because i really wanted to write something with these pictures of chan <3
college bf!chan who had a crush on you ever since you joined, and it took him a whole year and a half before he gathered the courage to finally talk to you and (clumsily) ask you out. chan likes you so much and is always waiting for you by your locker or outside of your class so you both can go to lunch together. he's just so enamored by you really.
college bf!chan who would see your schedules for the new semester and see if you had any classes together. but you didn't since you both were doing different courses. you just happened to have one class a week together and he's just complaining about how he's supposed to spend the entire day without out?? that's a crime in his opinion. so the one class he's with you he's gonna flirt with you nonstop, sending you cute smiles and winks and air kisses because he didn't get a seat next to you and ended up sitting at the other end of the lecture hall. he'll def be the type to pass little love notes to you during class if he manages to sit next to you. and he's also gonna hold your hand underneath the table the one class you have together. he's just so enamored by you really.
college bf!chan who would always aks for a goodluck kiss before a test or exam because why not. "they really do help, last time you forgot to kiss me and my grade dropped", he says with the most serious face and how can you even say no to that cute face.
college bf!chan who loves having little library study dates with you and he brings all your favorite snacks. he'll say "okay let's study for 1 hour and then take a break", but he's getting distracted within the first 15 minutes and scooting his chair closer to yours as he leans his head against your shoulder. "one hour isn't over genius", you tell, knowing well what he's trying to do. "hm i think i need a recharge kiss", he says, lifting his head up as he looks at you. "please?", he adds, puckering his lips. you give him a knowing look but give him a peck anyways. he proceeds to feed you some chips and looks at what you're studying.
college bf!chan who convinced you to skip class to watch a movie and you couldn't even say no because he'd already booked the tickets. so that's how you were both in the theater watching a movie instead of being in class. but you didn't really care, seeing chan smiling and eagerly watching the movie he was so excited made your heart full. he'll spoil you with an added dinner date too, which ends up being mcdonalds but who are you to complain, these were the best kind of dates.
college bf!chan who would hate seeing you stressed out and anxious during exams season and complained about how exams are actually stupid and should be banned. he'll make sure you don't overwork yourself by staying up late, pulling all-nighters - because he knows you've done it before and hates seeing you breakdown later.
college bf!chan who attended a class for you when you were down with a nasty cold and took the time to make notes for you so you wouldn't miss out and have to stress out over catching up. the notes he took were cutely messy and scattered but he did mange to get down the important information. he'll even be ready to do the assignment for you, but you tell him it's okay, feeling bad. he cups his cheeks in his hands as he tells you he'd do anything for you and this is the least he can do before he's giving you a warm hug. you did end up getting a decent grade for the assignment because of chan.
college bf!chan who will spoil you after your exam, treating you to a cute lunch and buying you your favortie cake as a little celebration for getting through exam season. expect lots of handholding as you both walk hand in hand.
college bf!chan who would smile and be your biggest hypeman when you're presenting your presentation to the whole class. he'll also be a little goofy, shooting you smiles and winks and you're trying not to smile too hard and laugh at his antics. he'll even write a" y/n is the best" with a little heart on a small piece of paper and hold it up, shooting you a silly smile as you see what he's done and bite your lip, trying not to grin. the moment your presentation is over, you're gathering your stuff back and going back to your seat, whisper yelling at chan. "what were you doing!", you say as you put your stuff on the table and sit down. luckily you both were in the back so no one could hear or pay much attention to you both. "i was supporting my lovely partner who worked so hard on their presentation" "by trying to make me laugh?", you say deadpan. "what no i was being supportive...baby cmon. fine next time i won't be supportive i guess", he says, frowning as he crosses his arms. "you're such an idiot, my idiot", you say, smiling, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. "thank you", you add and he finally cracks into a smile and he intertwines his hand in yours.
college bf!chan who's always supportive of whatever you decide to do. he's your little pillar of support and you're so grateful to him for being with you.
This fic was created for the @skzseasons may event!
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Word count: 7,142
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Tags: polyamory, songwriter & producer!reader, sub bang chan, sub Jisung, sub Changbin, dom reader, mentioned Chan/Changbin/Jisung, mommy kink, Noona kink, biting, nipple play, Changbin is a brat, semi-public sex (kind of, they're in a locked studio), voyeurism, foursome, 3racha is horny, dacryphilia if you squint, spanking, blowjobs, Praise kink, degradation, sadomasochism, face fucking, objectification, cum play, light pet play, edging, orgasm control, feminization
Notes: Mommy kinks are super fun to write, so I had a lot of fun with this one ^^
3racha's dynamic as a whole is so much fun, so it was a no-brainer to use them for this prompt.
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The studio is pleasantly warm, the AC blowing hot air into the room to combat the chill of late fall.
Changbin lies over the arm of the couch, tapping out a beat on the leather cushions while he goes over the lyrics he'd written so far. His brow is furrowed, lips pressed into a thin line, and you can tell he's frustrated. Jisung is sitting on the floor, back against the couch, obviously half asleep but still making a valiant effort at humming a melody.
Chan's hunched over his desk, clicking away at the audio files they'd recorded so far, and grunting softly every few minutes. His shoulders are tense, bunching up with stress and exhaustion, held tight like he'll collapse if he lets it go.
And you're in the middle of it all, lyrics sitting abandoned in the little notebook you brought.
The night had started well, ideas flowing easily, inspired by the changing season and all the metaphors that came with it.
But after a few hours the motivation slowly dwindled, and while you knew when to call it a day, "rest" doesn't seem to be in 3Racha's dictionary.
"It's getting late." You say, unlocking your phone to see that it's already well past 2 AM. The building was likely deserted by now, but of course it wasn't out of the ordinary for them to stay up this late.
Taking the opportunity to work with 3Racha had been an easy decision, but you really wished you'd known just how often they did this before you accepted.
Jisung snorts, obviously aware of the irony with the phrase "getting" late. You nudge him with your foot and he grins, stretching his arms above his head.
"It is late. And we've been working for quite a while." He says the words around a yawn, snuggling back into the couch like he planned to sleep right there on the floor.
"We've gotta get this finished, Ji," Changbin says, but he yawns soon after, and you know fatigue when you see it.
"You guys can leave, it's cool. Get some rest, it is pretty late."
Bang Chan, ever the leader. Jisung rises, moving to get his bag, but you put a hand on his shoulder.
"And I'm assuming you plan to stay here?"
Chan takes off his headphones, and you don't miss his wince at the ache of blood rushing back to his ears.
"Yeah, I have to finish this track. I won't be long."
You lean back on the couch, crossing your arms, and take in the situation. Jisung was eager to leave, eyes struggling to stay open, but he was obviously unwilling to leave Chan alone here.
Changbin was hyperfocused, still chasing a thread of inspiration that would ultimately lead him nowhere. You knew the feeling well, and it was easy to recognize.
He was most likely not going to leave until he finished the verse or fell asleep on the spot.
Or, unless you helped him relax.
Chan, however, was a completely different beast.
You'd worked with Chan before. While this was the first time with 3racha as a team, you often came to help Chan with lyrics or production, a fresh set of eyes when he got stuck.
You'd seen Chan like this. His eyes are bloodshot and drooping, blinking a bit too hard to be normal. His hands are shaking around the mouse, making the headphones clatter, and the more worrying part is that he doesn't even seem to notice.
"Okay," you clap your hands together, making Jisung jolt and Chan wince. You send them both an apologetic smile but carry on. "I don't think anyone's being productive right now."
Jisung shrugs, Changbin sighs, and Chan opens his mouth to protest.
"Nope, I'm hearing none of it, especially not from you. We are taking a break. I'm going to get water, and we're all going to think about things that aren't working for at least 20 minutes."
Chan still doesn't seem pleased, so you amend the statement. "It's that, or we
all
finish up work for tonight and go home to sleep. Those are the choices, pick one."
"There's water in the mini-fridge," Jisung adds, helpful, and you smile at him even as Chan glares.
Changbin seems hesitant, but he hands over the notebook when you hold out your hand for it.
Jisung's already put his phone and headphones away, so you move on to Chan.
He looks pissed.
"Noona, I really don't think this is necessary."
You just smile, "Ah, but that's the thing! It's not your decision to make. I know, it's a hard pill to swallow for you."
The tease was a little uncalled for, but it did get on your nerves sometimes. You didn't care when he did it for Changbin and Jisung, but when he directed his orders at you, it made you want to slap him in the face. Only a little, but still.
Chan scoffs, straightening up in the seat, squaring his shoulders.
"I'm not a child, I think I can figure out when I need a break or not."
