pairing: 방찬 𝓍 fem!reader
word count: 1,137
tags: fluff, comedy, smut, marriage au, pet names (baby, sweetheart, etc.), daddy kink, slight mommy kink, breeding kink, unprotected sex
⌗ lexi's notes: For @ksmutsociety Frost and Fire Holiday Exchange! @iridescentxstars Happy Holidays and I am so sorry for taking forever with this, I hope you enjoy it! Not proofread!
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𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 𓇬 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃!
“Alright, time to eat!” Your mother’s words rang out from the dining room, her tone loving but assertive as she set the last piece of kitchenware down on the table. Your sisters and brothers crowded in behind you both, their Christmas sweaters scratching your skin upon impact with you en route to the food. Chan didn’t miss a beat, diving and dodging through your family like he’s always been there. And, since he decided to put a ring on your finger, he would always be a part of it now.
The holiday celebrations in your home country left a portion of anxiety swirling in your gut, knowing Chan would have to make arrangements with work to take off enough time to celebrate with your parents and siblings. Admittedly, you didn’t know how to spend Christmas without him at this point, despite all the traditions that existed before he ever became a staple in your life. And you missed home. The palm trees, beaches with endless shade, and the warmth of summer in December. But you would’ve missed your husband more, and there was no way to envision him anywhere but right next to you, especially during the end of the year.
“Do you want an extra plate, baby?” Chan asks from over his shoulder, managing to scoop enough food on both of your plates and handling another if you so desire it. You wave your hand in contentment, patting the chair next to you to signal you want him to come closer sooner rather than later. A small smile paints his face, and he brings your food to you before kissing you firmly on the cheek.
“You both are so gross, it’s cute,” your oldest sister teases from her seat across the table.
“I think it’s just plain gross,” your littlest brother pipes up with a squeaky voice, poking his tongue out after making his comment. Your mother smacks him on the shoulder, and the entire family bursts into laughter at the corporal punishment inflicted upon the small child.
“Just wait until you have your own kids, Chris. You’ll be hearing that and more for a lifetime,” your dad notes.
You take a swig of your glass of red wine, suddenly flustered. Your family continues to laugh, but you grow silent, unsure how to respond to your father’s commentary.
You always knew kids would be apart of the picture one day, but you only became a wife two months ago. Would it be too soon to imagine becoming a mother and adding kids to the mix in the not so distant future?
Chan just nods and smiles, tipping his beer in your father’s direction with a silent confirmation. Some day.
Your father decides to take the boys, Chan included, out to pick up some more snacks and drinks for the remainder of your stay at the house, and that gives you the perfect time to discuss the topic when nobody can pester either of you. You pull out your phone and type out the text to your husband, your sisters and mother focused on their own tasks of cleaning the kitchen and living room as you become glued to your phone.
Some hours later, Chan tiptoes up the stairs to your childhood bedroom and immediately gets to work, crashing his lips into yours with a fiery kiss. He tastes like peppermint and chocolate milk, the snacks he must have consumed on his way back to you hitting your nose with a mixture that is entirely him, the man that you love. His passion pours out in teeth and tongue, mouths moving swiftly against skin as your clothes are discarded quietly to not awake your parents and siblings in their respective rooms.
“I can’t wait to fill you up,” Chan whispers as his hands move down to hover above your underwear, circling the wet patch at the center of your panties. “You’ve been wet since I left, haven’t you?”
You nod vigorously, clawing at the skin of your husband’s back as he dips his finger beneath the fabric to meet your wet folds. His thumb fiddles with your clit messily, gliding against the wet nub with practiced patience. Chan swallows your moans with his tongue inside of your mouth as he slips two fingers inside of your heat, but all you can focus on is writhing your hips against his hand harder and faster. It’s so easy to give into him, even if the rest of the people in the house could be in danger of hearing your pliability.
The first orgasm comes quick and sharp, your nerve endings lit on fire by the rapid force of his digits in and around your core.
He strips of you of your remaining clothes and rests you on your back, kissing his way down your neck and chest as his cock glides through the aftermath of your pleasure, soaking the head of it with your previous release. He litters your skin with bites, your chest blooming with his marks of possession.
“So messy, sweetheart,” Chan whispers before sinking inside of you. You clutch onto his biceps for support, nails dipping into his skin as your overstimulated body twitches between your husband’s arms and legs. “Can’t wait to make you a mama. You’ll be so beautiful, I know you will.”
The words slip from your mouth so quickly, you don’t register it until the letters fill the room like the sounds of your wet bodies colliding. “Yes, Daddy, I want it so bad.”
The word makes Chan’s hips roll harder into you, snap faster into your tight pussy, and you think he may just break you before he has the chance to spill his load inside of you. But you wouldn’t mind, either way. He’s pulling you to the precipice with a tight hand, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Gonna come for me, mama? Let me put a baby in you like you want, sweetheart?” He runs his hand back through your wetness, pinching your clit with his thumb and index finger.
“Yes—oh shit, I’m coming, Chan.”
“Me too, baby. Let’s do it together.”
A few more flexes of Chan’s hips and you’re both gone, crying into each other’s mouths as your husband’s seed fills you to the brim. He paints the inside of you with his warm cum, and you keep your hold on him to make sure none of it seeps out.
“You really think this isn’t too soon?” you ask in a hushed murmur, suddenly bashful.
Chan laughs and wipes the sweat from your forehead lovingly. “How could it be when it’s you and me?”
You nod, agreeing with his rhetorical question. “I love you, Daddy.”
Your husband chuckles once again and kisses your lips with a tender touch. “I love you too, mama.”
a.n. : not sure im going to call this a return from my writing hiatus but i wrote and i liked it enough that i decided to post it. anw a VERY self indulgent fic i hope i get real comfort like that some day in life😭🤞🏻. also this is not proofread dont grill me if you find mistakes just ignore them.
dividers by @cafekitsune <3
the sound of glass shattering and metal hitting the ground echoed through the entire house. the voice of a man and a woman screaming at each other came next, making your heart beat faster.
this was the second time this week.
you didnt need to hear to know what they were saying. yelling, rather. you already knew. it was always the same reason.
it was a pattern. a vicious cycle of sorts. an 'i didnt know this' or a 'you didnt tell me earlier' was all it took. one thing lead to another and this where it would always end up.
" YOU ALWAYS DO THIS! YOU HAVE NEVER..."
you didnt want to listen. you never did. but each time, your brain betrayed you. it would refuse to do as you said, focusing only on the screaming and crying rather than blocking it out.
each sentence brought a familiar sting to your eyes, lungs constricting with anxiety. minutes went by, and the noises suddenly stopped. somehow, the silence made it worse. breathing only got harder as one of your hands came up to claw at your throat, a failed attempt to gather your bearings and breathe.
it would only get harder, your lungs refusing to work. there was a sudden ringing in your ears. it felt as though you were underwater, someone calling out your name with desparation.
"...y/n?"
"y/n, baby wake up."
"Y/N!"
you jolted upright and gasped for air. your body was covered with sweat, and you touched your face to find it covered with tears.
"baby, are you okay?"
the voice was chan's, tinged with a note worry.
you looked at him. his hair was a curly mess, sticking up in all sorts of directions. gentle moonlight snuck through the window and landed on him, allowing you to see him better.
there was a small crease between his eyebrows, telling you that he was really worried. he moved his hand to cup your cheek, asking softly, "another nightmare?"
his question reminded you of your personal hell on earth, and a sob made its way out of your throat.
