week and you couldn't wait to see all of him. He helps you strip off his pants and when his cock pops free your jaw drops.
There are definitely distinct differences from the human cocks you've seen. For one it's significantly larger than any of the few human counterparts you'd laid eyes on; it's easily 9 or 10 inches in length with a tapered tip expanding into a girthy knot like base I'm. Along the underside running from the knot to halfway up the shaft are what look like scales
Curious, you reach out a hand and stroke him. He inhales sharply and his cock jumps in your hand, precum pooling at the tip. His flesh is superheated in your hand. When you inspect the scales with your fingers you find that they aren't hard at all like you expected. They feel like slightly firmer ridges compared to the rest of his engorged flesh. You can't help but wonder what they would feel like inside of you - though you can't imagine how all of him would fit.
Thinking about the stretch excites you more than you care to admit. Unfortunately for you, your pussy gives you away with a gush of your arousal. Chris chuckles and swipes a finger through your glistening folds before sticking them in his mouth with a sinful moan. He positions himself between your thighs resting on his elbows. He throws your legs over his shoulders, spreading them wide and grips your hips with his hands. You feel his hot breath on your pussy followed by his tongue. “You taste so sweet, babygirl.” Lick. “I'm going to eat you up,” lick, “and get you nice and ready for my cock.” Lick, lick. “Gonna stretch you out.” Lick lick, “Gonna make you mine.”
You moan softly each time Chris swipes his tongue through your folds. His tongue is so warm and hits all the right places. You fall into an endless cycle of pleasure, your pussy weeping as he laps up every drop of slick arousal you give him. As you spiral higher and higher all your blood rushes lower. Your head becomes light and fuzzy while your labia engorge and your clit peeks out from its hood. Your thighs begin to tremble when you near the peak and Chris sends you tumbling over the crest with a sharp flick of the tip of his tongue against your swollen clit.
You release a silent cry as your back arches off the bed. Your pussy pulses and clenches around nothing but Chris doesn't stop his ministrations. He slows to gentle licks easing you through your orgasm. When overstimulation begins to set in you try to close your thighs but he easily keeps them open. Instead, he pulls you closer by your hips and thrusts his tongue into your core.
You squeal at the intrusion but the sound quickly falls off into a moan as his tongue begins moving inside of you. At first the strokes are languid, gentle explorations of your slick inner walls. Chris quietly groans each time he scoops out your essence with his tongue.
His licks gradually increase in tempo until his tongue is steadily fucking in and out of you. And goddamn, his tongue must be long because you can feel him in your deepest parts. At the end of each stroke he flicks the tip of his tongue into your g-spot. The stimulation is electrifying and it's not long before you're cresting over the second summit with a cry.
In your orgasmic haze you miss when Chris rises to a kneeling position. He caresses your trembling thighs affectionately, gliding his cock through your puffy, glistening folds. By the time your trembling subsides he's well lubricated and he notches the tapered tip of his cock at your entrance. He doesn’t push in. Instead, he hesitates and looks at you.
After a moment of waiting, you look back at him questioningly. When you meet his gaze, it is his topaz dragon eyes that stare back at you. He speaks in a voice that is his own yet also underlaid with a deeper, gravely tone.
“Y/N. Mate. Tell me you want this. Tell me you want me. All of me. Let me claim you.”
You reach your arms up to pull him closer. “I’ve always been yours, Channie. I want you. Take me.”
With your consent he begins slowly pushing into your core. The first couple of inches are easy, thanks to the tapered head. However, as the appendage begins to flare you can feel your walls, slick as they are, start gripping his cock and resisting the intrusion. He pulls back a little before pushing forward. Again and again, each thrust sinking his cock just a little deeper.
By the time he's sunk his cock to where the scaly ridges begin your lips and walls are stretched tight. You can feel his tip kissing your womb and when you look down, you can see a faint bulge in your belly where his tip is pressing against your womb.
“Nnnghh,” you groan. You feel overwhelmed, simultaneously more aroused than you’ve ever been but also scared. “I can't do it, Channie. It's too big!” you cry.
“Shhhhh babygirl,” he soothes, “you can do it. Big stretch. I’ll make it fit. You can do it for me, right?”
He reaches down with one hand and begins strumming your clit with his thumb. Even stretched tight your walls still begin to flutter and clench around him. Trying to draw him in deeper or push him out, you don't know.
“That's it babygirl,” he coos at you, rubbing your swollen clit faster. “Are you going to cum on my cock like a good girl? Do you trust me?”
You do trust him, more than anything you think. You nod as your eyes fall closed against the growing tide of pleasure.
“Look into my eyes, Y/N,” he commands as he places a hand over your bulging belly.
Your eyes snap open and lock onto his topaz gaze. His eyes glow brighter and you feel an intense heat begin to build underneath his hand and spread throughout your core. The heat melts away all your pain and discomfort allowing the tide of pleasure to sweep you under.
You scream as you cum around his cock. Slick release coats his cock providing fresh lubrication as your walls pulse, pulling him in. He slides his hand from atop your womb back to your hip once more. Even with his hand removed the intense heat remains.
He begins pulling you further onto his cock while flexing his hips. Centimeter by centimeter his cock disappears inside your walls as they stretch to accommodate him. There is no pain or discomfort as your body adapts to him. As each of his ridges enter your channel, they drag against your sensitive flesh sending fresh bolts of pleasure through you, prolonging your aftershocks. Finally it's just his knot- like base that's left outside of you.
“This is it, babygirl. I need you to bear down on me, push against me,” he says. That seems counterintuitive to you, but you can barely think so you follow his instruction and push down with your walls. With a slight pop he suddenly fully seated, sheathed to the hilt inside of you.
Chris lets out a breathy groan as his hips finally meet yours. “That’s it babygirl, I knew you could do it for me” he praises. “Your cunt feels so good molded to the shape of my cock.”
You feel impossibly full but you couldn't agree more with his statement. His length is a searing heat that sets each of your nerve endings alight as your walls continue to flutter and clench around him. When you look down you let out a moan as you see how prominent the belly bulge has become. You can't believe all of his monster cock is deep inside of you.
After a few moments he tentatively circles his hips, both of you moaning with the movement. When he begins sliding his cock back out, your walls grip him tightly, resisting his departure. When only the tip remains he thrusts in, your walls parting to welcome him back. He watches your face for any signs of the discomfort that is long since gone.
He sets a slow and steady pace stroking in and out. You moan at the repeated sensation of his ridges dragging along your walls. You've never felt pleasure or this magnitude but you want more. No, you need more.
“More Channie!” you beg. “Fuck me harder. Make me yours”
He grins, the tip of his tongue peeking out of the side of his mouth, and picks up the pace. Before long he’s plunging up into you without mercy. You’re both moaning and grunting with the force of your coupling but neither of you seem to be bothered, lost to the pleasure.
Eventually, he brushes his thumb over your clit and you detonate, clamping down around his cock until his hips stutter and he pours his white hot release into you. You can feel every pulse of his cock, every rope of cum that paints your walls and your womb. Although some dribbles out of you, the majority is locked inside of you by his knotty girth. By the time he softens and pulls out, you’ve already fallen into a deep sleep.
You find yourself standing atop the mountain again but this time you recognize it. The moon is new and the sky is dark save for the stars. As with the first time, the stars begin winking out and you feel a rush of wind pass you by. This time when the obsidian dragon with topaz eyes appears before you, you recognize it as yours. Your Chan. Your Christopher. When its giant maw opens you are not afraid. As if compelled by instinct you raise your hands up as it breathes a gout of gold flame which swirls and coalesces into a small orb which you catch. This ball of fire, though hot, does not burn but soothes, and you press it to your chest where it is absorbed.
In an instant everything is right in your world. As Chan's soul twines with yours, his strength, his comfort, his love also becomes yours. You know you will never be alone again.
When you wake the next morning, Christopher is wrapped around you amongst the furs. He is fast asleep for once, breath slow and steady. His hand, hot and heavy, rests on your chest over your heart where your skin faintly prickles and tingles. When you move his hand to investigate, you see a gold flame pattern swirling across your breast, as if inked there.
For all your previous lack of faith, you know what this for you can feel where Chan's soul rests with yours. It's an exquisite mate mark. The physical manifestation of the union of your two souls. In your dream you accepted a flame from Chan's fireheart thereby accepting his life, his love, and his very essence.
Two perfectly imperfect souls separated by the past, reunited in the present, and forever bound for the future.
Summary: You’re down on your luck in love when you find yourself in a bad situation on a mountain in the middle of winter. When you’re rescued by a mysterious stranger you find peace, healing, and love you weren’t looking for but might have been there all along.
Warnings ⚠️: Semi-descriptive bodily injury, near-death experience, monster fucking (dragon), stretching/belly bulge, temperature play (heat), hand-wavy fantasy magic
WC: ~8k
AU: Non-idol, Shifter
Genre: slow burn smut; semi-monster smut
A/N: Not going to lie, this concept began as something for 2024 Kinktober fest. But let’s be honest, my writing doesn’t follow anyone’s schedule - not even my own. So a little over a year later here is this piece of work. Thanks to @skzdust for being the wall off which I bounce my ideas and for beta reading
You curse your boyfriend ex-boyfriend as you stumble down a trail, tears streaming down your face. Even though it was the middle of December you had planned this hiking trip to Bukhansan for the two of you as a way for the two of you to reconnect over your anniversary. This anniversary would mark 5 years together. Although you had been happy together in the beginning, lately you felt like things between you had been growing rocky. It started as dwindling interactions when the two of you were home at the same time; intimacy became fleeting and conversations were usually cold and distant. Then he started coming home after you went to sleep. Sometimes he smelled like traces of whiskey and cheap perfume. It made you uneasy, you weren’t naive, but when you tried to investigate you weren’t able to find any evidence. Your partner simply said things were crazy at work and he had a lot of meetings. You tried to trust him, but you often lost sleep worrying about it. And when you did sleep, you were plagued with a strange dream.
You stood atop a mountain in the middle of the night. Clouds obscured the stars around you. Try as you might, you could never make out any of your surroundings. You often sensed another presence in the darkness but received no reply when you called out. Sometimes you saw a shadow pass by as the air stirred around you, but nothing more.
Nevertheless, last night, both of you checked into ANTO Seoul on the outskirts of Bukhansan National Park. You had gone all out and booked a premium package for your stay. You enjoyed a festive dinner, all of the amenities and even shared a night of passion like you used to. You thought your plan to spend quality time reconnecting was working. For the first time in a long while you had slept deeply.
Then this morning, the morning of your anniversary, he woke you up with his bags packed. “I can’t do this anymore, Y/N,” he’d said with a sigh. “I’ve been sleeping with your best friend, on and off, for the last 6 months. I thought I’d try to give you another chance but I just can’t do it.” Give you another chance like you were the one with the problem? “I’m going back to the apartment to move out. I’ll leave my key on the counter” he said with finality before walking out without looking back.
You had cried for a few hours before deciding that you weren’t going to let a broken heart stop you from enjoying your hike. You checked the route and it is supposed to be a short hike up to a scenic overlook. You wiped your tears and bundled up with your winter gear, packing a small crossbody bag with a water bottle and a couple of granola bars.
You powered up the mountain in just a couple of hours. Overlooking the winter scenery you felt a sense of peace and freedom for the first time in, well, a long time. For a brief moment you even thought this could be the new beginning that you needed. Unfortunately, in your emotionally distressed state you had made a critical error. One of the prime rules of hiking is always check the local weather forecast - changes in weather have a way of sneaking up on you, especially in the mountains.
It was sunny when you left, but if you had checked the radar you would have seen the blizzard rolling in. You weren’t all that worried when the first flakes started falling. You grew up hiking and knew how to navigate on trails and so you picked up the pace and resolved to make it back. You weren’t even halfway back down the trail when the blizzard truly began to roll in. The wind picked up quickly causing the temperature to begin to drop and the snowfall grew heavier. Your tears started back up as you began to panic about your circumstances.
You forge on. But, blinded as you are by the flurrying snow and your freezing tears, you quickly lose the trail. You don’t realize you’re stumbling closer and closer to the edge until you lose your footing and tumble off the side of the mountain. You collide with several rocks and
You find yourself standing atop the mountain once more. The clouds that once obscured the stars have dissipated. You can make out the faint shadows of trees below you but can’t make much else of your surroundings. You are isolated but you don’t feel alone - something in the vast expanse of the night calls out to you. You yearn for it in your soul; but, what it is you do not know.
You come back to your senses sometime later with a groan. You’re disoriented and your head throbs but your safety training begins to kick in. Step one - check yourself for injury. You start by wiggling your fingers, hands and arms; although a little sore, no major injuries were apparent. Next, you bring a hand up to your throbbing head tender goose-egg near your temple but no blood. You find your torso to be a bit battered but free of major injuries. Your legs on the other hand are worse for wear. Both pant legs have tears from where they snagged on branches. Your right leg has a few scratches but your left thigh has a large stick protruding from it. You know you must be in shock because you don’t feel it. Your hands tremble as you inspect it. It’s bleeding steadily but appears to be a clean through-and-through.
Step two - stabilize yourself and call for help. You unzip your pocket to take out your phone only to see that the screen is smashed and unresponsive. Your crossbody is missing too. Your stomach sinks as you realize you are on your own, in the middle of nowhere with no food or water and no way to call for help. You let out a panicked sob and press your hands to your eyes. After a few minutes you pull yourself together. You don’t want to die here and you’re all that you have. You’re going to have to try to make it some place safe, and you can’t do that with the stick in your leg. You unwrap your scarf from around your neck and fashion a tourniquet before deftly removing the stick.
Step three - get yourself to safety. Wincing, you manage to get to your feet, but every step is agony. You’ve lessened your bleeding but not staunched it so you leave bloody tracks on the fresh white snow. You trudge on through the trees until day bleeds into night. Just as you reach a clearing in the trees your leg gives out and you collapse to the ground. You crawl through the snow until you reach the center. Finally, sapped of energy, of strength, of hope, you turn yourself onto your back with a ragged sigh. Somewhere along the way you lost your hat and a glove and it’s so, so cold.
You close your eyes, breathing hard. Each labored breath you exhale creates a small cloud of mist above you. When you open your eyes again you realize there is a lull in the storm granting you a clear view of the starry night sky. The circles of trees surrounding the clear creates a perfect frame for the image. It’s so beautiful and it might be the last thing you see. Your eyes burn with exhaustion and shed tears.
You continue to lay there looking at the stars, blinking slowly. The cold has seeped into your bones but you’ve stopped shivering. For a moment the stars are blotted out - as if a large shadow is passing overhead. It’s gone so quickly you question whether you saw anything at all. You chalk it up to your mind playing tricks in your delirium. Or maybe it was just Death coming for you.
You close your eyes accepting your fate. As you do, you suddenly picture the curly-haired boy, Channie, who used to be your neighbor. The two of you were like peas in a pod - spending every day together from dawn til dusk. But one day his family abruptly moved away and it destroyed you. You remember feeling like half of your soul was ripped away. Some days you still feel that way. You couldn’t deny that you missed him, and the way his rich chocolate eyes always seemed to be on you. You missed the cute dimples that formed when he smiled and made you laugh. But most of all, you missed his big hugs.
He always had an unnatural warmth that you found soothing. Whenever you were overwhelmed or had a bad day you sought comfort in his embrace. You were a sensitive child that got overwhelmed easily and as such, you could often be found hanging onto him. He called you his little koala.
Despite your circumstances the memories have brought you peace. No longer afraid you succumb to your trauma; allowing the penetrating cold and extended blood loss drag you under.
You feel as if you are floating. Drifting through time and space. Out of the darkness a muffled voice calls to you, “Shit! Hold on! Dammit, Y/N stay with me.” Your form is enveloped in warmth and you no longer feel adrift but anchored. And then the voice whispers, “I've got you babygirl.”
You are unaware of how much time passes before the voice speaks again.
“This might hurt a bit, I'm so sorry.”
You don’t understand. You’re trapped in a fog and so numb you can’t feel anything. But then you do. It starts as a searing pain in your leg that spreads like a wildfire through your veins until your whole body feels trapped in an inferno. Unbearable heat and the pain it brings burns away the fog clouding your mind. Someone holds you down as you thrash,your back arching as a scream rips from your throat.
“It's almost over.” the voice whispers.
True to its word, the pain begins fading - the heat dissipating into a warmth that feels pleasant, soothing. Familiar. Your body finally relaxes and you let out a long exhale as you fall into a peaceful slumber.
Your sleep does not remain peaceful for long. Your limbs become restless as your temperature continues to rise. Each breath comes with a rattle and wheeze. For a week your consciousness fades in and out as your body is ravaged by fever. Throughout it all you were hardly ever alone, not that you were aware of the company. Your savior stayed by your side the whole time; wiping the sweat from your brow with damp, cooling cloths and meticulously spoon feeding you rich broth. Maybe most importantly, they talked to you and kept you grounded by holding your hand.
From time to time you tossed and turned mumbling incoherently as fevered dreams brought you different visions. Swirling white snow around a mountain peak; bright roaring flames. At one point you become a creature soaring high above the tree tops before diving below the canopy to weave between tree trunks. You realize whatever creature you are is hunting - chasing after a deer as it leaps and bounds ahead of you. The last vision that comes to you is a pair of large glowing snake eyes the color of honeyed topaz. As you look into them the vertical pupils contract to mere slits then blow wide. You fall into their blackness and dream no more.
When you open your eyes, you are greeted by cold, gray stone vaulted high above you. You blinked, disoriented. Where were you? What happened to you? You wracked your brain and then sat up with a gasp as it all flooded back. You fell down the mountain side and had a stick impaled through your thigh. crawled to a clearing, injured and freezing. You were certain you were going to die, yet here you were. Alive. And, you realize, as naked as the day you came into this world.
You clutch the covers to you and realize that the soft material in your hands isn’t a typical woolen or cotton blanket but a conglomeration of pelts. Intrigued, you study your surroundings closer. You sat on a traditional yo surrounded by the soft furs of rabbit and fox. The bed - the word nest flashes in your mind - appears to be at the back of a yawning cavern. As you glance around you notice the rough stone walls appear to be draped in the pelts of wolves; likely to dampen the cold of natural stone.
In the center of the cavern a large fire blazes, popping and crackling, with a hearth for cooking. Beyond the fire is the mouth of the cave but all you can see is the white wall of a blizzard. You shiver instinctively, yet you don’t feel the cold. The roaring flames driving away any cold that might enter.
Off to one side of the cave is a large, rough hewn wooden table with matching bench seating. On the opposite wall is a futon, made of similar rough hewn wood and draped with even more pelts. Nearby, a bookshelf stands tall along the wall. In your haste to take in your surroundings, you miss the man reclining on the futon amongst the pelts, so bundled only his eyes and the tip of his nose show.
Having examined your surroundings, you take stock of yourself. Removing your injured leg from the covers you expect to see a red, raw wound. Yet what you see is the shiny pink and slightly puckered skin of a fresh scar. You lightly run your fingers over it feeling no pain and marveling at the stage of healing. How is that possible? Continuing your check, the rest of your limbs seem to be in order, but you feel weak and tired.
Still, curiosity has you shakily rising to your feet, drawing the blanket of furs tight around your body. On trembling legs you pad towards the mouth of the cave, pleasantly surprised by the warmth of the stone beneath your bare feet. From the opening all you can see and hear is the blowing snow and whistling wind. Wherever you are, there’s no way you are leaving any time soon.
“You shouldn’t be out of bed just yet,” a husky voice says from behind you.
Startled, you whirl around with a gasp and your legs give out beneath you. With wide eyes, you stare up at the man before you. Although, you might say he looks less like a man than a god. His upper body is bare and good lord is this man chiseled - broad shoulders, thick veiny arms and abdominals that might as well be carved from marble. You can’t help the way your eyes linger on the hard planes of his abs, trailing down them to where the lines disappear beneath the waistband of tight black pants. Interestingly, his feet remain as bare as yours.
He looks formidable, but the way he approaches you is gentle; with his hands held out as one would approach a frightened animal. You eye him warily but you continue your observations: black ink swirls in unfamiliar patterns all the way up his arms. He has a gorgeous face with a strong jaw and prominent nose. But it’s his eyes that really catch your gaze; you could have sworn for a moment they glowed honeyed topaz with lizard-like pupils. But when you look again they are a rich chocolate brown.
“Can I pick you up?” he asks softly.
Certain that you wouldn’t be able to walk on your own if you declined, you nod. With your permission he gathers you into his arms, mindful to keep the furs wrapped tightly around you. Although his biceps bulge, he picks you up with ease and clutches you gently to his chest. Even through the furs you can feel the heat he radiates. - like a furnace. It’s no wonder the man isn’t wearing a shirt or shoes.
He walks back to the futon where he was reclining and places you down gently. The furs are still warm from his body and once he sees that you’re settled amongst the furs, he turns and pads across the cave. There is a wardrobe you hadn’t noticed earlier resting against the stone wall. He rummages around before coming back with a few items: a thermal long sleeve shirt, boxers, and a pair of black joggers. He hands them to you before stepping back, rubbing a hand on the back of his neck almost sheepishly.
“Here, take these clothes. They’re the smallest I have.” He pauses for a moment before continuing, “my name is Christopher, or Chris. I’m sorry I had to undress you,” he stammers. “When– when I found you in the woods down the mountain, you were bleeding out and your clothes were in a sorry state. You were hypothermic and I didn’t know what else to do…” He pauses to take a breath, but you can tell he’s about to ramble on so you interrupt.
“Chris-” your voice cracks from disuse and you hold up your hand to cough before continuing. “Chris it’s okay, you did what you had to do and I understand that. The best way to warm someone up quickly is skin to skin contact…”
He breathes a sigh of relief at your understanding but you notice the tips of his ears turning red. “I’ll give you some privacy to get dressed.”
“Thank you. And you can call me Y/N,” you say as you take the clothes from him. He smiles at you and there's a brief moment where the silence swells between you, but surprisingly it’s not uncomfortable. When he turns around and pads across the cave you drop the blanket you were holding around you and pull on the shirt. As it passes over your head your nostrils are filled with the heady scent of bergamot and vetiver. You close your eyes and inhale deeply, humming appreciatively, before continuing to slot your arms into the sleeves and pull the shirt down. It’s long enough to be a tunic on you and the sleeves engulf your hands. You shove the sleeves up and pick up the boxers. You slip one foot then the other into the boxers and pull them up, shimmying your hips to get them into place. You eye the joggers, but feel quite warm amidst the furs and roaring fire and opt to leave them off. Certainly they’d be too big anyway.
Chris speaks up again from where he is busy raking hot coals into the hearth. “Would you like something to eat? I tried to feed you broth while you were out of it but after a week of only that you’re likely ravenous.”
You nod your head. When he doesn’t acknowledge your response you mentally facepalm, he obviously can’t see you. You clear your throat and murmur “yes, please.” As if to punctuate your answer, your stomach growls loudly. Embarrassed, you hide amongst the furs but Chris only chuckles softly before swinging a Dutch oven on a hook over the raked coals.
Your eyes follow his form as he works. You can’t help the way they trail up his legs, strong and sturdy, to the considerable swell of his ass. Those tight leather pants were doing both of you a favor. You spend the most time, however, admiring his back - his broad shoulders tapering to such a fine waist. Ugh, and the way the muscles ripple and shift under his skin with each move he makes. You have a sudden and inexplicable urge to wrap your arms around him from behind and rest your head between his shoulder blades. To place a kiss there marking him as yours. Wait what? Chris was basically a stranger.
You’re so lost in your thoughts you don’t notice him moving until he’s standing right in front of you holding a bowl. You flush a little when you look up at him, wide-eyed and lips parted. He hands you an earthenware bowl filled with steaming porridge and a wooden spoon..
“I made some jook earlier, when it looked like you’d be waking up soon,” Chris says. “It has plenty of vegetables and some meat to help you gather your strength back. I just had to heat it up. The meat is venison, I hope you don’t mind. Beef is hard to come by up here in the mountains.” He’s rambling again but you find it endearing and hide a soft smile.
You raise up a spoonful and blow on it before taking a taste. Your face lights up as the flavor spreads along your tongue and you have to suppress a moan. “I don’t mind. It’s been many years since I last had venison.” You take another bite before continuing. “It’s not very common in the cities, but I had a neighboring family who always seemed to be going on hunting trips. I was very good friends with their son…” you trail off into a fit of coughs.
