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Bonus Chapter: Muscle Time (Chan x Y/N x Changbin, NSFW)
This story does not reflect the real-life members of Stray Kids.
This bonus chapter contains explicit sexual content involving a consensual m/m/f threesome, including oral and penetrative sex, dominant and submissive dynamics, explicit manhandling and restraint (being held and positioned), simultaneous stimulation by both partners, cum eating, soulmark themes, and detailed marking through biting. There are multiple shared kisses between all three (including m/m), praise kink, intense emotional intimacy, aftercare, strong language, and voyeuristic elements as other characters enter afterward. Reader discretion is advised.
Sparky’s Notes: Thank you so much for all the incredible support and love you’ve shown for the first four chapters! As a way to express my gratitude, I’m excited to share this special bonus chapter with you. This chapter is more intimate and explicit than previous installments, a thank-you gift for everyone who’s been on this journey with me so far. Please check the content warnings to make sure you’re comfortable, and enjoy this deeper look at the bond between these soulmates. Your encouragement means the world to me! Also, I’m filling a need I had, and I hope others want the same. Bonus chapters will feature unique pairings for a bit of spice.
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The dorm was unusually quiet, a rare and precious thing. With everyone else out for the night, Y/N found herself alone with Chan and Changbin. The three of them shared a kind of easy, unhurried comfort that only came when the rest of the world faded away a comfort that hummed with anticipation, something sweet and electric beneath the surface.
The room glowed in the soft golden light of the lamp, shadows curling along the walls. Rain tapped gently against the window, a rhythmic backdrop to the warmth inside. Takeout containers littered the coffee table, the scent of spice still lingering in the air. The couch cushions were rumpled from their earlier laughter, and faint noise from the TV mingled with quiet conversation.
Y/N’s leg brushed Chan’s knee, her toes nudged Changbin’s foot. She noticed how Chan’s hand rested just a little too close to hers, and how Changbin’s gaze lingered on her mouth with lazy appreciation. It had always been like this, even before she was officially recognized as the last soulmate, something magnetic, a pull none of them could name but all of them felt. Every subtle touch, every glance, felt magnified in the hush, a gentle invitation to something more.
There was no rush, just the three of them sprawled on the couch, the movie long forgotten as conversation slipped into something softer, sweeter. Y/N found herself nestled between them, knees drawn up, fingers nervously twisting at her sleeve. The closeness felt different tonight; every brush of their arms sent her heart racing, and her words came easily now that there was nothing left to hide.
She risked a shy glance at Chan, then at Changbin, her cheeks warm. Both boys seemed at ease, but when she caught Changbin’s gaze, he smirked knowingly, and she quickly looked away.
“You two always make it look so easy,” Y/N said with a small smile, glancing between them. “Sometimes I can’t believe I’m really here, finally able to act on my feelings after hiding them for so long. It still feels strange. Even after you found out I was your last soulmate. I’m still learning to show you what I want, instead of keeping it hidden.”
Changbin grinned, bumping her shoulder gently. “You’re not just here, you’re ours. Honestly, it always felt like there was a space for you, even before we knew. Like we were waiting for you to open up, even if we didn’t realize it.”
Chan squeezed her hand, gaze warm. “It’s perfect...how all this time, it’s like... we were always reaching for you, or wanting you close, even before we really understood why. You belong here, Y/N. And if it ever feels overwhelming, just let us know. We want you to feel safe and comfortable.”
Y/N hesitated, then managed softly, “I’m still learning how to let myself show what I want now that everything’s out in the open. For so long, I kept it hidden. It feels new and overwhelming but good, too. I want to try.”
Changbin bumped her shoulder again, grinning. “That’s exactly what we hoped. You belong right here.”
A warm hush settled over them, full of anticipation and affection. Changbin’s hand found hers, his thumb stroking steadily, grounding her in the moment.
Chan leaned in, his knee brushing gently against hers. “We’ll go slow,” he promised, his voice a soothing murmur. “Only what you want, angel.”
Y/N nodded, breath catching in her throat. The air between them was charged, anticipation thrumming beneath the hush.
For a long moment, all three just breathed, the silence stretching and softening. Changbin shifted closer, his arm sliding around Y/N’s waist, pulling her gently against his side. She tensed at first, then melted into the embrace, her face hidden in his shirt.