You glare right back at him, "Your hands are shaking, Chan. When was the last time you had water or looked at something other than a screen?"
Chan opens his mouth and closes it again, and you can practically see him do the math in his head.
"Six hours," you inform him, taking his headphones and replacing them with a cool water bottle.
Jisung gives Changbin a bottle and Chan breaks with a sigh, untwisting the cap and drinking. You're handing him another bottle the moment he finishes it, and some of the tense energy seems to drain from the room.
"Good. 20 minutes starts now."
…-…-…-…-…-…-…
20 minutes did not work.
Chan lasts all of 5 minutes before he starts getting restless, rolling around in his chair and sighing dramatically as if you're going to give him attention if he does it loud enough.
At least Jisung and Changbin are well-behaved. They're curled up next to each other watching some nature documentary, one they offered to watch with Chan as well, but he refused.
"Chan, stop sighing like a princess trapped in a tower. What's your problem?"
Chan looks up, caught red-handed, and you just raise an eyebrow.
"I feel better now. Can I please work? I have an idea."
"Write it down. I'm not giving the headphones back for another 15 minutes, so you're shit out of luck there."
Maybe you were being mean, overstepping a boundary or something, but Chan doesn't blow up at you. Instead, he pulls out a pad of sticky notes and obeys, writing something out and stocking it onto the screen of his monitor.
"Good job. That wasn't hard, was it?"
You're just teasing, but Chan's eyes widen and his ears go pink. You have to break through the wave of 'that's adorable' that floods your system to respond, but you're fairly certain it doesn't show on your face.
Your tiny tiny crush on Bang Chan, (and Changbin and Jisung, for that matter) was irrelevant right now. He was probably blushing because you embarrassed him, because you just spoke to him like a dog.
Oops.
Instead of something annoyed, however, Chan just says, "Thank you." And turns around in the chair, playing something on his phone again.
... Huh.
Chan didn't seem angry, or annoyed, or even like he was going along with the teasing. He seemed sincere.
You feel eyes on the back of your neck and look back to see Changbin and Jisung watching the exchange. Changbin's giving you a knowing look, one far more suggestive than you'd expected to ever see from him.
Jisung's trying to hold back laughter, pressing his face against Changbin's shoulder.
"What?"
Jisung snickers, quickly progressing into full-bodied laughter, and Changbin can't help but join in.
Chan, however, is fuming, ears practically glowing red, though you can't tell if it's embarrassment or anger.
"Could you two not be insufferable for ten minutes?" He hisses, carefully avoiding your gaze.
"What? What's funny?"
"Nothing!"
"Chan's just being a sub."
"Changbin, for fucks sake!"
Chan looks just about ready to punch Changbin in the face, glaring and huffing, and this is the opposite of what you wanted.
"Alright, everyone relax, Jesus Christ."
Jisung and Changbin's laughter dies down and Chan looks more mortified than angry now, which was only a little better.
"Okay. I'm confused? Did I say something wrong?"
"No, noona, you didn't do anything. Chan's just being horny, that's all."
Oh. Oh.
Sometime in the last few minutes, Jisung has shifted from beside Changbin to on his lap, and Changbin's drawing little patterns on his stomach.
Oh.
You... You might have missed something important.
"I can... I can go? I don't- um, I'm not sure what you've all got um, between you so I think I'll just... Go. Yeah."
Now you're the one blushing, finally putting together all the pieces you'd just brushed off as them being close. The little glances, jokes you didn't understand...
You needed to leave. Now. Maybe then you'd keep some of your dignity and not look like a complete idiot, or worse, a creep.
"Noo, noona!" Jisung whines, sitting up a little to reach for you. He looks small like this, wrapped in Changbin's arms, which is just the weirdest fucking thought, oh my god.
"None of you know how to explain things," he huffs, glaring at Chan, who's now got his face hidden in his hands.
"Okay, listen. It's not weird, yeah? If we thought it was we would have asked you to leave ages ago. But we didn't, so it's not weird." One of his hands gestures wildly as he speaks, the other one held securely in Changbin's grasp.
"Chan isn't weirded out by you either. He's embarrassed because what you said turned him on, and that was funny to us because we've had to listen to him pine over you for months."
Chan lets put a mortified groan, and you sit back down.
"You're the worst friends ever, for the record. Fucking horrible."
"You're the one who got all hot and bothered over a little praise, that's not our fault."
Chan looks up and you think he's actually going to punch Changbin or something, but he catches your eye and stops in his tracks.
You just stare at each other for a while, time slowing to a stop as you take in his expression. He's embarrassed, sure, cheeks almost glowing with heat, but there's also something bright in his eyes, like anticipation or hope.
"What do you want me to do about that?"
You ask, voice barely above a whisper. Chan gasps, his grip tightening on the armrest. "I- what? You don't have to- I'm sorry, this is so weird, you don't have to do anything!"
Why was that so
cute? Chan's words should be making you feel even more awkward, maybe even annoyed by his evasiveness, but you can't help the endeared smile on your face as he rambles out apologies and excuses.
Your voice is more of a purr when you speak next, cutting off another apology. "That's not what I asked, Chan. What do you want me to do to you?"
He literally whimpers, covering his face with a hand and pulling one of his legs up to his chest.
"Damn, noona. You're good at this."
You have an idea.
It was probably stupid, and might get you kicked out for real, but you're already here, it can't get much weirder.
"Hey," you start, turning away from Chan for the time being to address Changbin and Jisung.
"Has it just been Chan pining over me, or you two as well?"
Changbin seems startled by the question, cheeks flushing, but Jisung grins. "Yeah. We fuck a lot, you know, and we'd always fantasize about if you were there, telling us what to do."
You blink at them, waiting for the outraged protests, but they never come. Changbin's pretending to watch the documentary again, cheeks pink, and Jisung looks somewhat annoyed rather than embarrassed.
"Huh. Then, are you both okay with doing that now? I have an idea."
Jisung jumps off of Changbin's lap, moving to stand in front of you like an obedient dog.
Changbin puts down his phone and nods, his previous cocky attitude gone as if it had never been there.
"Good. And Chan? Are you okay with this? You can call it off at any time, any of you can."
He looks up, confused at first at being addressed, but he nods after a second.
"Okay. Let's use stoplight safe words, yeah? Green for good, yellow to slow down and talk, and red to stop." Jisung bounces on his heels, impatient and growing more so by the second, so you decide to hurry along.
"Chan, get up for a second."
He blinks at you, confused, but eventually his brain catches up and he stands, stepping toward you.
"Come sit on my lap, honey."
You take Chan's spot, patting your spread thighs for him to settle down on.
"What? But- I'm... I'm heavy." His voice is small, confused and scared, and you can't help but coo at him. "Shh, honey. Just follow directions, I'll worry about everything else."
Something melts in Chan's expression, and after a moment of hesitation, he walks back over, slowly lowering himself on your lap. He doesn't fully sit, hovering above you on his knees, so you hold his hips and guide him down.
He gasps at the contact, face somehow getting redder, and he looks away.
"God, you're so pretty when you blush like that."
He immediately goes to deny it, but you just shush him.
"Let's lay down a couple ground rules, yeah?" You direct it at Changbin and Jisung as well, who jump to attention.
"Number 1, none of you can touch yourselves or each other without permission." Jisung pouts but doesn't protest, so you continue.
"Number 2, if I tell you to do something, you do it. If I say you are something, like pretty, or cute, you just accept it and don't deny or protest."
Chan looks back at you, outraged, but you level him with a warning look. "These are in effect now, unless someone has an issue with them."
He opens and closes his mouth a few times, eventually sighing deeply and looking away again.
"Number 3, I want to hear every little sound you make. Every gasp, every moan, every
scream.
I'm taking full advantage of this room being soundproof. If I catch you muffling your noises, I'll stop touching you. Understand?"
Changbin curses under his breath, and you smile.
"Okay. I might add rules later on if I deem it necessary, but that's all for right now. Any questions?"
"What should we call you? Noona, or something else, like mommy?"
You think the question over for a moment, imagining how the boys might say both names, around moans or through tears.
"Either one. Mommy or noona, nothing else."
Changbin raises his head, a challenge in his tone. "And what if we don't? Will you punish us?"
There's a tease in his voice, something condescending and rude, but you just smile at him.
"If you want to go ahead and find out, be my guest. It'll be Jisung giving you your punishment until I finish up with Chan here, so I suggest you get it out of your system now, before my hands are free."
He curses again, louder this time, and you blow him a kiss.
"Alright. Let's get started, then."
You take Chan by the hips again and pull him closer, chest to chest, and ignore his yelp.