“Oh!” Chris exclaims. “I’m so sorry, I should have offered you something to drink. Your throat must be sore and dry.” He frets and rushes over to hand you a mug of cold water.
You nestle the bowl in your lap and accept the mug gratefully, wrapping your hands around it and taking a deep drink. The water is ice cold but fresh and soothing to your parched throat. After draining the mug, you hand it back to Chris. In the exchange, your fingertips brush and you jolt as you feel an intense heat at the point of contact and you jerk away slightly.
The sensation fades just as quickly as it came. You brush the tips of your fingers with your thumb as you speak up. “Thank you, Chris, really. I don’t know how but you saved my life out there.”
He smiles at you in response and you can’t help but notice the dimples that form or the way the corners of his eyes crinkle. They remind you so very much of Chan. He’s been at the forefront of your mind since the memories of him played as you lay dying.
While you tuck into your food, he goes to the hearth again and returns with his own bowl before taking a seat on the other side of the futon. He’s careful to leave a respectful amount of space between the two of you, but still you can feel the warmth he radiates. He makes you feel comfortable. He makes you feel safe.
By the time you finish your bowl, your stomach is full and a satiated warmth is spreading throughout your body. In its wake the exhaustion begins to catch up to you and you find your body sinking further into the furs. Listening to the crackle of the fire your eyelids begin to droop and before long you are lulled to sleep by the warmth in and around you. Despite the space between the two of you, you subconsciously seek out his warmth and his scent until your head lands in his lap. You inhale his scent and let out a sigh of contentment as you nuzzle further into him. You're too far gone to hear him whisper “I've missed you so much Y//Nnie. What happened to you?”
When you wake up under the blanket of furs for the second time, you blink blearily. You don’t know whether it is day or night. However, the fire in the center of the cave is burning low and the whistling wind is blowing snow further into the cave. You glance around for Chris, but you don’t see him, so you pull the covers around you to retain your warmth and stand up. You still feel a little unsteady on your feet as you make your way across the cave.
Your first stop is the large bookshelf, you run a finger back and forth along the spines, choosing one at random “The Codex of Dragons”. It seems like an old book, the pages yellowed with age and bound in cracked almost scaly leather a rich green color. You've never seen dyed leather look so natural before. As you skim your fingers lightly over the cover you feel a searing heat not unlike when you brushed fingers with Chris, and a strange thrill runs down your spine.
Satisfied with your choice you retreat to the futon to read by the dying light of the fire. You nestle yourself amongst the furs and crack the cover. It begins with the ancestry of dragons and you find yourself enthralled. To you dragons were naught but a myth, but the Codex was written as though it were a detailed historical recounting.
Dragonkind has existed for a very long time. In fact amongst our kind it is widely believed that we were the Gods’ first creations; they sculpted our bodies from the elements and gave us a heart of fire. This gives our bodies tremendous strength and power. And the fireheart, in addition to being our very life essence, is a source of primal magic.
Every dragon is innately able to draw upon their fireheart to breathe fire. Some of our kind possess a fireheart capable of acting as a conduit allowing our innate magic to be channeled outwards and effecting changes on the surroundings - usually manifesting minor manipulations of the elements. Rarest of all are the blessed dragons and their bloodlines who can channel their very life essence to heal others.
With such power we ruled both the Earth and Sky for a millenia. But such power also made our existence solitary. We separated into territories, typically in remote places like deserts and mounts, and rarely formed bonds outside our immediate family units. Even the Gods who created us rarely spoke to us. Thus we watched over the world as silent guardians while the Gods created other creatures.
As time passed some creatures thrived, others died, and our loneliness grew. One day the Gods created Humankind, a different sort of creature that bore neither fur, feather, nor claw and walked on two legs. They banded together forming large settlements that sprawled across much of the land.
Where our existence was stark and lonely, their existence was vibrant and sociable. They befriended many creatures and even the Gods spoke to them. The Gods cherished these creations while we were forgotten and thus we became resentful.
When at last there came a great calamity which threatened the survival of Humanity the Gods remembered their first children. They came to us for help. Initially, we refused - after standing by and bearing witness to the death of many other creations why should humanity not face the same fate. This angered the Gods, but they offered us a boon to do this duty.
The boon we were granted was the ability to take a human form at will. With this we were able to walk amongst their favored children. We experienced closeness and companionship for the first time, and as such we thrived. At some point, we discovered that the Gods, whether on purpose or by accident, also bound us to a human counterpart - a human whose soul resonated with our fireheart - a soulmate.
You snap the book closed with a scoff and toss it to the other side of the futon. Somehow, you could believe that Dragonkind existed more than you could believe in soul mates. Thinking back on your history with relationships you’re not even sure you could believe in love itself. Love, after all, is one of the reasons you were here on this god-forsaken mountain.
Yet, as you nestle down amongst the furs you can't help but idly wonder idly what it would be like if soul mates were real. To have someone who is supposed to be your perfect match in all things. Someone hopefully devoted to you. The closest you think you ever came to a love like that was your neighbor Channie, but you were only children. As you ponder, your lids begin to droop until sleep claims you again.
You stand atop the mountain on the clearest of nights; behind you a backdrop of stars and in front a full moon hangs low and large in the sky. As you stare out over the land, the stars around you begin to disappear, as if winking out. Just as suddenly, they reappear and hovering before you is a massive dragon. Its serpentine body lazily undulates, obsidian scales glinting in the moonlight, while honey topaz eyes stare into yours. You feel no fear as you stare back into its eyes. Slowly, as if compelled, you reach out to touch its snout. When you make contact, you feel a searing heat and wake with a start.
There is a thunk and loud clatter of logs followed by a quiet curse. A few more hours must have passed as the cave is dark - the fire all but embers. You blink and rub your eyes, pushing your dream to the back of your mind. In the dim ember-light you can just make out Chris's form arranging fresh logs over the remains of the fire. You watch as he leans forward, blowing onto the embers; in response the fire flares up, as if he breathed it back to life.
You sit up and the furs rustle. When he turns around to look at you, you see he is clad only in simple breeches and a fur cloak. Your mouth goes dry as your eyes track the rivulets of melted snow running down the hard planes of his chest and abs. When your eyes return to his face, he offers you a dimpled smirk, and you flush.
“I'm sorry I was gone so long. I meant to only be gone a few hours but I underestimated how long it would take to find game in this blizzard,” he says, holding up a brace of coneys. “I'll get this made into a stew. Then we can get you fed and back to bed.”
Over the next week you spend your days relaxing and regaining strength, getting to know Christopher, and reading. . Christopher has a surprisingly large collection of books, but every time you chose another book to read you felt an irresistible pull back to Codex. As you read the Codex you learned many things. You learned about Dragonkin, the weak and/or diluted bloodlines descended from mated Dragons and humans. Not every child born between a human and dragon would inherit the ability to become a dragon; in some bloodlines the ability could skip generations or become repressed altogether. You learned more specifics about Dragon magic. And you did your best to avoid learning more about Dragon mates.
The more time you spend reading the Codex, the more Dragon characteristics you begin to notice about Chris. For one, he was always blazing warm, often venturing outside without putting a shirt or shoes on. Two, the strange ease with which he built the fires each day without a starter. Three, judging by the ease with which he carried large quantities of wood and large game he seemed to have a superhuman strength. And four, his superior hunting skills - who knows how else he got around out there to find wild game in the middle of a blizzard.
Each night you crawled under the covers of the yo alone while Chris slept on the futon. That's if he ever slept; you often woke in the night and found him reading, or doing pushups and sit-ups, or simply watching you. On more than one such occasion you swore the eyes that watched you were topaz, faintly glowing in the dim light. But each time you blinked, and they were back to normal.
Sometimes when you woke in the night, you would join Christopher on the futon and the two of you would talk about anything and everything. Talking to him felt natural and comfortable and as you talked you naturally gravitated closer to him until you ended up cuddling. One night, while laying in his arms, you even shared what had caused your accident. You could feel the rage, the protectiveness, pouring off him as he tightened his arms around you. lt reminded you of the way Chan, your long lost friend, used to comfort you after confronting one of your many neighborhood bullies.
You drew more and more similarities between the past and the present while at the same time refusing to entertain the possibility. For fear that it was true, or that it wasn't you couldn't be sure. There were, however, three things that seemed undeniable to you. One, if the Codex was to be believed, all signs indicated that Chris was one of the Dragonkind (or Dragonkin at the very least). Two, whenever the two of you were in close proximity, as was happening more and more frequently, there was a heat that sparked to life between the two. It was the kind of heat that heightened your senses - making you hyperaware of all things Chris. You desired him. Which brought you to number three, by lust or by love you were falling for him and you could only hope he felt the same.
By the time night falls on the seventh day the clouds give way to a clear and silent sky. Chris stands at the mouth of the cave looking out over the land. You take a quiet moment to admire his silhouette against the night sky before padding up to him. It’s surprisingly bright outside and you can see for miles.
You must have said something out loud because he says, “It’s a full moon. That’s why it’s so bright out.”
“It’s beautiful,” you murmur.
He makes a non-committal noise of agreement. When you turn to look up at him, you find him already looking back at you. He raises a rough palm, cupping your cheek as he says “you’re beautiful, Y/N.” You close your eyes, leaning into the touch you’ve been craving humming as the now familiar heat blooms between you.
There is a long silence as you both savor the moment before he steps closer to whispers in your ear, “I know you’ve been reading the Codex… do you know what I am? Do you know who I am, little koala?”
A tremor runs through you as it sinks in. He called you little koala which means your hope or fear came true. You take a deep breath and open your eyes meeting his glowing topaz gaze. “You’re one of the Dragonkind and your name is Chan. Bang Christopher Chan.”
He nods and then asks, “Do you know what you are to me, Y/Nnie?”
You suppose you could guess, but you had staunchly avoided the section of the Codex pertaining to mates so you simply shook your head and waited for the answer.
“You’re my mate - my other half, my perfect match. Mine.” You put a finger against his lips to shush him, but still words continue to rush out of his mouth. “Cruel fate put you in my arms as a child, before I could know what you were to me. My family and I left you behind all those years ago and I almost lost you forever.”
Positive he’ll keep rambling if you let him, you slide your hand to his nape and pull him in for a kiss. He tenses briefly in surprise but his lips quickly soften to yours, returning your kiss with surprising gentleness. When you pull apart it’s your turn to speak.
“Channie... I never thought I'd see you again, but you found me. You saved me. I’m here now.”
This time he's the one that kisses you, softly at first. But when you let out a little moan and part your lips he wastes no time deepening the kiss. Hot desire fills your veins and pools in your core. The heat between you builds to a raging inferno that consumes all your oxygen while his tongue snakes into your mouth and tangles with yours.
When you break the kiss with a gasp for air, Chan caresses your face and murmurs, “I love you Y/N. I always have. Let me show you how much.”
You nod and he picks you up bridal style, carrying you back towards the furs. He sets you down and kneels reverently between your thighs as he strips you of your clothes. He takes his time, reveling in beauty. His attention makes you feel wanton - your skin seems to buzz underneath his touch and you cant your hips up.
He pulls back from you slightly to say “you should know that even in this form I'm still a dragon. There are…differences,” his ears turning red as he gestures to the sizable bulge straining against his breeches.
“Show me,” you whisper, reaching for his waistband. You've been drooling over his bare chest and back all week and you couldn't wait to see all of him. He helps you strip off his pants and when his cock pops free your jaw drops.
There are definitely distinct differences from the human cocks you've seen. For one it's significantly larger than any of the few human counterparts you'd laid eyes on; it's easily 9 or 10 inches in length with a tapered tip expanding into a girthy knot like base I'm. Along the underside running from the knot to halfway up the shaft are what look like scales
Curious, you reach out a hand and stroke him. He inhales sharply and his cock jumps in your hand, precum pooling at the tip. His flesh is superheated in your hand. When you inspect the scales with your fingers you find that they aren't hard at all like you expected. They feel like slightly firmer ridges compared to the rest of his engorged flesh. You can't help but wonder what they would feel like inside of you - though you can't imagine how all of him would fit.
Thinking about the stretch excites you more than you care to admit. Unfortunately for you, your pussy gives you away with a gush of your arousal. Chris chuckles and swipes a finger through your glistening folds before sticking them in his mouth with a sinful moan. He positions himself between your thighs resting on his elbows. He throws your legs over his shoulders, spreading them wide and grips your hips with his hands. You feel his hot breath on your pussy followed by his tongue. “You taste so sweet, babygirl.” Lick. “I'm going to eat you up,” lick, “and get you nice and ready for my cock.” Lick, lick. “Gonna stretch you out.” Lick lick, “Gonna make you mine.”
You moan softly each time Chris swipes his tongue through your folds. His tongue is so warm and hits all the right places. You fall into an endless cycle of pleasure, your pussy weeping as he laps up every drop of slick arousal you give him. As you spiral higher and higher all your blood rushes lower. Your head becomes light and fuzzy while your labia engorge and your clit peeks out from its hood. Your thighs begin to tremble when you near the peak and Chris sends you tumbling over the crest with a sharp flick of the tip of his tongue against your swollen clit.
You release a silent cry as your back arches off the bed. Your pussy pulses and clenches around nothing but Chris doesn't stop his ministrations. He slows to gentle licks easing you through your orgasm. When overstimulation begins to set in you try to close your thighs but he easily keeps them open. Instead, he pulls you closer by your hips and thrusts his tongue into your core.
You squeal at the intrusion but the sound quickly falls off into a moan as his tongue begins moving inside of you. At first the strokes are languid, gentle explorations of your slick inner walls. Chris quietly groans each time he scoops out your essence with his tongue.
His licks gradually increase in tempo until his tongue is steadily fucking in and out of you. And goddamn, his tongue must be long because you can feel him in your deepest parts. At the end of each stroke he flicks the tip of his tongue into your g-spot. The stimulation is electrifying and it's not long before you're cresting over the second summit with a cry.
In your orgasmic haze you miss when Chris rises to a kneeling position. He caresses your trembling thighs affectionately, gliding his cock through your puffy, glistening folds. By the time your trembling subsides he's well lubricated and he notches the tapered tip of his cock at your entrance. He doesn’t push in. Instead, he hesitates and looks at you.
After a moment of waiting, you look back at him questioningly. When you meet his gaze, it is his topaz dragon eyes that stare back at you. He speaks in a voice that is his own yet also underlaid with a deeper, gravely tone.
“Y/N. Mate. Tell me you want this. Tell me you want me. All of me. Let me claim you.”
You reach your arms up to pull him closer. “I’ve always been yours, Channie. I want you. Take me.”
With your consent he begins slowly pushing into your core. The first couple of inches are easy, thanks to the tapered head. However, as the appendage begins to flare you can feel your walls, slick as they are, start gripping his cock and resisting the intrusion. He pulls back a little before pushing forward. Again and again, each thrust sinking his cock just a little deeper.
By the time he's sunk his cock to where the scaly ridges begin your lips and walls are stretched tight. You can feel his tip kissing your womb and when you look down, you can see a faint bulge in your belly where his tip is pressing against your womb.
“Nnnghh,” you groan. You feel overwhelmed, simultaneously more aroused than you’ve ever been but also scared. “I can't do it, Channie. It's too big!” you cry.
“Shhhhh babygirl,” he soothes, “you can do it. Big stretch. I’ll make it fit. You can do it for me, right?”
He reaches down with one hand and begins strumming your clit with his thumb. Even stretched tight your walls still begin to flutter and clench around him. Trying to draw him in deeper or push him out, you don't know.
“That's it babygirl,” he coos at you, rubbing your swollen clit faster. “Are you going to cum on my cock like a good girl? Do you trust me?”
You do trust him, more than anything you think. You nod as your eyes fall closed against the growing tide of pleasure.
“Look into my eyes, Y/N,” he commands as he places a hand over your bulging belly.
Your eyes snap open and lock onto his topaz gaze. His eyes glow brighter and you feel an intense heat begin to build underneath his hand and spread throughout your core. The heat melts away all your pain and discomfort allowing the tide of pleasure to sweep you under.
You scream as you cum around his cock. Slick release coats his cock providing fresh lubrication as your walls pulse, pulling him in. He slides his hand from atop your womb back to your hip once more. Even with his hand removed the intense heat remains.
He begins pulling you further onto his cock while flexing his hips. Centimeter by centimeter his cock disappears inside your walls as they stretch to accommodate him. There is no pain or discomfort as your body adapts to him. As each of his ridges enter your channel, they drag against your sensitive flesh sending fresh bolts of pleasure through you, prolonging your aftershocks. Finally it's just his knot- like base that's left outside of you.
“This is it, babygirl. I need you to bear down on me, push against me,” he says. That seems counterintuitive to you, but you can barely think so you follow his instruction and push down with your walls. With a slight pop he suddenly fully seated, sheathed to the hilt inside of you.
Chris lets out a breathy groan as his hips finally meet yours. “That’s it babygirl, I knew you could do it for me” he praises. “Your cunt feels so good molded to the shape of my cock.”
You feel impossibly full but you couldn't agree more with his statement. His length is a searing heat that sets each of your nerve endings alight as your walls continue to flutter and clench around him. When you look down you let out a moan as you see how prominent the belly bulge has become. You can't believe all of his monster cock is deep inside of you.
After a few moments he tentatively circles his hips, both of you moaning with the movement. When he begins sliding his cock back out, your walls grip him tightly, resisting his departure. When only the tip remains he thrusts in, your walls parting to welcome him back. He watches your face for any signs of the discomfort that is long since gone.
He sets a slow and steady pace stroking in and out. You moan at the repeated sensation of his ridges dragging along your walls. You've never felt pleasure or this magnitude but you want more. No, you need more.
“More Channie!” you beg. “Fuck me harder. Make me yours”
He grins, the tip of his tongue peeking out of the side of his mouth, and picks up the pace. Before long he’s plunging up into you without mercy. You’re both moaning and grunting with the force of your coupling but neither of you seem to be bothered, lost to the pleasure.
Eventually, he brushes his thumb over your clit and you detonate, clamping down around his cock until his hips stutter and he pours his white hot release into you. You can feel every pulse of his cock, every rope of cum that paints your walls and your womb. Although some dribbles out of you, the majority is locked inside of you by his knotty girth. By the time he softens and pulls out, you’ve already fallen into a deep sleep.
You find yourself standing atop the mountain again but this time you recognize it. The moon is new and the sky is dark save for the stars. As with the first time, the stars begin winking out and you feel a rush of wind pass you by. This time when the obsidian dragon with topaz eyes appears before you, you recognize it as yours. Your Chan. Your Christopher. When its giant maw opens you are not afraid. As if compelled by instinct you raise your hands up as it breathes a gout of gold flame which swirls and coalesces into a small orb which you catch. This ball of fire, though hot, does not burn but soothes, and you press it to your chest where it is absorbed.
In an instant everything is right in your world. As Chan's soul twines with yours, his strength, his comfort, his love also becomes yours. You know you will never be alone again.
When you wake the next morning, Christopher is wrapped around you amongst the furs. He is fast asleep for once, breath slow and steady. His hand, hot and heavy, rests on your chest over your heart where your skin faintly prickles and tingles. When you move his hand to investigate, you see a gold flame pattern swirling across your breast, as if inked there.
For all your previous lack of faith, you know what this for you can feel where Chan's soul rests with yours. It's an exquisite mate mark. The physical manifestation of the union of your two souls. In your dream you accepted a flame from Chan's fireheart thereby accepting his life, his love, and his very essence.
Two perfectly imperfect souls separated by the past, reunited in the present, and forever bound for the future.
Stray Kids x Reader, omegaverse, polyamory, Alpha Stray Kids, first heat Omega Reader, established relationship au, virgin Reader, dom/sub dynamics, breeding kink
“You’ve never had sex?” he asks. Your lack of an answer tells him everything that you need to know. “I didn’t know that, but thank you for sharing that, baby. If you want, whoever you might choose would be very careful and go nice and slow. They’d make you comfortable, love. Are you sure you don’t want to try? It’s up to you.”
His words have you already starting to heat up more than before. You attempt to squeeze your thighs together but Chan’s thick legs are in your way. You’d forgotten that you were practically sitting in his lap.
“Do you want that, baby?” he questions, noticing the arousal painted on your face and how your scent starts to sweeten the more you think about it. You nod eagerly. “Who do you want to pick for your first time?”
Merry Christmas - MATZ
@pali-writes-atiny-bit
Hongjoong x Reader x Seonghwa, omegaverse, idol au, Alpha Matz, Omega Reader, polyamory, threesome, bdsm dynamics, bondage, spanking, safe words
You're dragged back to the present by a fresh flood of sharp wintergreen. Your eyes snap open and Seonghwa gaze meets your own. With your fingers still buried in your pussy, you've literally been caught with your hand in the honey pot and his gaze reflects a mixture of lust, anger, and disappointment.
“Oh, little moonflower, you've been naughty,” he growls, stalking forward to stand in front of you. He caresses your cheek with the back of his hand before nestling it into your hair. “Why'd you have to go and break the rules, little moon? I'm so disappointed in you.”
omega envy
@rubyreduji
Lee Chan x Reader, omegaverse, Alpha Chan, Beta Reader, friends to lovers, breeding kink
This is your favorite part about being a beta. The ability to blend well with both the alphas and omegas while still being your own thing. You can cuddle with the pack omegas while they’re in pre-heat or you can wrestle with the alpha when they get too rowdy.
Chan quickly flips you two around, so your back is against the couch as he hovers over you. You’re held down for only a second before you roll both of your bodies off the couch and onto the floor. You know that it’s probably a bit childish to be rolling on the floor, play fighting like you’re still pups, but it’s clear Chan needs this and you don’t mind indulging in some fun every once in a while.
Alpha's Christmas Present
@vent-stink
Yeosang x Reader x Wooyoung, omegaverse, Alphas WooSang, Omega Reader, established relationship with Wooyoung, childhood best friends to lovers with Yeosang, unrequited love, heat, threesome
Yeosang should have expected it when he introduced his childhood friend to his best friend. Wooyoung had always been so magnetic, more than him anyway, he felt. Considering that nothing had happened between him and the sweet omega he'd been in love with since they'd met in kindergarten by now, he should have known that Wooyoung would sweep you off your feet. He should have known Wooyoung would take you from him.
Initiation
@icequeenbae
Hyunjin x Reader x Jeongin, werewolf au, mates au, SKZ pack, threesome, knotting, marking
You joined Chan’s pack a few months ago and it’s been great so far. But there’s been some frustration accumulating in you for a while that you couldn’t battle on your own. Thankfully, there are young wolves around ready to help you. And they might be even more willing to take care of you than you realize.
Everyone he knows already found their mates and he is very anxious about his. Out of all scenarios he had imagined, it didn't cross his mind that his mate came into his house as the shy fried chicken delivery girl, under his big pet dog.
Into the Wonderland
@thehereticdiaries
ATEEZ x Reader, omegaverse, idol au, college student reader, mentions of assault, mating, marking
You were just trying to enjoy lunch and get some school work done. Unfortunately, a classmate interrupted in the worst way possible and you turn to two of the other patrons for help.
canines
@aduh0308
Kang Taehyun x Reader, omegaverse, college au, werewolf Taehyun, human Reader, strangers to lovers, mates au
there's a cute quiet boy in your college class that's sweet to everyone, but there's something just slightly off about him. something that becomes very apparent when he insists begs you come over to study one specific night of the month.
Pairing: Matz x afab!reader | Alpha!Hongjoong x Alpha!Seonghwa x Omega!reader
Summary: Your darling mate the Captain of Ateez, has been stressing about the holidays and all of the schedules they have to attend. Despite you and Seonghwa’s joint attempts to get him to take a breather, he just won't listen. So you decide to take matters into your own hands.
WC: 3750
AU: A/B/O, established relationship
Genre: smut with a little angst and a little fluff
Warnings: pet names (Sun/Sunshine, Star, Moon/Moonflower), D/s dynamics, humiliation/degradation, bondage (shibari), spanking, gagging, felatio, spit roasting, choking, use of a safeword, aftercare/implied aftercare, cunnilingus. Please let me know if I missed any.
A/N: Written as part of the Miroh’s Aurora Society Secret Santa. Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year my dear @ghxstwrites!
Also, let it be noted that this is my first A/B/O fic so please be kind!