"come here," he whispered.
your limbs moved on autopilot then. one moment you were tangled up in sheets, the next you were in chan's lap.
your arms found their way around his shoulders, and you buried your face in the crook of his neck.
the comfort of his embrace brought another another sob to your throat, and soon, you were a crying mess.
he held you close, slowly rocking back and forth and rubbing small, comforting circles on your back.
im home. im in my bed. im with him. im safe. everythings okay.
you repeat the mantra constantly in your head, and slowly the tears subsided. you dont know how long you sat there. minutes, maybe even hours.
"better now?"
you nod, still reeling from the effects of your nightmare. an apology followed next, which made chan's brow crease again, this time in confusion.
"for waking you up. i know how hard it is for you to get sleep, and you have an early morning tomorrow. i should probably let you get some rest i dont know why— "
"shh," he broke you off, putting a finger on your lips.
"dont apologise, sweeheart. i want to be there for you. i dont care if i lose sleep. you needed me and im glad i was with you. you always come first."
"but—"
he interrupted you again, this time by placing a kiss to your lips. "no buts," he said.
"but what if—"
he kissed you once more, just a tad bit longer than earlier, before he pulled back and said, "no ifs either."
you were about to speak again, but he pecked your lips once more, not allowing you to speak.
this time, it brought a small smile to your lips.
chan pulled you back to the mattress with him, hugging you close and placing a kiss to your forehead.
"thankyou, chrissy boy," you said softly. "i love you."
"i love you more. now sleep. cant have my girlfriend looking like a racoon in the morning now, can i?"
he earned himself a smack on the butt for that one.
sypnosis: being the main producer and the main dancer isn’t an easy task to maintain, especially not to chan and minho, who are well-known for these two roles respectively. however after seeing how worn out chan is, minho offered another way of destressing, and opted to share his bunny with him.
words: 5.1k
warning: piv, threesome, strip tease, fellatio, slight frottage, dom!chan, dom!minho, discussion of free-use, pet names (bunny, baby girl, and others), reader is referred as girlfriend and uses she/her as her pronouns, cuckolding, lower cap intended, mentions of spit and corruption, unprotected double penetration (wrap before you tap), just outright filth
extra notes: FINALLY,,,,, THE MOMENF WE’VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR,,,,,, MY SECOND MINCHAN PIECE 😔🙏 i was so ready to scrap it but i finally did it 💆♀️ i hope you all enjoy it !!! i appreciate if y’all gave me feedbacks and revlog it please 🥺🙏 thank you !!!
side note (?): also im not sure if i set up a tag list or not, but i remembered someone asking to be tagged when this publish, but i can’t remember their @ :((( whoever you are please lmk
This is no way representative of the way Stray Kids act. They’re nothing but references of character, and in no shape or form is this how they act. And I am in no way romanticizing or glamorizing any toxic behavior exhibited, they’re just stories that is meant to be read. Readers discretion is advised.
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!
it was a late work hour.
everyone has packed their stuff and opted to leave to their homes and take the rests they deserve or have some quality time with their loved ones with the ounce of energy they maintain, as one should. however that wasn’t the case for the two oldest members of stray kids.
it was a conscious and coincidenental decision they both made, as they felt like they needed to do more for the group’s upcoming project.
so right now one’s tapping on the mouse whilst wearing headphones that blares out the music that he created, adjusting the vocals and beats of the songs that he make, with the help of changbin, jisung and other producers of course, whom left the studio not too long ago. meanwhile in the dance studio, one’s stepping and moving his body in ways not many can achieve, following beautifully along with the music that is planned to be released sometime soon.
both of them were rightfully exhausted from the mountainous of work they’re putting themselves through. both chan and minho turned off the music in their respective rooms as they both packed up their things to leave the building. intially, chan’s plan was to just simply just take a shower, he knew he needed it after a long hard word day, and maybe start working out and write another song he has in mind— his insomnia will never give him a break. minho has planned to do the same thing as well but he also wants to spend time with her…
his bunny.
he had texted her prior to get ready before he arrives, because he knew he wasn’t going to sleep almost instantly. once he heard a ding on his phone, he picked it up from his pocket and looked down at the notification.
it was from y/n.
he opened up the message and smirked at what he saw on the screen. her being sat on the ground with a baggy white button down shirt on, more than likely to his white shirt, with one sleeve slumped over that exposes her lacey black bra. she pouted into the camera as you showcased the most feign innocent eyes to him. she looked too cute in the picture, he thought, he couldn’t wait to get his hands on her.
being too indulged into the picture and responding back with a simple “i’m on my way,” to his quote-on-quote bunny, he ended up bumping into someone making him twist his body to whoeverhe had impacted.
“hey, watch where you’re go—” he nearly scolded at whoever he had just hit, assuming it was a trainee or a staff member—maybe even his boss—, until he recognized the big black hoodie and mop of dyed curly hair, “oh, hey bang chan, i didn’t see you there,” he spoke softly, more apologetically even. but chan seems to be unphased with minho’s impact or his near chastisement, as he only tiredly smiled at the younger man in front of him, “don’t worry about it.”
minho couldn’t help but observed the man in front of him, eyeing his face mainly. he looked matte dry, skin looking whiter than the walls that surround them, a reddish purple halo forming around his hooded eyes, had it not for his odd habit of applying chapsticks every five seconds, minho would mistaken him for a walking dead. this man was the epitome of exhaustion in human form.
“jesus, man, you look like shit,” minho bluntly spoke, making chan scratch his neck in abashment.
”well, thats a great way to boost my already damaged self-esteem, thanks,” chan responded back, sarcasm was present in his tone but awareness was very present as well.
minho knew that chan puts himself in so much work, so much that he puts his own health and sleep in jeopardy, which minho finds very ironic and hypocritical, since he‘s the one who would often tell the boys and stays to take care of themselves and put their healths first over everything. but nevertheless, he can still see the man slowly deteriorating.
”no, but for real, man, you need to rest,” minho said, concern laced in his tone, which chan just shook his head and flail his hand up and down, “nah, don’t worry about it, i’m not that tired.”
minho was not convinced that from the inside out that chan was not stressed or worn out, but he had to take his word for it. its one thing minho learned from past experience; is to not test chan and anger him, the patient and quite ones are always the scariest when mad afterall— so much so, even minho himself, who does not get intimidated by others easily, fears him. however, minho still felt like he had to intervene and think fast before chan would go do something that will debilitate him physically, and maybe mentally.
“well, i have an idea, why don’t you come with me, yeah?“ minho suggested, making chan furrow his eyebrows in confusion.
minho has no idea what has gotten into him, but he knew he had to improvise in ord to help his friend out. he is hesitant to do what he’s doing, but he still thinks that chan might need it.
bemused, chan replied, “isn‘t your girlfriend at home waiting for you? i thought you had plans,”
meanwhile minho’s relationship was private and secretive to the public, his bandmates still very well know of her existence and have interacted with her from time to time, and chan was no exception of that. chan has met her a couple of times and he sense nothing but good vibes from her, and he trusts her with taking care of minho. and he especially knows that she and minho are preoccupied this evening, so it was odd for minho to just invite him on the day she and him were supposed to hang out.
“well, yeah, but i’m sure she’s gonna be fine with that,” minho responded with a shrug, almost like he doesn’t get why chan would mention it in the first place. but chan didn’t buy it that easily, he didn’t ruin your presumed long awaited plan you two had, so he politely declined.
”sorry, man, i’d love to come over, but i don’t wanna get in the way.”
minho flailed his arm as he wrapped his arm around his friend’s shoulder, “chan, trust me, y/n and i had this day planned for us to relieve our stress, i’m offering you to join along because i think you needed it the most.”
minho’s word sounded more convincing than he previously was. chan was under the impression that you two had a late night dinner or something along the lines of that, based on the way he worded it at least. but still, chan didn’t budge just yet.