"You two, get on the floor by my feet and start getting each other off. Do whatever you need, but you're not allowed to take clothes off, and you need to ask me if you want to cum."
They jump on the opportunity, Jisung practically pulling Changbin down to the floor with him and into a kiss.
Sloppy moans and sighs quickly fill the room, so you turn your attention back on Chan. His dick is pressed right against your stomach, so close you can feel it twitch.
"Can I kiss you, honey?"
Chan nods, tongue darting out to lick his lips. You hold his jaw as you lean in, keeping him still as you press your lips to his.
He reciprocates as much as he can with his jaw held so tight, little gasps and sighs escaping every so often as you deepen the kiss, guiding his lips apart and sucking his tongue into your mouth, mapping out every inch of the wet space.
When you finally pull away Chan looks wrecked, tongue hanging out of his mouth for a few seconds, like he'd forgotten what to do with it without you there to guide him.
Fuck, this was going to be
fun.
If Chan got this overwhelmed from just a kiss, you can't wait to see what happens when you actually touch him.
"Fuck, hyung, you're so hot. Noona, you're making him such a slut already." Changbin moans, fingers tangled in Jisung's hair while they grind on each other, both turned so they can see what you're doing to Chan.
"I'm not a slut!" Chan snaps, ducking his head into your shoulder, and you can't help but laugh.
"But you are, Channie." Changbin's voice is low, almost a growl, only getting deeper every time Jisung rolls his hips. "Such, fuck, such a little whore." Jisung adds, far less coherent than Changbin seems to be.
"All noona did was kiss you and you're already shaking. Is he hard, noona?"
Chan's whining against your shoulder, shaking his head every so often. "N-no, I'm not a whore!" He says, voice shaking, and worry floods your system. "Chan, color?"
He gasps, choking back a sob, "Green. I'm green, I like it, just- it's a lot."
You nod, securing an arm around his waist as your other hand combs through his hair, gentle and grounding. You stay like that for a moment, letting him breathe, and once he doesn't seem on the verge of tears anymore, you tighten your grip on his hair and pull his head up.
"Tell them, honey. Are you hard from just a kiss?" Tears spring to his eyes again but you can tell it's from embarrassment this time as he raises a hand to cover his face. "Yes. I'm- fuck, I'm so fucking hard."
Changbin groans and Jisung lets out a delicious little whimper.
"Good boy. You're so good for me." You praise, sliding both hands down to his hips. You squeeze, gently at first and then harder, making sure he can feel your nails digging into his skin. "Mommy, fuck!" He hisses, back arching, trying to press further into your hands.
There's something about the way he says
mommy, desperate and shaky, like the word is unfamiliar to his jaw but forces itself out anyway, purely out of wanting to please you. You can't help but groan, using your grip on his hips to grind him against you.
Chan gasps, grabbing at your arm as you repeat the motion, rolling your hips up to meet him.
"Jesus Christ, Jisung,
fuck-"
You glance up, just in time to watch Changbin toss his head back, falling back on his elbows as Jisung grinds on him, both hands pinching at his nipples.
He shaking, gasping for air, and you can see his thighs tensing, see the euphoria slowly spreading across his face.
"Jisung, stop right now."
Your voice is sharp, and Jisung stops, more out of being startled than actually wanting to obey.
Changbin whines, reaching for Jisung's hips to make him move again, but you snap your fingers.
He pauses, staring at you with a mixture of frustration and annoyance.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you. What did I tell you to do if you're about to cum?"
Jisung climbs completely off of him, trying to hide the smile on his face.
"Fucking- stupid fucking rule-"
He cuts himself off on a groan, too embarrassed to touch himself with you staring him down like this but almost frustrated enough to do it anyway.
You heave a deep sigh and kiss Chan again, tapping his thigh once to signal him to get up.
He does, even if you need to steady him a bit.
"I hadn't even started with Chan yet, so you get to have
me give your punishment."
Changbin sits up, sensing the dangerous edge in your voice. It's intoxicating, seeing the fear and excitement in his eyes, knowing that you're the reason for it.
"And because you interrupted Chan's turn with your disobedience, you'll get him off while I punish you."
Changbin's breath hitches, and you smile.
You end up sitting on the couch with him over your knee, pants and boxers pulled down to his ankles while you rub small circles against the skin, just to see him squirm.
Jisung kneels in front of you, kissing and biting at his thighs, scratching his nails against the soft skin. He was excited when you asked him to help punish Changbin, but if you were reading Jisung right he wouldn't be well behaved for very long.
That was fine, though; You liked a challenge.
Chan's sitting next to you, petting Changbin's hair as he waits for your cue to start fucking his mouth.
"I'm going to spank you until you can make Chan cum."
Changbin perks up, glancing at Chan's dick by his face with anticipation.
"But, Chan will be fucking your mouth. You'll go at whatever pace he wants, or whatever pace I tell him to go at. Do you understand?"
Changbin noticeably deflates, swallowing hard. He'd underestimated your intensity, but you'd make sure to correct that mistake.
He nods, small, more of a shift really, and you smack his thigh. He jumps, snapping his head back to look at you, outraged. "Verbal answers, Changbin. Do you understand?"
"Fuck, yes! Jesus Christ."
You can't help but roll your eyes, grabbing him by the hair to guide him onto Chan's cock.
"Such a mouth on you, Jesus. Let's hope you're just as good at giving head as you are at mouthing off."
"He is," Chan whispers, eyes already closed as Changbin sinks onto his cock, hands scrabbling for purchase on the couch.
"Grab his hair, guide him. Just take what you want, baby, use him like a toy."
Changbin whines, thighs pressing together, and Jisung laughs, prying them back apart.
He slides between them, lazily jerking his cock while he sucks another hickey into his hip.
"Oh, do you like that?" You dig your fingernails into Changbin's ass, smiling when he jolts. "Do you like the idea of Chan using you like a toy? Having him fuck your mouth like you're just a Fleshlight, nothing more?"
"Fuck- god that's hot, shit." Chan groans, guiding Changbin's mouth in slow, deep thrusts.
His eyes are glued to Changbin's face, refusing to leave even when you lean over to kiss his neck.
"Binnie here's got a thing for being treated like an object," Jisung says, ever the helpful one, and you reach over to run a hand through his hair as a reward.
"Once, I used him as a footrest while I wrote lyrics. He was so hard afterward, all I had to do was pinch his nipples before he came."
Changbin groans, kicking Jisung with surprising force, and you wind your hand back and bring it down on his ass with a sharp
smack.
He gasps hard enough that Chan lets him up to breathe, stilted moans and whimpers at the leftover pain.
"Plus, he's got the pain tolerance of an ant."
You smack him again, a little lighter this time, but he still flinches away.
"You're so helpful, Jisung. Thank you, honey."
Changbin scoffs, glaring back at Jisung. "Kiss ass."
Another smack and all traces of smugness leave him, replaced by pain and pleasure.
"You talk so
much.
Get back to doing what you're good for, bitch."
Chan helps him back onto his dick, moving faster this time, and you make a little game of matching your slaps to the soft noises he makes.
He's sobbing after a few minutes, nails digging crescent-shaped bruises into Chan's thighs as his pace picks up again, now fully fucking his mouth. Chan's head is thrown back, one of his legs pulled up onto the couch for more leverage to thrust his hips back into Changbin's mouth.
Jisung joins in, smacking Changbin's thighs, right over every hickey and bruise.
Changbin gargles something, sounding urgent, and you pull his head off of Chan's dick.
"Gonna cum!" He shouts, tongue rolling out to still lick Chan's cock even with your hand in his hair.
Jisung grins, somewhat feral, and he leans in and
bites Changbin's hip, hard.
"Oh my god, oh my god- Fuck!"
"Don't you dare cum without permission, slut. Make Chan cum first, can't you do the one thing I asked?"
Changbin starts again with renewed fervor, licking and sucking while Chan gasps and moans above him, startled by the sudden change in enthusiasm.
"Oh my god-" He gasps, tossing his head back against the couch, and you can't resist pulling him into a kiss.
He tastes like sweat and heat as he moans against your mouth, high and desperate. You can't focus enough to keep spanking Changbin so Jisung takes over for you, whispering things in his ear and biting anywhere he can reach.
You don't pay him any mind, too preoccupied with Chan, with his masterful tongue even as he comes undone. "Please, mommy, I'm close," he pants, lips brushing against yours as he speaks and you don't want to pull away to give him permission, so you just kiss him harder, intense and
hot, and Chan seems to take the hint.