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Hongjoong - juniper wood (and juniper berries)
Seonghwa - wintergreen mint
Y/N - grapefruit
You unlock the door and step into the apartment that you share with your bonded alphas, Hongjoong and Seonghwa. After you take off your shoes and set down your bag, you sniff the air tentatively, disappointed that you can hardly smell the woody juniper and crisp wintergreen scents of your alphas.
You sigh and hang up your coat and scarf before heading deeper into the apartment. Although it’s late into the evening their scents remain faint, indicating that they haven’t been home for several hours. Inhaling deeper, you note that the juniper is slightly more prominent - your alpha had been home at some point. If you had to guess, he came home to grab a few things, a change of clothes, before rushing back to the company.
You let out a small whimper at the sharp, bitter notes interwoven into the scent. It’s a clear indicator of the stress he is feeling. The holiday season is in full swing, and all of Ateez is swamped with various schedules; some as small groups, some as solo members and even more with the whole group of 8. As their leader - Captain - Hongjoong feels the need to ensure that all of his other members are both on-time to their schedules and taken care of in their downtime. However, this sense of duty and leadership is a heavy mantle to bear, and while taking care of the others he has forgotten to take care of himself. It’s taken you putting your foot down, with Seonghwa’s encouragement, to ensure he eats and sleeps. At least just a little.
Unfortunately, it’s clear that your efforts thus far haven’t been enough and your Alpha is sailing straight into burnout or worse, illness. You’re just going to have to take matters firmly into your own hands. You’re not quite sure what it is that you’re going to do, but you should never doubt an Omega with an agenda.
You have been with your Alphas for 3 years, through better and worse. By the time you came into the picture, Hongjoong and Seonghwa had already been together for some time. An Alpha-Alpha relationship wasn’t unheard of, but it did often require unconventional methods or a third mate to balance out the aggressive tendencies of Alpha's. A Beta was suitable due to their level headed nature, however, an Omega was preferable.
Hongjoong and Seonghwa definitely had an unconventional relationship founded on trust and the principles of BDSM. They were open about it when they began courting you and initially you were uncertain about how you would fit in. But they welcomed you with open arms and little expectations.
You allowed them to introduce you to their world of domination and submission. You were surprised to find relief and fulfillment in willingly relinquishing control to them. Over time you became their treasure; a treasure that they were both fiercely possessive and protective of. They found immense pleasure in your pleasure, and as such there was only one hard and fast rule “don’t cum without permission.” You’re allowed to touch and play, so long as you don't finish, and you've never once broken the rule.
As such, an idea comes to you as you’re showering away the grime from the day. Due to the busyness of the season, your sex-life has been, for lack of a better word, lacking. You’re quite certain that steamy sex is just what Joong needs to destress and just let it go. You’re just as certain that he won’t allow himself to be distracted by the need, the temptation, without a reason. So, you resolve to give him a reason.
You run your soapy hands up and down your soft body, imagining that they are your Alphas’ hands. Your hands are much smaller than theirs, but still your nipples stiffen with interest and you tweak them with your thumbs before pinching them between your fingers. You let out a breathy exhale as arousal zings down your spine, and straight to your core. You tug and twist the pink nubs until you’re leaking slick, your clit begging for attention.
You step out of the shower and wrap a fluffy towel around yourself. Although you dry your body briefly, your thighs remain damp from your slick. As you leave the bathroom, you drop the towel from your body and pull the duvet from your shared bed. You pull it close, allowing the cocktail of your mixed juniper, mint, and grapefruit scents to swirl around you before padding out to the living room.
As you take a seat on the couch, your gaze falls on the Christmas tree, with its softly glowing lights and twinkling ornaments. The three of you decorated the tree together before their schedules began. You smile, remembering the fun you had stringing the lights and hanging the ornaments. When it came time to place the Star at the top of the tree, Hongjoong picked you up and swung you around before placing you up on his shoulders.
After finishing the decorations, Seonghwa and Hongjoong had moved the couch to make room on the living room floor while you built a large nest in front of the tree. The three of you had admired your hard work while exchanging sweet kisses and soft touches, eventually ending the night with the sweetest sex underneath the tree.
Just thinking about the memory makes your scent sweeten perceptibly and your pussy leak more slick. You let the blanket fall loose around your shoulders and place your heels on the edge of the couch cushion. Scooching down until the backs of your thighs meet your heels, you allow your legs to fall open, exposing your center to the cold air of the apartment.
You shiver and lightly run your fingers through your folds, spreading your lips and gathering your slick. Using your slicked fingers you rub your clit in soft, slow circles. As your arousal ratchets higher your other hand naturally falls to your breast. You tweak and tug at your nipple while quickening the pace of your other hand. Every so often you pause to plunge your fingers into your weeping hole.
Your breath comes out in soft pants and when your fingers brush against your g-spot you let out a keening whine. By the time you're nearing your climax, you're working your fingers in and out of your pussy at a furious pace. You’re so close to the edge but something is holding you back. You close your eyes and turn your face into the blanket draped around your shoulders. When you inhale your senses are flooded with your intertwined scents. It is enough to push you over the precipice of pleasure.
As you come apart, lights flash behind your eyelids and blood rushes in your ears. You cry out for your Alphas with body and soul. Your pussy pulses around your fingers and slick drips onto the blanket and floor below you. Lost to the pleasure, you don't hear the keys in the door.
You're dragged back to the present by a fresh flood of sharp wintergreen. Your eyes snap open and Seonghwa gaze meets your own. With your fingers still buried in your pussy, you've literally been caught with your hand in the honey pot and his gaze reflects a mixture of lust, anger, and disappointment.
“Oh, little moonflower, you've been naughty,” he growls, stalking forward to stand in front of you. He caresses your cheek with the back of his hand before nestling it into your hair. “Why'd you have to go and break the rules, little moon? I'm so disappointed in you.”
You look away “yeah? Well I'm disappointed in you too, Alpha.”
Seonghwa doesn't miss the snark in your voice. His hand fists in your hair and he pulls your head back to meet his gaze once more. “Excuse me?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.
You roll your eyes at him, “you're excused, Alpha.”
“What has gotten into you tonight?” he mutters under his breath. His grip on your hair tightens. His gaze darkens with a promise and his scent turns smoky. “Do you want to rethink your tone, little Omega?”
A little frisson of fear trickles down your spine. Seonghwa may submit to Hongjoong’s authority but that doesn't mean he's not a formidable Dominant. When he's riled up he's actually the meaning of the two of your Alphas. Unfortunately, you've made a decision and you're going to stick to it, so you double down on your attitude.
“No, I don't think I will. My Alphas seemed to have forgotten about this little Omega, so I had to take matters into my own hands. What are you going to do about it?”
He hauls you up by the hand in the hair, taking care to not actually pull at the strands. “First, you're going to clean up your mess,” he gestures to the pool of slick on the ground, “and then I'm going to remind you why I'm your Alpha.”
“Are you sure you can, Alpha?”
He growls and forces you to kneel at his feet in front of your mess. “Go on, clean it up.” He says.
You look up at him confused. You don't have a towel or cleaning supplies handy. “How am I supposed to clean this up?”
He smirks down at you before pushing your head towards the floor with his foot. “Your mouth has been doing too much talking. Be a good girl and lick up your mess while I go grab a few things.”
When he walks away you contemplate further disobedience but think better of it. On your hands and knees you lick your sweet slick from the floor. Your face, neck and chest flush with humiliation but your scent blossoms with arousal.
You've just finished your task when Seonghwa returns. His scent has returned to his fresh wintergreen and he's carrying some emerald green, silk shibari rope and a small cardboard box. He snaps his fingers and points in front of him, “position, little moonflower.”
You crawl over to the indicated spot and assume your standard submissive position: kneeling with your butt on your heels and arms behind your back, hands classing the opposite forearm.
He makes quick practiced movements to bind first your arms, maintaining their position; and then your legs, thigh to calf. When he finishes, he caresses your face softly and coos “you look absolutely radiant like this little moon.” Indeed you do, the emerald green is a striking contrast against your skin. “Are you ready for your punishment, little Omega? Color?”
“Green. So green, Alpha” you moan, your cunt already leaking in anticipation.
Your Alpha may be slender but he effortlessly hauls you up and over his lap as he sits on the couch. He maneuvers you to place your chest on the armrest so you're comfortably supported, before smacking your ass with little preamble.
You jolt, but it barely stings. He must be going easy on you and you can't have that if you want your Captain to come home too, so you giggle and goad your Alpha. “Is that the best you can do? That kind of tickled.”
He smacks the other cheek harder, but still you goad, “barely felt that, Alpha.”
The wintergreen surrounding you tinges with the bitterness of frustration and he growls. He fishes into the cardboard box and pulls something you can't see. Bound as you are you can do little to stop him as he deftly fits a ring gag into your mouth and secures it behind your head.
Satisfied with the results, he pulls out his cellphone and presses ‘1’ on the speed dial. You hear it ring a few times before the call connects.
“What, Hwa?” snaps your other alpha. “Did you forget something?”
Seonghwa takes a calming breath before saying “I have a disobedient little Omega trussed up on my lap. I believe she requires both of us for discipline.”
You hear a muffled sound that seems a lot like a groan of frustration. “Are you sure you need me there? I still have a lot to do.”
“Moonflower broke The Rule™, Joong. For the first time. This is significant. Come. Home.”
There is a long moment of silence. “Okay. I'm coming. Be back in 45 minutes. Get her ready.” The call ends abruptly and Seonghwa tosses his phone to the side with a sigh.
“I hope you're ready, little moon, our Sunshine is more like a storm cloud today.”
He runs his hands over your asscheeks - caressing, squeezing, groping before beginning your punishment anew. These slaps are nothing like the love taps from before - he's holding nothing back. After 10, you’re squealing. At 20, you’re squirming as much as your bindings allow, trying to inch away from the punishment.He effortlessly pins you down on his lap with a forearm between your shoulder blades. And at 30, you’re a crying mess but compliant - retreated to that floaty space at the back of your mind. Your ass is a gorgeous shade of red and warm to the touch.
Seonghwa strokes a hand through your hair before trailing it down your back, over your ass, to the junction of your thighs. “You’re even prettier like this Moonflower,” he croons. “You’re crying, but your sweet cunt is weeping just as much as your eyes.” To punctuate his point, he swipes two fingers through your folds and brings it to his mouth, moaning at your taste.
“Just one thing left to do before Joong gets home,” he says while reaching down to gather more slick. He circles two fingers around your asshole before sliding them in. You moan sinfully at the intrusion. He slides them in and out with scissoring motions to open you up. You moan and sway your hips as he adds a third finger. You're close to an orgams by the time he adds a fourth finger, but he swats your ass and the pain is enough to keep you from peaking.
Deciding you’re sufficiently prepped, he reaches into the cardboard box again and pulls out a plug, one of the largest in your arsenal. He runs it through your folds several times to lubricate it with your slick before pressing it against your puckered rim. He pushes it in steadily, with small twisting motions. You groan in discomfort at the widest part, but he continues patiently until the base is fully seated.
“Now you’re perfect! Let’s get you under the tree - a pretty present for our other Alpha.”
Hongjoong’s juniper scent is all fire and ash when he bursts through the door. He slams the front door and goes to the bedroom to drop off his things. When he returns, he takes a seat on the couch next to Hwa who pulls him in for a long kiss. By the time they separate Hongjoong's scent has simmered down to juniper wood with a faint hint of smoke and Seonghwa’s wintergreen sweetened with arousal.
They both turn to look at you for several minutes. Seonghwa rebound your wrists to your thighs, so you are forced to lie with your face down and ass up. Even from the couch they can smell your juicy sugared grapefruit scent; they can see the way your thighs glisten with slick.
“Truly a perfectly presented little present, Seonghwa,” Hongjoong finally speaks. “It's a shame she's been disobedient. I think it's about time we remind her who the Masters around here are. Come, my Star,” he stands and holds out a hand to Seonghwa.
They both approach you, and you inhale their combined scents. Your Omega whines for her Alphas.
“Here's what's going to happen, little Moon,” Hongjoong says. “We're going to untie your hands and use your body for pleasure, yours and ours. You're not allowed to cum.”
“If it becomes too much, your safeword is ‘tinsel’. If you’re still gagged, two taps with your fingers,” Seonghwa continues.
While speaking, both Alphas have stripped off their clothing and taken their positions, Seonghwa in front, and Hongjoong behind you. Joong unties your hands and grabs your arms, hauling you upwards and backwards, impaling you onto his long cock.
You both moan and Seonghwa takes the opportunity to thrust into your mouth through the ring gag. You gag slightly at the intrusion, but he keeps going, burying his hands into your hair. Both Alphas quickly find their pace, thrusting at the same time so that both your throat and pussy are filled at the same.
Though they are ravaging you, your pleasure builds, and your walls tighten and flutter around Joong, who growls. “Don't you dare cum, little Moon! Only good Omegas get to cum and you haven't been very good.” To Hwa he hisses “I'm close.”
Joong releases one of your arms and instead grabs your shoulder for better leverage. He pulls you back onto him viciously. After only a few more thrusts, both Alphas lock eyes above you and spill inside of you. He releases your arms and they both pull out of you.
Removing his hands from your hair, Seonghwa also unbuckles your gag and throws it back in the box. You did your best to swallow all of Seonghwa's load but you missed some and you look absolutely debauched. Slick and cum run down your thighs and a mixture of cum and saliva dribbles down your chin.
Free of the gag, you cough and lick your lips, both to clean them and to alleviate the numbness after being stretched open. While you're recovering, they switch places. Hongjoong wraps a hand around your throat and pulls you to your feet. He squeezes, choking the blood to your brain and your mind fuzzes over further.
He kisses you savagely, all tongue and nipping teeth. At the same time, he plunges two fingers into your pussy, pushing his cum back into you. “Can't let anything go to waste,” he says, never mind that just as much is splashing back out with your slick.
He fucks his fingers into you, hitting your g-spot ruthlessly. When your legs begin to shake, he pulls his fingers free and allows you to sink back to the ground. Hongjoong holds his fingers out to Seonghwa who sucks them into his own mouth without a second thought, swirling his tongue around the digits.
They allow you a brief moment to catch your breath, before they line themselves up; Seonghwa with your soaked pussy and Hongjoong with your mouth. Seonghwa enters first, the snapping motion of his hips pushing you down onto Joong’s cock. When he pulls out you come up for a breath before the next thrust sends you down onto the cock in front of you again.
This time, you're careening dangerously towards your peak. The orgasm you gave yourself and the three stolen from you have increased your sensitivity to the max. Your nerve endings are alight and your body is wound so tight, screaming for release.
As your walls quicken around Seonghwa he paints them white. Hongjoong, however, pulls out and shoots his load on your face saying, “you don't deserve to drink my cum. Touching yourself without permission, talking back to Star, and interrupting my work, I'm disappointed in you.”
Your scent wilts into rotting grapefruits as the words echo around the walls of your subspace. Your Omega wails. Disappointed. You. Disappointing. Undeserving. Bad Omega. Failure. You speak the word ‘tinsel” and curl in on yourself dissolving into sobs.
Both Alphas freeze for a split second, their scents sharpening in alarm, you've called yellow before, but never a hard safeworded. Seonghwa is the first to jump into action, quickly cutting your bonds and pulling the comforter off the sofa. He bundles you up and barks at Hongjoong to get a warm washcloth.
He hesitated only for a moment before complying. In the time he's gone, Seonghwa moves you both to the couch where he rocks you gently in his lap. When Hongjoong returns, he uses the warm cloth to clean your face and chest before sitting and opening his arms to you.
Still crying, you climb out of Seonghwa’s lap and into his. “I'm sorry, Alpha,” you hiccup. “Please don't be disappointed in me. I just wanted you to come home.”
After taking a shuddering breath, you continue. “You've been so stressed, I thought some good rough sex would help you relieve it. I didn't mean to make it worse.”
There's a long silence, broken only by your sniffling. Both the juniper and wintergreen scents wilt with guilt.
Hongjoong breaks the silence first. “I'm so sorry little Omega. I've been so busy that I lost sight of my most important treasure.” He tightens his arms around you. “I forgot that my Moon needs her Sun and Star to shine.
“You planned for this to happen? Even though you knew you would be punished? For me?” When you give a tiny nod he continues. “It seems I misspoke then. You are the most perfect Omega I could have ever asked for. You could never disappoint me.”
Seonghwa chimes in also, “such a thoughtful Omega. I should have known you had a reason for breaking The Rule™.”
The three of you cuddle for a short time, scenting each other. Allowing your scents to combine into their signature Grapefruit Julep cocktail. Drained from all the activities, you doze off.
When you wake up a few minutes later, your head is in Seonghwa’s lap where he's stroking his long fingers through your hair. You understand what woke you up when you feel a tongue on your clit. You sit up a little and look at where Hongjoong has buried his face between your thighs.
He uses his tongue to alternate betweening scooping up the cocktail of slick and cum from your pussy (he could easily get cum drunk on the combination) and tapping rhythms on your clit. It doesn't take long until you're on the edge of the orgasm that has been denied to you for so long.
Seonghwa stops stroking your hair to pinch your nipples and you tumble over the edge with a scream. Your thighs clamp around Hongjoong’s head as your vision blacks out and you convulse, your pussy squirting all over the captive Captain.
When your body relaxes, Hongjoong emerges with a soaked face and a radiant grin. Seonghwa just shakes his head with a laugh and carries you to the bathroom to remove the plug and run you a bath, leaving him to clean up and make the bed for the three of them.
Tags: @skzdust
@daydreams-after-dark @catiuskaa I know you two are primarily Skz, but in case you were interested, here's this Ateez piece I did for my network event
I had this thought about how 3Racha encourages you in the bedroom, based on the way they work in the recording studio.
MDNI // MDNI // SMUT
Chan: Encouraging yet always helping bring out the best in you. He’ll tell you exactly you’re going that’s driving him insane with pleasure, but guides you into tweaking a few things on the way. “That felt so good for me baby, but it’d be fun to try adding this to make it just that extra… grrr”.
Changbin: He’s not afraid to give you specific instructions on how he likes it done. But he puts in effort too, researching the best way to eat you out and work your g-spot. He even gives you a lecture on which is the most effective technique, and wants to practice. Maybe even tell you all about the female ejaculation and how it all works. It’s all to give you both the best experience, and he loves everything you do. But he is a perfectionist when it comes to pleasing you. He always strives to do better each and every time. Whether that is making you come in record time, or to get you have multiple orgasms.
Han: “Do it in your style, but keep the same structure.” That’s what he said to Binnie on a skz recording session, so I feel he would just let you do what you wanted and how you want it. He probably goes in with a bit of a plan of what you are going to do… but in the thick of it he just wants to let it flow organically. “I was going to eat you out baby, but you want my cock? Okay, whatever you feel you need.” Han doesn’t mind how you get to the destination of the big “O”.
Hmmm love this but makes me think about what 3Racha does outside of the bedroom.
Imagine going to see your boyfriends 3Racha in their studio.
A/N: Sorry Sorsha, I really just couldn't help myself.
Bang Chan can hardly be separated from his work so he'll pull you down right into his lap. He asks you to be patient while he continues to fiddle with the tracks and MIDI controller. At first you find comfort and solace in this embrace. But soon you become bored and impatient.
You wiggle around on his lap, trying to find a more comfortable position. Eventually, you can feel him begin to swell in his pants underneath you. Grinning, you wiggle and circle your hips more purposefully until he has no choice but to wrap an arm around your hips to hold you still.
At least that's what you think until he pulls you back and presses you harder into his lap. He whispers in your ear, voice low and husky, "settle down baby girl. Do you want to warm my cock?"
He'll slip your bottoms down around your knees and lift you enough to free his cock from the confines of his pants. He'll hold you steady with one hand while the other lines himself up with your wet cunt (of course you're wet, you've been sitting in your Daddy's lap).
He wraps his arm around your waist and drags you back down onto him. His thickness bullying its way between your walls. You moan when he bottoms out, the tip just nudging against your cervix.
He continues to work with one hand while his arm stays wrapped around you. His thrusts into you with miniscule movements of his hips. It's not what you want, but your warm, wet walls flutter around him endlessly nonetheless. Your climax still builds, and when you begin whining, he slides his hand between your legs to circle your neglected clit.
After you cum on his cock, he stands up and bends you over the desk. "Since you've already distracted me from work, we might as well do it right."
Changbin will set you up on the couch and kneel between your legs. It doesn't matter if he's alone in the studio or whether Chan and Jisung are there too. He always wants to worship you, his gorgeous girl, and there's no better way to do that than burying his face between your thighs.
As soon as you arrive, he wastes no time wrapping you up in a hug. He connects your lips in a kiss and picks you up, walking you to the couch. He sets you down gently, breaking the kiss, and then runs his hands down your body, until he reaches your hips. He drags your bottoms all the way off in one smooth move before kneeling between your legs.
He spreads your legs with both hands, rubbing soothing circles on your inner thighs with his thumbs. He leans in and licks a thick strip from the bottom of your lips up to your clit. He repeats the action several more times until your pussy is dripping with his saliva.
He lets his broad shoulders keep your legs spread while his arms wrap around your thighs. One hand grips your thighs while the other comes to your clit. He spears you open on his tongue while rubbing soft, tight circles on your nub.
He devours you until you cum, and then drinks down every drop.
Maybe he'll cum himself, maybe he won't. He doesn't care, it was never about him.
Han will take you into the recording booth because it's sound proof and he doesn't want anyone else to hear your pretty moans. Those are only for him.
He'll probably try to fuck you up against the wall, eager to get inside you. But once he gets tired he lays down on the ground and asks you to ride him. You get on top and sink onto him. Cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, it doesn't matter.
Either way he grabs onto your hips and fucks up into you, matching whatever rhythm you manage to find.
It's quick and sloppy and you're both moaning messes when you cum.
When you leave the booth to get cleaned up he might notice that the recording light was on the whole time. Maybe, just maybe, your moans will end up hidden in the layers of a track.
Pairing: mean Dom!Seungmin x brat puppy!reader (assumed AFAB)
Summary: What happens when you agree to give your boyfriend Seungmin control of your orgasm for the week and then go back on your word.
WC: 2.5k
Genre: smut
Content Warning: heavy themes of BDSM and pet play, orgasm control/denial, edging, remote controlled vibrator, collar/leash, pet names (hers: good girl, beautiful girl, Pup, Puppy; his: Minnie, Min, Master), spanking, anal play, squirting, brief mentions of aftercare (please keep in mind that extensive aftercare is very important in scenes like these), degradation
A/N: a few months ago @skzdust and I were obsessed with short hair Seungmin. I listened to Going Dumb ft Stray Kids and it's like...totally a sex song. I just had to write something featuring Seungmin.
Please check out their fic here!
You went through all the trouble of breaking the rules, and you still didn't even get to cum without your Master.”
You bite back a moan and let your knees fall together, squeezing your thighs together. Despite your efforts, a whimper escapes you as when you feel the slick that is beginning to coat them. Your walls rapidly clench and unclench around the intruding vibrator pulsing against your g-spot. The vibrator suddenly ramps up to the highest setting and you squeal. Pleasure coils tight low in your belly. Your hands desperately clutch fistfuls of your skirt and your thighs tense and quiver with the strain of fighting off your impending orgasm.
When the vibrations suddenly stop, you sag into the pillows behind you, letting out a huff that's simultaneously a sigh of relief and a petulant whine at yet another stolen orgasm. You pant heavily.
“That's it. That's my good girl, my beautiful girl,” Seungmin coos at you from the laptop in front of you.
“Please, Minnie,” you plead - for relief or release you do not know.
“Ah, ah, ah,” he tuts, smirking through the screen. “That's not what you should be calling me, Puppy.”
“I'm sorry, Master, please,” you say, eyes lowering.
He ponders, “I don't think so,” you pout but he continues. “Hold on until tomorrow, and I'll reward you. I need to go now, Pup. Be good. I love you.”
You respond in kind before ending the call and shutting the laptop. You flop backwards in the pillows, closing your eyes and letting the last dregs of arousal fade from your body.
You and Seungmin have been dating for a few years now. About a year ago you had started introducing elements of BDSM into your relationship to spice up the bedroom (not that your sex life really needed the help). While neither of you were necessarily into the 24/7 total power exchange, you enjoyed submitting to Seungmin now and again as much as he enjoyed dominating you.
Currently, he is gone for the week, traveling for schedules. Before he left, he had gifted you this vibrator which could be controlled from a long distance when synced over the wifi. He challenged you to give him control over all of your orgasms - he decided when, where, and how many you would get.