”i don’t know, lino,” chan seemed very hesitant with minho’s request. part of him wants to accept his offer and wonder what it is that you two do to relax, and also his place wasn’t far so it wouldn’t hurt to stop by and rest a little bit. however, there’s this part of him where he feels guilty for getting into the way of a very intimate moment between the two of you, despite the fact minho offered him to come in anyway.
minho just looked at chan blankly and shrugged with a sigh, “i’m just saying, i think you might want to come in and join us for tonight” his voice was very dark and raspy, almost seductive even. something about minho’s tone and attitude just now sent chan into alarmed mode.
what does he mean by that?
chan thought to himself as he looked at the boy with wide eyes and confusion, with minho smiling menacingly and nudged chan’s shoulder, pulling him closer to his side as they started walking,
“let’s go… i think y/n would be pleased to see you”
“i regret this already” chan thought to him, walking behind minho.
as soon as they were going up the stair to his complex—upon chan’s request—, minho was smirking all along, making chan even more suspicious, slowly regretting for accepting his offer. ”minho, i don’t know what you are planning, but you‘re freaking me out,” chan finally proclaimed as they arrived at the door of his apartment.
minho sighs as he turned to chan, his hands on both of his shoulders, and shook him slightly, “look, y/n and i have a mini surprise for you, sure it maybe last minute, but i know it’ll be a worthwhile for you,” he got closer to his ears to whisper, “i know this is something you’ve always wanted.”
chan froze in his place, as minho backed away from him, one of his corner of his lips perked up in a half smile before turning around to open up the door. chan‘s face flushed at his words, he wants to say he is clueless about minho’s words but for some reason he can see the dots being connceted, and is nervous to whats become.
“bunny?…” minho called out before turning back to chan, his head tiled to the direction of his house, signaling him to come in, “c’mon, don’t be shy.”
chan gulped before walking into the house. it was slightly dimmed, the living room window showcased the night of seoul with the lights of the skyscrapers from a distance sprinkling along the dark city, meanwhile the lamp in the corner tried its best to illuminate the room slightly.
“y/n? where are you, baby? i’ve got channie with me,” minho called out, almost softly, which weirded out chan a bit. minho was always known to be slightly impetuous and hotheaded, so seeing him being all soft and gentle was a rare sight to see—and creeped chan out. minho offered chan to sit on the sofa as they both waited for you to come out.
the silence and wait was getting tensed by the second, minho‘s nonchalant leg cross as his fingers tapped on the armchair patiently was contrasting chan’s anxious shakey legs, and lip bite. the calm man took notice of his apprehensive friend, as he just snickered at him, “dude, relax, its not like y/n is coming with a knife and kill you.”
before chan would retort back and tell him that what he said wasn’t funny, his head snapped to the direction of the hallway, where he heard a door opening and footsteps. minho and chan knew who was coming up, but minho got up with a smile as the walking figure came out of the hallways, simultaneously chan‘s bitten lips escaped out of its mouth as his mouth was open agape.
it was y/n.
it was y/n in a way chan has never thought of seeing her in flesh like that. she walked out in a simple robe, her hair neatly made yet not too much styling, her skin naturally bare with only an addition of mascara, light blush and lipgloss. she looked at minho with a smile as he approached her, “hey, bunny,” he softly spoke before he wrapped his arm her waist and planted a lip-lock kiss.
feeling like a third-wheel, chan just shook his head and looked away, wondering to himself, “what the fuck is going on?!”
when minho pulled away, he leaned in to whisper, but the action was seeming to be irrelevant because it was still loud enough that chan is capable of hearing what he is saying, “you know what to do, take care of channie for me.”
sealing off the words with an encouraging forehead kiss and light smack in her behind. this whole time you and chan maintained eye contact through the reflection of the window. minho suddenly disappears into the hallway while she just walked over to chan, his head still facing away from her, but his eyes are still on you through the reflection.
once she stood in front of chan, he turned around and looked up at her. as clueless and guilty as he feels for thinking like this, she looked so angelic with the way she stood in front of him, leaning down to him and smiling to him. her face glowed perfectly up close, the robe slightly slumped down, giving him a view of her cleavage and her black bra. his ears burned red the more her face got closer to him, gulping with every closing inch. he shouldn’t feel like this, that’s his friend’s girlfriend in front of him, but he cannot help it.
she looked so enchanting…
”hey, channie,” she chuckled, scrunching up her face with a smile. she looks so innocent, but yet her hands roaming around chan’s legs were the complete opposite.
“uh-uh… hey y/n…”
chan gets flustered by the second as he follows her every move, her leaning back slightly just to push him back into the sofa and straddling his lap. she only giggled as her hooded eyes looked down at him, meanwhile chan’s red ears started to spread through his face, his hands float around her figure, unsure if he should touch her. chan turned to see minho’s whereabouts, only to feel a fingertip in his chin and turned his head to the girl sitting on his lap.
“it’s okay, channie, minho told me that you were stressed,” her eyes sparkled in pretend innocence, and her hands just rubbed up and down his shoulders, squeezing from time to time, “i am here to take care of you… is that okay?”
chan was very hesitant at the request, but considering how far this has been going—and how god damn adorable she looked with her crotch placed an inch closer to his almost throbbing cock—he didn’t have the guts to decline, not to a face like her’s.
he sighs through his nose, and nodded, “make me feel good.”
a response that satisfied the girl sat on top of him, she started to get closer and pressed her body to his, sensing her body heat on his hoodie covered torso. she placed her lips on his, escaped moans from both of you but capturing it in their entangled tongues. her hips got in contact with chan’s sweatpants cladded semi-hard length and began grinding on it, cause both to shudder in the movement.
she giggled at the sensation, whilst chan only giggled back in nervousness, before she started to attach her lips into his jaw and neck before grazing it, making him hiss at the pleasuring feeling. even though he would be a liar if he claims that whatever is happening right now is not pleasant to him—quiet the contrary, he’s loving every second of it—, his confusion has never left his head and is still very much resides in his head rent free.
”y’know, channie,” her voice interrupted chan’s near self-doubt thinking, still grinding on him. her voice was breathy and mainly consisted of gasping cuss words due to the feeling of your covered heat rubbing against chan’s cock. chan can sense his cock was getting harder and harder by the second the more she grinded on it, and he was letting out little grunts on the way as he looked up at her.
”i’ve always wanted to do this,” she sighed before speaking, biting her lips as to not get overwhelmed by the stimulation. chan’s eyes squinted yet his head tilted in a questioning matter.
“w-what do you mean?” he stuttered as his hands flailing around, not knowing where to put it.
she bit her lips as she exhaled through her nose, “i talk about you a lot… with... minho and how… i want you and him to… fuck—”
“i want you two to ruin me…”
her words were broken in breaths and moans due to the stimulation and her slight increase of hip movements yet chan, despite being pleasured as well, heard her very well, and to say it shocked him would be an understatement.
he always saw her as a sweet girl, and would admit that she’s very attractive physically, intellectually and personality wise. but he had still lowered his gaze when she’s around and maintained showing respect to her. not only because she’s his friend’s girlfriend, its just sheer basic decency really, he thought to himself. so the fact that she confessed her dirty sin to him as she is rutting herself against him made him feel differently towards her. almost like the guilt he had had shifted something else, something more sinister.
chan only looked up to her with a smirk, eyes suddenly darkened, arms snaked around her waist, pulling her in for a kiss abruptly. her moans were on his tongue as he tasted her mouth, wine and cherries were very present in her mouth creating a bittersweet flavoring for the kiss.