Chan reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from her cheek. “If you want to stop any time, for any reason, just say so, okay?” His eyes searched hers, warm and sincere.
Y/N swallowed, nerves and longing tangling inside her. “Okay,” she whispered.
It was only then that Changbin pressed a soft kiss to her temple, his lips lingering. Chan’s hand slipped into hers, squeezing gently. The three of them sat like that, cocooned in each other’s presence, until the nervous energy turned into something needful and sweet.
Slowly, Changbin tilted Y/N’s face toward him, brushing his lips over hers in a gentle, searching kiss. She melted into it, her free hand finding his shoulder as the kiss deepened just enough to make her heart flutter. Chan’s fingers traced soothing circles along the back of her hand, and when Y/N turned toward him, he met her with a kiss of his own, soft at first, then growing a little bolder as he cupped her cheek.
For a few breathless moments, they took turns, exploring each other with slow, unhurried kisses. Changbin’s mouth plush and eager, Chan’s touch warm and steady. There was no rush, just the quiet thrill of discovery and the warmth of being held so close, together.
At one point, Y/N found herself nestled between them, their bodies pressing in on either side. As she looked up, Chan and Changbin exchanged a heated glance over her shoulder. Without a word, they both leaned in, meeting over her for a kiss, slow at first, then deeper, their mouths moving together just inches above her. The intimacy of being surrounded and hearing the quiet sounds of their kiss sent a spark skittering down her spine.
Y/N’s breath caught, and she instinctively rubbed her thighs together, desire thrumming low and insistent. Caught between the two of them, she felt the air grow thicker, her body humming with anticipation as their attention returned to her, smiles soft and eyes dark with want.
Changbin’s hand slid down to rest on her thigh, thumb drawing slow, lazy circles. “Getting restless, sweetheart?” he murmured, voice low and teasing, dipping his head to brush his lips against her ear. “You look like you want something.”
Chan’s fingers traced circles on the inside of her wrist, feather-light. “You know you don’t have to be shy with us,” he whispered, his breath warm against her cheek. “All you have to do is ask.”
Y/N bit her lip, a shy smile tugging at her mouth. “It’s just… " You both look so pretty when you kiss each other,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “Sometimes I get a little lost watching you.”
Changbin’s eyes softened. “You like watching us?” he teased, a hint of mischief in his voice. “We could give you a show, if you want.”
Chan’s lips brushed her temple, his voice low. “Or maybe you should join in next time, angel.”
Their words made her squirm, anticipation building as Changbin let his hand wander a little higher, just skimming the hem of her shorts, while Chan’s mouth pressed a lingering kiss to her jaw. Both of them watched her, waiting, their gentle teasing making her tremble in the best way, caught between laughter and the growing heat curling low in her belly.
Eventually, all three leaned in, their lips meeting in a tangled, laughing kiss, sweet and a little awkward, but full of trust and longing. Y/N relaxed into the embrace, surrounded by affection, the last of her nerves dissolving as they simply reveled in each other.
A gentle hush settled over them. Chan stood, offering Y/N his hand. “Come with us?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper.
Y/N hesitated, her pulse racing. She took his hand, her fingers trembling in his grasp. Changbin rose too, his hand reassuring at the small of her back. Together, they led her gently down the hall, each step slow and deliberate, giving her time to breathe, to think, to want.
Inside the bedroom, the door closed softly behind them. The room was dim, golden with lamplight. Chan and Changbin turned to face her, silent but attentive, waiting for her to make the next move. Y/N felt so exposed under their gaze, but the warmth in their eyes calmed her nerves.
Changbin stepped forward first, reaching up to cup her cheek. “Still okay?” he murmured.
Y/N nodded, her voice barely audible. “Y-yeah. I want… I want this.”
Chan smiled, gentle and proud. “We want you, too.”
With patient tenderness, they drew her into their arms, letting the moment stretch between soft kisses and gentle touches, building slowly at first, as every brush and sigh settled her nerves and raised the anticipation. Fingers tangled in fabric, laughter turning to breathless anticipation as shirts and jeans were tugged away, discarded somewhere between kisses and wandering hands. There was a playful impatience to it, the way a shirt was tossed to the floor, jeans following in a messy pile, each layer shed with a grin or a gasp, until there was nothing left but skin and want. But when Y/N was trembling, breathless, and looking up at them with wide, wanting eyes, the energy shifted.