The first night, you both tested the waters. When he video called you and asked you to put the vibrator in, you were quick to comply. He cycled through the different vibration patterns and strength, watching your reactions carefully. Even through a camera lens he could read every single tell her body had; the way her lips curled, her eyelids fluttered, or muscles twitched. Taking his time, he gently edged you to two powerful orgasms - giving in easily when you begged him for release.
The second night, he sent you into overstimulation with 5 orgasms in quick succession. Through each of them, he kept the vibrator steadily thrumming on the lowest setting, never letting you come down completely. You were so sensitive after the third time you came that you couldn't even be certain your fourth and fifth climaxes were separate. You had begged him to turn the vibrator off. When you ended the call that night you were a shuddering puddle.
Each night since he has edged you ruthlessly, bringing you to the summit of your pleasure but denying your release. Sometimes he only brings you to the precipice once, like tonight. Other times, he has brought you to the edge two or three times. Tonight was the fourth night in a row of being denied and your body is wound so tightly.
You want so badly to relieve yourself but you refrain. Seungmin returns tomorrow. Surely he'll reward your obedience.
The next day, you come home from work in a terrible mood. The cafe you work at was short staffed through the entire lunch rush, a customer spilled hot coffee all over your uniform, and somehow your till came up almost $20 short. This isn't the first time money has been found missing, from your till specifically. You suspect one of your coworkers is stealing, but you have no definitive proof so you have been unable to pinpoint the person responsible. You let out a heavy sigh and run a hand through your hair. You know the money will come out of your next paycheck.
You don't need the money per say - Seungmin has been adamant that you should allow him to take care of all of the bills. You both know he makes more than enough to keep you both comfortable. It's just the principle of it. You don't want to have to rely on him to take care of you. Even if it is irrational, it makes you feel like you are taking advantage of his status as an idol.
You wish it didn't, but the whole situation stresses you out. Your racing thoughts begin jumbling in your brain and suddenly your uniform feels too tight. All of your focus shifts to your skin and the way it seems to prickle and itch. You pull uncomfortably at the fabric but you find no relief. Finally, you decide to just strip off the clothing and take a shower to rinse the day - and the coffee - away.
Even after the shower you still don't feel relaxed. You're just stressed. Tense. Wound tight like a watch spring.
You know exactly what would help release the tension and make you feel better. The past four nights of edging have definitely taken a toll on you. It’s been years since you went this long without an orgasm. Before you and Seungmin started dating you often masturbated to help relieve your stress. And since then you haven't had to worry about taking care of those needs yourself. Seungmin's sex drive is as high, if not higher than your own.
Stepping out of the shower, you take a look at the clock on your nightstand. It's just after 3 in the afternoon. You're not expecting Seungmin back until around 7. You bite your lip as you think - 4 hours would be plenty of time for you to take your time rubbing one out and disposing of the evidence. On the other hand, Seungming would surely punish you if he found out you gave yourself an orgasm after agreeing to hand over control to him. Still, after pondering for a few minutes you decide that you could risk chasing your release and Seungmin would be none the wiser.
You drop the towel you had wrapped around yourself, grab your favorite vibrator, and climb onto the bed. You arrange the pillows against the headboard in the center of the mattress and lean back against them. In this position you’re not quite sitting up, not quite laying down. Taking a minute to just breathe and tune into your body, you rest your feet flat on the bed before letting your knees fall open.
You set the vibrator on the bed next to you and begin caressing yourself. Starting from your thighs, you slowly drag your palms up. Feeling first the soft flesh of your hips, then your belly, and finally your breasts. You let your fingertips ghost over your nipples before repeating the sequence of motions.
By your third pass, your nipples are stiff peaks and you're beginning to feel the familiar tingling between your legs. You reach for your trusty vibrator. You switch it onto the lowest setting and a quiet hum fills the room.
With one hand you play with your breast, alternating between softly squeezing the mound and teasing the nipple with your fingers. You softly pinch the nub between your thumb and forefinger - sometimes rolling it between your fingers and other times tugging it gently. The actions send soft jolts of pleasure through your body to your pussy which begins to moisten.
Continuing to play with your breast, you begin teasing your pussy with the tip of the vibrator. Tracing first the contours of your outer lips before dragging it up through your inner lips and just barely grazing the hood of your clit. You repeat the actions, slowly working your body up until your clit protrudes from its hood and slick begins to trickle from your entrance.
You turn the vibrator up and when you touch it directly to your clit you can't help the moan that escapes you. You continue to play with yourself. You alternate between dipping the vibrator into your dripping cunt to lubricate it and circling it around your clit.
You turn the vibrator up to the highest setting and throw your other arm over your eyes. When you touch it to your clit again your whole body tenses as pleasure surges through your body. You're too engrossed in the buzzing of the vibrator and your own moans to hear the front door unlock.
Just before you're about to cum, you hear a low voice at the bedroom door, “Oh someone's been a very naughty Puppy.”
Startled, your eyes fly open and you let out a scream. Seungmin stands in the doorway - it seems he came home early and caught you red handed.
You know there is no way you can possibly talk your way out of this so when he drops his bag and points at his feet, you're quick to obey. You scramble off the bed and kneel at his feet. You sit back on your heels, spreading your legs a little wider than shoulder width, and place your hands on your thighs, palms down. You sit with your back straight but your eyes down cast.
Seungmin places a hand on your head affectionately, but you dare not look at him when he speaks. “It looks like my beautiful pet has been disobedient in my absence. I think you need to be punished.”
You watch his feet disappear from your view. You hear him fetch something from the closet before he takes a seat on the edge of the bed. “Be a good Pup and fetch your collar, would you?” He asks.
“Yes, Master,” you reply easily. You move to stand up, but are quickly stopped with a click of his tongue. “Good pups don't walk on two legs, do they? Crawl.”
You crawl to the night stand where your collar and leash are kept. You retrieve the items, hesitating only a moment before putting them in your mouth and crawling back to Seungmin.
When you arrive, he takes the collar and sets the leash to the side. He fastens the collar around your neck, sliding two fingers under the leather to ensure it's not too tight before patting his lap. You stand up and lay yourself over his lap.
“Be honest Pup, did you cum?” he asks?
“No, Master,” you whimper and he hums with derision.
“You went through all the trouble of breaking the rules, and you still didn't even get to cum without your Master,” he rubs a hand over your ass.
“While you technically didn't cum, you still tried to steal an orgasm from me even after giving me control of them. That doesn't seem very fair, does it, Pup?” He accentuates the question with a sharp swat.
You whimper and whisper, “No Master, it wasn't fair.”
“Very well,” he says, “let's start with 10 spanks. I want you to count.” He traps your legs between his own and clips the leash to the collar. He wraps the leash around one hand and uses it as leverage to keep your body flush to his legs. With his other hand he begins delivering the spanks.
You dutifully count and by the time 10 is reached, tears are leaking from your eyes, and your ass is a rosy pink that radiates heat. However, there is an undeniable heat pulsing between your legs too.
Seungmin gently teases a few fingers through your folds. “You're soaked, Pup. I think you liked your punishment.” You don't respond, verbally, but you push your hips back into his hand, chasing his touch.
“My good girl,” he praises, “you did so well. Get up on the bed, I have another present for you.”
Doing as you were told, you climb onto the bed and present yourself on your hands and knees. There's a brief pause before he moves behind you. You hear the click of a bottle cap before you feel the cold sensation of lube being drizzled over your anus. You jolt a little at the temperature but he is quick to soothe you.
This is far from the first time the two of you have experimented with anal toys, but he still takes his time opening you up. First with one finger; then two as he scissors them apart. When he's satisfied you're stretched enough, you feel the familiar pressure of a plug being pressed against your opening. You slowly exhale and push out slightly, allowing the plug to slide in easier.
When it’s fully seated, you clench around it. It feels different. Heavier. You move your hips experimentally and feel it move with you. “You got me a tail, Master?”
“Sure did, Pup, and you look so good with it. You look exactly like a bitch in heat, presenting your glistening folds to me.”
You moan sinfully and arch your back more. “Please Master, fuck me! Breed me!” you plead.
Seungmin wastes no more time. You hear the clink of his belt and the swish of fabric before you feel the bed dip behind you. He sheaths himself into your warm, wet heat with a single thrust and your mouth opens in a silent scream.
“Fuck, Pup,” he grunts. “You're so warm and tight.”
He pulls back almost all the way and thrusts back in. It feels like there's a tangled knot of pleasure deep inside your walls from all your denied orgasms. The way he drives his cock into that knot with every single thrust has you seeing stars. Pleasure quickly overrides your senses. Every thought bleeding from your mind except for one. Need to cum!
“Is Puppy going dumb on Master's cock?” He teases. “Does dumb Puppy need to cum?”
His words shake something loose in your brain. “Yes- yes- yes! Please!” You chant with every thrust of his cock. “Please, Min! Please M-m-master!”
With one hand digging into your hip, he wraps the leash around the other and tugs backward just enough to pull your head up, restricting your breathing slightly. As you grow lightheaded you hear him say “cum” and you let go, a feeling of euphoria washing over you.
Your vision whites out and all you can hear is the roaring of the blood rushing through your head. It feels like all your muscles contract along with your vaginal muscles. Your pussy clamps down on Seungmin’s dick like a vice, milking every drop of his cum. A combination of his release and your own spurts out around his cock with the force of your climax.
You feel like you're floating and your arms give out beneath you. Before you can fall face first into the bed, Seungmin catches you. He gently pulls out and maneuvers you both so he's laying down with you on his chest. He gently rubs his hand up and down your back, whispering sweet nothings like “good pup, beautiful, good girl.”
It's several minutes until your wits and motor function return for the both of you to clean up.
Seungmin runs you a bath and then changes the sheets. As you soak in the bath you wonder - was that really punishment, or was it perhaps reward?
Pairing: mean Dom!Seungmin x brat puppy!reader (assumed AFAB)
Summary: What happens when you agree to give your boyfriend Seungmin control of your orgasm for the week and then go back on your word.
WC: 2.5k
Genre: smut
Content Warning: heavy themes of BDSM and pet play, orgasm control/denial, edging, remote controlled vibrator, collar/leash, pet names (hers: good girl, beautiful girl, Pup, Puppy; his: Minnie, Min, Master), spanking, anal play, squirting, brief mentions of aftercare (please keep in mind that extensive aftercare is very important in scenes like these), degradation
A/N: a few months ago @skzdust and I were obsessed with short hair Seungmin. I listened to Going Dumb ft Stray Kids and it's like...totally a sex song. I just had to write something featuring Seungmin.
Please check out their fic here!
You went through all the trouble of breaking the rules, and you still didn't even get to cum without your Master.”
You bite back a moan and let your knees fall together, squeezing your thighs together. Despite your efforts, a whimper escapes you as when you feel the slick that is beginning to coat them. Your walls rapidly clench and unclench around the intruding vibrator pulsing against your g-spot. The vibrator suddenly ramps up to the highest setting and you squeal. Pleasure coils tight low in your belly. Your hands desperately clutch fistfuls of your skirt and your thighs tense and quiver with the strain of fighting off your impending orgasm.
When the vibrations suddenly stop, you sag into the pillows behind you, letting out a huff that's simultaneously a sigh of relief and a petulant whine at yet another stolen orgasm. You pant heavily.
“That's it. That's my good girl, my beautiful girl,” Seungmin coos at you from the laptop in front of you.
“Please, Minnie,” you plead - for relief or release you do not know.
“Ah, ah, ah,” he tuts, smirking through the screen. “That's not what you should be calling me, Puppy.”
“I'm sorry, Master, please,” you say, eyes lowering.
He ponders, “I don't think so,” you pout but he continues. “Hold on until tomorrow, and I'll reward you. I need to go now, Pup. Be good. I love you.”
You respond in kind before ending the call and shutting the laptop. You flop backwards in the pillows, closing your eyes and letting the last dregs of arousal fade from your body.
You and Seungmin have been dating for a few years now. About a year ago you had started introducing elements of BDSM into your relationship to spice up the bedroom (not that your sex life really needed the help). While neither of you were necessarily into the 24/7 total power exchange, you enjoyed submitting to Seungmin now and again as much as he enjoyed dominating you.
Currently, he is gone for the week, traveling for schedules. Before he left, he had gifted you this vibrator which could be controlled from a long distance when synced over the wifi. He challenged you to give him control over all of your orgasms - he decided when, where, and how many you would get.
The first night, you both tested the waters. When he video called you and asked you to put the vibrator in, you were quick to comply. He cycled through the different vibration patterns and strength, watching your reactions carefully. Even through a camera lens he could read every single tell her body had; the way her lips curled, her eyelids fluttered, or muscles twitched. Taking his time, he gently edged you to two powerful orgasms - giving in easily when you begged him for release.
The second night, he sent you into overstimulation with 5 orgasms in quick succession. Through each of them, he kept the vibrator steadily thrumming on the lowest setting, never letting you come down completely. You were so sensitive after the third time you came that you couldn't even be certain your fourth and fifth climaxes were separate. You had begged him to turn the vibrator off. When you ended the call that night you were a shuddering puddle.
Each night since he has edged you ruthlessly, bringing you to the summit of your pleasure but denying your release. Sometimes he only brings you to the precipice once, like tonight. Other times, he has brought you to the edge two or three times. Tonight was the fourth night in a row of being denied and your body is wound so tightly.
You want so badly to relieve yourself but you refrain. Seungmin returns tomorrow. Surely he'll reward your obedience.
The next day, you come home from work in a terrible mood. The cafe you work at was short staffed through the entire lunch rush, a customer spilled hot coffee all over your uniform, and somehow your till came up almost $20 short. This isn't the first time money has been found missing, from your till specifically. You suspect one of your coworkers is stealing, but you have no definitive proof so you have been unable to pinpoint the person responsible. You let out a heavy sigh and run a hand through your hair. You know the money will come out of your next paycheck.
You don't need the money per say - Seungmin has been adamant that you should allow him to take care of all of the bills. You both know he makes more than enough to keep you both comfortable. It's just the principle of it. You don't want to have to rely on him to take care of you. Even if it is irrational, it makes you feel like you are taking advantage of his status as an idol.
You wish it didn't, but the whole situation stresses you out. Your racing thoughts begin jumbling in your brain and suddenly your uniform feels too tight. All of your focus shifts to your skin and the way it seems to prickle and itch. You pull uncomfortably at the fabric but you find no relief. Finally, you decide to just strip off the clothing and take a shower to rinse the day - and the coffee - away.
Even after the shower you still don't feel relaxed. You're just stressed. Tense. Wound tight like a watch spring.
You know exactly what would help release the tension and make you feel better. The past four nights of edging have definitely taken a toll on you. It’s been years since you went this long without an orgasm. Before you and Seungmin started dating you often masturbated to help relieve your stress. And since then you haven't had to worry about taking care of those needs yourself. Seungmin's sex drive is as high, if not higher than your own.
Stepping out of the shower, you take a look at the clock on your nightstand. It's just after 3 in the afternoon. You're not expecting Seungmin back until around 7. You bite your lip as you think - 4 hours would be plenty of time for you to take your time rubbing one out and disposing of the evidence. On the other hand, Seungming would surely punish you if he found out you gave yourself an orgasm after agreeing to hand over control to him. Still, after pondering for a few minutes you decide that you could risk chasing your release and Seungmin would be none the wiser.
You drop the towel you had wrapped around yourself, grab your favorite vibrator, and climb onto the bed. You arrange the pillows against the headboard in the center of the mattress and lean back against them. In this position you’re not quite sitting up, not quite laying down. Taking a minute to just breathe and tune into your body, you rest your feet flat on the bed before letting your knees fall open.
You set the vibrator on the bed next to you and begin caressing yourself. Starting from your thighs, you slowly drag your palms up. Feeling first the soft flesh of your hips, then your belly, and finally your breasts. You let your fingertips ghost over your nipples before repeating the sequence of motions.
By your third pass, your nipples are stiff peaks and you're beginning to feel the familiar tingling between your legs. You reach for your trusty vibrator. You switch it onto the lowest setting and a quiet hum fills the room.
With one hand you play with your breast, alternating between softly squeezing the mound and teasing the nipple with your fingers. You softly pinch the nub between your thumb and forefinger - sometimes rolling it between your fingers and other times tugging it gently. The actions send soft jolts of pleasure through your body to your pussy which begins to moisten.
Continuing to play with your breast, you begin teasing your pussy with the tip of the vibrator. Tracing first the contours of your outer lips before dragging it up through your inner lips and just barely grazing the hood of your clit. You repeat the actions, slowly working your body up until your clit protrudes from its hood and slick begins to trickle from your entrance.
You turn the vibrator up and when you touch it directly to your clit you can't help the moan that escapes you. You continue to play with yourself. You alternate between dipping the vibrator into your dripping cunt to lubricate it and circling it around your clit.
You turn the vibrator up to the highest setting and throw your other arm over your eyes. When you touch it to your clit again your whole body tenses as pleasure surges through your body. You're too engrossed in the buzzing of the vibrator and your own moans to hear the front door unlock.
Just before you're about to cum, you hear a low voice at the bedroom door, “Oh someone's been a very naughty Puppy.”
Startled, your eyes fly open and you let out a scream. Seungmin stands in the doorway - it seems he came home early and caught you red handed.
You know there is no way you can possibly talk your way out of this so when he drops his bag and points at his feet, you're quick to obey. You scramble off the bed and kneel at his feet. You sit back on your heels, spreading your legs a little wider than shoulder width, and place your hands on your thighs, palms down. You sit with your back straight but your eyes down cast.
Seungmin places a hand on your head affectionately, but you dare not look at him when he speaks. “It looks like my beautiful pet has been disobedient in my absence. I think you need to be punished.”
You watch his feet disappear from your view. You hear him fetch something from the closet before he takes a seat on the edge of the bed. “Be a good Pup and fetch your collar, would you?” He asks.
“Yes, Master,” you reply easily. You move to stand up, but are quickly stopped with a click of his tongue. “Good pups don't walk on two legs, do they? Crawl.”
You crawl to the night stand where your collar and leash are kept. You retrieve the items, hesitating only a moment before putting them in your mouth and crawling back to Seungmin.
When you arrive, he takes the collar and sets the leash to the side. He fastens the collar around your neck, sliding two fingers under the leather to ensure it's not too tight before patting his lap. You stand up and lay yourself over his lap.
“Be honest Pup, did you cum?” he asks?
“No, Master,” you whimper and he hums with derision.
“You went through all the trouble of breaking the rules, and you still didn't even get to cum without your Master,” he rubs a hand over your ass.
“While you technically didn't cum, you still tried to steal an orgasm from me even after giving me control of them. That doesn't seem very fair, does it, Pup?” He accentuates the question with a sharp swat.
You whimper and whisper, “No Master, it wasn't fair.”
“Very well,” he says, “let's start with 10 spanks. I want you to count.” He traps your legs between his own and clips the leash to the collar. He wraps the leash around one hand and uses it as leverage to keep your body flush to his legs. With his other hand he begins delivering the spanks.
You dutifully count and by the time 10 is reached, tears are leaking from your eyes, and your ass is a rosy pink that radiates heat. However, there is an undeniable heat pulsing between your legs too.
Seungmin gently teases a few fingers through your folds. “You're soaked, Pup. I think you liked your punishment.” You don't respond, verbally, but you push your hips back into his hand, chasing his touch.
“My good girl,” he praises, “you did so well. Get up on the bed, I have another present for you.”
Doing as you were told, you climb onto the bed and present yourself on your hands and knees. There's a brief pause before he moves behind you. You hear the click of a bottle cap before you feel the cold sensation of lube being drizzled over your anus. You jolt a little at the temperature but he is quick to soothe you.
This is far from the first time the two of you have experimented with anal toys, but he still takes his time opening you up. First with one finger; then two as he scissors them apart. When he's satisfied you're stretched enough, you feel the familiar pressure of a plug being pressed against your opening. You slowly exhale and push out slightly, allowing the plug to slide in easier.
When it’s fully seated, you clench around it. It feels different. Heavier. You move your hips experimentally and feel it move with you. “You got me a tail, Master?”
“Sure did, Pup, and you look so good with it. You look exactly like a bitch in heat, presenting your glistening folds to me.”
You moan sinfully and arch your back more. “Please Master, fuck me! Breed me!” you plead.
Seungmin wastes no more time. You hear the clink of his belt and the swish of fabric before you feel the bed dip behind you. He sheaths himself into your warm, wet heat with a single thrust and your mouth opens in a silent scream.
“Fuck, Pup,” he grunts. “You're so warm and tight.”
He pulls back almost all the way and thrusts back in. It feels like there's a tangled knot of pleasure deep inside your walls from all your denied orgasms. The way he drives his cock into that knot with every single thrust has you seeing stars. Pleasure quickly overrides your senses. Every thought bleeding from your mind except for one. Need to cum!
“Is Puppy going dumb on Master's cock?” He teases. “Does dumb Puppy need to cum?”
His words shake something loose in your brain. “Yes- yes- yes! Please!” You chant with every thrust of his cock. “Please, Min! Please M-m-master!”
With one hand digging into your hip, he wraps the leash around the other and tugs backward just enough to pull your head up, restricting your breathing slightly. As you grow lightheaded you hear him say “cum” and you let go, a feeling of euphoria washing over you.
Your vision whites out and all you can hear is the roaring of the blood rushing through your head. It feels like all your muscles contract along with your vaginal muscles. Your pussy clamps down on Seungmin’s dick like a vice, milking every drop of his cum. A combination of his release and your own spurts out around his cock with the force of your climax.
You feel like you're floating and your arms give out beneath you. Before you can fall face first into the bed, Seungmin catches you. He gently pulls out and maneuvers you both so he's laying down with you on his chest. He gently rubs his hand up and down your back, whispering sweet nothings like “good pup, beautiful, good girl.”
It's several minutes until your wits and motor function return for the both of you to clean up.
Seungmin runs you a bath and then changes the sheets. As you soak in the bath you wonder - was that really punishment, or was it perhaps reward?
Summary: The follow up to Of Haircuts and Hyunjin - After his visit to District 9 Salon, Hyunjin can't stop thinking about you. He reaches out to you and ends up taking you on a date.
WC: 5.1k
SS: 3
AU: idol!Hyunjin
Genre: Smut
Content Warnings: Intended for 18+ mature audiences, MDNI! Kissing, oral sex (cunnilingus and fellatio)
After he left the salon, he had stuffed the receipt into his pocket and headed to the company practice rooms. All through dance practice it felt as though that little piece of paper was burning a hole in his pocket. Thankfully he didn’t make any mistakes, but he wasn’t as focused on his dancing as he should be - all because he couldn’t stop thinking about the message. He couldn’t stop thinking about you.
Hyunjin returns to the dorm after dance practice and flops on his bed. He removes the little receipt paper from his pocket and holds it in his hand. He reads the message and then re-reads it.
In case you want to do more than look ###-###-#### Y/N.
He crumples the receipt and tosses it to the side with a sigh. He should just forget all about it, forget all about you. While he and the other members are no longer under a dating ban, strictly speaking, it is still discouraged by the company. Seeing you would just be playing with fire. He runs a hand through his hair and sighs again. Maybe a shower will help clear his thoughts.
He grabs a towel from the linen closet and pads down the hallway to the bathroom. He strips his clothes off and turns on the shower before stepping in. The water is nearly scalding, just the way he likes it. He can feel the water washing away the sweat from his body while his muscles slowly relax.
He closes his eyes and stands under the water for several long minutes, letting it cascade down his body. He takes measured breaths, inhaling deeply, pausing, and exhaling slowly. With each breath he lets his thoughts bleed from his mind until there is nothing.
Eventually, he needs to wash his hair and body. He squirts his body wash on his washcloth and lathers it up. The scent of lavender and eucalyptus swirls around him, enveloping him as he drags it first across his chest then down his body. The subtle lavender is soothing while the eucalyptus is refreshing and provides mental clarity.
For the moment, he has succeeded in his goal of forgetting all about you. But all of that goes down the drain the moment he begins to wash his hair. The feeling of his fingers scrubbing his scalp immediately makes him flashback to that morning at the salon.
You squirt a couple of pumps of shampoo into your palm, rubbing it between your hands before working it into a lather in his hair. While you work the shampoo into his tresses, you massage his scalp. Your fingers work a kind of magic that has all the tension melting from his body. It feels like heaven.