Through her lips, chan whispered, “so minho’s bunny been thinking of other men, huh?” she whimpered at the nickname that sort of held a humiliating meaning to it,
“what a naughty girl.”
his coos were demeaning to her and it shows through her pout and her hips moving faster, making chan breathe heavily at her pathetic moves. chan held her hips for her to stop, which let her whine at the lack of friction. she can sense chan’s length underneath, albeit clothed on both sides, she can sense his girth just placed in her folds. his girth is slightly less than minho’s but chan can definitely beat him in terms of length however.
chan looked up and down on her, from her pretty face, to her black brastrap that sits on her glowing shoulder, to her robe that is tied loosely on her waist. she looked so radiant on top of him, with her bottom lip tugged in her teeth and her eyes sparkling at him, silently begging for him to do something.
before he could give a command, he suddenly heard an affirmative “strip for him,” from the right side of the living room, making both heads twist to the source of the voice.
minho stands with his arms observing both of the figures in front of him with a blank expression. chan was taken aback by his presence and couldn’t help but carry this tiny ounce of guilt for touching his girlfriend. however, it was only tiny because a great majority of his inner guts were exhilirated excitement over how he can make someone else’s muse weak for him.
it’s almost like a profound taboo fetish, he does feel bad for having it in him and doesn’t really want minho’s girlfriend by any means, but just the sheer thought that he can make her all excited and wet for him and it wasn’t by minho, which he is seeing. something about the significant other looking at his partner getting fucked by someone else aroused him.
its like minho read his mind when he uttered what he uttered, which sort of ticked off chan, but he later turned his head back to the sudden light feeling of the air straddling him instead of the girl in front of him. she was looking at minho, almost like she wanted approval from him, to which he only silently nodded back and sat down in the armrest, crossing his legs and arms, observing both of them.
she looked back into chan’s darkened gaze, suddenly feeling the intimidation coursing through her veins. this was different from the gentle and kind chan she always knew, he looked like a predator ready to hunt it’s prey. she looked back at minho, and his gaze wasn’t any different from chan, if anything it was perhaps much more dimmer than what chan carries, but the only difference is that it carried a slight encouragement in his eyes.
he only tilted his head to chan’s direction before her eyes landed back on chan once again and her shaky hands reached the ribbon that wrapped around her waist that kept the robe concealing her body. chan’s eyes traveled with her the direction of her hands disrobing herself with her pulling the loose bow-tied ribbon, allowing the robe loosing in a parallel form exposing just the center part of her body.
she shrugged her shoulders as she slowly lets the robe fall off of her glowing body, showcasing that black lingerie that was hiding from both men, thanks to the fabric earlier. however, despite her not being fully bare, the undergarments left little to the imagination as the bra was sheer to the point that chan can distinguish her nipples very clearly from his view, and her underwear was a laced thong that showcased more of her than what it should be.
chan‘s breath was unsteady, his pale face turned flush, fingers gripped the cushions in a firm manner, as his erection was getting more sore by the second, while minho was contrasting the older man’s appearance; he was calm and collected, you could say he was unbothered if it also wasn’t for his pop up stand in between his legs.
she maintained eye contact with chan as she got closer to him once again. instead of straddling him like last time, she sat on her knees in front of him, her hands pushed his muscular legs apart before getting to the belt lace of the sweatpants and untying it. chan could only anticipate as her movements were agonizingly slow, she sees how his cock twitched as the two seperated laces created an emphasis on his cock, making her smirk menacingly.
”get on with it,” chan groggily whispered as she finally held the top of his pants, along with his boxer, before she pulled it off his hips. his length finally sprung open as it exposed into the cold air and hit his stomach, making him groan in contact. her mouth watered at the scenery, while minho raised his eyebrows in mild surprise at what the leader carried. it was impressive and a pleasant sight to say the least.
however chan suddenly went back to his flustered state, suddenly finding the urge to pull up his pants, that is until she began to tongue kiss the lower shaft, making him jump and let it out a short moan. she kissed up his cock up to his tip, licking the tip slightly, making him throw his back and elicit more moans. she could taste his pre-cum through the slit as she finally inserted her mouth down his cock, the warmth of her mouth and throat made chan shudder and his mouth agap, especially when she started to bob her head.
chan would occasionally buck his hips upwards, resulting in her gagging at the sudden movement, as he pants at how she was taking all of him in her mouth. his eyes cracked open, darting slightly downwards to look at her head moving in a up and down movement.
his eyes were on her and the way she would look up at chan occasionally as a way of saying “does that feel good?” through her feigned-innocent eyes, in contrast to her wet, clenched core.
minho began taking in the sight, he may seem unbothered but he started to feel himself getting hard by the sight. his hand involuntarily started to roam downwards where his cock is located, and had the urge to palm himself right there but he can’t give in just yet, he thought.
”stop.”
she stopped her motion as chan groaned at her paused, ruining his surge of cum that was ready to spill all over her mouth. minho commanded with an expressionless face, as he got up closer to the pair. he pulled her out by the hair, giving chan a look at her messed up face. her face was smeared with her non-waterproof mascara tears—that she may or may not have worn on purpose—as well as how her chin was glistening with spit coating it. she looked like a hot mess, with the emphasis on the hot, at least to the two men.
“you like what you see, huh?” minho teased chan, as he slightly shook his girlfriend head by tugging on her hair, making her whine softly. chan could only gulp and blush as everything was crashing down on him. there was this sense of humiliation that comes with this whole ordeal, but it wasn’t like chan was opposed to. if anything, he seems to be more aroused than he was a few minutes ago.
but he wasn’t going to submit to minho, not at all. instead he only looked back at y/n. she’s only breathing heavily while she gave a feign innocent look mixed with desperate to chan, waiting for him to give her something to do. he darkly smirked, which mirrored minho’s, looking at and getting closer to her.
”i think this bunny of yours wants be fucked by us at the same time,”
that statement made minho raise his eyebrows in amusement, while her eyes were widened as she clenched herself around the air.
”is that so?” minho tilted her head to him, and asked, “is that what you want?”
she could only nod at him with desparation, “uh-ha, please do, i want two cocks in me,” the way it spilled out her mouth was pure filth; exactly how both men liked it.
minho let go of her hair and started to strip, “ride him,” he commanded to her as she did as told, while she was getting up and removing her undergarments, chan was discarding away his clothes out of his body. the three of them are now fully nude, with y/n started with her first move. she laid chan horizontally, letting his head lay on the pillow covered armrest, that he placed himself.
she got on top of him as she aligned her wet slit across his hard cock before slowly inserting and stretching herself out, making him hiss and her whine at the sensation. she was used to minho’s cock before this and, although the thickness was familiar, the more she got lower on chan, the more she elicits more whiney noises. she adjusted to him before she started to slowly lift her hips up, assuming that she was giving minho a view he’s seeing.
unexpetedly, however, she began feeling another stretch from behind making her moan even louder as she threw her head back and landing on a shoulder. minho snuck up behind her while she was adjusting to chan’s length, and when she lifted her hips, that was his cue to insert himself in her other hole.
“move,” this time chan was the one who commanded, but she didn’t follow through immediately as she was overwhelmed by the new sensation of dual pressure. she suddenly felt a smack on her ass, making her jump and moan, turning around to see a sinister blank faced minho, “you heard the man…”
and there, she started to move up and down on the two cocks, making the three elicit loud moans. it looked almost pornographic with the noises, the position, the way the two men gripped at the girl’s body—especially with how chan was holding her hips and minho was holding her chest—, the overall mood was just arousal, as well as the stench.