He groans, hips bucking up and shoving his dick deeper into Changbin's mouth, making him gag and moan around it. Chan pulls him off then, letting his head rest on his thigh while he rides it out. You reach for chan's dick, sliding your hand over it even as Chan whimpers from the overstimulation.
"So fucking hot. Did you swallow, Binnie?" You turn to him, hips still grinding into nothing, mouth sealed shut.
Jisung moves to whisper into Changbin's ear, "Go on, show her. Show noona what you like to do with Chan's cum."
Changbin leans up on shaking arms and kisses Chan, wet and sloppy, and oh.
Changbin didn't swallow, he held chan's cum in his mouth, and now he's kissing Chan with it.
Chan whines into the kiss, lapping up the cum from Changbin's tongue like a puppy, even making sure to lick up the excess that escapes their kiss.
"Holy fucking shit." You whisper, entranced, and Jisung climbs onto the couch next to you.
You don't pay him any attention as he starts pulling your clothes off, still too focused on Changbin and Chan, who've now started grinding down against each other. It's too good of a show to chastise them for it, and you suppose they both earned the reward.
Jisung bites your shoulder,
hard,
And you yelp. "Hey! You've ignored me this entire time, noona. I've been patient, I even helped! They'll entertain each other, please, I want you to touch me."
And just like that, your attention couldn't be further from the kissing pair next to you.
Jisung is flushed and pouting, annoyance bright in his eyes, and you can't help but feel a little guilty. That's alright, you'd make it up to him.
"Oh, you poor little thing," You push him back against the couch and straddle his hips, dragging your wetness over his aching dick. You're not sure when he got naked, probably before he undressed you, but you were too preoccupied to notice either action.
Now, though, it was hard to focus on anything other than your nakedness, how the warm air makes your nipples ache, and how perfect Jisung's dick feels against your cunt. He's not the biggest, smaller than Chan but a little bigger than Changbin, and suddenly your hit with the image of the three of them, lining their dicks up and checking which one was biggest.
Chan won for biggest, but you had to admit that Jisung's looked absolutely delectable. It curved upwards towards his belly button, decently thick and veiny, and you can't decide if you want it in your mouth or your cunt more.
Jisung reaches for your hips, not guiding your motions but supporting them, just looking for something to hold on to while you're taking him apart.
"Shit, please. I'm not gonna last long to begin with, please, I need you, noona."
You smile, bracing a hand on his chest to get more leverage to grind on him, "Aw, what an easy little pet you are. Are you gonna cum just from me grinding my pussy against you? Is that all it's gonna take?"
He gasps, turning his head away to try and hide his face in the couch cushions.
He's so pretty like this, cheeks a pretty pink, and you can tell your moans are getting to him. He's twitching against you, pulsing, and you're sure that you could feel his heartbeat if you focused enough. "Please, noona- I'm not gonna last, please!"
"So pathetic, I can't even fuck you properly without you cumming on the spot. Fine, cum, I'll just fuck you through it."
You finally reach for his dick and line it up with your pussy, sinking down in one smooth movement.
Shit.
You can't even tease him like this, entire body so insanely sensitive that you have to take a breather. It was easy to ignore the way you soaked through your panties while watching them, always more focused on dominating, but now, finally being stimulated after what must have been an hour now, it's overwhelming.
"You're so tight, oh my god-"
Jisung looks like he's just seen God, head thrown back and hips twitching, just begging you to move.
Some of the teasing spirit returns to you as you slowly start to ride him, long, deep strokes keeping you both on the edge.
"Fuck, so good. And to think, I'll only get it for a second because you'll cum so soon. Really a shame."
Jisung shakes his head even as you feel him twitch inside of you, watching his abs tense with the force of his upcoming release.
"Don't deny it, slut. You're going to cum, I can feel it. Do it, I want to feel it fill me up, I want to watch you whine when I fuck you through it."
Jisung moans, back arching, and his hips snap up once, twice, and-
You don't do this enough, you decide as Jisung cums inside you, sobbing and loud, holding onto your hips for dear life.
"Good boy." You keep riding him, shuddering at the wet slide and the absolutely obscene noises it makes.
"Fuck, look. Chan, Binnie, come look." You lean over Jisung, caging in his head with your arms. He takes the opportunity to pull one of your nipples into his mouth, which is not helping your attempts at being coherent. Changbin squeezes your ass, spreading your cheeks to get a better view of where your pussy takes in Jisung's cock.
"Can I touch, mommy?"
You can almost feel Chan vibrating with energy behind you, but your voice is so shot you can't do anything but nod.
He leans over your back and kisses your neck, almost reverent in his touch, and you feel that familiar curl in the pit of your gut.
The wet slide of Jisung's dick inside of you, his desperate moans directly in your ear, Changbin kneading your ass, and chan's lips on your neck, it's all too much to handle.
You feel a scream building in your throat and muffle it by pressing your lips against Jisung's, speeding up and swallowing down every whine he lets out.
Changbin snakes an arm around your hip and draws tight circles around your clit and you're done for, thighs clamping down around Jisung's hips and sinking fully onto him, scratching at his shoulders for something to hold on to.
When the world stops spinning you sit up, rising up off of Jisung and back into Chan's arms. He cuddles up against you while Changbin helps Jisung up, and you notice the wet spot underneath him.
"Oops. Sorry about your couch, Chan."
He just shrugs, burrowing deeper into your shoulder, and you hold him tighter. "This has to happen again. Immediately."
Changbin muses, the most lucid of them, already cleaning Jisung up a bit with a towel.
"Give me like 3 days to remember how my legs work and then I'm down," Jisung says, words still slurring together.
"I give it 48 hours, tops, before he's sending you nudes." Changbin smiles, approaching you with a fresh towel. You let him clean you up, unsticking from Chan for a moment. His touch is gentle and grounding, and you definitely feel less sticky when he's finished.
"Thank you, honey. You've got this aftercare thing down, huh?"
You can't help kissing his cheek before he turns to Chan, smiling at the way he flushes pink.
"I do it a lot. These two turn into liquid after they cum, so I usually do it."
You just hum, standing up to retrieve a towel of your own.
Chan manages to get Changbin into his lap while he cleans him up, so you take the opportunity.
He jumps when you start kissing down his back, but he doesn't stop you.
Chan does whine a little when you have to turn Changbin around, but he's quickly sated with a kiss.
Changbin looks confused as you clean up the sweat and cum off of him, but you pause when you see that he's still hard. He notices the moment you do, turning his head to the side and hiding his face with a hand.
"Did you not cum?" You ask, massaging one of his thighs, and he shakes his head, just a little.
"I got distracted by Chan, I wanted to make him cum, and then you were fucking Jisung and I sort of... Forgot?"
You put down the towel and sink down to your knees, smiling up at Changbin's blushing face.
"Well, that just won't do, will it? I didn't edge you that hard just to not see your face when you cum."
He looks down at you, startled, and you just smile, licking a long stripe up the length of his dick. He gasps, head falling back, and you can't help but laugh a little.
"You- you really don't have to, I'm okay." You smack his thigh, smiling again when he winces.
"Binnie, you earned this," you whisper, pulling one of his thighs up and over your shoulder.
"You took your punishment so well, and you took such good care of Chan and Jisung for me. You've earned a good, hard orgasm, and I'm going to make sure you get it."
"Really, it's okay. You don't have to worry about me. I've gone without cumming before, I'll be fine."
"Changbin, I want to make you cum. Can I?"
There's something hesitant but hopeful in his eyes as he says,
"Okay."
His voice is timid and low, and you wrap your lips around his tip.
Changbin wasn't the biggest, but he made up for what he lacked in length with thickness. There's a distinct satisfaction with having him in your mouth, full, stretching your lips wide.
He breaks out in full-body shivers when you reach the base, hands fluttering around for a moment before he decides on putting them on his thighs, back arching with pleasure.
You trail a hand up to his chest, cupping one of his pecs just to hear him whimper.
His thighs are shaking, and you can tell he's trying not to fully pull you into him, you can tell he's holding back.
"What is it, Binnie? You're shaking like a leaf."
He turns away, caught red-handed.
"I- it's nothing, I'm sorry."
That's bullshit and you both know it, so you turn your head to press kisses against his thigh.
"Tell me, honey. I just want to make you feel good."
The muscle jumps under your lips, still on edge, and you soothe him with a soft squeeze.
"I... It's- it's embarrassing." Changbin's face is fully buried in his hands now, bright red, and you hold back a smile to make sure he doesn't feel mocked.
"I think at this point we can get past a little embarrassment, yeah? I mean, your dick was just in my mouth."
He nods and takes a deep breath, finally peeking an eye out to look at you.
