slow sex with Chan would be no less intense. he’d have you underneath him, pressed into the mattress, maybe with one leg draped over his shoulder or even both. his hands would keep your legs open. it wouldn’t matter how many times you’d already come, how often you’d begged him to stop, or how hard you were trembling and shaking like a leaf.
he’d keep your thighs apart, his hard length disappearing inside you over and over again, hitting that perfect spot deep within you.
his eyes would either be glued to your face; watching the pure bliss brought on by countless orgasms mixed with the sweet ache of overstimulation. or they’d remain fixed on where the two of you were connected; watching that soaked pussy, the way he stretched you, the way his cock buried itself inside that greedy little hole.
“such a good girl…” he’d whisper into your ear, one hand wrapped around your throat, a smirk playing on his lips as he felt another orgasm wash over you.
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ʚ masterlist ɞ : 1.1k words .’ smut .’ piv .’ threesome .’ dom hyunjin and chan .’ sub reader .’ oral (m! receiving) .’ jealously sex .’ ruined orgasms .’ squirting .’
a/n : messed up the dates and now i’m only working a four hour shift LMAOOO
“such a slut,” hyunjin grumbled under his breath, looking down at you with your tongue sticking out, waiting for him to push his heavy cock down your throat, “you’ll give it up to anyone huh?”
you couldn’t form words, chans cock plunging deep inside your pussy was taking all your breath away, melting all your thoughts.
chan just growled from behind you and gripped harshly at your ass, “trying to make us jealous by flaunting yourself in front of every guy you see? were two cocks at home already not enough?”
broken moans escaped your lips, something vaguely resembling words but neither men could make it out.
hyunjin tapped his tip on your tongue, dragging some of his precum across it, “answer us baby, tell us why you did it.”
your needy lust blown eyes just stared up at him, too cock dumb to process what he said and spit out any words. a light slap hit your cheek and snapped you out of your daze.
“answer me.” hyunjin demanded.
another moan broke free but you could actually speak now, “attention! i wanted attention!”
the two men had dragged you along to some boring event you didn’t want to go to with the promise of if you were good they would make sweet love to you all night long. but there were so many pretty girls there that seemed to be always catching their eyes, can’t really blame them, they were surrounded. but you couldn’t deny how jealous it made you feel, so to get back at them you decided to openly flirt with every male idol you saw. you even went as far as to bend over in front of them, showing some cleavage or pushing your ass into them. chan and hyunjin had noticed quickly but decided to let you keep playing your little game to see how far you’d take it. they snapped when you “accidentally” stumbled into an idols lap in a straddling position, your chest pressed against his.
they weren’t willing to watch you slut yourself out like that for any longer, so the boys dragged you home, mumbling to each other about how they were gonna punish you later tonight. and that’s how you ended up here; on your hands and knees between the two, chan railing into your pour swollen cunt while hyunjin was teasing you with his cock on your tongue. you had come close to coming three times so far and each time chan was quick to pull out and remove all forms of stimulation. he told you it was “to keep you in your place” for the way that you were acting.
“open wide for me, pretty.” hyunjin grumbled, more so a demand this time than a suggestion.
you let your mouth open wider, holding back your gags as he was quick to shove his whole length in. he didn’t give you time to adjust, you didn’t deserve it after the way you acted. his pretty moans filled the room, blocking out your wet gags around his cock as you struggled to take him.
chan clicked his tongue, fake sympathy dripping from his tongue, “come on honey, you can take him can’t you? if you let him cum in your throat maybe i’ll let you cum.”
you hummed around hyunjins cock in response, the vibrations sending the man wild, his hands went to the side of your head, holding you in place as he fucked your throat faster, “fuck she feels good chan! so much prettier when her mouth is filled with cock.”
“can’t be a slut if you can’t talk huh?” chan laughed lowly, his thrusts never slowing. you could feel him deep in your tummy, he was so fucking deep it felt like he was trying to shape your pussy to his cock.
hyunjins moans we’re getting more pathetic and loud as he got closer, “s-shit chan..i’m close.”
“fill her.” chan ordered, he needed you to be ruined.
hyunjin listened to his boyfriend, ever so obedient, shooting his load down your throat, coating you with his seed. he held your head down on his cock as he spurted the last of his load in your mouth, whimpering a little as your gags overstimulated him. when he finally pulled out, strings of his cum and your spit dripped from his tip, coating your chin and the bed beneath you in your guys’s mess.
chan was quick to pull out right after his boyfriend came down your throat, manhandling you so you were flipped on your back. hyunjin seemed to have read his mind, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling you into his lap. your body was so tired from being edged all nighty long, chan and hyunjin having no mercy on you or your pussy, you just let them drag you wherever. you didn’t even realize the position you were in until your back was flush with hyunjins chest and his tip was poking at your ruined hole.
he slipped in with ease, you were already soaked from chans previous thrusts. your moans were tired and weak as your head rolled back to lay on hyunjins shoulder, pathetically crying in his ear as he bounced you on his cock. his hands snaked under your knees, holding you up and folding you against yourself so he could hit even deeper in your pussy.
chan was quick to bend right in front of you, enjoying the show of hyunjin fucking you on himself, cock still hard and leaking as he watched with a stern face. his hand reached out, planting the pads of his fingers right against your clit.
he cooed, “such a dumb baby for us now aren’t you? got that brattiness out of you, just had to fuck it out of you, huh?” his fingers rubbed back in forth, the extra stimulation making your breath catch in your throat.
his fingers picked up speed, your hips bucked up to rub harder against his hand, slamming yourself back down on hyunjins dick.
“g-gonna cum!” you cried out, your voice hoarse and strained as your neck stretched out against hyunjins shoulder.