“fuck bunny you take daddy’s cock so well,” it seems as though chan was thinking out loud while he lets out a lot of elaborate yet hot statements that made her whine out as she rolled her hips more, and thus creating a domino effect as minho—along with chan—groaned with her movements.
the action proceeded for a bit until chan started to proclaim through his groans and heavy breathing that was he was close, along with minho. at that point, she began bouncing on the two cocks, helping them to reach their orgasm faster. chan wanted her to follow along with them, so he began to stimulate her clit with the flicks of his fingers. it’s almost like as if chan telepathically spoke to minho, as he began massaging the girl’s nipples, making her yelp as her thrusts started to become sloppy.
and after a few more thrusts, the three have reached their cloud nine, leaving them breathless and overwhelmed, yet overjoyed, by the new experience. they all just collapsed, with her on top of chan and minho on the backrest of the couch, all three trying to catch their breaths.
after a few minutes of attempting to get back to reality, minho was first to sober up as he got up, holding the girl’s waist as he pulled away from her, making both groan. he could his and chan’s cum seeped through her hole, which caused him to smirk at the sight.
he tapped her side, “baby?“
“hm?”
“you need to get up, you need to clean up as well and i’m sure channie here wants to get cleaned up as well.”
she only nodded and got herself off of chan. chan still laid there in disbelief, not sure if what he experienced was a dream or reality. he was snapped back to reality after he felt a pillow getting thrown at his face.
“hey, mr. i like to get called daddy, get up and wash up, we don’t want you getting infections,” minho rolled his eyes, teasing him with that nickname, making chan blush. minho tilted his head to the direction of the hallway, “the guest bathroom is right at the end of the hallway…”
minho paused before saying, “unless if you want to join us,” giving him a suggestive look.
chan could only look at minho with squinted eyes, only for minho to respond back in feign offense, “oh don’t act like we haven’t just rubbed balls just now… but it’s up to you to join or not,”
and with that weird statement, minho disappea into the hallway to the bathroom, presumably where y/n’s at. chan remained in the couch for a bit, still processing what had happended.
his guilt earlier has drifted and it switched to suddenly excitement, making him laugh at the realization. although, he isn’t sure if he would do this again, but there’s this two things for sure…
he would want to thank minho for this moment… and he really did just rubbed balls with him.
prompt. #17 — “you can’t do that!” “watch me.” from @ficscafe‘s dialogue prompt event and requested by @subways-stuff
description. in which they didn’t tell you that superheroes didn’t always come in suits and capes. some came in casual clothes, OP gold swords and sparky hands.
pairings. son of zeus!bang chan x gender-neutral reader who can see through the mist
warnings. a monster is slayed here, nothing but the typical pjo violence.
word count. 2.8k
notes. please do not ask me about the title. i wrote a sequel-ish for this story and you can read star lost here! :)
You tried to stay as still and as quiet as you could. Which was hard considering that there was nothing but a chunk of metal shielding you from the monster that made itself at home on the otherwise barren rooftop.
It all happened too quickly. One second you were just leaning against the barricade of the building’s rooftop, breathing in the view of the cityscape as a form of relaxation after surviving yet another hectic day. A loud flap from a pair of wings and a near-miss with sharp claws later, you were now slumped against the back of an insufferably smelly garbage trunk in desperation to stay alive.
This was supposed to be my safe place, you thought. It was ironic, really, now that you felt anything but safe.
You had your fair share of seeing otherworldly creatures but you’ve never had an encounter as close as this one. You thought that if you pretended you couldn’t see them then they wouldn’t take notice of your presence either. That didn’t seem to be the case with this creature in particular. It swooped down from a high altitude so quickly that you barely had any time to react before it landed on the spot where you once stood. You only figured it wasn’t friendly at the last moment. Thankfully, it was just enough time for you to escape unharmed.
You didn’t have enough time to study it and right now, you were too scared to even peek and spare it a glance. You imagined it was just as large as the garbage trunk, but not large enough to easily trample your hiding spot or throw it aside. Its grumbles panned from loud to quiet, as if it were pacing around the rooftop to find you. The thought made you laugh to yourself. For such a big, scary creature, it wasn’t all that smart. It evened things out.
You shook your head and reminded yourself that there was still a grave matter at hand.
The pulsing in your ear was still loud, but willing your mind to calm down seemed to work in clearing your thoughts out. The initial panic was beginning to die down and your heart finally seized trying to leap out of your ribcage. Slowly, you listed your options down.
The doorway leading back to the stairwell was only a few feet away. If you ran fast enough, you’d be able to reach it in seconds. The problem was that the creature was faster than you were. It could be anywhere on the platform and it could reach you way before you could safely make your exit. You shuddered at the thought of being caught; you didn’t want to become someone’s—or something’s, rather—dinner tonight.
Dashing for the exit was possible but only if luck was on your side. Any delay on the creature’s part could be crucial (and beneficial) to your survival. If not that, you could always yeet yourself off the building and hope the fall wouldn’t be too bad. Except you were on the rooftop of a building that was a dozen storeys high and there were no safety nets present to catch you.
You thought of sitting it out, playing a waiting game with the predator until it grew tired and set out for another prey. You’ve read about such things happening in books, something on Natural Selection and how survival wasn’t always about being the fittest but also being the smartest as well. But what you thought of doing wasn’t particularly smart either. And as the creature snarled when it got a quiff of your scent again, inching closer and closer to your hiding place, waiting things out didn’t secure your survival at all.
You were running out of time. You’ve laid all your possible options down and none of them secured a hundred percent life rate. Stay put, jump off or run. Only one out of the three didn’t scream certain death upon execution.
Either you moved now, or you might as well be monster dinner.
Snagging one of your sneakers off your foot, you prayed that the lucky shoe would cause enough distraction to deter the creature’s attention away from you. Hopefully, it’d buy you enough time to make your get away.
With little skill and poor aim, you threw the shoe overhead. It landed on a metal plate, rattling as it rolled over and over until it eventually lost momentum. The creature didn’t waste a second of its time, pouncing off the bin as it ran after the Converse. You stared in disbelief, finding it hard to process that a plan that stupid (and circumstantial) worked. Maybe luck was on your side tonight.
You took it as your cue to make your escape. Scooting slowly out of your hiding place, you ran the other way and in the direction of the door to the stairwell. Too easy, you thought, it was almost unbelievable.
Of course, like every other thing that came easy to you, you jinxed it.
Before you could reach the door, it swung open—hard—and it slammed against the wall beside the doorway. You had to bite your tongue to stop yourself from cursing at the boy who opened it. Great, now your little distraction trick was pointless. The creature turned its head, eyes ogling out of their sockets at the sight of two juicy meal options. Drool dripped down its beak and on to the ground beneath it—on to your shoe.
You only had a moment to mourn over your soiled shoe before the creature shrieked, bending its legs as it prepared to launch itself for attack. You stood frozen in terror, your feet seemingly glued to the cemented floor as you locked eyes with the beast. Its eyes reminded you of your cat’s; thin black slits surrounded by a pool of gold. So hypnotizing but also terrifying.
You were knocked out of your own thoughts when you were dragged aside.
“Get behind me.”
The voice came from the stranger who opened the stairwell door—the culprit responsible for getting both your asses into a tight pinch. You wanted to snap at him and ask him what in the world he was thinking, like it would be physically possible to one-up a creature twice as large as him. It was stupid, you thought, he was stupid.
“You can’t do that,” you blurted out.
The boy’s stance didn't waver, but he turned his head slightly to answer you. “Can’t do what?”