Every now and then, your fingernails also lightly scratch his scalp. Each scratch lights up his nerve endings and sends a current of pleasure rippling through his body. He can’t help the slight shiver that follows. He can feel his cock twitching to life between his legs, pressing against his pants.
The flashback ends abruptly when the shower water begins to run cold. The water streaming down his body may be cold, but his cock hangs hot and heavy from the memory. He exhales shakily and shivers from the cold water. He quickly rinses the shampoo from his hair and by the time he finishes, his body has calmed down, but his mind has not.
His thoughts race as he steps out of the shower. He dries himself off before wrapping the towel around his waist and heading back to his room. He dresses in sweats and a baggy t-shirt before flopping on his bed once again.
As he stretches out, his hand hits the crumpled receipt paper he had discarded earlier. He grabs it and sits up. He uncrumples it and smooths the paper against his thigh.
In case you want to do more than look ###-###-#### Y/N.
Before he can second - or third - guess himself, he punches the number into his phone.
He’s always liked to play with fire.
You were stretched out in bed, relieving your tired muscles. Your hours at the salon were long and draining, and your hands and feet often hurt after a shift. In the end, you didn't really mind though. It paid well enough, and since it was a high end salon, you'd get to meet the occasional Kpop idol or actor.
While you laid there, you opened your socials for your nightly doom scrolling. It didn't take much scrolling before Kpop fan edits began to show up in your feed. You double-tapped your screen to like a video here or there.
You abruptly stopped scrolling as the next video played and you saw a familiar face. It was a fancam of Hyunjin’s Megaverse dance break. God, he looked so handsome. You admired the precise control he had over his body. You were in absolute awe. And when he hip-thrusted in time to the music, well, let’s just say you felt your entire body flush. You let the video replay several more times - drinking in every single detail.
Your rapt attention was broken when your phone vibrated with a text notification. Startled, you let the phone slip from your grip and it lands on your face. You let out a pained squeak and sit up. Who could be texting you at this time? All your friends and family live across the world from you.
You scoff to yourself a little incredulously. There was no way the Hyunjin of Stray Kids was texting you. If you were being honest, you're not sure why you left him your number. Sure, you would have had to be blind to miss either his blatant appreciation of your body or his physical reaction during his appointment. He had flirted, and you had even flirted back. But still, you never would have expected him to actually text you. He was an idol and you were, well, nobody really.
Yet, against all odds, here he was. So you saved his number, took a deep breath, and texted him back.
You giggle to yourself and suppress a smile while kicking your feet. You’re going on a date with Hyunjin!
The next day you put on a pair of lacy panties and a short, flowing dress that ties behind your neck. There is a triangle of skin showing between your breasts and it leaves your back wide open. It’s modest enough but makes you feel cute, maybe even sexy. You slip on a pair of ballet flats and pack a pair of wedge sandals for later. Satisfied with your appearance, you grab your makeup bag and head to the salon to start your shift.
When you arrive at District 9 you place your belongings in the break room before checking your bookings for the day, you have a full schedule of clients with hardly a break in between. You inhale a deep breath before exhaling slowly, preparing yourself mentally for the day. And then you put a smile on your face and prepare your station for the first client.
By lunchtime you are absolutely famished. You run down the street to the convenience store and buy a kimbap and a can of milkis. When you return, you all but fall into a break room chair, eager to put your feet up for a few minutes. You pull out your phone as you begin to wolf down your food. You see you have a new notification.
Skipping ahead to ‘darling’ already? You giggle to yourself and shake your head. Even though you’ve been busy, you can’t help but feel like the day is dragging on. Only four more hours to go. Hwaiting! you tell yourself.
With some measure of luck, your 4’clock, your last appointment of the day, cancels at the last minute. You breathe a sigh of relief and ask your coworker to give you a blowout and style. They loosely curl your hair while you chat about your plans for the evening. You explain that you’re going on a date, but you’re careful not to mention who you’re going on a date with.
They add a finishing touch by pulling half of your hair back into a fishtail braid secured with a cute ribbon. Happy with the look, you thank them and spend the remaining time putting on some light makeup. Just after 5, you slip out of your flats, put on your wedges. After a final check in the mirror, you grab your bag and walk out the door.
Hyunjin stands outside of the salon, leaning against the car he’s using for the night. He’s dressed casually and wearing a mask with a ball cap pulled low to help conceal his identity. He arrived just before 5 and has been waiting for you. As he waits, he nonchalantly scrolls through his socials. To passersby, he looks calm and collected.
The truth is, he’s nervous. His palms are sweating, and a closer look would reveal a slight tremor of the hands. For one, it’s been years since he’s been on anything resembling a date. He definitely doesn’t think outings with the other members count. For two, there were nigh on countless things that could go wrong, and any number of them could cause a scandal.
He knew he was taking a risk - maybe even a major risk - but there was just something so alluring about you. From the beginning, the moment he walked into District 9, he’s been drawn to you like a moth to a flame. He’s always liked to play with fire.
He looks up when you walk out of the salon, and the world seems to stop turning, if only for a moment. You call out a soft greeting, and he shivers with pleasure, his name never sounding sweeter than it does coming out of your lips. You look absolutely radiant with your hair falling in soft curls around your shoulders. A light breeze ruffles the skirt of your dress, allowing him a brief glimpse of your plush thighs.
He subconsciously gives his lips a quick lick before subtly wiping his palms on his pants as he pockets his phone. He gives you a bright smile and walks to open the passenger door.
“Your chariot awaits, miss!” he chuckles with a playful bow.
He watches as you mock curtsey back to him and go to get in the car. The car is a little lower than you expected, and he watches as you stumble. Without even thinking, his hands reach out to stabilize you. Your waist underneath his hands feels just right - you’re so warm. The perfect balance of soft and firm.
He can’t help but give you a gentle squeeze as he helps you into the car. You give him the brightest smile in return. It’s a smile bright enough to melt all of his nerves away. When he shuts your car door and walks around to the driver's side, he has to take a moment to adjust himself in his pants.
As you settle into the seat of the car, you close your eyes and take a deep breath to calm your nerves. The air is permeated with the scent of Hyunjin. It’s lightly floral with a hint of something else - spicy or herbal? You find it suits him perfectly.
Just a moment later, the driver’s door opens and Hyunjin folds his long legs into the car. He puts on his seatbelt and makes sure that yours is buckled as well. Then he gives you a bright smile and starts the car. You give him a smile back and he pulls out of the parking lot.
You study Hyunjin as he drives. Even doing something so mundane, he looks stunning. He’s relaxed in the driver’s seat. His left hand is on the steering wheel while his right hand rests on the gear shift between the two of you. You didn't think you had a thing for hands, but you can’t help but study his hands.
You observe the way the veins on the back of his hand faintly protrude and snake up his forearm. His fingers are long and adorned with silver rings. His nails are well manicured but unpainted. As you stare, you can't help but imagine the way his hands might feel on you - and in you.
Would his palms be soft or rough against your skin? Are his hands warm or cold? What would the cool metal of his rings feel like as he glides his hands over your body? What would his rings feel like pressed against your folds? And oh - how deep inside would those long fingers reach?
You can feel your body begin to heat up in response to your wayward thoughts - starting with a tingling sensation between your thighs.You shift your gaze outside the window and exhale a shaky breath. You loosely grip the hem of your dress in your fists and subtly squeeze your thighs together. A futily seeking any sort of relief.
Determined to keep looking out the window, you miss the way Hyunjin subtly shifts his gaze to you as you press your thighs. You miss the way he swallows, his adam’s apple bobbing, before clenching his jaw. However determined you are, you can’t miss the way tension seems to rise in the car - an energy, a dangerous attraction sparking to life between the two of you.
Thankfully, the car ride is brief and soon enough Hyunjin is parking the car. You take a deep breath as you exit the car. Thankfully, the open air seems to break the tension between you. He’s brought you to the outskirts out the city and as he leads you down the street, he tells you about the little hole-in-the-wall BBQ restaurant the other members found. He and the others have frequented the restaurant enough to befriend the owner who always ensures they have a private room in the back away from the prying eyes of the public.
Once inside the restaurant, he greets the employees with friendly familiarity and walks toward the very room he just mentioned to you. Ever the gentleman, he pulls out your chair to seat you first.
“And they say chivalry is dead,” you tease with a smirk.
He waves you off with a playful scowl, but a faint blush tinges his cheeks as he takes his seat across from you.
You feel the spark of attraction flare back to life now that you’re seated across from him. As you examine the menu, you wonder if he feels the same. You glance up at him, and find that he is already looking at you. You flush as you meet his eyes and exchange a shy smile.
You gesture to the menu and ask if he has any recommendations. You spend the next several minutes discussing the menu, stealing glances while the other isn’t looking. At restaurants like these, there’s a fine line between not enough food and too much food and neither of you want to eat too much food. After much deliberation you settle on an order of galbi and samgyeopsal with rice for the both of you.
Hyunjin leaves the room to place the order, and you fan your face, feeling a bit warm. You’re certain that you must be flushed. When he returns, he relaxes into his seat, one arm across the back of the other chair while his other hand rests on the table. He flashes you a bright smile.
“So, Y/N tell me about yourself - outside of your job what do you like to do?” he asks?
You spend several minutes animatedly detailing your numerous interests and hobbies - most prominently how you love to read and listen to music. You admit that you are a big fan of kpop and watch his face light up when you reveal you’ve been a Stay for about a year now. He puts on a serious face and asks you who your bias is, pouting when it’s not him.
You've seen him pout before on live, but it's different in person. Your eyes are immediately drawn to his lush lips. They look soft and hydrated - absolutely kissable. You shake your head to dismiss the thought before it can go any further and reach a hand across the table to where his hand is resting.
You pat his hand as you give him a sly grin, “there’s plenty of time for me to be swayed. You could still become my favorite.” In an uncharacteristically bold move, you seal your words with a wink.
His mouth falls open, whether in shock or rebuttal you don’t know, because before he can get any words out, the food arrives. The owner himself and another employee bring in the food. They light the grill and place the meat and tongs near Hyunjin then beautifully arrange the banchan dishes before politely bowing and excusing themselves.
Hyunjin wields the tongs with practiced ease. You shamelessly admire him from across the table while he places first the samgyeopsal and then galbi on the grill. He then takes the scissors and cuts each strip into smaller pieces. The grill is still heating up when the meat is first added, but soon enough your ears and nostrils are filled with the sizzling sounds and tantalizing smells of grilling meat. Your mouth waters in response.
As Hyunjin carefully tends the meat, turning each piece several times, you chat casually. As time passes, you both grow bolder, exchanging flirting words and glances. You feel your face grow warm - whether from the heat of the grill or from the flames of desire, you can't say. Although you could wager a guess.
You're uncertain how much time has truly passed, but soon enough Hyunjin begins removing the first round of meat from the grill and placing them on the nearby serving platter. While he lets the meat rest, he starts laying the second round out on the grill.
After he finishes arranging and cutting the meat in the grill, he picks up a piece of galbi with his chopsticks and holds it out to you.
“Here, pretty girl, the first piece is for you!”
You flush even further but open your mouth to accept the piece of meat. Your taste buds are immediately assaulted by the sweet, salty, and slightly smoky flavor of the galbi. The meat is so tender it practically falls apart on your mouth without chewing. You close your eyes and moan appreciatively.
Hyunjin makes some sort of strangled noise, and when you open your eyes, you find him staring at you with lust in his eyes. You meet his heated gaze, with heat in your own gaze, and smile.
You and Hyunjin take your time; both of you enjoy the carefully cooked meat, delicious banchan, and each other's company. When the food is gone, Hyunjin rises and offers you his hand, which you happily take.
You let him lead you to the front where he pays for the meal before opening the door and ushering you out. Darkness fell while you were eating and without the heat of the sun you find the night breeze just a little chilly.
Hyunjin pulls you close and guides you back to the car with his hand on your lower back. Your interactions during the meal has nurtured the spark of attraction between you into a roaring flame of desire. As such, you're hyper aware of his hand against your back - the heat from his palm radiates through your body. The warmth spreads throughout your body and pools low in your stomach.
Like earlier, Hyunjin opens your car door and helps you in. As you settle into your seat, you know one thing for certain: your stomach may be pleasantly full, but you're filled with a hunger of an entirely different nature.
After he slides into the driver's seat, Hyunjin types the address you give him into his phone. It turns out you only live a few blocks from the salon, so he knows the drive won't take long. Is that a blessing or a curse?
The atmosphere in the car comes to life with the unspoken sexual tension between you and him. Hyunjin feels his cock twitching within the confines of his pants. He inhales a deep, measured breath through his nose in an effort to calm himself. Instead, he gets a deep inhale of your sweet perfume, and he only grows harder. He grips the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turn white.
Traffic is lighter this time of day, and in no time at all Hyunjin finds himself parked in front of your apartment. He isn't ready to say goodbye to you, and it seems you aren't quite ready to part either because you haven't made any moves to exit the car.
Then, it seems you both make up your minds because you speak at the same time he does.
“Hyun-”
“Y/N-”
He gestures for you to continue and waits while you unbuckle your seatbelt to turn and face him. He watches as you close your eyes and take a deep breath before blurting out, “Hyunjin, would you like to come up with me? I don't want the night to end yet…”
For several long seconds he doesn’t move, and he doesn't say anything. He's warring with himself - he wants so badly to go with you. He can't deny how intensely he desires you. He feels like he's burning from the inside out. Following you up to your apartment would just be playing with fire.
You, unfortunately, take his silence as rejection. Your voice trembles as you ramble, “I’m sorry if I misread any signs…I had a great time, but I'll just get going now.”
You scramble to open your door and exit the car, and this shakes him out of his thoughts. He catches your wrist and pulls you back, smashing his lips to yours.
Your lips against his are so soft and they part in surprise. He takes the opportunity to slip his tongue between them, meeting yours. He relishes in the way your tongue dances with his. He kisses you for several long minutes. By the time he breaks the kiss, you're both out of breath.
“Please, Y/N,” he pants, “I want you.”
He's always like to play with fire.
He follows closely behind you as you lead him up to your apartment, opting to take the stairs rather than the elevator for discretion. You're out of breath when you stop outside of apartment 14-3.
You quickly enter the code to your door, and he follows. As soon as you're both inside, he shuts the door and spins you both, so you're pinned against the door, caged in his arms. He claims your lips again in a feverish kiss and you respond in kind.
As your lips clash and tongues tangle, he maneuvers his thigh between your legs, pressing against your clothed mound. He can feel the heat radiating from your core. And when you begin to shift your hips, he can feel the wetness seeping through your panties. Each time you grind down on his thigh, you also inadvertently provide friction to his aching cock.
Eventually he can't take it anymore and he breaks the kiss.
“Please, Y/N,” he pants. “I need to taste you. Can I taste you?”
When you nod, blushing, he picks you up, hands gripping your thighs.
He kisses you and then asks, “bed or couch, pretty girl?”
“Couch - living room is through there,” you respond breathlessly, gesturing with your chin.
He gently sets you down on the couch and wastes no time kneeling before you on the floor. You lift your hips slightly and he peels your panties off, sliding his hands gently down your thighs as he goes. Thick strings of your arousal cling to your panties and he shamelessly sniffs them before throwing them haphazardly to the side.
“You smell delicious, pretty.”
He smirks at the way your face flames red at his actions and positions himself between your thighs. His slender shoulders keep your legs spread apart.
He uses his thumbs to spread your lips apart and takes a moment to admire the view before diving straight in. Using the flat of his tongue he slowly licks a thick stripe from your entrance to your clit. Your slick tastes divine - a pleasant balance between sweet and tangy - and he moans.
He repeats the action a few more times, just as slowly, before dipping the tip of his tongue into your entrance, seeking more of your nectar straight from the source. He could get drunk on you - but it's not enough.
He shifts your thighs to rest on top of his shoulders, sandwiching his head. He stiffens his tongue and thrusts it into your core, spearing you open. From this new position he can reach deeper, and he repeats the motion again and again. Licking, sucking, slurping.
You're both moaning messes and he can feel your thighs quivering.
“Hyunjin, more,” you plead, canting your hips.
Happy to oblige, he slowly works two of his fingers into you. He scissors them apart and works you open while questing for your g-spot. At the same time, he wraps his lips around your clit.
When he finds that area of slightly spongy flesh, he gently presses into it, massaging small circles into the flesh. Simultaneously, he uses the tip of his tongue to quickly flick your sensitive bud - all that hard work at learning enunciation paying off.
Although your thighs muffle all sounds, he can still hear your moans and whimpers. They grow in volume and frequency as he pushes you towards your high.
Your thighs clamp shut around his head as he pushes you over the edge. He drinks you down, not letting a single drop of your cum go to waste. You moan his name, “Jinnie!!”
He was wrong earlier - the way you moan his name in the height of pleasure is the sweetest sound. And he wants to hear you do it over and over again.
You relax into the couch cushions, breathing hard. You look down between your thighs to where Hyunjin is emerging, his face glistening with the remnants of your release. “Holy fuck, Jinnie…” you pant. “Wait, can I call you, Jinnie?”
He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, before wiping the hand on his pants. He stands up, slowly unfolding his lithe body, and plops himself down beside you. He raises a hand to your cheek and gently turns your head.
“You can call me whatever you like, darling,” he murmurs.
You meet his eyes and smile before leaning in and capturing his lips. He tastes like you, but you don't mind. You deepen the kiss, licking into his mouth. When you eventually withdraw, you tug at his lower lip with your teeth, and he whimpers.
“You taste good, Jinnie,” you croon. “But I bet I know something that tastes even better.”
You slide off the couch until you're the one kneeling between his thighs.
“What do you say, Jinnie baby…” You look up at him, eyes shrouded behind your long lashes. “Can I return the favor?”
You relish in the way he whimpers, “please.”
Your fingers deftly unbutton his pants before you lean forward taking the zipper between your teeth.
“Fuck…” he hisses, staring down at you. “That's so fucking hot.”
You grin and hook your fingers into the waistband of both his boxer briefs and pants. You give them a gentle tug and he lifts his hips to help you slide them off in one go. You let them pool around his ankles, too distracted by his newly freed cock, which smacks against his clothed abdomen.
As far as phalluses go, Hyunjin’s is beautiful. It isn’t the thickest you’ve ever seen, but it’s long with the slightest curve to the left. Like his hands, there is a protruding vein that runs along the underside from base to tip. His cockhead is an angry red and leaking precum. With each beat of his heart, his cock pulses and a little more precum oozes out.
“Eyes on me,” you say before slowly dragging your tongue up the underside of his cock, tracing the vein, before swirling it around his tip and sucking hard. You let your tongue dip into his slit and gather more of his salty essence. He lets out a breathy moan. He can't control the way his hips jerk up, pressing himself further into your mouth. He feels guilty, stuttering out an “I’m sorry” but you pay him no mind, simply humming around his cock and pressing his hips back into the couch. Your display of dominance combined with the subtle vibrations make his brain go fuzzy. His eyes roll to the back of his head, and he relaxes into the couch.
Still loosely holding his hips, you bob your head up and down, taking more of his cock each down stroke. You gag a little when he finally hits the back of your throat, tears springing to your eyes unbidden. You pause for a moment, taking a deep breath, before taking him into your mouth again. You relax your throat and swallow him down inch by inch.
He lets out a strangled cry and his hips jerk again involuntarily. You tighten your grip on his hips and shove them back into the couch. Pinning him down, you redouble your efforts until his thighs are tense and trembling.
“I’m so close, please…” he begs. For what - to stop, to continue - neither of you know.
You slide one hand from his hip to cup his balls as you swallow down his length. As you work your throat around him, he can’t hold back. He reaches one hand down to cup your cheek and emits a strangled moan as he cums straight down your throat.
You swallow everything down before releasing his cock with a pop.
Hyunjin knows he’s a goner as soon as he looks down at you kneeling between his feet - spit dribbling down your chin and tear tracks lining your cheeks.
You’re beautiful.
This was supposed to be a one-time thing.
To quell the fire inside of him
But this has only been a match in the gas tank.
There is now an inferno that rages only for you. And he doubts it will be just a one-time thing.
A/N: Hey all, I hope you enjoyed the 2nd part of Of Haircuts and Hyunjin. Thank you for making it this far. If you enjoyed, please let me know if you'd be interested in a 3rd part.
Let me know if you'd like to be tagged in any of my work.
Pairing: Han Jisung x afab!reader, Idol!Jisung x Manager!reader (Y/N is used)
Summary: Based on a request. Plot with eventual smut. Y/N graduated from University and moved to Seoul hoping to get a translator job with an entertainment company. Instead, she gets a job as one of the managers for Stray Kids and maybe something more.
WC: 8.62k
Content Warning: Intended for 18+ mature audiences. MDNI! Brief anxiety/panic attack, masturbation (m and f), mutual pining, noona as a pet name, fingering (f rec), nipple play, swearing, unprotected piv (please be responsible for yourselves). Let me know if I missed anything else.
You're different from when we first met, I'm curious of you
The mood you give off completely changed, I'm curious of you
I can’t understand how I feel, mysterious of you
With the gaze you give me, let me say "Wow"
(Got me trippin’ like) Wow, wow, completely changed your vibe
(Got me trippin' like) Wow, wow, wow I wanna be on your mind
(Got me trippin’ like) Wow, wow, so I can approach you
I want to know how you feel, bang bang (Got me trippin' like)
Han first sees you as you’re walking into the cafe near JYP that he frequents. When you open the door, early morning sun is shining directly behind you, lighting up the top of your head like a halo. As soon as he sets his eyes on you, the rest of the world seems to fall away and his heart stutters a few beats. After you step in and the door swings shut behind you, he’s able to see you clearly.
Your hair falls past your shoulders in soft waves. You’re wearing a black turtleneck and a plaid pinafore dress with black knee high boots. The dress hugs your chest before flaring out into a flowing skirt that ends mid thigh. He watches as you order a vanilla latte and an almond croissant before sitting at a table and pulling out a planner.
Even from first sight, he feels an instant gravitation towards you. He’d love to stay and get to know you, but his drink order is being called. Unfortunately, the rest of the boys are waiting for him to come back to the dorms with their drinks. As he leaves the cafe, he glances at you again. He can’t help but hope he’ll see you again.
You’ve just moved here on Friday after graduating university. Spending your first couple of days unpacking, you’ve had very little time to explore your surroundings. The halmeoni who greeted you when you first moved in mentioned a nearby cafe serving some of the best coffee and pastries around. And so on Monday morning you find yourself briskly walking the couple of blocks to the cafe.
You’ve put on one of your favorite dresses and boots but forewent a jacket. A decision you are now regretting hence the brisk walk. After a few minutes you reach the cafe and open the door. You step in and call out a polite greeting to the baristas at the front. You quickly browse their menu board before deciding on a vanilla latte to warm you up and a flaky almond croissant.
After placing your order, you find a small table by the window and take a seat. You pull out your planner and your laptop to begin checking your emails. Before moving here you sent out applications to many different companies. You got a degree in linguistics with a minor in music. Right now your dream is to work as an interpreter/translator for one of the big entertainment companies here in Seoul, but you’ll take what you can get.
Your latte and croissant arrive just as you’re opening up your email. You take a sip of the warm drink as you sift through your inbox. Your spirits sink as you find the emails in your inbox are only spam. You subconsciously worry your lower lip. You have enough savings for a couple of months here in Seoul, but you’ve left everything you’ve ever known behind - not that there was anything left for you there. You didn’t have any family, or friends you could fall back on, and certainly no significant other. In other words, you really needed a job.
You take a bite of the croissant while you fill out some more job applications. The croissant is deliciously flaky and nutty from the almond. After the first bite you end up spending a couple of hours filling out applications while your latte and croissant end up forgotten on the side. You finish up and stretch your arms above your head before drinking the rest of your latte and croissant while watching passersby out the window.
You decide that you really like this cafe. You’ll definitely be back.
You don’t have time to go back to the cafe until the weekend.
You’ve been busy. You bought furniture to make your apartment feel more like a home. You went out and bought a few more professional pieces of clothing, for when you finally get an interview. The rest of the time you spent sending out applications and reaching out to contacts to develop a network.
On Saturday morning you wake up around 9. After stretching with a big yawn, you decide that a hot coffee and a pastry would make a perfect start to your weekend. You dress comfortably with a coordinating gray hoodie and jogger set and pile your hair up in a messy bun. The last thing you add to your outfit is your over-the-ear headphones.