Chan paused, his thumb brushing along her jaw as he searched her eyes. "Tell me what you want, angel. We want to hear you say it."
Y/N's lips parted, a flush rising up her neck. She swallowed, voice trembling. "I want you both. I want all of you. Please touch me."
Changbin grinned, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. "That's our girl. You just have to ask, and we'll give you everything."
Chan leaned in, voice low at her ear. “Tell us what you need, angel...or let us take the lead. Whatever you want tonight.”
Y/N shivered at the low, teasing tone. "I... I trust you. But maybe... slow at first? Then then anything you want."
Changbin's fingers ghosted along her thigh, voice softer now. "You set the pace, princess. We'll follow your lead."
There was a brief, tense beat, then all three of them laughed, nerves dissolving into giddy anticipation. The air vibrated with the promise of what was to come. Chan’s hands turned suddenly firm, manhandling her with practiced strength. He caught her around the waist and lifted her, making her gasp. “Bed. Now,” he growled, the command dark velvet. Y/N shivered, letting him guide her, heat spreading through her at the certainty in his touch.
He set her on the bed and lay her onto her back, large hands splayed over her hips, holding her firmly in place. “Stay,” Chan ordered, his voice low and commanding as he leaned over her, his command pinning her to the bed. Possessiveness radiated from his gaze, sending a hot ache through her.
Chan hovered over her, close enough that she could feel the warmth of his body, his hands pressing her into the mattress. His touch was greedy and rough as he roamed up her sides and down her thighs, possessiveness dark and overwhelming as she whimpered beneath him. He shifted her hips and spread her legs. “Let us take care of you,” Chan rumbled, teeth grazing her neck, his fingers pressing into her skin just enough to leave a mark.
Chan’s hold was unyielding, keeping her open and exactly where he wanted. His hands squeezed and parted her, exploring every inch, touch hungry and sure. He dipped his fingers between her thighs, moving with slow insistence, coaxing her to relax around the gentle stretch. His patience bordered on reverent as he worked her open, murmuring praise with his breath hot against her skin. Every movement of his hand was meant to draw out her pleasure, to prepare her for more. From the side, Changbin reached out, fingers threading through her hair and down her chest, a contrast of gentle affection and growing hunger. He leaned close, murmuring filthy encouragement, his hand guiding her gaze to him as Chan worked her open. Their voices tangled around her praise and filth, encouragement and command washing over her in waves. The words and touches pushed her higher, stealing her breath, each one reminding her she was completely theirs until her body finally broke apart for them, pleasure cresting and shattering as they held her through it.
Seeing Y/N ready to continue after coming down from her orgasm, Changbin decided it was his turn with their beautiful soulmate. She was still trembling from Chan’s touch, breathless, stretched open when Changbin’s hands slid confidently along her sides, lifting and guiding her onto her hands and knees in the center of the bed. Chan joined them, lying at her side, his touch grounding as he smoothed her hair back and pressed a reassuring kiss to her shoulder. He let his hand trail down her spine, his presence always attentive, anchoring her with gentle praise and steady hands as Changbin took control behind her. He leaned forward behind her, chest pressed to her back and hips flush against hers, enveloping her in his arms. With a steady, unhurried motion, Changbin guided himself into her, filling her slowly as his right arm hooked around her neck, holding her upright and close, possessive and in total control. The sensation was overwhelming, stretched and claimed, full of him. When she arched back into his grip, she bit down hard on his forearm, her moan muffled against his skin. Changbin’s breath stuttered; he let out a low, dangerous growl and flexed his arm, letting her know he liked it. “That’s it, baby,” he rasped, “just like that.”
After a long, relentless stretch, Changbin moved inside her at a steady, unhurried pace, savoring every gasp and shiver he drew from Y/N. Their pleasure built together, her body tightening around him, until with a final, deep thrust, Changbin spilled inside her, her own climax crashing over them both. They collapsed into trembling, breathless release as Changbin pressed a lingering kiss to her neck, both of them still tangled at the center of the bed. Then, with gentle care, he gathered Y/N into his arms and shifted with her, moving together across the mattress until his back met the headboard. Spent but unwilling to let go, he guided Y/N to settle in his lap, her back pressed to his chest and his thighs cradling hers, both of them now propped against the headboard. His arms wrapped securely around her waist, grounding her with his strength and warmth.