"You... Um, can you... Could you humiliate me?" His words are barely above a squeak but you can still understand him, and you smile.
"Of course, honey. But I was doing that earlier, and you didn't get like this about it. What else do you want me to do?"
He pulls one of his legs up to his chest and hides against it before he answers. "Can you, like... Call me girly things? I mean, like- treat me like a girl? I know it's weird, I'm so sorry!"
You coax his leg back down and rise up to meet him on the couch, keeping his thigh over your shoulder so he ends up almost bent in half. He yelps at the new position but you don't pay him any mind, instead leaning down to whisper in his ear.
"Ah. You want me to treat you like a little whore, huh? A slutty little girl?"
The reaction is immediate and oh so satisfying. Changbin gasps and his cock twitches against your leg, eyes sliding shut.
"Y-yeah..." His voice is barely more than a whine, shaky and soft, begging for something you're all too willing to give.
"Does my baby girl want mommy to touch her nipples?"
Changbin shudders, eyes slipping closed, and he can only manage a nod.
"Use your words, slut. Tell me, tell me how much you want it."
"Please," he whines, barely audible, reaching for your shoulder.
"Please what? I can't read your mind."
He huffs, frustrated, and you just smile at him while he works out what to say.
"Please touch my nipples, mommy. Please, I need it."
You lean down and wrap your lips around one of them, pinching the other, and Changbin
sobs.
"Mommy!" He gasps, burying a hand in your hair while you bite and suck, making his back arch and hips buck with every flick of your tongue.
"God, I love how you sound. Keep moaning like that for mommy, okay?"
You can see tears in Changbin's eyes as he nods, mouth opening around another desperate whine.
Changbin's writhing by the time you finally pull away from his nipple, lips bitten red and cheeks flushed.
"You're so pretty like this, all flushed and desperate for me."
You wrap a hand around his cock, rubbing circles on the tip, and he practically chokes on a moan. "Mommy please, please make me cum, I need it," you muffle his begging with your mouth, digging your nails into his thigh while you jerk him off, swallowing up his desperate moans.
He throws his head back after a moment, chest heaving with effort, and you pull back to look at him properly.
He's flushed pink from head to toe, legs shaking, hips bucking up into your hand with what little leverage they have. He's
loud, louder than he ever was before, whining and moaning at anything you do, even if it's just a heated look.
He's desperate for you, and the feeling is almost enough to drive you insane.
"Is my little girl going to cum? Do you want to cum for mommy?"
Changbin sobs, loud and needy, voice shaking, "please, please let me cum, mommy!"
"I'm going to count down from 3, okay? When I get to 1, you can cum."
Changbin whimpers but nods, eager to please you, to follow orders.
"Three,"
You speed up your strokes, leaning over to bite hickeys into his neck and shoulders.
"Two,"
Changbin sobs, scratching bright red lines into your back as he braces himself, that heat threatening to explode.
"One."
Changbin wails, thrashing like a wild animal as cum coats your fingers, sobbing and shivering as you stroke him through it.
Gently, you take his leg off of your shoulder and place it back down, retrieving a towel to clean you both up.
He's still jittery when you finish, shaking with aftershocks every so often, and you smile as you snuggle up beside him, pulling him up against your chest.
Jisung had long since fallen asleep, not even stirring with how loud Changbin was, but Chan was still awake, so he snuggles in closer to you as well.
"Thank you."
"What for?" You reach up to run a hand through his hair, resting your head on his shoulder.
"All of this. Helping us relax." You raise an eyebrow and he laughs, sheepish, "Alright, helping
me relax. It means a lot."
Chan's voice is soft, even a bit nervous, and it makes your heart rate spike a little even with how tired you were. "Of course. This was really good, 10 out of 10."
He snorts, but there's still something distant in his eyes.
"Alright, what is it?"
Chan breaks almost immediately, "Okay, just- you don't have to."
"Respectfully, you couldn't force me to do anything."
"Right. Well, all I'm saying is that I get like that... Decently often. And this... This helped. Not even just the sex, you telling me to relax and making me do it. It took away the internal stuff of thinking I should be doing more, because I can't. It's just... It's nice. So, if you're up for it, could we do this again? Or even regularly, if you want?"
Instead of an answer, you reach up and press your lips together.
"Stupid Channie," you smile against his lips, "As if someone could deny you three?"
Chan yelps, falling back onto the bed in his shock. You just smile and close the door behind you as you step inside the room, making sure to lock it.
"Shit- um- I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I promise it's not, um, it's not what you think it is, I swear!"
You just keep walking towards him, smile sweet and patient while he rambles out excuses.
Your eyes are focused solely on his body right now— particularly his hips, where a pair of baby pink panties hug him tight. A pair of garters hang from them, and it only takes a glance at the floor to see the stockings he was obviously about to put on.
"Shh, baby. I'm trying to admire how pretty you look."
Chan shuts his mouth and tears well in his eyes as you slot yourself between his thighs, tracing featherlight fingers over his bare shoulders and chest.
"Is this what you've been ordering lately? Lingerie?"
Chan whimpers and nods, face turned completely away from you. "You've always had lovely taste, but I think this takes the cake,"
You reach for the panties, running your fingers over the lacy straps and silk base. It fit him well, you could tell he'd spent some time making sure it would, but his cock is twitching underneath the fabric and there's a wet spot already forming.
"I mean, seriously. Baby pink just looks so good on you, little one."
He groans, trying to close his legs but you're in the way and not moving any time soon.
"Stop... I'm sorry, just- you don't have to pretend like it's not weird."
He covers his face with his hands, opting to turn his entire torso away from you.
Smiling again, you place a hand on his chest and push him back down flat, pushing his hands away with the other. "I'm not pretending, sweetheart. You look so pretty, there's no need to be embarrassed about it."
He makes a strange little whining noise and you can't help but coo at him. He just looks so cute, so sweet and feminine like this, and you want to see him in more.
"Look, you were going to put on stockings too, right? Don't let me stop you."
He stares at you uncomprehendingly as you move to retrieve them, breath shaking as you run the fabric over his bare, shaven legs.
"Oh, you even shaved for them. Come on, beautiful, let me help you put them on."
Chan still doesn't speak but he lifts his leg, helping you slide the stockings over his legs. He shivers every time your fingers brush his thighs, and gasps when you reach for the garters to hold them up.
"Oh, Channie... You look so pretty."
There's tears in his eyes now, face bright pink, but there's something hot and desperate in his expression, and you can see him straining against the panties.
"Come here, you should see yourself like this, too."
You hold out a hand and he lets you help him up, clinging to your chest as you guide him over to the full-length mirror, wrapping your arms around his waist behind him.
"God, look at you. Come on, beautiful, open your eyes."
Chan whines but cracks one teary eye open to look.
"Oh..."
"See, baby? Don't you look so pretty?"
He takes a few deep, steadying breaths, and leans further into you.
"I... I look... I look pretty."
You press kisses against his neck, smirking each time he gasps or moans, and his eyes close again.
"No, keep looking. I want you to watch while I take you apart, see how pretty you'll look being fucked with these panties on."
…-…-…-…-…-…-…
"That's it babygirl, take it like the slut you are. Cum all over your pretty pink panties, make them just as dirty as you are." Chan tosses his head back, hips bucking against the dildo in his ass, relentless and overwhelming.
His hips look downright sinful, grinding in little circles as he rides it, his entire body shaking like a leaf against your chest.
You pinch one of his nipples, biting another hickey into his neck, and he falls apart, cum soaking the panties as he sobs, nails digging into his thighs.
He keeps his eyes open, watches himself moan and writhe against the force of the orgasm, and you catch his gaze in the mirror, hot and pleased.
"Good girl."
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Notes: Just a little thing I wrote a couple of days ago! The Chan brainrot is still going strong lmao, but theres a 3racha fic coming soon👀.
Remember to reblog & shoot me a message if you have any thoughts questions or concerns, or if you'd like to be added to a taglist! <3
Tags: Edging, praise, vibrators, begging, dumbification if you squint, drabble+ (140 words)
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"Please! Please, I'll do anything just please, please don't edge me again, I can't take it!"
You just laugh, pulling the vibrator away once more and drinking in the way he screams, thighs tensing up the same way they would when he cums, except now it's because of frustration instead of pleasure.
"Oh, look at that, you survived it. I think you can handle more."
Chan shakes his head, tongue hanging uselessly from his mouth, like he'd forgotten what to do with it.
You press your thumb against it and he remembers, sucking the appendage into his mouth and moaning around it, already squirming again.
"My good boy. You can take it."
Chan nods, a fresh wave of tears coating his cheeks, and you kiss his forehead as you turn up the vibrator and put it back on his cock.