“Face that thing off? Are you stupid?”
You could hear the smirk in his tone when he spoke. “Watch me.”
But he sounded so sure that it convinced you to stay put and stand behind him. Who were you to choose? You had nothing to lose. At least you weren’t the first one the monster would make a meal out of, and you always had the chance to leave the boy on his own and run down the flight of stairs back into the building. Maybe he was buying you some time.
The boy stood with one foot in front of the other as if he were actually serious in fighting the beast on his own. He was right to be at the ready because the creature pounced at him before you could rethink your decision. He didn’t move at all, and for a moment you thought you were both done for.
Up until the last second. Thunder rumbled and rolled overhead, like a storm was stirring right above where you both stood even when you recalled looking up to a sky full of stars just moments ago. A bright light flashed in front of you and a loud boom followed after, blinding and deafening you momentarily. You took a step back, blinking a few times until the black outline of the lightning bolt cleared up.
It took you a moment to realize that it was the creature that was struck by it. Being this close to the sky on top of a high-rise building, it wasn’t an impossible target. It might’ve carried some kind of conductor with it. Metal? Gold? You weren’t so sure, you were just thankful that you weren’t the lucky one who got struck.
The beast looked weakened and dazed, maybe even paralyzed. A part of its back looked blackened and burnt. Its feathers were charred; some were reduced to ash while others still burned and scattered cinders around.
On the other hand, the boy’s moves were swift and calculated, easily missable if you weren’t paying attention. The glint of the blade he held caught your eye as he drew it out of its leather sheath. He jabbed the sword upward, right as the beast’s beak closed in—stopping it from fully clamping shut. It let out a low cry in agony, sinking to its knees as the blade was buried deeper and deeper until the pointed end stuck out of its head. Its eyes slowly fluttered shut and its whole body crumpled.
You both stood in silence as the creature fell limp, sprawled out on the floor in front of you. You were about to open your mouth when you noticed bits and pieces of it beginning to disappear into the wind. What once was solid, ferocious, and terrifying was reduced to a pile of dust; so fragile that the slightest movement would cause it to crumble. The boy did just that as he pulled his sword out of what once was the creature’s head. As if the sword was the last thing holding it together, the whole structure of the beast dispersed into thin air upon the metal’s removal. It left not a single speck of its existence behind and it left you blinking at the space where it once was.
“Oh, you’re still here?”
Your brain was still preoccupied with processing everything that happened since Whatever-that-was landed on the rooftop, that you were startled when the boy spoke.
You blinked back at him. His sword was back in its sheath and he didn’t look like he single-handedly K.O-ed a monster with one move. He appeared unscathed, which was good, and unfazed, which was confusing. You weren’t sure if you should congratulate him or take a step back.
“How did you do that?” The question left your lips before you could even think twice about how weird and childish it sounded.
“Do what?”
“That,” you stammered, “that thing you did. You stabbed the eagle, mutated eagle, eagle lion or whatever that was, and it just”—you snapped your fingers in his face—“you get me?”
The boy raised an eyebrow, “Mutated eagle? You mean the Gryphon?” Your face contorted into an even more confused one and he figured that everything was just a little too much to process at the moment. “You can see through the Mist?”
You blinked twice, checking the surroundings for any clumps of grey that could’ve clouded your vision. Nope, not a single cloud in sight. “I guess so? I can’t see anything,” you trailed off, “misty.”
He looked at you with furrowed brows, before he went on to shake his head. “That’s not what I meant,” he chuckled awkwardly. “It’s a long story, actually.”
“Are you an alien?” You cut him off before he could even begin his long story, but it didn’t look like he was about to tell it either. “I mean, you’re physically human at the moment. But that sword,” you pointed at the hilt that stuck out of the leather scabbard hanging by his hip, “that pulverized the Gryffindor doesn’t seem earthly at all.”
“Gryphon,” he corrected.
“Sorry.”
“You sure catch up quickly,” he noted, humming in praise at your speedy deduction.
You mumbled a small thank you before you looked up to meet his gaze. His dark eyes stared down at you with such intensity; it made you shudder. You could make out thin lines of light in the middle of the swirls of black. You couldn’t be sure if they were mere reflections of the light from other skyscrapers or his eyes just glowed on its own. Looking into them felt like peering at thick storm clouds moments before the downpour.
You were busy staring back at him so intently that you jumped when a loud voice suddenly echoed up the stairwell.
“There you are, Chan! We wouldn’t have found you without the lightning.”
You turned your head and found two boys standing by the lower platform; one jolly boy who owned the voice that left you startled and a shorter boy who was tugging the former back.
“Jisung, shut up,” the shorter boy scolded, elbowing the boy beside him as he acknowledged your presence. “I’m sure you already dealt with the,” he trailed off, skirting around the topic at the presence of someone else, “with it. Meet us back at the park once you’re through here.”
He spared you a cautious glance before he disappeared down the stairwell with the jolly boy in tow.
You had a million questions to ask, enthralled with the idea that you finally came across someone who saw all the weird things you did. Curiosity was eating you up, but you knew Chan didn’t have enough time to answer them.
“I’m guessing you need to go,” you uttered under your breath.
Chan pursed his lips, seemingly aware that you weren’t happy about him leaving with so many loose ends left untied in your head. “Kinda. Feels like I still owe you an explanation though,” he answered.
“Save your explanation for another day, Alien.”
He arched an eyebrow at the announcement of his new nickname and he fought the urge to laugh at how wrong you were. “I prefer Chan, whatever-your-name-is.”
You sighed, wiping your hands on the pant leg of you jeans before offering it to him, “Good day, Chan. I’m _____. You saved my life, I am eternally grateful.”
Chan blinked at you, then at your outstretched hand, then back at you again. It took him a few more seconds before he took it in his. You felt a jolt of energy run up your arm the moment his hand touched yours. His hand was warm and rough and of high voltage. Slowly and surely, you started to piece two and two together. If the boy in front of you wasn’t human, then could he possibly be a—
“You don’t have to be eternally grateful,” he insisted as he let go of your hand. “It’s kind of my job to make sure—”
“It’s a movie reference,” you cut him off again, and the look of confusion in his face made it obvious that he didn’t get it. Maybe he really was an alien, you thought. Wherever he lived, they didn’t have Toy Story or maybe he just hasn’t seen it yet.
You watched as he began to walk in the opposite direction. By opposite, you meant both away from you and away from the stairwell.
“And where the hell are you going? The way down is this way?”
Chan didn’t appear to be listening because he continued to walk up to the cemented barricades of the rooftop. “Who needs stairs when you can fly?” he announced, lifting himself up so he could stand on top.
He noticed the glint of worry in your eyes as you stared up at him.
“For someone who can see through the Mist, you seem a bit skeptical,” he chided, walking down the wall with little to no caution.
“All in a day’s work of seeing things no one else can. You start believing them when they tell you that you’re just hallucinating.”
Chan finally stopped pacing when he reached the corner of the building and you let out a breath of relief. “I’ll see you around, _____. I promise I’ll explain everything next time.”
Before you could shout back a response, he was already leaning back against nothing. You broke into a sprint as you watched his body disappear off the side of the building. Your eyes scanned frantically for his falling body when you reached the edge. And you saw him briefly, free-falling until he wasn’t.
A cloud swooped by to catch him and the gears in your mind reeled again. There was no way water vapor could catch a heavy man but there he was. Chan drifted by at the mercy of the wind (literally) and you began to question every Science lesson that has been taught to you. You already had your fair share of encounters with the supernatural before. Why would this day be any different?