Chan moved to kneel in front of them, the mattress dipping under his weight as he drew closer, eyes dark with promise. The evidence of Changbin’s release lingered between her thighs as Chan settled between them, his hands gently parting her legs as his head lowered, intent and hungry. Chan pressed a slow, lingering kiss to her inner thigh, his breath hot against her skin, building anticipation until her hips arched toward him in a silent plea. Chan’s mouth finally found her, tongue tracing teasing circles before he licked a broad, deliberate stripe up her center, savoring every taste and reaction now mingled with Changbin. His mouth worked her with a devastating mix of patience and skill, sometimes slow and gentle, sometimes greedy and intent until Y/N was gasping, her hands fisted in his hair as he drove her higher. Changbin kept her steady, his touch possessive and gentle, whispering praise while his fingers traced soothing patterns over her skin. It didn’t take long under Chan’s relentless attention, her whole body tensed and then broke apart, pleasure crashing over her in a shattering climax. She cried out, her release wracking her body as Chan and Changbin held her through every trembling aftershock.
Every moan and tremor Chan drew from her was answered by his own low noises of approval, his eyes flicking up to meet hers, dark and intent, making sure she felt every ounce of his attention. When he finally eased away, Chan pressed a last lingering kiss to her inner thigh before beginning his slow ascent back up her body. His mouth traced a lazy, reverent path: kisses along her hips, then up the curve of her waist, pausing to savor the way she trembled beneath his lips. He pressed a kiss between her breasts, then moved upward, his hands gliding over her sides.
When Chan reached her face, he hovered above her, eyes dark and intent, and cupped her jaw with a gentleness that contrasted the heat in his gaze. He brushed his lips over hers, a soft, grounding reassurance, then deepened the kiss slowly, letting her taste herself and Changbin on his tongue. The kiss was unhurried at first, growing more urgent as her fingers tangled in his hair and he pressed closer, pouring devotion and hunger into every movement. All the while, Changbin’s hands stayed on her, stroking her sides and whispering encouragement. Only when she was breathless did Chan finally pull back, his eyes searching hers with raw affection. In that suspended moment, Y/N ached to mark Chan the way she had Changbin, to show him just how much she needed him.
As Chan began to shift, their breathing still tangled, Y/N caught him by surprise, her hand slipping up to his jaw, guiding his face back to hers for a lingering, heated kiss. His lips were hungry, tasting her, letting her feel every ounce of his want as their mouths met again. Changbin, still holding her steady in his lap, pressed a line of kisses along her shoulder and up her neck, his teeth grazing her pulse point as his hands roamed possessively over her thighs and waist. The sensation of both of them, Chan’s mouth on hers, Changbin’s lips and hands everywhere else, left her dizzy and aching.
Only then did Y/N’s mouth travel down, brushing along Chan’s jaw before she gave a gentle nip, then bit the curve of his shoulder. Chan gasped, hands tightening at her waist. “Shit, do that again,” he whispered, voice rough with want. She obliged, leaving a matching mark just above his collarbone, soothing it with her tongue. At the same time, Changbin nipped at her earlobe and murmured encouragement, his breath hot against her skin. A shiver ran through Chan as he pressed a grateful kiss to her cheek, while Changbin mouthed at her neck his lips greedy and reverent, unable to stay away.
Then, Y/N pressed her lips to his right shoulder, right above the compass-shaped soulmark she’d glimpsed so many times. She bit down, not hard enough to hurt but enough to send a jolt through both of them, her moan muffled against his skin. Chan let out a deep, guttural sound, his control slipping as he buried his face in her neck. All the while, Changbin’s hands remained steady on her hips, holding her in place, watching Chan unravel with a look of pride and hunger. Chan shifted, one hand steadying her thigh as he lined himself up. He met her gaze, eyes searching for any hesitation, and when she nodded, he pressed forward, sinking into her with a slow, careful thrust. The stretch and heat of him made her gasp, her body yielding as she adjusted to the fullness.