You put on your favorite playlist of kpop hits and leave your apartment. It’s a beautiful sunny day, and you smile to yourself as you walk down the street. You’re jamming out to your music and unlike the last time you made this walk, you take your time.
When you walk into the cafe, you’re dancing in tiny to God’s Menu. You’re so engrossed in the music, head bobbing along to the beat, you don’t notice the group of 8 boys sitting in the corner. You don’t notice how they turned to look at you when the door chimed.And you certainly don’t notice how a few of them stifle a chuckle as they recognize the dance you’re doing.
Han immediately recognizes you - how could he not when you’re all he’s been thinking about. you’ve been plaguing his thoughts since he saw you on Monday. When he got back to the dorms, he couldn't stop raving about the most beautiful woman he thinks he's ever seen.
Even wearing sweatpants, as you are today, he thinks that that's true. What's even more beautiful is the way you're smiling as you dance to his song, their song. Is it fate that you listen to their music?
The thought that the woman of his dreams might be their fan, a Stay, has his heartbeat picking up and a faint blush creeping up his neck. His reaction doesn’t go unnoticed by either Chan or Minho, and they give him a look.
He gulps and mutters, “that's her. She's who I saw on Monday.”
The other members hear his statement and take a closer look. ‘She is beautiful,’ they all think, agreeing with his assessment.
When the song finishes, you pause your playlist and slip your headphones down to hang around your neck. Their eyes follow you as you order the same vanilla latte as on Monday with another croissant, chocolate this time. They continue to follow you as you retrieve your latte and select a seat near the windows.
It isn’t until you settle into your seat, that you finally feel the weight of their gazes. You slowly turn your head towards the corner and meet the gaze of 8 men. Your eyes widen in surprise as you take in their faces. Although some of the members are wearing masks, you still recognize them easily, how could you not when you’ve watched so many of their lives. When you’ve listened to their music on repeat, letting it anchor you to the world as you struggled through uni alone.
You were told that this cafe was close to JYPE, but you are still surprised to see them here. You give them a bright smile and a little wave. And then you remember what you were doing as you walked into the cafe. Certain that they watched your stupid little dance you flush a deep pink. You hide your face in your hands and quickly turn away. You spend the rest of your time gazing out the window, pointedly not looking back toward the corner.
For some reason, your smile thrilled each of the members. But when you flushed and looked away they all felt bad. None of them meant for you to feel embarrassed. After all, your dance had been cute and they were the ones caught staring. Nevertheless, they stopped watching you and resumed talking amongst themselves. All except Han, who couldn’t help but sneak peeks at you. He’s so curious of you.
Over the next month you become a frequent presence at the cafe. You still haven’t found a full time job which worries you, but you were able to pick up some freelance translation work for the time being. You often work from the cafe, spending hours there at a time. In doing so, you get to know several of the baristas there. When you come in, they greet you by name, and if it isn’t busy, you often spend a few minutes chatting.
Han sees you there often. Sometimes he’s there first and sometimes you’re already seated at your favorite spot by the window. Although he is often accompanied by another member or two, he also finds himself going by himself more often hoping to see you. When he’s alone, he allows himself to observe you in a way he doesn’t with the other members. He studies your little facial expressions - the way you bob your head to whatever song you’re listening to. The way you chew on your lower lip when you’re thinking. It’s during one of these visits that he learns your name is Y/N.
It’s mysterious the way your simple existence has utterly captivated him. He’s so curious of you. He can’t help the way he wants to talk to you and get to know you. He wants to be on your mind the same way that you’re on his. He simply wants you. But, he’s an idol and relationships aren’t so easy, so while he pines after you he
channels all his thoughts and desires into lyrics.
It’s been a couple of weeks since Han has seen you last. He’s worried about you. You had been coming less frequently, and the last time he saw you, you had dark bags under your eyes, and your lower lip was thoroughly raw and chapped. You looked ill.
It’s safe to say that when he finally sees you again, he’s relieved. He’s arrived at the cafe just after you, you’re standing in line just a few places ahead. You look good - you look healthy.
You’re dressed in a striking three-piece pantsuit. It accents both your waist and your curves. It’s professional but also flatteringly feminine. He can't help the way his eyes roam up and down your body. He can't help the way they linger on the swell of your ass. The outfit suits you exceptionally well.
Han watches as you reach the counter and greet the barista by name. You order your customary vanilla latte to-go and move to the waiting area. His lips form a pout when he realizes that means you won't be sitting down. Where is she going looking like that, he wonders.
When it's his turn at the counter, he orders two iced Americanos and a smoothie for Chan, and moves to stand next to you at the drink receiving area. He studies you closer.
Your hair is neatly pulled back into a ponytail. Round wire-framed glasses sit atop your nose giving you a very studious look. He can see a few freckles dusting your cheek bones. Your lips are pink and full and look so soft, not nearly as chapped as the last time he saw you. He’s standing close enough to you that he can lightly smell your perfume. It’s a floral jasmine mix with a hint of musky amber and bergamot. It’s heady but not heavy. It’s intoxicating.
He is startled out of his thoughts, his thoughts about you, when both of your drink orders are called. You grab your drink and head for the door. By the time he grabs his drinks and places them in a carrier, you’ve disappeared onto the street.
You had stopped going to the cafe after about a month because you still hadn’t received any interviews or job offers. The freelance work you were able to pick up was barely enough to cover your rent. You were no longer confident in your decision to move here. You were stressed and alone and it was wearing on your health.
Then one Thursday afternoon you received a call from an unknown number.
“Yeoboseyo? Is this Miss Y/N? I'm calling from JYP Entertainment regarding the Interpreter position you applied for. Are you available for an interview tomorrow?”
You were shocked. JYP Entertainment was just one of the many companies that you applied to and since they were one of the big names, you didn’t really expect to hear back from them. And yet they were the first company to reach out to you. You could barely contain your excitement while you responded “Yes, I'm Y/N. Thank you. I would love to come in for an interview!” You briefly discussed the details and ended the call with an interview scheduled for 8 am the following morning.
That was how you found yourself standing in front of the JYP Entertainment building, at 7:50 am with your latte in hand. You are thankful that the company is close to the cafe because you’re gripping the cup like it’s your lifeline. Maybe in a way it is - the warm drink in your hand is comforting. You take a deep grounding breath before entering the building and announcing yourself at the front desk.
After a few minutes you are escorted up to one of the meeting rooms on the upper floors. Inside, seated at a conference table, is Park Jin Young, JYP himself, along with another woman. Placing your cup down, you bow at 90 degrees and greet them both.
“Hello. My name is Y/N L/N. It's nice to meet you!!”
“Hello, Miss Y/N. Thank you for agreeing to meet us today. Please sit,” he gestures toward a seat opposite him and then glances down at the papers on the table in front of him. “I see that you applied to be one of our interpreters for English and/or Japanese.”
“Yes sir, that is correct,” you respond as you take a seat.
“You have quite an impressive resume here. I have one of our Japanese speakers with me to test your conversational skills, if you don't mind.”
“I don't mind,” you respond in Korean before easily transitioning to Japanese. You first re-introduce yourself before falling into an easy conversation with the other employee. You talk about some of the professional aspects of the job before moving on to some more personal details, like pets and hobbies. After about 10 minutes of conversing, the other employee ends the conversation and nods to JYP.
“Very good, Miss Y/N. Your conversational skills appear to be more than adequate. I think you would be a great addition to our team of interpreters. However,” he says before pausing.
Your heart which was beginning to swell with excitement faltered as you waited for him to continue. Your thoughts raced ahead - what wasn’t good enough?
“With your minor in music theory and production I think you may actually be better qualified for one of our new artist manager positions.”
Wait, what? You can’t help the way your mouth falls open in shock.
“With Stray Kids’ growing popularity and global presence we want to expand their management team for better support. You are proficient in Korean, Japanese, and English which is a great asset for travel and international interviews. With your music education you can also assist with production and recording if necessary,” JYP finishes explaining with a smile.
At some point during the explanation you managed to close your mouth and reign in your shock. You take a drink of your latte before speaking.
“This sounds like an amazing opportunity, sir…” you pause as something occurs to you. “I’d also like to be upfront with the fact that I am a Stay. I've been following Stray Kids since their debut. Will that be a problem, sir?”
JYP chuckles a little before responding. “In this case I think it's actually a benefit. If you’ve been watching them since the beginning, you're familiar with their dynamics and their music.”
He hands you a manila folder. “Here is our job offer and some other minor legal documents. I understand if you need some time to think this over, but we'd really like to onboard you as early as next week.”
You smile as you accept the folder. You take a moment to adjust your glasses before beginning to read the contents. You take your time to thoroughly examine the documents. The first page is the job offer itself which states your responsibilities as a manager. You are surprised to see that the salary is quite a bit higher than you could have anticipated. Another document details the benefits offered by JYPE. There is also a Non-disclosure Agreement which, if you're going to be working with idols like Stray Kids, is unsurprising.
After taking nearly half an hour to inspect the contents, you look up from the folder with a satisfied smile. You reach for a pen and sign the job offer acceptance before sliding it across the table.
“Thank you, sir. This is a very generous offer and I am honored to accept.”
He claps his hands again with a smile. “Wonderful news! We'd like to onboard you and introduce you to the team as soon as possible,” he says before glancing at this watch. “Unfortunately, it’s a bit short notice to do that today. Would you be available to come back to meet everyone tomorrow around noon?”
“Yes, of course. I look forward to it” you say.
The three of you stand from your seats and he says, “I believe our meeting for today has concluded then. Welcome to the team!”
You bow again and say “Thank you. Goodbye and please stay well!”
After seeing you again at the cafe, Jisung can't get you off his mind. You looked and smelled exquisite. He wants to get to know you so badly - he wants to know who you are and what you like and dislike.
When he entered the company earlier, he thought he saw someone who looked like you waiting at the front desk. But he was already running late to meet the others so he couldn’t take a closer look. The rest of the day and week are packed with schedules and he promptly forgets about it.
That evening Chan gathers everyone together and announces that a new artist manager is being added to their entourage. You will be introduced to all of them tomorrow. He explains that you will be around to assist with their day to day activities, music product, and will be one of their main managers for international tours and events.
The next day you wake up mid-morning after taking yourself out to dinner to celebrate last night. It was kind of depressing celebrating by yourself, but you made do. You might have drank a bit more than you meant to as a result, hence the late start.
You don't have too much time before meeting Stray Kids, so you drag yourself out of bed and head to the shower to start your day. You dress in stockings, a black silk sleeveless blouse, and houndstooth pencil skirt with a matching blazer. You leave your hair in its natural waves but pull half of it back with a clip. You move through your skincare routine before carefully putting some makeup on. You don’t always wear it, but first impressions matter to you. Especially first impressions with your idols.
By the time you finish getting ready, you only have about half an hour. You decide that you will get a coffee at the cafe and grab an assortment of pastries to share with the members. So, you slip on some heeled boots and head out the door.
At the cafe, you order your usual vanilla latte, iced this time, and a selection of croissants, muffins, and little coffee cakes. The barista carefully places all the items in a pastry box and hands it over. You carefully balance your coffee in one hand and the box in the other and head towards JYPE.
You can’t help but be nervous as you walk down the street. You never expected to be an artist manager for any group, let alone for a big group like Stray Kids. What if they don’t like you? What if you’re not good enough? So many “what ifs” circle your mind.
Like the day before, when you reach JYPE you check in at the front desk and are asked to wait a few minutes for someone to come down and escort you. You are not surprised when it is Bang Chan himself who comes to get you.
He, on the other hand, is quite surprised when he sees you. He didn’t expect their new artist manager to be someone so young, or so beautiful. He can’t help the way his eyes flick up and down your body appreciatively before stopping at your face. He’s seen your face before.
His eyes widen ever so slightly when he realizes where he’s seen your face before. He saw you at the cafe a few times. You were the one who was dancing to God's Menu. The one that caught the eye of every single one of his members, especially Han’s. Shit. Is Han gonna freak out?
While awkwardly holding the pastry box in one hand and your coffee in the other you manage to bow and say “Hello. It’s nice to meet you!”
“Hello,” Chan says with a warm smile before holding out his hands, “please allow me.”
Despite your protests that you can manage just fine, he takes the pastry box from you and gestures for you to follow after him. He leads you upstairs silently. Although you just met, the silence feels comfortable, more friendly than awkward.
He stops outside.a practice room. Even through the door, you can hear the rowdiness that awaits in the room. Chan gives you a sheepish smile, “they can be a little crazy, but they mean well. Are you ready?”
You nod your head and he knocks before opening the door and walking in.
Chan left him and the others in their practice room to go get their new manager from the front desk about 10 minutes ago. Since then, his leg has been bouncing up and down while he picks at the cuticles of his fingers.
His anxiety ticks higher and higher the longer he waits. He doesn't like meeting new people and he doesn't particularly understand why they need a new manager. His thoughts are only interrupted when Minho places a hand on his leg - comforting him, reassuring him.
He takes a deep breath when there is a knock on the door. He looks up when it opens. Chan walks in and locks eyes with him before stepping to the side to allow the new manager to come in.
His mouth falls open when he sees that it's you. He’s been thinking of you - pining after you - for weeks and now here you are.
How mysterious of you.
You follow Bang Chan into the room. They all line up before you. You bow politely and introduce yourself, “Hello. My name is Y/N and I look forward to working with you all.”
The boys line up to give their traditional greeting, “Hana, dul, Step Out! Hello, we are Stray Kids!” They all bow in unison before each member steps forward to introduce themselves individually.
“Hi I’m Bang Chan, Chan, or Chris.”
“I’m Lee Know or Minho.”
“Seo Changbin!”
“I’m Hwang Hyunjin.”
When it gets to Han, his brain simply short-circuits. “I- I- I’m…” he stutters. He flushes in embarrassment and his breathing picks up. “I can’t do this,” he mumbles and runs out of the room past you.
Everyone stands still in shock and there is a heavy moment of silence before Minho excuses himself and follows after him. You can’t help but wonder if you said or did something wrong.
Felix is the first to break the silence with his deep voice. “I’m Lee Felix, or Yongbok. That was Han Jisung - he can, uh, get very anxious meeting new people. I'm sure he'll be back in a few.” He smiles at you reassuringly.
Seungmin scoffs lightly. “I guess we're just continuing on then. I’m Kim Seungmin.”
Jeongin introduces himself last, with his signature fox-eyed smile. “Hi Noona! I’m I.N. or Jeongin. I look forward to working with you.”
With introductions complete, Chan holds up the box and says “Y/N was kind enough to bring us some treats from the cafe! Please enjoy them and get to know her a little. I’m going to go check on Minho and Jisung.”
Chan finds both of his missing members in their recording studio where Jisung is crouched in the corner, clearly in distress. He’s grabbing his hair with both fists and his eyes are red-rimmed when he looks up. “Hyungs! What do I do?” he wails. “I’ve made such a fool of myself in front of her. I was just anxious, what if she thinks I hate her?”
Chan crouches down next to him and pats his head. “She doesn’t think that, Sungie. Felix told her you have trouble meeting new people sometimes.”
“Of all people, why did our new manager have to be her?” he moans. “I’ve been thinking of her for weeks! It's so embarrassing” he whines. “She’s literally the girl of my dreams. How can I even face her now?”
Chan shares a knowing look with Minho before standing up and offering a hand to help him up. “Let’s start by going back and saying hi. Everything else can come after.”
After Chan leaves the practice room to find Minho and Jisung, you take a seat with the remaining members. They all thank you for the pastries and help themselves while you sip your coffee.
Just a few minutes later, the door to the practice room opens and Chan, Minho, and Han enter. Han gives you a sheepish, lopsided smile and bows. “Hello, I'm Han Jisung. I- I'm sorry about earlier.” He rubs the back of his neck, “I, uh, got overwhelmed… and embarrassed...” he trails off with an awkward chuckle.
“It's nice to meet you, Han,” you smile at him reassuringly. You definitely understand being overwhelmed and embarrassed. “Would you all like to hear a bit about me?” you ask, looking around at all the others.
They all nod, so you begin with your love of music and how the Kpop scene had caught both your eyes and ears as a teen. Inspired, you made it your dream to come here to Seoul. Although you are a native English speaker, you developed a passion for languages over time. With your main focus on Korean and Japanese, you explain how you originally wanted to be an Interpreter. Hearing this, Felix is excited to talk to another native English speaker and Minho asks to practice his Japanese with you.
Chan asks you how long you’ve been here in Seoul. You say you’ve only been here for a couple months. You graduated from Uni and immediately moved across the world by yourself. You mention how you haven’t really had the time to explore the city, but you frequent the cafe nearby. Several members notice how you smile a bit wistfully as you think about how hard you had to work, and how hard it's been by yourself.
The wistfulness dissipates as you casually mention that you’ve been a Stay since their debut. Describing how you find solace in their music and let it ground through some of the tougher times. You fix your eyes to the ground, not wanting to see their reactions. You can barely believe you have been given this opportunity. While you're excited to work with them, you're immensely embarrassed by how much information you just shared.
You mingle with the members for about half an hour. For their part, the boys are impressed with how hard you've clearly worked to get here. They're all welcoming, and eager to ask you various questions. They all feel an urge to protect you.
While Han doesn't really contribute to the conversation, you often find his eyes on you. You won’t ever have to be alone again, Y/N, he thinks.
The boys, as you refer to them collectively, eventually had to actually start dance practice. Chan kindly welcomed you to stay and watch, so you did. It was simply incredible to witness the passion and dedication of each member up close. You were fascinated by the strength and precision with which they move their bodies.
That night your thoughts are as plagued with Jisung as his are with you. You lay awake staring at the ceiling. Your thoughts drifting to the way you kept finding Han’s soft brown eyes on you throughout your meeting. Even during their dance practice, he had looked at you - you had met his eyes in the mirror several times.
Thinking about his gaze now makes your skin heat. Your eyes flutter shut as you think about how good he looked - how tiny his waist looked as he moved. Your breathing hitches as you think of how his hips turned and rolled with their dance moves. Your body heats further as your thoughts spiral.
You’re feeling desperate. You haven’t been touched in so long - by either your hands or another’s. Fueled by your thoughts of Jisung, you begin thumbing over a nipple while the hand other snakes down your body to slide into your sleep shorts. You can already feel some wetness seeping out.
You slide a finger through your folds to gather your slick before lightly circling your clit. You lightly pinch and roll your nipple - imagining it's Han’s mouth. A soft moan falls from your mouth. Pleasure pools at your center and ripples outward as you rub faster.
Imagining his fingers, you dip your own into your core. First one, then two fingers stroking - sliding in and out. Every so often, you return to your clit. Strumming yourself higher, tension coiling inside you.
Your free hand pinches and pulls at your nipples. Eventually you sink three fingers into yourself, desperately seeking the stretch your pussy aches for. You stroke your fingers faster until you finally find your release, legs tensing as the pleasure coiled inside you unwinds. Your walls clench and pulse around your fingers.
As you come down from your high “Jisung” falls from your lips in a whisper.
Later, you'll feel guilty. He's an idol and you're his manager. And what you just did was inappropriate.
But right now you feel sated for the first time in a long time. You manage to get to the bathroom to clean yourself up before relaxing into the covers. Sleep comes to you quickly now.
You’re on Han’s mind more than ever. Now you’re more than “the girl at the cafe.” He met you and talked to you. You’re intelligent, passionate about music (their music) and oh so fucking beautiful. Since dance practice ended Jisung has been holed up in his room scribbling lyrics nonstop.
He finishes his lyrics in the middle of the night, runs to Chan’s room and bangs open the door. “Channie hyung!” he exclaims. “I wrote a song but I want your help making a beat.” He hands him his scribbled lyrics. “It’s a sexy concept.”
Chan hums and nods while he reads the lyrics. When he finishes he asks “this song is about Y/Nie?”
“Mhm,” he hums affirmatively.
“You’re down bad, Sungie,” Chan teases.
He flushes and groans, flopping onto Chan’s bed. “I know.”
The room falls silent save for Chan’s clicking as he samples different beats for the track. Although he is the one who asked for help, Han has mostly fallen asleep on Chan’s bed when he speaks up.
“You’ll have to be careful, you know? I won’t stop you from pursuing her, but be careful.”
Your first few weeks as a manager for Stray Kids are busy but uneventful. Your day to day activities vary from learning to manage the kids schedules to sitting in on their studio or dance practice sessions.
Everyone, at a minimum, is welcoming and polite to you. Some of the members, like Minho, Seungmin, and Jeongin are more aloof. They greet you, and answer any questions you might have, but don't go out of the way to interact with you.
Chan, Changbin, and Hyunjin are pretty neutral towards you. Friendly but strictly professional. Chan is usually stressed and almost always in leader or producer mode. Changbin is friendly but if he's not in the studio or at dance practice, he's usually in the gym. And Hyunjin gravitates more towards his art or dance than you.
On the other hand Lix and Ji, as you have begun to call Felix and Jisung, warmed up to you immediately. You understand why Stays call them the sunshine twins. Their contagious energy is bright and playful. They are generally found trying to make you laugh or being physically affectionate. They also never hesitated to call you noona, even though you didn't ask them to.
Jisung, especially, seems to find reasons to be around you. One day he brought you a vanilla latte and croissant from the cafe when he went out to get drinks for the rest of 3racha. You were so surprised he knew your favorite order and you flashed him your brightest smile. Since then you often find little treats or drinks at your desk.
Whenever you are in the same room together - and you are often in the same room whether the studio or the practice room - you feel the weight of his gaze. You know it should make you uncomfortable, you're his manager, but you find it does the opposite.
Under his gaze your body heats and desire pools low in your belly. You find yourself thinking of him in inappropriate ways - imagining his fingers sliding over your body instead of his eyes. Imagining the coolness of his rings against your heated flesh. Your mind often gets the better of you and you find yourself subtly squeezing your thighs together in an effort to find release.
You often return home to your apartment with wet panties and a knot in your stomach of pent up sexual frustration. You frequently give in to your fantasies, bringing yourself to climax in the shower, in the bath, in your bed. Imagining that the fingers stroking through your folds, sinking inside your pussy are his instead of yours.
It is much the same for Han.
The time he spends around you in the studio and practice room is agonizing. His eyes are on you constantly - studying your body, your mannerisms, your reactions. He learns early on that you're very expressive. He loves bringing you treats or drinks just to see your smile light up the room. He loves cracking jokes and goofing around with the others just to hear you laugh.
The way you dress drives him crazy - each outfit highlights your body and its curve in the most tantalizing ways. They are always professional, even if they aren’t necessarily demure. On many occasions his thoughts drift away to daydreams of undressing you and worshiping at the temple that is your body. Usually he can control himself, on occasion he has had to excuse himself to the bathroom, hiding the tent that has formed in his pants.
In the bathroom, he pulls up his shirt, holding it between his teeth while he pulls down his pants freeing his leaking cock. He leans against the wall with one hand and spreads his precum around the head of his cock with the thumb of the other. His eyes squeeze shut as he slowly sinks his fist down his shaft.
His breath hisses out around the shirt in his mouth. He strokes slowly once. Twice. Thrice. Biting back his moans he strokes faster and faster until it’s more efficient to fuck into his fist. He whines as his climax hits and he spills over his hand.
Breathing hard, he releases his shirt from his mouth. There is a dark patch where his saliva has soaked into the cloth. As his breath slows, he cleans and tucks himself away. After washing his hands, he saunters back to the studio or practice room, wherever he excused himself from.
One day, you’re in the studio with Chan, Jisung, and Changbin. This wasn’t unusual - 3Racha frequently invited you into their studio to listen to their new tracks ever since your first week when you had helped them fix a track. You reflect on how you had thought you ruined it all.
You were sitting unobtrusively in the corner of their studio listening to them mix a beat. You knew they were talented but their skills still blew you away. However, they had been arguing about a particular section of the track for about 5 minutes before you blurted out a few off-hand suggestions.
You slapped your hand over your mouth in disbelief and they all turned to you in shock. Chan’s brow furrows and your heart sinks. There's a long moment of silence, broken when you say, “I'm sorry, that was out of line,” your voice wavering.
Certain that you’ve ruined everything, tears form in the corners of your eyes. You’re not sure what you’re going to do but you need to get out of here. You stand, gathering your laptop, and beeline it for the door. Your hand is on the door handle when Chan finally speaks up. “Where are you going? Aren't you going to help us?”