Summary: Chan needs a love potion and only you can get him one, but things don't quite go as planned.
Notes: This fic is a gift for Bee, @inkedtae !! Happy (very late I'm so sorry) holidays! This was for the clownracha secret santa fic exchange!! I apologize for this being a little late, complications happened but it's here now and I hope you love it <3 also this is the first time I've ever made a banner for a fic so that's fun!! :D
Tags under the cut!!
Tags: Nonbinary reader, truth serums, magic au, love potions, arranged marriages, references to homophobia, royal au, pining, rough sex, biting, hickeys, oral sex, reader has a dick, slight dom/sub, nipple play, vibrators, grinding, face fucking, teasing, cum swallowing
Taglist: @sunnyville36 @snow-pegasus @toastyseungmo @sstarryoong and @wooyussy
Ps: If you recognize the magic system I used here I love you so much (hint, it's from a queer book!)
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It is 3 o'clock at night, and there is someone at your door.
The rage that you feel as you drag yourself out of bed to answer it could burn a small forest, especially because your familiar, Felix, doesn't even flinch at the insistent knocking. His ears flick slightly, showing you that he's awake, he just doesn't care.
"Ungrateful brat," you mutter, yawning as you float down to the first level of your tower. You're met with the clicking of glass jars and knickknacks, as if they were greeting your arrival.
Your shop was small, but business was steady and you'd never had any issues with money. The kingdom at the bottom of the hill often requested your services, rerouting rivers or ensuring a plentiful harvest. In return, you got a portion of their crops and minerals, and of course money, though you had far less use for that.
It was a nice relationship, but it was not one that opened the opportunity for people to come visit you in the wee hours of the night.
"We are closed," You hiss, opening the door, only to stop dead in your tracks.
The man at your doorway is not just any farmer who's come to proposition you for fertilizer as you'd expected.
No, the man at your doorway is Prince Chan, heir to the throne of the kingdom you depended on.
Prince Chan, who you have very very quietly pined over for more than a year now.
And you are in nothing but sweatpants, scowling.
"I know, I'm so sorry! I just- this is really urgent, and I didn't know who else to go to!"
You straighten up, trying not to look so messy. A small part of you is still protesting that he's in your home at 3 am and you had every right to not be put together, but still. Chan was a prince, and he wasn't a pompous asshole, so you decide to show him some respect.
"I- Yes, of course. What do you need, your majesty?"
Felix finally shows himself, padding down to brush against your ankles, and then against Chan's mud stained boots. His fur shimmers as he does so, carefully repelling any filth that might have transferred over. You quickly scoop him up, both to keep him from running out and to preserve some of your modesty.
"Oh, you have a cat? He's so pretty!"
Felix purrs, leaning into his hand when Chan reaches out to pet him, which has absolutely no right being that cute.
"Yes, his name is Felix. He's my familiar, but back on the topic of why you're here?"
Chan nods, snapping out of the trance the kitten had placed him in.
"Right! Um, I need a love potion."
You deserve a Nobel Peace prize for not slamming the door in his face.
"What." You can't even hide the venom in your voice, and Felix leaps out of your arms.
Chan waves his hands around, trying to placate you, but it only serves to be more annoying.
"I promise it's not what you think! I know it's weird, but it really is urgent!"
"In what world is a love potion so urgent that you had to get here at 3 am?"
Chan sighs, desperate.
"I swear, I'll explain everything. I'll pay you double, triple the normal cost, just please help!"
You take a minute to actually look at Chan, his messy wet curls, soaked coat, and shaking form. Had he climbed the mountain without any sort of umbrella?
You grab his wrist and drag him inside, slamming the door behind him.
"Fuck, okay. Just sit still for a second, I'll get you a dry spell and I'll change. Play with Felix or something."
You take the stairs back up to your room, resisting the urge to scream as you throw on a sweater and pants. You don't do anything nice with your hair, just put it in a bun to keep it out of the way. You take your wand from it's case and allow yourself one quiet scream.
You're back downstairs in less than 2 minutes, and find Chan marvelling at how Felix's fur refuses to get wet or dirty.
"Oh, hey! This is amazing, is it a spell?" He's got this wide, dopey grin on his face, and you can't help but smile.
"Not my spell. My mentor gave him to me, and it's his magic."
Chan hums, standing up slowly, as if he could keep from dripping water everywhere if he didn't move very much. There's already a puddle at his feet, though, so you're not sure why he bothers.
"Rain rain go away!"
A burst of energy flows from your wand over to Chan, swirling around him. In just a second all the water has been wicked from him, leaving him and the floor perfectly dry.
"There. Come on, I take spell requests in the back room."
Chan blinks at you, and doesn't move.
You point to the gauzy curtain separating your workrooms from the main entrance, but Chan still doesn't move.
Did you break him?
"Uh. Your highness? Prince Chan?"
"Are your spells all... nursery rhymes?"
Oh.
You remember Minho's voice, low and patient as he taught you the basics of magic. "Words have power, my darling. The words we say carry magic in themselves, and words that many people have said carry even more."
You grab his wrist again so he walks while you explain.
"Some of them are. Phrases a lot of people say carry magic, like nursery rhymes for example."
"That's so cool! Wait, does that mean I can do it too?"
You push the curtain away and begin moving around the room, gathering basic ingredients you'll need for the potion.
"Unless you're a mage yourself, no. Can we get back on topic, please?"
"Right, of course."
You sigh, thankful to be back in familiar territory, even if the darkness outside creates a different atmosphere than you're used to. The room is lit only by candles, which creates a cozy feeling in the daytime, but now... Well.
"What do you need this potion for anyway?"
Chan shrinks into himself, refusing to meet your gaze.
"It's my mother. She wants me to get married, and she gave me 2 days to find someone I wanted to be with before she arranged a marriage with the princess of Phoenix Drop, but I hate her. She's evil, and I just know that if I marry her she'll ruin this kingdom! So I have to find someone."
You look over your shoulder to glare at him, "You're a prince. The prince. How on earth are you having trouble getting a wife? You hardly need a love potion for it."
Chan sits down on one of your cushions, squeezing himself into a ball.
"I don't want a wife." He whispers, like admitting to a crime, and you soften.
"Oh."
He straightens up, steeling his expression. "So, I need a love potion. I need to make myself fall in love with a woman, not make them fall in love with me."
Well. There's only so much you can do, when you hear something like that. However, trapping a man who's proved to be nothing but kind (if a little tactless) into a loveless marriage is not one of them.
"Love potions aren't miracles. That's not what they do. I'm sorry, but even if I gave you the best potion I could make, it wouldn't last. Not on you, anyway."
Watching Chan deflate like a popped balloon hurts a bit too much, so you turn back to your worktable.
He's silent for a long time, and you're just about to start consoling him when he raises his head, tightens his jaw, and balls his fists up.
"Make it anyway. I don't care if it's temporary, I just have to keep my kingdom safe."
You watch him, then. There's something deeply sad behind his eyes, like tears long since hidden away, and you have the strangest impulse to hug him.
But that would be absurd. It could get you thrown out of the kingdom, you're sure of it. So instead, you sigh and continue the potion.
"As you wish. It shouldn't take me long, just have a seat and wait."
Chan does just that, halfheartedly throwing a string around for Felix to chase, and you carefully ignore the feeling of eyes on your back, following your every move.
The potion bubbles on the stove, glowing a deep red, and you curse under your breath.
"Ah, your highness? Can you hand me that vial of lemongrass on the table?"
The potion can't be left alone even for a moment at this stage, and Felix didn't seem eager to move from his spot underneath the table.
"Oh, of course!" To his credit, Chan is quick.
He hands you the vial with shaking hands, though, and you look at him as you pour it in.
"Are you alright? If you're cold I can set up the fireplace."
Chan shakes his head and places his hands behind his back, as if he wasn't trembling from head to toe.
"No, I'm fine. I'm not cold."
You just stare at him, unblinking, and he cracks in record time.
"Okay, fine. I'm not cold, but- I just- you didn't react. Not really."
"React to what?"
You turn back to the pot, cutting the heat and reaching up for a glass bottle.
"I just told you I'm gay! And I'm the prince! That doesn't... I don't know, warrant any reaction?"
You sigh, opening the bottle. "I'm not homophobic, if that's what you're worried about. I don't care all that much. Hell, I wouldn't have much room to talk anyway."
Chan recoils so quickly you think you splashed him with the potion, but it's all safely in it's bottle.
"You're- wh- I mean, that's great!"
You can't help but laugh, leaning against the counter to face him properly.