Chan’s breath hitched, his forehead pressed to hers as he paused, giving her a moment to acclimate. Only when she rolled her hips in silent invitation did he begin to move, each thrust deliberate and reverent, guided by the steady grip of Changbin’s hands at her waist. She was utterly pinned by Chan at her front, Changbin anchoring her from behind their bodies and hands keeping her spread and helpless between them. Every gasp or arch met a firm, possessive touch: a hand on her thigh, a palm at her hip, a grip at her wrist, a constant reminder she was theirs.
“Look at you,” Chan growled, lips hot at her ear. “Taking me so well now, and took Binnie like a champ.”
Changbin was a rumble at her back, his words rough and reverent. “So beautiful when you let go. Ours. All ours.”
Y/N surrendered, blissfully overwhelmed, letting herself be manhandled, marked, filled, and praised. For a long, dizzying stretch, Chan moved in and out, each thrust slow and deep, while Changbin anchored her in his lap, his hands roaming possessively over her body, stroking and caressing every curve. Chan’s hands slid up her sides to cradle her jaw, tilting her head so he could kiss along her throat and jaw, then traced down to her breasts, cupping and teasing, his touch alternating between gentle and demanding. Their voices tangled, praise and encouragement blurring in her ears:
“That’s it, sweetheart, take me,” Chan rasped, his mouth finding the curve of her neck, just above her collarbone. He bit down with just enough pressure to make her gasp, claiming her with a mark that would linger. “Ours,” he murmured, tongue soothing over the spot, pride flickering in his eyes as she shivered beneath him.
“She’s so good for us, hyung,” Changbin growled, his grip possessive as he held her firm for Chan, one hand sliding between her legs to circle her clit in time with Chan’s movements. Then he leaned in, voice low and wicked, “Imagine how pretty she’d be with Felix, too? Our pretty babies, doing exactly what we tell them touching each other, falling apart for all of us.” The suggestion sent a new spark of heat through the room, the idea hanging between them, heady and tempting.
Chan’s thrusts faltered for a moment, a rough sound escaping his throat as the image flashed in his mind. His lips brushed Y/N’s ear, voice rough and commanding. “You’d listen to us, angel? Let us tell you how to touch Felix, how to make him fall apart for us? You’d both be so good, wouldn’t you?”
Y/N’s breath hitched, heat flooding her body. “Yes, please. Tell me what to do. I want to be good for all of you.” Her voice trembled, the fantasy making her shiver.
Changbin’s hand tightened at her waist, his fingers moving faster, his tone approving and dark. “That’s right. Our good girl. We’d make sure you both knew exactly how to please us. You and Felix, our perfect, obedient babies.”
Y/N could only whimper, overwhelmed by the dual assault of Changbin’s relentless fingers on her clit and Chan’s hands and mouth everywhere else, coaxing her higher with every touch and word. Whenever her arms trembled or she tried to hide from the pleasure, Chan would gently grab her chin, making her look at him, while Changbin held her hips steady, refusing to let her escape a single sensation.
“Look at us, baby,” Chan whispered, thumb brushing her cheek. “You’re perfect, so fucking perfect like this, falling apart for both of us.”
They worked her together, every movement in sync. Chan’s thrusts were deep and powerful, Changbin’s touch relentless and coaxing. Their hands tangled with hers, mouths finding her skin, voices urging her on. The pleasure built and built, until Y/N’s whole body tightened, then shattered for them, release crashing through her in blinding waves. Chan followed her over the edge, spilling inside her with a desperate groan, the sensation sending her trembling harder as Changbin anchored her in his arms. She sobbed their names, trembling in their arms as they held her through every aftershock, both of them grounding her through the storm.
After everyone finally spent, Chan pressed a possessive kiss to her mouth, his hands cradling her face with reverence. Behind her, Changbin leaned in, pressing a lingering, possessive kiss to the side of her neck. His teeth scraped lightly, then sank in with gentle pressure, a mark of devotion that left her shuddering, breathless at the intimacy of it. Chan followed with his own gesture, marking her collarbone just above her heart, sealing their bond in twin bruises, one for each soulmate, each mark a promise.
Y/N, still trembling in the afterglow, shifted and pressed her lips to Changbin’s neck, right below his ear. Her teeth grazed his skin, and then she bit down, just hard enough to draw a startled groan from him. “Mine, too,” she whispered, her mark blooming pink against his skin. Changbin grinned, pride and pleasure warring in his eyes as he turned his head to steal a lingering kiss from her, his hand possessively gripping her hip.