The cloud began to take form as it rose in altitude, passing you by as it climbed up an invisible staircase upwards before it disappeared in lightning speed—taking Chan along with it. You sat there for a few moments, dumb-founded and stunned beyond disbelief.
You blinked twice and you tried to internalize that you just saw a grown-ass man fly away on the back of a cloud shaped like a horse, or a horse made out of clouds. Your head began to ache when you started to think too much about it.
Whatever, you thought. Just another weird day for you.
You turned your heel, walked back to the stairwell door and never looked back.
bang chan [f. + slight a. requested, 498 words] fleeting
the more the hours passed, the lonelier the bed you lie on felt. the same soft melody faintly repeating, echoing through the vacant hallway. you gaze up at the clock sitting on your nightstand.
five hours. five hours since he said he would go to bed. five hours you’ve been by yourself, wallowing in the emptiness of the soft mattress and luxurious sheets—now feeling cold and barren. you slide yourself out of the covers, now sitting upright, your back hitting the headboard. your eyes find the door, silently hoping that it will open and the man you’ve been waiting for will walk through. your gaze stays there for another minute. nothing.
you finally decide to get up, the anticipation being too much. opening the door you were dwelling on just moments before, you look down the hall. your feet make a hushed rhythm as you walk towards the room in which he’s been isolating himself, the glow seeping through the bottom. your hand grasps the handle. you stop. should i be doing this? he’s busy. just go back to bed and don’t bother him. your hand turns, anyways.
your view is now chan hunched over his laptop, shoulders tense. you can’t help but feel bad. you walk over to him. your hands slowly caressing his frame, startling him a bit. his hands reach up to hold on to yours, a sense of familiarity washing over both of you.
“ten more minutes. i swear. i’ll be done,” the exhaustion evident in his voice.
you say stern, yet still gentle, “no. you need your rest. come on. no excuses.”
“you shouldn’t be up either. i have to get this done. everyone is counting on me: my members, my boss… you.”
“chan… you need a break. please, just come to bed and sleep. you can work on it in the morning.”
“no. i need to-”
“stop. are you even listening to yourself? you tell everyone else to take care of themselves and that they deserve that care. what makes you any less deserving?” by this point, his chair is now turned to face you and your hands hold his face. “answer me. what makes you any less deserving?”
“i’m sorry,” he says with a sniffle. his eyes looking up at yours, now glassy and tear-filled.
“there’s no need to apologize. you are taking a break whether you like it or not. it’s for your own sake.” you lean down to wrap your arms around him, his wrapping around your waist. the two of you stay in each others’ embrace, not wanting to let go of the fleeting moment. for the first time that night, you feel warm. you pull back, wipe the tears from his cheeks, and kiss his forehead.
“how are you so evil but so sweet at the same time?”
a small chuckle leaves you. “come on. enough time wasting. let’s go.”
he stands up now, hand in hand with you, as you lead the way to your bedroom.
♔ alerts: language, injuries, making out, angst, blood, a teaser!- not sure if I’m writing a whole fic on it
♔ song rec: paper moon by tommy heavenly 6
Two whole years. Two years that you’ve been in this death game, Sword Art Online. Two years since you’ve slipped on your NerveGear in your bedroom and haven’t taken it off because if you had, your brain would be fried. It’s been that long that all the players haven’t existed in reality, feeling things that aren’t considered “real.” What is real anymore? Emotions? Physical bodies? It all blurs together. Countless lives lost in fighting to escape death. For those who were faint in the heart, they didn’t survive. They couldn’t live in a virtual world where everything seemed beautiful-- but it’s all just a mask for the greater cause-- the fate that decides who gets to live and die in such a world.
You were almost certain that you couldn’t survive. You were never one for vigorous sports, you never had formal training in fighting either. That was until you saw Chan. Chan was seen as a god even if he didn’t want people to see him that way. Chan wore a cloak that was the color of the darkest of mid nights, an obsidian blade sheathed on his back. Everyone called him the Black Swordsman. To you, it was just some meaningless title, you didn’t know who he was. All you knew was that players would beg him to be in their guilds, knowing he’d be good at floor raids- boss battles even. The truth is, he’s so hidden among the shadows that no one really knows the extent of his skills. He’s shrouded in mystery, dark eyes scanning the playing field like a hawk. It annoyed you how so many female players pined after his pretty face, brunette locks and sharp eyes, strong features that were sculpted like ice. Like a villain, he had a prominent scar that cut through his eyebrow, the village players gossip that it was because of a squabble with one of the beta testers. He won, of course. That day, you swore you’d stay away from people like him-- people who can’t be predicted.
“Y/n, don’t- don’t go.”
You shake your head, “Chan, I have to go. Don’t worry, alright? Don’t worry about me.”
Chan looks up at you with pleading eyes, his body paralyzed from a hit he took by the monster boss in front of you. You, the vice commander of the Knights of the Blood Oath- the guild that always fought on the front lines. You swore to yourself that you wanted to get Chan to the real world, you had found a purpose to protect someone that was special to you, even if it meant sacrifice. It was always like you to fight for those who couldn’t fight themselves. Chan was like that too, you knew he’d do the same for you.
Chan’s health and XP bar glows above him, the green fading into a neon yellow. Chan’s body is sprawled out next to you, his face in your hands. Momentarily, you set down your white rose rapier, the sword that is laced with your skill and touch.
Chan begs you even further, “Please, y/n, please. Just wait a little longer and I can handle it!”
You gaze around you. You, Chan, and the Knights of the Blood Oath took upon the mission to clear a dungeon level, trying to reach the goal of escaping Aincrad. Little did you all know that the creator had rigged the floor with traps and pop-up bosses, ambushing you in an enclosed chamber. It really was a fight of life or death, survival and sacrifice.
Your comrades fall in agony, blades swinging at the level 60 goblins that are ten times the size of humans. Some people scream, their bodies shattering into glass shards when their health bars slip into the red zone, disappearing into nothing. There’s no other option.
Your eyes start to well up with tears, “Chan, I have to go, I’m not letting you die here!”
Chan grunts, his brows furrowed with distress as he tries to break out of the paralysis. He tries to lift his sword, his muscles not listening to his mind. You take it upon yourself to fix this- maybe not even fix it- save what’s left of your guild.
Chan turns towards you, his head shaking in refusal, “Just let me help, give me more time.”
Leaning down at him, you use your gloved hand to wipe his tears away. Like that, you hold your breath. You kiss Chan like you would if you were in the real world, refusing to call the emotion what you feel for Chan as an alternate reality. He whimpers, groans into the kiss, your hair clawing through his dark hair. Chan sinks his teeth into your bottom lip, making you whine for him. It’s a clash of tongues against tongues and tears, your heart beating from the adrenaline of the fight and for the passion that sparks between you. Finally, you hear Chan mumble against your lips, “Please stay with me.”
That’s when you hear a snap. Now. You push him away forcibly, your lips ghosting by his ear, “I’m sorry.”
You grab the hilt of your rapier, the white rose blossoming at the intersection of the handle. When you run back towards the werewolf-like beast boss, you shut your eyes when you hear Chan cream your name. His yells are uncontrollable, violent- they almost make you want to turn back. But you don’t. Instead, you run as fast as you can, the soles of your boots crackling with lightning. Your blade starts to glow the color of fire, oranges and golds dancing with each other. Your eyes burn with fury, a rising feeling in the pit of your stomach. You know what it is- the feeling of the power from within you. Letting out a yell, you run up the air as you use your jump command, diving your blade into the head of the beast. The beast roars in pain, it’s health bar shifting from yellow to red before exploding into sparkling fragments. You flick your blade, sheathing it at your belt. Then, you hear Chan’s scream.