"Yes Chan, I'm gay. Sort of. Gender doesn't matter to me, not even for myself. Now, how are we proceeding with this information?"
"I can't do anything with it."
There's something... Off in how he says it. Something soft, almost hopeful.
"What do you mean?"
Chan's ears go red, and his eyes fix on a point over your shoulder.
"I can't. It wouldn't be- I can't. Forget I said anything."
You were only joking, but now Chan seemed melancholy, and you couldn't stand for that.
"The potion's ready. Split it with the person you choose, and it will work. For whoever you pick it will likely be permanent, but for you... Expect a few years, tops."
You hand the bottle to him, reaching for a cork to seal it, and Chan shrieks.
You jump back as Chan drops the bottle, holding his hand, and watch in horror as the glass and all it's contents splash across the floor and all over him.
"Oh- Oh my god! Your highness, I'm so sorry! The bottle shouldn't have been hot, I- I really didn't mean to, gods I'm-"
You reach for your wand, hands shaking, wracked with guilt and fear, but stop dead in your tracks when Chan rips off his shirt.
It catches a candle you set on the counter and burns up into nothing but ash.
Your mouth moves on autopilot to clean up the potion while you put the pieces together.
The lemongrass should have cooled the potion down immediately, leaving it perfectly handleable, if a little warm.
It certainly shouldn't have been hot enough to make Chan shout like that, or drop the entire container.
"Chan? Are you... Okay?"
"Yes. I want you to buy me a new shirt."
He blinks, as if startled by his own words, and you resign yourself to being exiled the moment this is all over.
Fuck.
"Fuck."
You step forward and examine the vial Chan handed you, and sure enough the label says basil, not lemongrass.
"I... I think I made you a truth serum."
You rarely ever make them, and you've never made such a large batch. And Chan has all of it affecting him.
Fuck.
"Oh."
Chan grimaces and looks down at his hands, shifting from foot to foot.
"That's bad."
"Mhm."
You both stare at the glass still scattered on the floor, perfectly still, until Felix jumps onto the counter and hisses.
It breaks the awkward moment and you can't be more grateful for it, scooping him up and letting him ride on your shoulders as you sweep up the glass.
"You shouldn't be unsupervised like this. I've never made a truth serum that potent, and though it shouldn't have any bad effects it could still get you in trouble."
"I don't want to leave. I want to stay with you."
You nearly drop the broom, faltering a little at his bluntness. You really should be expecting it, but it still makes your heart pound.
"Well, that makes this very easy, then. Um... I'll make tea. Go have a seat, please." It's mostly just a way to get him and his fucking skin out of your sight for a minute so you don't burn up just like his shirt.
"Yes sir." The way he says it is almost teasing. Almost. It's just serious enough to make you gape at him as he walks through the curtain, pointedly not sitting down.
He traces his hands along all the furniture and knickknacks, reading every potion label, inspecting every orb. He's surprisingly delicate, likely used to treating things with care, so you don't make him stop. If he stays entertained like that, there's less chance of him spilling a secret of the castle. At least then you wouldn't be executed by morning.
You carry the tea tray into the main room, setting it on the coffee table and settling down on a cushion.
"Prince Chan, come get your tea."
He smiles at you, wide and sparkling, and you have to turn back to your tea so he doesn't see you blushing.
"Your ears turned really red. Mine do that too, when I'm embarrassed. Mother calls me "dumbo" because of it."
It's jarring, hearing such personal things in such a casual tone. It almost felt like you were good friends having tea, not virtual strangers who are both going to be in deep trouble when morning comes.
"Come get your tea, your highness. And- if you can, refrain from speaking."
"No," he says, sitting right next to you, pulling his teacup with him. Your shoulders touch, and his skin is so soft. You almost choke on the tentative sip you'd taken, and it doesn't go unnoticed. "I like talking to you, it's nice."
"It's- I enjoy it too, but you're just here for a potion, which I'll remake properly once you work this out of your system."
Chan hums, and then, like the cat currently curled up at your feet, nuzzles his face into your neck.
This has to be some sort of fever dream, right? The prince, next in line to be king, is nuzzling against your neck and pressing kisses there.
The king who also happens to be gay, and shirtless, and under a truth serum.
You shoot up so fast you almost trip, rushing up the stairs with an excuse of finding him a shirt.
It's not really a lie, you do dig through your closet and find him a shirt, though it lies discarded on your bed as you scream into a pillow.
Just a few hours ago you were sleeping peacefully, dreaming about the ingredients you were going to buy with your last payout, and now you're hiding from a very very hot man who you may or may not have been ogling for the past year.
A fever dream. That's really the only explanation.
"Why are you screaming?"
You don't acknowledge him, just scream a little louder. If you're loud enough, maybe he'll go away.
He must have royal attendants, you're sure someone else will be willing to babysit him until he gets back to normal.
"Oi!"
You freeze. It's not that you don't want to move, or that his voice has stunned you still, it's the fact that Chan has climbed on top of you and pinned your hands to the bed.
So. You're face down on the bed, head shoved into a pillow, with a gay shirtless prince straddling your back.
"Wake up, wake up, wake up..."
"You're not sleeping. Now tell me why you were yelling!"
Chan's voice, despite his position, isn't very steady. He seems actually worried, and though you'd go about verifying someone's wellbeing very differently, you can't really blame him right now.
"You are why I'm yelling, dumbass. Think about this position for maybe 5 seconds and you'll want to scream too!"
And he does.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5...
"I don't want to scream. I want to make you scream."
Because you're nothing if not obedient, you scream again.
His hands tighten a little on your wrists and his mouth is so close to your neck you can feel his breath, shaking and hot.
"I've liked you for so fucking long. I mostly came here because I wanted to flirt, and if I came any other time I'd have to be escorted," he leans in closer, somehow, lips brushing against your ear, "I wanted to be alone with you, like this. I wanted to hold you like this, or have you do it to me, I'm not really picky."
You shout again, but it's more like a whine. He takes away this luxury, though, by pulling away and turning you onto your back.
He barely gives you a moment to breathe, though, because now he's straddling your hips and you're pressed right against his ass and—
"Yes or no. I'm not going to take advantage of you, of this, but I am a little grateful for the opportunity. So tell me, do you want this?"
He leans in close again, an action you're gonna need to make him stop doing for the sake of your own heart, and whispers, "Do you want me? Because fuck, I want you."
And, well. What really is there to say to that?
"Yes. Chan, yes."
He shifts his head and grips your jaw tight as he kisses you, primal and deep and intense.
Fire sparks between your lips, your saliva working as gasoline and burning up every inch of trepidation about this, about eachother.
"Fuck, too many fucking clothes. I liked the sweats better."
You can only manage a breathy laugh because he's grinding down as he kisses you, dragging your shirt up your chest and off your arms.
"I want to bite you. Can I? Please?"
It's all you can do to force your head to nod before he attacks you like a man starved, biting and sucking and licking everywhere, your chest, your neck, even your shoulders and arms. He leaves hickeys right between the veins on your wrist and it's embarrassing how good it feels but you can't feel any emotion other than raw need as he touches you, skin like a branding iron.
"Chan- ah, fuck- pants, something, come on."
He laughs, long and dark, biting your chest particularly hard, and you thrash a little in the sheets. Mercifully, he does slide down your pants and toss them over to the side, eyeing you like a wolf stalking a gazelle.
"Chan." You're not really sure why you say it, but the words leave your mouth anyway and his head snaps up, tilting in a way that could almost be cute if his eyes weren't so dark. It just seems condescending now, and you shrink back a little.
"Nothing, sorry. Just- I don't... I don't exactly do this a lot."
Instead of softening, Chan's mouth splits open in a wide, predatory grin, and he ducks his head down.
A dream could never feel this vivid, this intense, this perfect.
Chan's tongue is thick and hot and draws sweet little lines up and down your cock, teasing, but it feels so nice you can't even complain.
"Bang Chan! Oh- Jesus!"
He finally, finally opens his mouth wide and takes you, all of you in one smooth stroke, and it's so good your hands move on their own, pulling at his hair as you arch your back.
"This is- please, please, wait a second, fuck-"
"If you want me to stop because you're going to cum, you've got another thing coming."
That draws a long keen from your lips and you can't even control it as your mouth opens around a scream, silent at first and then very loud as he reaches a hand up to cup your balls as well.
There's white on his lips when he pulls off, but you're too blissed out to notice much else.
Chan is a blur of colors and shapes and sounds as he climbs back up your body, kissing your cheeks and neck while you try and drag yourself back into the land of the living.
"You're fucking insane, you know that?"
"I had a hunch."