The three of them collapsed beneath the covers, limbs tangled, hands seeking each other for comfort. As they caught their breath, Changbin leaned in to kiss Y/N soft, eager, edged with that fierce affection that always simmered between them. Chan watched, hunger and warmth mingling in his eyes. When Changbin and Y/N parted, Changbin met Chan’s gaze with a mischievous smile and tugged him down for a kiss, slow at first, then deepening into something open and reverent. For a moment, Y/N watched, desire curling low in her belly as her lovers explored each other, the three of them wrapped in a haze of trust and belonging.
Finally, they came together in a breathless, shared kiss, warm, soft, and hungry, lips and tongues meeting in the middle. The world seemed to narrow to just this: three souls, one perfect moment, no boundaries at all. Afterward, they traded gentle, lingering kisses first Chan and Changbin, then Y/N with each of them, and finally all three together in a tangle of laughter and lazy joy. Y/N felt their affection in every touch: Changbin’s fingers threading through her hair, Chan’s thumb tracing lazy circles on her side, and the way their hands found each other over her waist a silent promise connecting all three.
They stayed that way for a long while, sharing soft kisses and quiet laughter. The afterglow was gentle, a hush of safety and warmth. Changbin tucked Y/N close, his lips at her temple. "We love you," he murmured, voice thick with emotion.
Chan pressed a kiss to her shoulder, his breath soft against her skin. "Are you alright? Anything you need?"
Y/N smiled, eyes glassy with happy exhaustion. "Just this. Just you two."
They lay together, cuddled close under the covers, hands tracing absentminded patterns across bare skin, breath evening out as the rush faded into pure contentment. Limbs intertwined, Chan reached for the water bottle on the nightstand and pressed it into Y/N's hand. "Drink, angel. And tell us if anything hurts."
Changbin stroked her hair, voice gentle. "We'll always take care of you. Always."
She threaded her fingers through theirs, letting herself bask in the warmth and safety of their arms, pressed snugly between them. There were no words for what she felt, only the certainty that she was loved, cherished, and wholly theirs.
When the others returned, Seungmin and I.N found the three of them cuddled together, spent but smiling, the room full of a peace that only true belonging brings.
Seungmin tossed an electrolyte bottle onto the nightstand, his voice gentle beneath the teasing. “Glad to see you took the opportunity of a quick dorm.”
I.N squeezed Y/N’s foot, his eyes bright with concern and relief. “You okay, Y/N-ya?”
Y/N met his gaze, her smile tired but radiant. “Perfect. The best I’ve ever been. Though I might not be able to walk tomorrow.”
Seungmin grinned, crossing his arms. “Good job, hyungs. You broke our stylist.”
Laughter filled the room, warm and easy, the sound of soulmates and home and a future where no one would ever have to face the world alone again.
Much later that night, after the laughter had faded and the apartment had settled into silence, Changbin woke to the faintest shift in the covers a soft hush of voices and the gentlest sound of breathless giggles and a kiss in the dark. The clock on the nightstand read 3:12 a.m., a soft blue glow barely illuminating the shape of his two lovers. Blinking sleepily, he found Y/N turned toward Chan, her fingers carding gently through his hair. Chan’s eyes, usually restless with insomnia, were heavy-lidded and finally at peace, his breathing slowing as Y/N whispered quiet reassurances.
“Just focus on my voice, love,” she murmured, thumb stroking his cheek. “You’re not alone tonight. I’m here. We both are.”
Chan’s lips curved in a faint, grateful smile, and he relaxed further into the nest of arms and blankets.
Changbin watched the two of them, warmth blooming in his chest as he took in the quiet scene. He reached for Y/N’s hand, threading their fingers together. “You’re incredible,” he whispered, voice rough with sleep but filled with awe. “He hasn’t looked this peaceful in ages.”
Y/N squeezed his hand back, her contentment shining through the darkness. “We take care of each other. That’s what you do for the people you love.”
Changbin gently turned her to face him, brushing his thumb along her jaw before pressing a soft, lingering kiss to Y/N’s lips, a silent promise, sweet and unhurried.
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