Your thoughts are disrupted by Chan and Changbin standing up announcing they needed a break and were heading to the gym. That leaves you with Jisung. Alone. You miss the pointed look Chan gives Jisung as they head out the door.
The door clicks shut behind Chan and Changbin leaving behind resounding silence. Jisung takes a deep inhale of your heady jasmine scent, which has slowly filled the small studio. With a soft but determined voice he speaks up.
“Manager Y/N ssi, there’s a song I wanted to share with you. Will you listen?”
Intrigued, you nod and a few clicks later the sensual tones of Wow start playing.
You’re drawn in first by the electro bass tone. You can feel it resonating with your body, in your body. You close your eyes to really focus on the music. You’re so engrossed in the song, you don’t even notice that Jisung has leaned over close to you until his breath fans against your ear.
He whispers. “I bet you’re wondering who the song is about, noona - I can call you noona, right?”
His breath tickles against your ear and you can't help the shiver that crawls down your spine, nor the goosebumps that spread over your skin. You can already feel your skin begin to flush just in response to his proximity. You discreetly press your thighs together as you feel a pulse of desire. You clear your throat but your voice betrays you and you can only nod.
“I wrote this for you, Noona. This is the way you make me feel - from the very first time I saw you to even now” His voice is soft and husky. His hand comes up to cup your chin, the cold metal of his rings a stark contrast to your flushed face. “You're so beautiful,” he croons. Still gripping your chin, he turns your head to face him. His half-lidded eyes meet yours, his pupils are blown wide with desire.
You gasp and close your own eyes as the pulse of desire grows to a steady thrum. Stifling a moan you press your thighs together again. His full lips curve into a smirk as he slides his other hand between your lush thighs. He squeezes a thigh gently before slowly sliding his hand higher.
Your breath hitches and you can feel the arousal beginning to leak from you. He stops when his fingertips are just a hair's breadth from your black lacy panties.
“Do you want this, noona? Do you want me? You can say no at any time.” His voice is lower. Desperate.
“Please, Jisung,” you moan. “I want you. I want this.” And you do. Your panties have grown damp, and your clit already throbs with need. You shift your legs open to give him better access. “Please touch me.”
The words barely pass your lips before his lips are crashing down on them. His lips are soft and he kisses you with a fervent passion. He gently licks at your lower lip, asking for entrance. You hum in approval and part your lips. His tongue presses into your mouth and dances together with yours - licking, caressing, tasting.
As he deepens the kiss, you bring your hands to the back of his neck, drawing him closer. At the same time, Han finally brushes his fingers over your panties and you whimper at the contact.
“Fuck noona, you're so wet,” he groans. “Your panties are soaked. All this for me?” he asks breathlessly. Pushing your panties to the side he swipes a finger through your folds gathering your wetness.
You gasp as he makes contact with your clit and rubs gentle circles. “Yes, Ji!” you moan. “All for you.”
His lips return to yours as he eases a finger into you. You moan at the intrusion. It's been so long since you had anything but your own fingers inside of you. He slowly pumps it in and out, stroking your walls until he feels you slick up more.
He pulls his lips away from yours. “Do you think you can take another?”
You pant and roll your hips against his hand in response.
He presses a second finger into you and you throw your head back. As he works his fingers in and out he spreads them apart, slowly scissoring you open. You moan wantonly, your pussy absolutely dripping.
He increases the speed of his fingers and your pleasure climbs higher and higher. He presses soft kisses down your neck, careful not to leave a mark.
“Ji- Ji-” you pant, barely able to form a coherent thought, let alone a sentence.
Your walls are fluttering and gripping his fingers. “Your cunt is sucking my fingers back in,” he mumbles in awe, more to himself than you.
He crooks his fingers seeking that spongy spot deep inside you. When he finds it, he presses into it with each stroke of his fingers until you’re quivering in the chair. “I can feel how close you are. Will you cum for me, noona?” he asks as he presses his thumb to your clit.
It's the last bit of stimulation you need to tip over the precipice. Your legs lock and quiver as your back arches and you fall apart with a cry. Your pussy pulses and gushes around his fingers as he continues thrusting his fingers at a languid pace, helping you through your high.
Han has always thought you were gorgeous. But looking at your face while you're at the height of your pleasure? He doesn't think you've ever been more beautiful. The image of your flushed face with eyes squeezed shut and mouth slack will be seared into his brain for eternity.
His cock is hard as steel and leaking copious amounts of precum into his boxer briefs. It's truly a wonder he hasn't cum in his pants already.
As your orgasm fades, he finally withdraws his fingers from your pussy. He sucks them into his mouth. His eyes flutter shut and he makes the sweetest moan. Your essence tastes exquisite - sweet but with a perfect amount of tang. One day, if you let him, he'll drink it straight from the source. He is certain he could spend forever between your thighs, but right now he needs to be inside of you.
You watch as Jisung withdraws from you. Your slick clings to him and forms a thin strand between his fingers. You watch as he brings his fingers to his mouth and cleans them with his tongue. His eyes flutter shut and he moans. Your empty cunt clenches around nothing when he moans. It is possibly the single hottest thing you’ve witnessed a partner do.
You drop your eyes to where his cock is straining against his pants. You reach out a hand to cup him and he hisses. Heat radiates through his clothing. Emboldened by his reaction you squeeze gently. He whimpers. You can feel how he throbs with each passing heartbeat.
You undo the button of his jeans and tug the fly open before sliding your hand inside. He's rock hard and leaking. You slide your thumb over his slit, gathering and spreading his copious amount of precum around. Wrapping your fingers around his cock you jerk him a few times, twisting your wrist as you pass over his leaking tip.
He practically growls - grasping your wrist and removing your hand before picking you up. He moves over to the studio’s couch and lays you down gently before climbing on top of you.
He wastes no time undressing you. He connects his lips to yours in a passionate kiss while his hands slide your skirt and panties down your legs. Breaking the kiss briefly, he pulls them free from your feet and lets them fall unceremoniously to the floor.
His lips reconnect to yours while his fingers begin unbuttoning your blouse, pushing it open. Pulling back, he drinks in the sight of your black lace bra and moans appreciatively. He hooks a finger into the front and tugs it down until your breasts spill free.
He attaches his lips to one of your breasts and begins suckling at it, laving the nipple with his tongue until it stiffens into a tight peak. Satisfied, he switches to the other. He catches the nipple with his teeth - biting and tugging. All the while, he pinches and rolls your other nipple between his thumb and forefinger, tugging here and there.
You gasp at the searing bolt of pleasure it sends straight to your pussy. Your neglected clit throbs and your rock your hips seeking friction.
“So responsive, noona,” Ji breathes out. “I bet I could make you cum just like this.”
You whine and shift your hips more.
Compared to you, Jisung is wearing far too much clothing. With fumbling hands you pull his shirt over his head and it joins your clothes on the floor. His body is soft but toned. You run your fingers appreciatively down the planes of his abdomen. You can feel the muscles tense underneath your touch.
You push his pants down his thighs and he finishes shucking them off. When he returns to his kneeling position between your thighs, you look up at him through your lashes. He looks gorgeous - godly even. His golden skin glistens with a thin sheen of sweat. His cock stands proud against his abdomen - long with just enough girth. The tip is red and leaking.
You lick your lips, “Ji-, I need to feel you. I need to feel you inside of me,” you practically beg.
You eagerly watch as he grips the base of his cock, but instead of lining it up with your entrance, he slaps it against your bundle of nerves. You gasp in surprise and then moan as he ruts his hips forward into yours. He slides himself through your slick folds once, twice, thrice. His head catches on your clit each time and you whine, clenching uselessly around empty air.
“Please, Jisung!” you beg, canting your hips up to meet his.
He takes mercy on you and himself and lines himself up. He sheathes himself inside you, all the way to the hilt. The tip of his cock kisses your cervix and you both moan.
“Shit, noona, you feel so fucking good,” he mumbles. “So tight and wet.”
You slide your arms around his neck and pull him closer as he starts to slowly rock in and out of you. You pull him in for a messy kiss before trailing open-mouthed kisses down his neck. As much as you wish to lick and suck, you refrain - taking care not leave any marks.
He pulls back from you slightly in order to take a nipple into his mouth again. You arch your back and roll your hips to meet his. His thrusts are strong and steady and you moan every time he bottoms out. “Ji- fuck- ao good- nnngh.”
He releases your nipple from his mouth and extends his arms to full length. You slide your hands down around his biceps and grip tightly as you feel your orgasm building. You tilt your head up to look at him - even in your hazy, lust-filled state you can’t help but acknowledge his good looks. The way his hair sticks to the sweat at his temples. The way his mouth pops open as you clench down around him.
“I’m close, Jisung!” you pant.
Propping himself with just one arm, Jisung snakes a hand between your bodies to find your clit. His fingers only circle the bundle nerves twice before you’re falling over the edge.
Your mouth falls open in a silent scream and your back arches. Jisung tries to keep fucking your through your high, but your walls clamp down like a vice and his hips stutter.
“Shit, Noona, you’re too tight,” he gasps. “I’m gonna cum, can I cum inside? Please, please, please,” be begs.
You have enough wherewithal left to nod and that’s all it takes. He buries himself deep inside and you feel his cock pulse and twitch, filling you with his cum.
He more or less collapses on top of you, and you giggle and say, “wow, was it that good, Sungie?”
He nods and lays his head on your chest. You wrap your arms around him and hold him close.
You stay like that for a few minutes before he pulls out and stands up. “Let’s find you something to clean up with,” he says as he looks around the room. “There should be some takeout napkins around here somewhere…”
You sit up and watch him move around the room. You admire his naked form as he didn’t bother putting on his clothes first. Eventually he exclaims “Aha!” and triumphantly holds up a handful of napkins. You giggle again and he flashes you a lopsided grin.
You and Jisung clean yourselves up and get dressed before you excuse yourself to the bathroom. In the bathroom you do your business and clean yourself up a little more. As you’re washing your hands, your study reflection in the mirror.
Your face is flushed, and you can’t stop smiling. You can’t believe you just did that! You had sex! With Han Jisung! One of your idols! You’re not really sure what it means for your future, so all you can do is splash some cold water on your face and the back of your neck and try not to think about it too much.
You return to the studio and sit next to Jisung who smiles at you kindly and asks, “did you want to listen to the song again?”
You nod and you get about halfway through the song before Chan and Changbin return.
They look at you and Jisung sitting next to each other and say, “man you really went at it. It reeks of sex in here!”
You face flames red and you look mortified, but before you can even begin to panic or apologize Chan says, “Don’t worry about a thing, Y/N. We encouraged Sungie to make a move, and this doesn’t have to change a thing. You let us worry about the company.”
A/N: This is the first fic I've done based on a request. I hope you like it @kayleefriedchicken, I'm sorry it took so long. I'm really not a fast writer by any means. Also, I don't have a tag list yet, but if you find you've been liking what I've been writing, I would be happy to start one up. Love you all, my dear readers.
Summary: when you're at an after party and Chan doesn't show you enough attention you start acting up. OR wherein you learn actions have consequences Chan fuck the brattiness out of you
WC: ~1.95k
Content Warnings: 18+ MDNI. Established relationship, Dom/sub dynamics, degradation, spanking, spreader bar, name calling (Babygirl, princess, slut, sweet girl , pretty girl, baby, daddy), unprotected piv sex (please practice safe sex irl), hair pulling, overstimulation, squirting, aftercare (let me know if I missed any, please and thank you)
A/N: this just kinda popped into my head last night and I really needed to get it out there. Kinda sorta proofed but not really.
You're at an awards show party with Chan and the rest of Stray Kids. You've been there for a couple of hours now and you're growing bored. You're all dolled up but Chan has been too busy mingling to pay you much attention.
In your boredom you decide to flirt with some of the other male idols. Surely that will catch his attention. Although you've been nothing but appropriate, you're pushing the boundaries. When you catch him watching you with his jaw clenched, you smirk. You meet his eyes and see the dark warning flashing in them before turning away.
You're standing talking to Hongjoong, your hand resting on his arm when Chan comes striding over. He greets Hongjoong with a nod before excusing the both of you. He drags you by your arm to the side of the event hall with a grip just shy of bruising.
"Chan! I wasn't done talking to Hongjoong!" you turn to face him and try to pull your arm free. A muscle ticks in his jaw and instead of letting go, he tugs you closer causing you to stumble over your tall heels.
He hisses into your ear, "I think you've done plenty of talking for the night. Don't think I don't know what you you've been doing. I'll deal with you when you get home. You have 10 minutes before we leave."
A frisson of equal parts fear and anticipation surges through you. When he releases you and strides off, most likely to bid goodbye to the other members, you release a breath you hadn't realized you were holding. Just what you gotten yourself into.
The car ride home was silent but you could feel the simmering energy crackling between the two of you. When you get back to your shared apartment, he ushers you in. When the door closes, he cages you against, hands on either side of your head, and kisses you deeply until you moan.
When he withdraws, he fixes you with a stare. "I think I need to remind you who you belong to, babygirl. 5 minutes. I want you naked and on the bed on all fours." He swats your ass as you scurry off.
You're undressed and in position within the first minute, but he makes you wait. You can't help the wetness that's already gathering between your thighs in anticipation.
After 5 minutes are up, you hear him enter the room. The bed dips down behind you and he sets something down. You feel the familiar sensation of a leather cuff being wrapped around first one ankle and then the other. He slides a few fingers under the cuffs to check the tightness. Satisfied you won't lose circulation, he clicks open the spreader bar and you gasp.
This is something you've only talked about, and not actually tried yet. The bar has wrist cuffs too, and he draws your wrists between your legs and attaches first one wrist then the other. Without your hands, you're forced to rest on your chest and shoulders. It's not exactly comfortable on your neck, so he props you up on a couple of pillows, then steps back.
"Princess, you look so pretty all trussed up for me."
You runs a hand over your perfectly presented ass and your shiver. "You were flirting with all those other guys, with Joongie, but they don't get to see you like this, do they, slut?"
When you don't answer, he lands two harsh smacks in quick successions, first one cheek then the other.
"No, they don't," you bite out.
Another smack, "no what?"
"No, daddy!" you squeal.
He caresses your flesh with his palm, lovingly. Reverently. "That's right. I think 15 more ought to remind you who you belong to. Count!"
He brings his hand down and you bite out "one!"
He strikes again in the other cheek. "Two!"
He alternates sides, sometimes hitting the top of your ass, or the bottom where it meets your flesh. By 10, you're sobbing and your make up is ruined with tear streaks. "Please! I'm sorry, daddy!"
"Oh, you will be," he growls.
By the time you reach 14, your ass is a beautiful red and warm to the touch but your cunt is absolutely dripping. He soothes your skin with his palms and you moan.
"One more, babygirl," he says. Your thighs quiver with anticipation. You steel yourself for the strike, but this time he slaps your pussy, finger tips just grazing your clit. You jerk in shock and scream "Fifteen!"
He runs a few fingers through your folds and moans. "Fuck, princess, you're absolutely soaked. Did you enjoy that?"
You shake your head vehemently, and he chuckles. "Your head says no, but your body says yes."
"Who does this pussy belong to?" he asks as he sinks two fingers into your wet heat. Your mouth falls open and you let out a filthy moan.
"You, daddy! My pussy is yours. Please fill your pussy," you beg.
He withdraws his fingers and you hear the clink of his belt unbuckling. He quickly sheds his clothing and your feel the bed dip behind you again as he lines himself up.
His hands grip your hips so tightly you're sure to bruise. You both let out a hiss as he pushes inside you, taking his sweer time entering you. You're soaking wet, but he knows he's big. You moan when he is fully seated. His girth stretches you deliciously while the tip of his cock presses against your cervix.
"You take me so well, baby girl," he says as he draws his hips back. Your walls grip his length, trying to suck him back in.
He draws back until just the tip is inside, before slamming back into you. He repeats these motions again and again, slowly increasing the pace until he he's pounding into you.
You cry out and he says, "Is this it? Is this what you wanted baby girl? You wanted me to remind you who this cunt belongs to?"
"Y-y-ye-yes!" you wail.
"I'm going to make sure this pussy is molded to my cock, pretty girl."
His words make you clench around his cock. "I want to cum... I need to cum," you beg, pulling against your bonds.
"You'd better hold it until I say, baby girl," he says slowing his thrusts. "If you cum without permission, you'll be cumming until you beg me to stop."
You want to be good for him, for your daddy. You're trying your hardest to hold on but his fat cock is hitting your gummy spot just right with each thrust.
"I can't! Please, daddy!" You beg. "Please can I- fuuuuuuck!" You scream.
Before he can grant you permission, he delivers a particularly sharp thrust that has you falling apart on his cock.
"Oh babygirl... you were so close. But you still came without permission."
He continues driving into you as your walls flutter and pulse around him. The sensitivity from your first orgasm has you quickly climbing to a second peak.
You mind goes hazy with pleasure. Each snap of his hips punches a moan from your lips which are parted and drooling. It isn't long before you fall apart a second time.
He stops thrusting, and places a hand on the base of your skull gathering a handful of your hair. Taking care not to pull your roots too much, he hauls you up against him.
Your eyes are closed and you're panting. Your walls still quivering around his cock with aftershocks.
"Color, babygirl?"
"Green," you moan breathlessly.
That's all he needs to hear before he begins thrusting into you from below. With the change in angle he's hitting a new spot inside you.
He threads his other hand in front of you and gently presses against your lower belly. He groans at the feeling of his cock pressing against his hand each time he bottoms out. The added pressure makes you feel so full. You're hurtling towards your third orgasm.
He can feel how your cunt is tightening, bearing down around him. He slides his hand down and circles your clit.
"Cum for me baby. Cum on my cock again!"
You jerk at the contact and scream as your vision whites out and your hearing fades. You cum around him again, squirting and flooding the sheets below you.
You're shattered. Your soul scattered. You don't think you've ever cum so hard in your life.
When you come back to your senses, you're lying on your back. Your wrists and ankles are unbound and Chan is kneeling between your thighs, rubbing soothing circles into your skin.
When he sees you coming back to earth, he wraps your legs around your waist and presses a thumb to your clit. You hiss at the overstimulation, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes.
He pauses and looks at your with his brow furrowed in concen.
"Color?"
You're so tired and truthfully you don't know how much more you can take. You take a deep breath and whisper, "yellow, daddy."
"Okay princess. You've been so good. Do you think you can give me one more? Daddy wants to cum with you."
You let your gaze roam over him. You know that if you say no, he'll stop immediately. But you look at his cock which is red and angry, covered in your cream and twitching with need. He's so good to you. You want, no, you need him to cum with you.
"Please fill me with your cum, daddy."
"My sweet girl," he moans as he sheathes himself inside your core once more. He closes his eyes and tips his head back. "Shit, you feel so good princess."
His thrusts are slow, almost gentle. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer. He begins rambling as his thrusts grow erratic.
"You took your punishment so well. Fuck. My perfect girl. You're made for me."
You moan and clench around him at his praise causing him to groan in response. "I love you, babygirl. I'm going to fill you up!"
He thrusts two more times before he stills deep inside you. You feel his hot cum painting your walls and the feeling triggers your own release. You cum around him a final time with a wail, "I love you too, daddy!"
You cling to him as your contracting walls milk his cock. When your orgasm fades, you all but slump to the mattress, exhausted.
Chan extracts himself from your limbs and pulls out. He walks to the bathroom and you hear the sounds of water beginning to fill the tub. He returns with a glass of water and a warm, wet washcloth.
He helps you drink the glass of water and then begins cleaning you up, taking care with your sensitive, swollen folds.
You're mostly asleep by the time he finishes and picks you up bridal style. He carries you to the bathroom. With your eyes still closed you murmur, "I'm sorry for being a brat, daddy."
He kisses your head whispers "I love it when you're a brat."
He places you on the toilet so you can pee and then settles you into the bathtub. He changes the sheets while you relax before sliding into the tub behind you.
He holds you and whispers sweet nothings in your ear. And when you fall asleep, he dries you off, dresses you in one of his t shirts and tucks you into bed.
He kisses your forehead and whispers how much he loves you. He loves when you're a brat. And he loves when he gets to fuck it out of you.
Summary: when you're at an after party and Chan doesn't show you enough attention you start acting up. OR wherein you learn actions have consequences Chan fuck the brattiness out of you
WC: ~1.95k
Content Warnings: 18+ MDNI. Established relationship, Dom/sub dynamics, degradation, spanking, spreader bar, name calling (Babygirl, princess, slut, sweet girl , pretty girl, baby, daddy), unprotected piv sex (please practice safe sex irl), hair pulling, overstimulation, squirting, aftercare (let me know if I missed any, please and thank you)
A/N: this just kinda popped into my head last night and I really needed to get it out there. Kinda sorta proofed but not really.
You're at an awards show party with Chan and the rest of Stray Kids. You've been there for a couple of hours now and you're growing bored. You're all dolled up but Chan has been too busy mingling to pay you much attention.
In your boredom you decide to flirt with some of the other male idols. Surely that will catch his attention. Although you've been nothing but appropriate, you're pushing the boundaries. When you catch him watching you with his jaw clenched, you smirk. You meet his eyes and see the dark warning flashing in them before turning away.
You're standing talking to Hongjoong, your hand resting on his arm when Chan comes striding over. He greets Hongjoong with a nod before excusing the both of you. He drags you by your arm to the side of the event hall with a grip just shy of bruising.
"Chan! I wasn't done talking to Hongjoong!" you turn to face him and try to pull your arm free. A muscle ticks in his jaw and instead of letting go, he tugs you closer causing you to stumble over your tall heels.
He hisses into your ear, "I think you've done plenty of talking for the night. Don't think I don't know what you you've been doing. I'll deal with you when you get home. You have 10 minutes before we leave."
A frisson of equal parts fear and anticipation surges through you. When he releases you and strides off, most likely to bid goodbye to the other members, you release a breath you hadn't realized you were holding. Just what you gotten yourself into.
The car ride home was silent but you could feel the simmering energy crackling between the two of you. When you get back to your shared apartment, he ushers you in. When the door closes, he cages you against, hands on either side of your head, and kisses you deeply until you moan.
When he withdraws, he fixes you with a stare. "I think I need to remind you who you belong to, babygirl. 5 minutes. I want you naked and on the bed on all fours." He swats your ass as you scurry off.
You're undressed and in position within the first minute, but he makes you wait. You can't help the wetness that's already gathering between your thighs in anticipation.
After 5 minutes are up, you hear him enter the room. The bed dips down behind you and he sets something down. You feel the familiar sensation of a leather cuff being wrapped around first one ankle and then the other. He slides a few fingers under the cuffs to check the tightness. Satisfied you won't lose circulation, he clicks open the spreader bar and you gasp.
This is something you've only talked about, and not actually tried yet. The bar has wrist cuffs too, and he draws your wrists between your legs and attaches first one wrist then the other. Without your hands, you're forced to rest on your chest and shoulders. It's not exactly comfortable on your neck, so he props you up on a couple of pillows, then steps back.
"Princess, you look so pretty all trussed up for me."
You runs a hand over your perfectly presented ass and your shiver. "You were flirting with all those other guys, with Joongie, but they don't get to see you like this, do they, slut?"
When you don't answer, he lands two harsh smacks in quick successions, first one cheek then the other.
"No, they don't," you bite out.
Another smack, "no what?"
"No, daddy!" you squeal.
He caresses your flesh with his palm, lovingly. Reverently. "That's right. I think 15 more ought to remind you who you belong to. Count!"
He brings his hand down and you bite out "one!"
He strikes again in the other cheek. "Two!"
He alternates sides, sometimes hitting the top of your ass, or the bottom where it meets your flesh. By 10, you're sobbing and your make up is ruined with tear streaks. "Please! I'm sorry, daddy!"
"Oh, you will be," he growls.
By the time you reach 14, your ass is a beautiful red and warm to the touch but your cunt is absolutely dripping. He soothes your skin with his palms and you moan.
"One more, babygirl," he says. Your thighs quiver with anticipation. You steel yourself for the strike, but this time he slaps your pussy, finger tips just grazing your clit. You jerk in shock and scream "Fifteen!"
He runs a few fingers through your folds and moans. "Fuck, princess, you're absolutely soaked. Did you enjoy that?"
You shake your head vehemently, and he chuckles. "Your head says no, but your body says yes."
"Who does this pussy belong to?" he asks as he sinks two fingers into your wet heat. Your mouth falls open and you let out a filthy moan.