You barely manage a laugh, but that's enough for Chan. "Are you feeling okay? That looked like it took a lot out of you."
You swat his arm, and shut your eyes because your brain seems caught up on how many freckles are in the area.
"I'm peachy. In tip top shape. Over the moon."
"Do you have sex spells?"
It's so random you almost don't answer him, but then you think about it some, and an idea roots itself in your head.
"Yes. Lots of spells can be made into sexual stuff, but there are some specifically for that."
"Like what?"
Hesitantly, you reach for your spare wand on the dresser and tap Chan's shoulder, whispering "sensitive" over the area.
"What was that?"
You smack him with the wand, just a light tap, and he collapses, entire arm buckling with the pain.
"Fuck!"
You can't help but giggle, quickly reversing the spell. "So yeah, sensitivity's a common one. I can turn anything into a sex toy if I want, I can restrain you, I can make lube, all kinds of stuff. Depends on what you're into, really."
"I'm into whatever you want me to be." You snort, and then pause, because that couldn't have been a joke.
"Oh yeah?"
He nods, eyes suddenly very serious. You sit up to look at him better, but he doesn't move from his spot against the bed, underneath you. You straddle his hips on a whim, reversing your positions from earlier, looking down into his eyes.
"Do whatever you want, I mean it. At least try. I'll tell you if I don't like it."
It's dizzying, having so many options and the opportunity to pursue all of them, but it only takes you a few moments to formulate a plan. First, you cast sensitive on his entire chest and watch him squirm for a moment, the cool air suddenly feeling like too much against his flushed skin.
"Good vibes." you whisper to your wand, and smile as it lights up with energy, gently vibrating in your hand. It's completely silent, so Chan is taken by surprise when you press it against his chest. You drag long lines across his skin, watching him writhe and shake against the touch, not quite stimulating but enough to make his cock throb against you, still trapped in it's cloth confines.
"You're so cute when you squirm." You comment, tracing circles around one of his nipples. that sends him a step over the edge, and he starts to whine.
"Please, just- dont tease, I can't take it!"
"Oh, come on. You can take a little vibration, can't you? This is nothing, really. I can barely feel it."
"You aren't the one with a sensitivity spell on!" Chan's face is so red his anger is more cute than intimidating, and you reach over to pinch a nipple as a small punishment.
"Shh, you're fine. I know how it feels, you'll survive. Just relax and enjoy, okay?"
He shakes his head but doesn't say anything else, which could also be because you make the sensitivity spell spread down to his hips. He lets out a ragged breath, anticipation making him squirm.
"Tell me what you want me to do right now."
You didn't have to listen, but it would be nice to have a little guidance.
"I want you to grind down on me. You're so hot, and so close and-"
You do as he says, pressing your hips down onto his and moaning at the friction. Chan shoves his face into a pillow, ears almost glowing red.
"Like that?"
He nods, but doesn't show his face again. You tisk, reaching over to grip his jaw between your thumb and middle finger. You're not gentle as you turn his head back to face you, but his eyes roll back all the same.
"I asked a question, I expect a verbal answer."
He swallows hard, and you follow the movement of his Adam's apple with your nail just to watch him shudder.
"Y-yeah. Like that, please. Again."
You hum, pretending to consider the idea. You shift your weight from one knee to the other, just barely pressing down, and his whines sound like music.
"Do you deserve it?"
This seems to stump him. He opens his mouth, starts a sentence, but it dies on his tongue.
His eyebrows bunch up with frustration, such a cute and innocent expression for his current position.
"The- the serum. I don't think I can answer that."
You raise an eyebrow, but it does make sense. He's not allowed to lie, but he doesn't know what would make him deserving of it, so he can't tell the truth.
"Hm. I think you do. You've been good, besides not answering me."
His eyes light up, and you almost feel bad for climbing off of him.
His entire body slumps, and he scrambles up to try and chase you, even though you've only moved to sit beside him.
Still, you soothe him down with a firm hand on his chest and smile, letting him calm down.
"You said..."
He sounds so lost, so shocked, that you almost feel bad. As a consolation, you get to work.
Removing his pants and briefs isn't an issue - Chan is eager to raise his hips so you have better access.
And truly, no matter how much you pretend to be put together, all it takes is the sight of his dick to have you scrambling.
"Whoa."
Chan is big.
His cock is long and thick, curving up towards his navel and twitching, as if beckoning you closer. The tip is red and glistening with precum already, and your head moves on its own to lick it up.
Chan's entire body jolts, thighs tensing by your shoulders.
"Isn't this better than just grinding?"
Chan nods frantically before remembering your previous rule and stammering out a "Yes, so much better."
You take your time at first, tongue dragging up from his balls up to the tip, licking up the bead of precum the movement draws up. He's tangy and almost sweet, not at all bitter like you'd imagined.
The acknowledgement, even internally, that you've imagined how Chan tastes floors you, so you suck his tip into your mouth as a distraction.
Chan doesn't seem to have any words left as he devolves into whines and whimpers, hips pushing up into your mouth as best he can.
You try your best to keep his hips pinned down, but having his cock in your mouth is almost intoxicating.
He smells like heat and chestnuts and sex, and this feeling almost rivals some of the aphrodisiac potions you've made. Before you even realize it, your mouth falls open around him and he begins thrusting inside, one hand gripping the back of your head tightly.
You're not sure how he managed to start fucking your face without you even noticing, but you are absolutely not complaining.
Chan's pace is intense, careful, but far from gentle. The tip of his cock presses against your throat with every thrust, brushing against the roof of your mouth, and somehow you're moaning more than he is.
That's not to say that Chan wasn't moaning. On the contrary, Chan hadn't stopped making noise since the moment you wrapped your lips around him.
Muffled curses, choked off moans, and high pitched whines tumble out of his mouth like ashes across your skin, and it's all you can do to grip his thighs while he works himself up to the edge.
"Shit, shit. You're so beautiful. Fuck, so hot-" You can't help but moan at the praise, and the extra vibration pushes him over the edge.
He presses in deep and lets out a shout so loud it blocks out any other noise in the room, for a moment.
You swallow around him, but don't pull off. His cock feels nice in your mouth, filling it nicely even as he begins to soften.
He has to pull you off by the hair, because his insistent tapping on your shoulder doesn't make you move an inch.
You pout when he finally gets you off, eyes still looking at his cock with longing.
"You taste very good, in case you didn't know."
Chan laughs, embarrassed and spent, one hand over his face and the other on his chest.
"I do know. I've- I've tasted myself before."
That...
That image is too much. Way, way, way too much.
"Oh." You whisper, letting out a shaky laugh, deciding to shove that piece of information into the back of your mind.
You rest your head on one of his thighs and look up at him, smiling warmly. "You're very pretty."
Chan somehow blushes harder, peering down at you from between his fingers.
"So are you." There's something pained in his eyes, even past the blissful haze.
"What's wrong?"
He shakes his head, looking away, and you climb back up his body to lie next to him.
"C'mon. It's good that the truth serum's wearing off, but I want to know."
"I don't want this to end. But we can't. We can't do this again."
His voice cracks on the last word, but you're not sure how to reassure him. Chan was right, of course. He was the prince, he came here to fall in love with someone else. Doing any of this was a horrible idea, and the reality of that hits you like a truck.
"Ah. I... I understand." He looks at you, eyes glossy with unshed tears.
"No, its- I'm not rejecting you! That's not what this is, I- I swear, if I had a choice I'd- I'd court you properly, and we could actually be together."
You think about that, for a moment.
An idea springs up in your head, small, but quickly growing as you indulge it.
"What if... What if we could?"
Chan sits up, eyebrows furrowed. "What are you talking about? We can't."
You crawl off of the bed, rummaging through a drawer for a spell book. Chan watches you, baffled, but you don't pay him any mind as you flip through the worn pages.
"Aha! Look!" He gets up to read over your shoulder, but it's all written in scrawling lettering, most of it in Latin. "Don't read, just- This spell can disguise someone's appearance for an indefinite amount of time. If I change my appearance to look more like a girl, you could just marry me."
Chan blinks. Blinks again. Then he giggles, which turns into a laugh, and within seconds he's cackling and tugging you into his arms.
"You are amazing." He says, and you can't help but laugh too, squeezing him tight.
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The next morning, glamored to look as feminine as your magic will allow and in your nicest dress, Chan presents you to his family.
He keeps a hand on you the entire time, on your back or your hip or your arm, and though his parents are hesitant, even they can't deny the way you look at eachother.
"Do you prefer summer or spring weddings?" His mother asks you, and your heart threatens to burst out of your chest.