“Y/n!”
The scarred claw of the six-headed dragon boss is coming right for you. There’s no time to move, no time to think either. Like a stormy flash, Chan’s figure blocks you from the claw, his blade shining silver and surging deeper into the monster’s palm. Chan’s midnight cape flies behind him like a knight in shining armor, a smirk scribbled on his face. You read his lips, “You didn’t think I was going to let you fight alone, did you?”
The monster lets out a bellow, swinging it’s demon tail down at the other members of your guild, their metal shield colliding with it’s scales. In that moment, Chan grabs your hand, “Together, yeah?”
You nod at him with determination, your grip tightening on your sword.
A/N: I made a tag list if anyone wants to be in it just leave an ask or a comment! :D
Word Count: 1221
You heard the doorbell ring and ran to the door in an instant. This time you were ready. Prepared to give your heart out to the man behind that door.
It had been a few days since you’d last seen him, swim practices piling and the number of exams you had taking your time. You took hours just getting your hair prepped and makeup on, not to mention the dress you pulled out from ages ago and tried hard to fit in. The summer dress flowed down mid-thigh, the straps complimenting your shoulders. You forgot a necklace, but figured it was no biggie since you were overdressed already, plus you couldn’t even find any jewelry. You never had time to buy any.
Opening the door to the nervous boy, you watched as he turned around, eyes locked in shock as he stared at your figure. “Oh… my god” he gasped.
“Stop it!” You giggled, doing a little spin for him before stepping out. “You’re fucking gorgeous” he whispered before pulling you into a kiss.
You hummed into the kiss, hands wrapped around his neck as he pulled you closer. “I’m never going to get used to this,” you said, walking to his car.
“Get used to what?” He said with a smile, opening the door to you. You waited until he got into the car before replying.
“This” You said, pointing at him and then pointing at yourself. “I feel like I’m dating God but he’s 5”7 and Australian”
“Well” he smirked, “Today you're on a date with this one” Turning around to the backseat, Chan pulls out a King Charles Spaniel with a soft pink collar around its neck.
“Who’s this cutie” You pout, taking the dog from his hands and immediately pulling it to your chest.
“The name’s Berry” He says before Berry could kiss your face. “And she’s a good kisser” You continue, laughing as you hold her closer.
“I know someone else who is a good kisser” He winks before caging you against your seat.
“Here” You say, holding Berry closer to him. “Kiss the dog and drive”
Chan pulled away from you after accepting a few kisses from Berry before driving off to the park. Once you two arrived, Chan pulled out a leash for Berry while you looked for a spot to settle.
“Right here?” You ask, pointing at the small patch of grass. Chan smiled before throwing out a checkered blanket and taking out a picnic basket.
“I don’t mind” He replied, resting on the blanket and pulling your head onto his shoulder.
“What’s this all about?” You ask, smiling as Berry sits on his lap.
“I just want to be with my two favorite girls, that’s all”
There wasn’t a single reason to not enjoy this moment, sitting with Bang Chan and Berry. Enjoying the outside and staring off into the distance. It honestly felt like a movie, where the camera pans out and it’s the couple in the midst of nature. If there were a photographer in front of you two, you could’ve made a magazine cover. Though you were sure that the photographer would only take Chan’s photo.
He looked perfect. You couldn't pick out a single flaw from him. He was so kind, gentle, sentimental. So indulged in each second of life. The only thing that really stuck out to you was his manner around you, when you could vividly see his chest rising and falling every time he’s with you. It was just like the books, what people call “love”.
That made you wonder why you didn’t feel the same. In fact, when you were with Bang Chan it was as if your heart stopped beating. Contrary to every other moment in time when you felt like your heart paced faster than a regular athlete and concerned every doctor on the face of the earth.
You find yourself fixated on your thoughts, staring at the grass in silence and wondering if Chan is thinking the same things before Berry jumps up from Chan’s lap and runs down the sidewalk.
“Berry!” Chan panics, running after him.
You’re quick on your feet to follow, a full on dog chase before you could find Berry behind a bush sniffing… what is that? A person??
“Chan! Over here!” You call, crouching down to the unfamiliar lady on the ground.
“Hello?? Can you hear me??” You rest your hands on the woman's shoulders and her eyes start to flutter open. Her green pupils catch your attention as they dilate, her lips pursed and you can tell she’s thinking about you- judging you.
“You’re in love” she pants out, making you laugh. Does this woman just lay on the ground like that?!
“Are you okay?” You respond.
She shakes her head, getting up from the ground and petting Berry’s head before continuing. “You and that boy” She says, pointing at Chan. “You two are connected in more ways than you think, tell the truth to each other and you’ll learn what connects you two by heart.”
You turn back at Chan, who stares at the lady with his arms crossed-obviously not buying it. “Look, we just started dating so..” Chan picks up Berry with one hand before taking your hand in the other and pulling you away.
“Chan” you gasp, turning around to see the lady still watching the both of you.
“Don’t look back y/n, she’s probably just some crazy lady”
You shake off any unnecessary thoughts before returning back to your little picnic set-up.
“Anyways, where were we?” Chan says with a smile, pulling you onto his lap and pecking your lips.
You smile against his lips before running your fingers down his chest. “Do you really have abs?”
Chan nearly chokes on his spit, looking down at your hands before looking back up at you. “Why? Do you wanna see them” He says, wiggling his eyebrows as he slowly pulls up his shirt.
“No-” You quickly slap his hand away from his shirt, “It’s just.. a lot of girls talk about your abs and your ‘white bread’” You joke.
“I’ve been working out a lot but it all comes from my years of swimming so just imagine I have amazing pecs and abs” He chuckles.
“What got you into swimming anyways? I’ve never been to a meet but I hear a lot of good things about you”
Chan pouts as he thinks about a response before asking, “Can I tell you a secret?”
“Go for it”
“I don’t enjoy swimming anymore, not as much as I used to”
“But you’re talented Chan! Either way you should do what best fits your interests”
“I’ve yet to find that interest” He shrugs, “Anyways. I’ve told you my secret, now what’s yours?”
“Mine?” Should you tell him? He’s the only one that makes you feel normal, feel like yourself. You fear the second you tell him he’ll treat you differently just like Hyunjin, Seungmin, Jeongin and the others.
“I don’t have any secrets” You blurt out, smiling as he starts to press his lips on your neck.
“Perfect, because I want us to be completely honest with each other from now on” He says.
some of my followers might not know this, but my favorite genre to write is high fantasy. i’ve spent so many years of my life consuming, critiquing, and creating make-believe worlds.
that being said, meet Isla Azura, home to Dragons, evil Queens, half-divine children, and more! i will be posting a complete guide on it at some point, but it is quite literally an amalgamation of all the fantasy worlds i’ve created before.
of course, this blog writes fanfiction, so here are the idols starring in the following titles that take place in this world:
Stray Kids’s Hwang Hyunjin!
ATEEZ’s Choi San!
Stray Kids’s Bang Chan!
SEVENTEEN’s Xu Minghao!
additionally, the following idols are guest stars and will have minor roles, or even their own fics later on:
SEVENTEEN’s Yoon Jeonghan
SF9′s Yoo Taeyang
A.C.E’s Park Junhee
WayV’s Li Yongqin [Ten]
VICTON’s Jung Subin
CIX’s Bae Jinyoung
You can get a sneak peek at the stories by taking a look at my masterlist. Send me an ask or a message if you would like to be tagged when the stories are posted!
[please do not steal my work. this map took WAY too long to make. peep the watermark.]