"You, daddy! My pussy is yours. Please fill your pussy," you beg.
He withdraws his fingers and you hear the clink of his belt unbuckling. He quickly sheds his clothing and your feel the bed dip behind you again as he lines himself up.
His hands grip your hips so tightly you're sure to bruise. You both let out a hiss as he pushes inside you, taking his sweer time entering you. You're soaking wet, but he knows he's big. You moan when he is fully seated. His girth stretches you deliciously while the tip of his cock presses against your cervix.
"You take me so well, baby girl," he says as he draws his hips back. Your walls grip his length, trying to suck him back in.
He draws back until just the tip is inside, before slamming back into you. He repeats these motions again and again, slowly increasing the pace until he he's pounding into you.
You cry out and he says, "Is this it? Is this what you wanted baby girl? You wanted me to remind you who this cunt belongs to?"
"Y-y-ye-yes!" you wail.
"I'm going to make sure this pussy is molded to my cock, pretty girl."
His words make you clench around his cock. "I want to cum... I need to cum," you beg, pulling against your bonds.
"You'd better hold it until I say, baby girl," he says slowing his thrusts. "If you cum without permission, you'll be cumming until you beg me to stop."
You want to be good for him, for your daddy. You're trying your hardest to hold on but his fat cock is hitting your gummy spot just right with each thrust.
"I can't! Please, daddy!" You beg. "Please can I- fuuuuuuck!" You scream.
Before he can grant you permission, he delivers a particularly sharp thrust that has you falling apart on his cock.
"Oh babygirl... you were so close. But you still came without permission."
He continues driving into you as your walls flutter and pulse around him. The sensitivity from your first orgasm has you quickly climbing to a second peak.
You mind goes hazy with pleasure. Each snap of his hips punches a moan from your lips which are parted and drooling. It isn't long before you fall apart a second time.
He stops thrusting, and places a hand on the base of your skull gathering a handful of your hair. Taking care not to pull your roots too much, he hauls you up against him.
Your eyes are closed and you're panting. Your walls still quivering around his cock with aftershocks.
"Color, babygirl?"
"Green," you moan breathlessly.
That's all he needs to hear before he begins thrusting into you from below. With the change in angle he's hitting a new spot inside you.
He threads his other hand in front of you and gently presses against your lower belly. He groans at the feeling of his cock pressing against his hand each time he bottoms out. The added pressure makes you feel so full. You're hurtling towards your third orgasm.
He can feel how your cunt is tightening, bearing down around him. He slides his hand down and circles your clit.
"Cum for me baby. Cum on my cock again!"
You jerk at the contact and scream as your vision whites out and your hearing fades. You cum around him again, squirting and flooding the sheets below you.
You're shattered. Your soul scattered. You don't think you've ever cum so hard in your life.
When you come back to your senses, you're lying on your back. Your wrists and ankles are unbound and Chan is kneeling between your thighs, rubbing soothing circles into your skin.
When he sees you coming back to earth, he wraps your legs around your waist and presses a thumb to your clit. You hiss at the overstimulation, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes.
He pauses and looks at your with his brow furrowed in concen.
"Color?"
You're so tired and truthfully you don't know how much more you can take. You take a deep breath and whisper, "yellow, daddy."
"Okay princess. You've been so good. Do you think you can give me one more? Daddy wants to cum with you."
You let your gaze roam over him. You know that if you say no, he'll stop immediately. But you look at his cock which is red and angry, covered in your cream and twitching with need. He's so good to you. You want, no, you need him to cum with you.
"Please fill me with your cum, daddy."
"My sweet girl," he moans as he sheathes himself inside your core once more. He closes his eyes and tips his head back. "Shit, you feel so good princess."
His thrusts are slow, almost gentle. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer. He begins rambling as his thrusts grow erratic.
"You took your punishment so well. Fuck. My perfect girl. You're made for me."
You moan and clench around him at his praise causing him to groan in response. "I love you, babygirl. I'm going to fill you up!"
He thrusts two more times before he stills deep inside you. You feel his hot cum painting your walls and the feeling triggers your own release. You cum around him a final time with a wail, "I love you too, daddy!"
You cling to him as your contracting walls milk his cock. When your orgasm fades, you all but slump to the mattress, exhausted.
Chan extracts himself from your limbs and pulls out. He walks to the bathroom and you hear the sounds of water beginning to fill the tub. He returns with a glass of water and a warm, wet washcloth.
He helps you drink the glass of water and then begins cleaning you up, taking care with your sensitive, swollen folds.
You're mostly asleep by the time he finishes and picks you up bridal style. He carries you to the bathroom. With your eyes still closed you murmur, "I'm sorry for being a brat, daddy."
He kisses your head whispers "I love it when you're a brat."
He places you on the toilet so you can pee and then settles you into the bathtub. He changes the sheets while you relax before sliding into the tub behind you.
He holds you and whispers sweet nothings in your ear. And when you fall asleep, he dries you off, dresses you in one of his t shirts and tucks you into bed.
He kisses your forehead and whispers how much he loves you. He loves when you're a brat. And he loves when he gets to fuck it out of you.
Summary: When an outing with friends becomes a private show.
WC: 2.25k
Content Warning: daddy kink, pain kink (if you squint), unprotected piv, vaginal fingering, fingers in mouth, choking, pet names, semi-public sex, alcohol consumption. That might be all, please let me know if I missed anything.
You yawn and simultaneously stretch out your arms above your head and your legs beneath your desk. Your shoulder joints creak, your ankles crack, and you sigh - working a desk job really wears on your body. Straightening up your posture, you glance toward the clock above your desk which reads 16:30. Just half an hour more, you think. You can do that.
You get back to work sending out your last minute emails before the weekend and organizing your task list for Monday. You’re just finishing up when the clock hits 17:00. You smile and rush to pack your bag with your laptop and planner before making your way out of the building.
It's Friday, which in of itself is cause for celebration. But it’s not just any Friday for you. Your boyfriend is back in town and due to the nature of his job, it’s been a couple months since you’ve seen each other. The two of you have plans to go out tonight with his friends and some of their girlfriends. You pop in your earbuds, start your favorite Stray Kids playlist and begin the 20 minute walk to the apartment.
You key yourself into the apartment and find that it is still dark and empty. You deflate just a little, you had been hoping he'd be home already.
You place your keys in the bowl by the door, set your bag down, and take your shoes off before padding to the bedroom. You take your hair down from its twist and strip off your clothes, throwing them towards the hamper.
Walking into the adjoined bathroom, you turn on the shower and step in. The cascading warm water feels heavenly after a long day of work.
After relaxing for a few minutes, you get to work cleaning your whole body and shaving your legs and pussy bare. By the time you're done, the bathroom is steamed up and you're feeling pristine.
You towel off before moisturizing and applying your favorite musk perfume to your pulse points. You've already selected your outfit for the night. A black lace bra and matching thong. A black pleated miniskirt paired with a black crop top and one of your boyfriend's flannels over top.
You're just putting the finishing touches on your outfit with some silver chains and matching silver jewelry when you hear the door open and a familiar voice call out “Y/N! Baby, I'm home!”
You rush to the door and see your boyfriend in all his glory - blue jeans slung low on his hips, a plain white tee tight, and a black leather jacket. His arms are spread wide for a hug, and in one hand is a big bouquet of your favorite flowers.
“Channie!” you squeal, launching yourself into his arms, which promptly wrap tight around you.
“Hi, babygirl,” he chuckles, rocking you side to side. “Did you miss me?”
You nod and say “yes,” but it comes out muffled from where your face is smushed into his chest.
He laughs and squeezes you tighter. You stand there embracing each other for a while longer. You take a deep inhale of his cologne. A few tears prick at the corners of your eyes. You missed him so much and you feel a weight being taken off your shoulders simply with his return.
When you finally pull away, your cheeks are a little damp. You wipe your face with the sleeves of the flannel before taking the bouquet that he's still holding. “These are absolutely gorgeous, Channie. Let me put these in some water and we can head out to meet the others.”
You move into the kitchen and reach up into the cupboard to fetch a vase. As you reach up, your skirt rises with you, flashing your boyfriend with the swell of your ass.
“Is that what you're wearing?” he asks. “It's awfully short.”
You laugh with a smirk. “I know.”
You and Chan meet the other members at one of their favorite barbecue restaurants. It's less known and a little out of the way, but has great food and offers a little more privacy from the prying eyes of the public. Chan and the others became friends with the owners a little after their debut and have been frequenting the joint ever since.
Minho, Hyunjin, Jisung, and Jeongin are currently single and have come alone. You smile as you see the other three, Changbin, Felix, and Seungmin have brought their girlfriends as well.
As loud as Changbin can be, his girlfriend is quiet. But she's kind and funny and you became friends with her quickly. Felix’s girlfriend is every bit as sweet as he is, it's impossible not to like her. And Seungmin’s girl, well, she's wicked smart and just as wickedly sassy. It's easy to see that they belong together.
Everyone greets you with a hug before heading inside. You all find seats around several grills and order several kinds of meat (bulgogi, galbi, samgyeopsal, etc). As the meat is being grilled and passed around, a few rounds of soju, maekju, and somaek also get passed around the tables.
Everyone is eating and drinking well and having a good time. You feel your body begin to flush from the alcohol coursing through your veins. You turn and press a kiss to Chan's bicep before leaning against him. He smiles down at you and places a hand on your thigh.
His hand is big and veiny, and radiates a warmth that seems to travel straight to your cunt. You fidget in your seat and squeeze your thighs together. This only encourages him to slowly slide his hand higher. You grow wetter by the second, flushing from arousal as much as the alcohol.
By the time his hand reaches the apex of your thighs, your panties are soaked. He extends his pinky, flexing it to brush your clit. You jolt a little at the bolt of pleasure that zings through you. Several heads turn to you and you blush. You wave them off, saying you just had a hiccup.
Chan continues slowly rubbing your clit, bringing you higher and higher until you grab his wrist to stop him - you don’t want to cum here, in front of all of your friends. He stops, but his jaw clenches. He leans down to whisper in your ear.
“Baby girl, go to the bathroom and take off those ruined panties. Bring them back to me.” It’s not a request, but rather a command. He straightens back up and inconspicuously removes his hand from your thigh. At the same time, Seungmin’s girl suggests you all go to a noraebang and a chorus of raucous agreement erupts from around the table.
While Chan goes to the front counter to pay, you excuse yourself to the bathroom. You do your business before washing your hands and inspecting your reflection in the mirror. Your cheeks are flushed and rosy. You splash some cold water on your face and take a few deep breaths to steady yourself before quickly taking off your thong and balling it up in your hand.
When you exit the bathroom, everyone else has gathered outside the building. You walk up to Chan and thread your arm through his. With one hand you point down the street and declare, “to the noraebang!” With the other hand you discretely press your panties into his waiting palm. He smirks and pockets them.
“Good girl.”
It only takes your group a few minutes of walking to arrive at the noraebang. You all pay in advance for 3 hours. It’s been a long while since you were all together, and you all want to capitalize on this get together.
You don’t think your voice is anything special, but Channie and the other members have never given you a reason to be self-conscious. So, you and the other girls sing your hearts out. The guys mostly watch, but participate in a few songs, even performing one or two Stray Kids songs.
As the night grows late, the others begin to tire and slowly leave. The other couples depart first to spend some time together. A little while later Hyunjin and Jeongin depart. Around midnight, Minho and Jisung also bid you and Chan goodnight.
When it’s just the two of you left, Chan pats his lap and you climb on top, straddling him. He puts a hand behind your head and pulls you in for a kiss. It starts off sweet, chaste even, but quickly devolves into something more.
The tip of his tongue flicks at your lower lip seeking entrance. You comply and part your lips. He plunges his tongue into your mouth - licking, caressing. You move your own tongue in tandem with his, dancing, fighting for dominance. The kiss becomes sloppy, filled with passion.
You moan and grind your hips down onto his growing erection, the denim brushing against your clit just right. You increase the speed of your hips, your pleasure climbing. Before you can cum, Chan stops your hips with his hands.
You whine.
In a low voice he commands you, “stand up and turn around, babygirl.”
You hesitate for just a moment and his grip tightens in warning. When you stand and turn around, he bends you over.
“Such a naughty girl,” he says, smoothing a hand over the flesh now bared to him. You shiver and goosebumps form along your skin.
“Wearing such a short skirt in public. I bet you just wanted to tease me, didn't you?”
You don't answer, and he lands harsh slaps on first your right and then left ass cheek, in quick succession.
You cry out, in surprise more than pain, “yes!”
He lands another slap, “yes, what?!”
“Yes, daddy! I wanted to tease you,” you whimper. “I missed you.”
He pulls you back to sit on his lap. He hooks the back of your knees around his thighs and spreads his legs wide. Now you're spread wide too. You can feel his hard-on beneath you.
He slips his left hand down to cup your bare pussy.
“You're soaking, babygirl. Dripping all over my fingers.” He withdraws his hand before bringing it down on your cunt with a loud, wet smack. Your hips jump and you gasp at the sharp sting.
“Shhhh, you gotta be quiet,” he says, bringing the hand to your mouth.
He pushes two fingers into your mouth and you can taste yourself on them. He sinks two fingers from his right into your pussy, and when you moan loudly he pushes the fingers in your mouth deeper. They depress your tongue effectively gagging you.
Satisfied with your silence, he curls the fingers in your pussy curl into your spongy spot. He fingers you ruthlessly, hitting your g-spot with each thrust.
You're panting and saliva pools around Chan's fingers and drips down the sides of your mouth. Obscene squelching sounds emanate from between your quivering thighs.
“Listen to that, beautiful,” he whispers in your ear. “Prettiest sound I've ever heard.”
Your walls begin to clench and unclench rapidly as you rocket towards your climax. Chan removes his fingers and slaps your clit again. As soon as his fingers make contact, your eyes roll to the back of your head and you unravel. Your pussy flutters and your essence gushes from you.
Before you come down from your high, Chan removes his fingers from your mouth to unbutton his jeans. He lifts you just high enough to free his cock. He slams you back down, burying himself to the hilt.
The extra stimulation from his entry prolongs your orgasm and your walls clamp down around his cock.
“Fuck, pretty girl!” he grunts. “You're so fucking tight. I missed this pretty pussy so much.”
He wraps his right arm around your waist and sets a slow but punishing pace thrusting into you from below. The head of his cock bottoms out against your cervix with each thrust in and when he draws back it brushes against your g-spot deliciously.
“Ah-ah-ah…” you punch out a moan every time he thrusts in. “Chan…Chris…mmph…Daddy! So good!”
Your delirious babbles form the lyrics to the sweetest song, the melody the slick sounds of your fucking. None of the songs you sang earlier could even compare.
“You're taking me so well, babygirl.” he croons breathlessly. He wraps the fingers of his left hand around your throat and feels how your walls pulse around him in response. You're on the precipice, so close to falling apart around him. “Hold on just a little longer, I'm gonna fill your pretty pussy up with my cum.”
He picks up the pace, pounding into you until he feels his balls begin to tighten and his cock twitch erratically inside you. He reaches his right hand down to your clit and begins rubbing fast circles while his left hand squeezes the sides of your neck lightly. “Cum with me.”
You ascend into euphoria, falling to pieces on his cock. Your eyes roll back into your skull for the second time that night. You squeeze around him like a vice and he releases himself inside of you, painting your walls white with his cum. You milk him until he's spent.
You slump against him panting. He kisses the top of your head with a grin. “I love you, sweet girl. Let’s get you cleaned up and head home.”
A/N: y'all I don't really know what this is and I don't know if it's any good. But it was living in my brain while I was trying to write other things so here it is.
Thanks to @daydreams-after-dark for encouraging this insanity
P.S. I promise I'm still working on other fics - I'm a slow writer
Summary: Hyunjin badly needs a haircut, and you're about to be his new favorite hairdresser.
WC: 1.95k
Content Warning: Intended for 18+ mature audiences, MDNI! Suggestive Content. Let me know if I missed anything else.
Part 2
The rays of the early morning sun shine down as Hyunjin pulls up outside of his favorite salon, District 9. The exterior is a sleek and modern building with an interior design of black and white. You stand behind the cleric counter tapping away at the booking computer's keyboard. You've just opened, so you're the only one here. As he approaches the cleric counter you greet him with a smile and a small bow.
"Welcome to District 9! You must be Hyunjin. I'm Y/N and I'll be your hairdresser today. Do you know what kind of style you're looking for today?"
He confirms and gestures to his hair with a chuckle "I think it's time to cut this a bit shorter.” All through dance practice the previous evening his silky black hair had been falling in his eyes and sticking to the sweat trickling from his temples.
You smile again and laugh "I think I can handle that. Are you interested in any color?"
Hyunjin finds himself caught up in your laugh - it's so warm and sweet and it lights up your face. Your rich brown eyes crinkle at the edges and he notices you have the cutest lips with a perfect cupid's bow.
After a moment he realizes he still hasn't answered your question.
"Color? Hmm..." He ponders. He hadn't been thinking about color but he could be persuaded. "What would you recommend?"
You study him for a moment - taking in the fine planes and angles of his face - before turning and leading him back to the hair wash stations. "I think you'd look very nice with a deep burgundy color."
He follows you a few strides behind and takes in your outfit. You're wearing a sleeveless black turtleneck crop top and a free flowing red skater skirt paired with black over the knee boots. He can't help the fleeting thought about how hot you look.
Once you reach your assigned wash sink, you gesture for him to take a seat on the plush leather. He does as instructed and reclines back so his head is over the sink. You turn the water on and adjust the heat until it feels just right.
You have to lean over him slightly to thoroughly wet his hair. He looks up at you through his lashes and is startled to realize that he can just catch a glimpse of your underboob. It's just a small sliver of flesh, but it looks firm and perky, and delicious. His tongue flicks out to lick across his upper lip. He flushes slightly at the trajectory of his thoughts and squeezes his eyes shut hoping you don't notice.
He opens his eyes again as you turn off the water and glances up at you. You give him a smile before turning to pump some shampoo into your hands. As you work the shampoo into a lather you also begin to massage his scalp and it feels heavenly. He closes his eyes again and lets out a small sigh of pleasure as he melts into the seat.
You smirk at the sigh, you know it feels good - the wash step is everyone's favorite part about a haircut. While his eyes are closed, you study his face closer. His face is absolutely stunning, and you notice a beauty mark just below his left eye. You also notice the remnants of the flush that painted his face as you leaned over him earlier. He may be your client, but it seems that neither of you are immune to the other's charms. And that, that makes you want to make him feel better.
Continuing your massage, you begin lightly scratching your short nails across his scalp. A bolt of pleasure zings down his spine leaving goosebumps in its wake. He shivers slightly and groans softly. The feeling of your nails at his scalp is transferring directly to his cock. He struggles to quell his growing arousal. After all, the hair salon isn't the place to pop a full boner.
Eventually, you remove your hands from his head and Hyunjin almost whines from the loss. You turn the water back on to thoroughly rinse the shampoo out before pumping some conditioner into your hands and applying it. After a few minutes, you rinse out the conditioner and squeeze the water from his hair. You wrap his hair in a towel and then purposefully lean over him again before tapping his shoulder and letting him know he can get up.
He looks up and catches another glimpse of that tantalizing flesh before you straighten up. He subconsciously licks his lip again before moving to get up. He follows you to your hair cutting station. He could just be imagining it but your hips look like they have a little more sway during your steps - your skirt swishing teasingly.
He sits in the barber's chair and you fasten a cape around his neck before adjusting the chair to the proper height. You prepare your comb and clippers with a #4 guard and say "well, shall we get started then?" He nods and you begin running the clippers through his hair.
He strikes up a small conversation with you while he studies you through the mirror in front of you. He studies the way that top clings to your breasts. The way your skirt flares out from your waist. He asks how long you've been a hairdresser. You reply that you've been doing hair for about 7 years now, that your family doesn't approve, and that this is your first month with District 9. That explains why he's never seen you before, he'd have remembered.
You continue your movements while engaging in his idle chitchat, the words flowing effortlessly. Once his hair is uniformly clipped, you switch to your pair of scissors for the finishing touches. You spin the chair around to work on his hair in the front and Hyunjin promptly finds himself face to face with your perfect breasts. The barber’s chair is set to just the right height - all Hyunjin would need to do is lean forward and his face would nestle straight between your globes. The ones that he was just admiring in the mirror. Instead, he takes in a steadying breath through his nose. Notes of jasmine, amber, and a hint of citrus invade his senses. You smell smell warm, sensual and inviting. Rather than steadying himself, his exhale is even shakier.
You raise your arms to trim some uneven pieces of hair and your breasts rise with them. Christ. He groans to himself. He can tell you’re not wearing a bra, and if he’s not mistaken, he can see your nipples. Hard tips pressing against the ribbed material of your top. He can’t help but lick his lip again as he imagines what it would be like to take one of those points between his lips - his teeth.
As you're trimming with your scissors, you leave the ghost of touches along the shell of his ears, and down the back of his neck. Brief and teasing, but innocent enough to be passed off as accidents. The feather light touches heat his skin andsend jolts of pleasure shivering across his body. Between everything - his thoughts, your smell, your touches - he’s rock hard in his jeans. He’s never been more thankful that the cape covers his entire lap. He wonders if you know what you're doing to him. (You do - and you love how responsive he seems to be).
As quickly as you turned him to face you, you spin him back around. You set down your comb and scissors and brush off any stray pieces of hair that remain stuck to his shoulders. You lean down and whisper in his ear “all done.” His brain seems to freeze as he feels your warm breath caressing his ear. Before he realizes it, you’re standing up straight as if nothing happened asking "what do you think? Have you given any more thought to color?"
His brain is still struggling to catch up. Did he just imagine that you whispered in his ear? He clears his throat and studies his reflection in the mirror. He thinks the hair cut is perfect and just what he wanted. He shouldn’t have his hair in his eyes for a least a couple months. After studying himself for a second, his eyes slide to look at your reflection. His hair might be cut, but he’s not quite ready to leave yet. He swallows and replies "the cut is perfect and I think I'd love to get some color."
You grin and excitedly reply "you want to go with the burgundy?"
He nods and you clap your hands and head off to mix the dye.
He watches you go with a smirk on his face. Just what are you doing to him he thinks.
You return and apply the dye to his hair before setting a timer and leaning your back against the counter in front of him. You cross your arms, pushing your breasts together and up. After seeing them up close he wants to touch them so bad. To feel how they fill his palms, and to test their weight. He has to clench his jaw and his hands into fists below the cape before he does something that would be very inappropriate.
You catch him staring and give him a smirk and wink. "Do you like what you see?" Your voice is low and sultry.
"Darling, you have no idea," he groans. You might have some idea you think to yourself.
You unfold your arms to push yourself up to sit on top of the counter. As you do so your skirt rises slightly. Hyunjin’s gaze tracks straight to the toned thighs that are revealed a little more. You cross your legs, allowing him a flash of your panties as you do. "Well, I like what I see too,” you say as you not so subtly look him up and down. He flushes slightly but meets your gaze. His twin orbs seeming to mirror the desire you feel.
You spend the next 30 minutes waiting for the color to develop and exchanging flirty remarks. When the timer goes off you lead him back to the hair wash station. You know exactly what you’re doing as you take your final chance to lean over him. You take your time carefully rinsing the dye from his hair.
Afterwards, you lead him back to the chair for a quick blow dry. As you fan the heated air across his hair, ears, and neck he can’t help but think of the warm air that came from your breath. He stares hard at your reflection while you work - thinking of this experience and all the things he’d like to do to you. Glancing at him in the mirror, you catch him staring.
Turning off the blow dryer you place it back in its holding slot. You lower the barber’s chair to it’s resting position and remove the cape from around his neck. "Alright Hyunjin, if you're done checking me out, let's go ahead and get you checked out!" You grin at him and he smirks back, taking a moment to not so subtly adjust himself. Your eyes flick down to the way he grabs himself through his jeans. It’s your turn to lick your lips.
At the cleric counter he hands you his sleek black card and you ring him up. He signs the receipt and leaves you a big tip. You hand him a copy of the receipt. At the bottom is a hastily scribbled note.
In case you want to do more than look ###-###-#### - <3 Y/N
A/N: Thanks for reading my second fic, y'all. I left this one suggestive but let me know if you'd be interested in a part 2.
Also, my requests are open and I'd love to hear your ideas!