“cum for us baby, be good, show us that your ours.” hyunjin mumbled against your cheek, pressing wet sloppy kisses to the skin.
you screamed out, slight cracks in your voice as you held yourself up off of hyunjins dick, letting your arousal squirt out, spraying all over hyunjins lap and chans hand as his rubbing never stopped. your orgasm was strong from being edged all night and it took everything out of you, your chest heaved as you cried, still dripping from your core.
chan slapped your soaked, puffy pussy, “there’s our good girl, just had to teach you how to behave again.”
setting: The city is quiet past midnight, your shared apartment dim except for the faint glow slipping from under Chan’s studio door. Hours ago, you fell asleep wrapped in him—warm, safe, and completely unaware that sleep would abandon him the moment it found you.
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You don’t remember when your eyes opened—only that something felt… off.
The bed was still warm, sheets tangled around your legs, but the space beside you was empty.
“Chan…?” Your voice comes out soft, barely there, like it might break if you try harder.
No answer.
You sit up slowly, blinking against the dark, your body still heavy with sleep. For a second, you consider just waiting—he’ll come back, he always does—but the quiet stretches too long, too unfamiliar.
So you slip out of bed.
The floor is cold under your feet, and you don’t bother fixing your appearance—just a loose tank top and panties, hair messy, eyes half-lidded. You don’t even think about it. You just… miss him.
The faint light from his office pulls you down the hallway.
You push the door open gently.
Chan’s there, exactly where you expected—curled slightly forward in his chair, headphones pushed halfway off, one hand resting against his temple as the other hovers over the keyboard. The screen casts a pale glow over his face, highlighting the exhaustion he tries to hide.
He doesn’t notice you at first.
You lean against the doorframe, watching him for a moment, the soft clack of keys filling the room.
“…Chan.”
That does it.
He turns instantly, like your voice is something he’s wired to respond to, and the moment his eyes land on you, something in his expression shifts—softens, melts, completely undone.
You don’t even realize how you look.
But he does.
And to him, it’s everything.
“Hey… baby,” he murmurs, pulling off his headphones, voice low and warm despite the fatigue. “Why’re you up?”
You rub your eyes, stepping closer, your voice small and sleepy. “Woke up… you weren’t there.”
He exhales softly, guilt flickering across his face. “Couldn’t sleep again. Didn’t wanna wake you.”
You stop in front of him, swaying just slightly, and he instinctively reaches out—hands settling on your hips to steady you.
“Come back to bed,” you mumble, barely coherent, resting your forehead against his shoulder. “Please.”
There’s a pause.
Not because he’s unsure.
Because he’s completely, utterly gone for you in that moment.
You—half-asleep, careless, soft in every possible way—asking for him like he’s the only thing that makes sense.
“Yeah,” he breathes, almost like he forgot how to speak for a second. “Yeah, okay. I’m coming.”
He doesn’t even save his work.
Just slips his hand into yours, guiding you gently back down the hallway.
You don’t let go.
Not even when you crawl back under the covers, tugging him with you, wrapping yourself around him like it’s instinct.
He settles behind you, arms circling your waist, pulling you close—closer than before.
You sigh, already drifting again.
And for the first time that night…
Chan feels like he might actually sleep.
Because you’re here.
Because you asked for him.
And because nothing—not the music, not the silence, not even his restless mind—matters more than this.
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· wc - .6k (+ fake texts)
· a/n - first of all, he's insane. i know we know this already but,, like,, absolutely insANE. i pray that one day he decides to give us more onlychans workout vids with the SOUND ON. i'm not above begging istg. thank you guys SO MUCH for the love on my first post, here's somethin quick bc he's insane.
“I'm not gonna hear the end of this for a while, am I?”
“Hold it right the fuck there!”
Chris and Changbin's heads both snap to the front of the empty gym where you're storming in with your phone in hand. They exchange a glance, surprised and confused.
“Did something happen?” Chris asks.
“Hold it, you little shit.” You point at him first, then Changbin. “You think this is funny?”
“Me?” Changbin looks around, points to himself too with wide eyes.
“Yes, you. You're the accomplice!” Before they can ask if you're okay again, you approach Chris as he's laid back on a piece of gym equipment.
He sits up with a clueless brow, “What's wro–”
“If you don't wanna do it, I'll do it myself.” You place a hand on his shoulder and push him back down. “Go on, you slut.”
“Slut? Go on? I'm literally exercising?”
“Mhm, continue. You absolute madman.”
Chris glances at Changbin again, then up over his head at you. “What's going on now? Why am I a madman?”
“You think this is funny, huh?” You finally crack a smile despite yourself.
“I'm not even smiling–” He is, in fact. A nervous grin.
“You think you can send one video and have me wrapped around your finger? Huh? Do you? Because you're absolutely right.” You crouch down to his level. “The audacity of you, and while I'm ovulating, too.”
“I beg your finest pardon?” He blinks and scoffs, laughs harder.
“You think you're so clever, muting that video like such a little sneaky thief in the night–”
“You have my bubble? Since when?”
“Please don't ask me questions. I can't do questions right now and you can't make me.”
Changbin chimes in, hand raised. “Do I get to know why I'm in trouble?”
“You filmed it!” You point again.
“I… did.” Changbin smirks and looks away, lowers his hand and continues on dodging what's left of your spontaneous wrath.
“Evil little man.” You unlock your phone, go straight to your camera and point it at Chris. “I must rectify your mistake immediately.”
“You're not seriously gonna record a whole new video just for the sound.” Chris seems genuinely amused by your determination.
“I didn't come here to fuck around, Christopher.”
“You're serious? 진짜?”
The small chime of your phone starting to record a new video answers for you.
“Continue.”
Chris can't help but to stare up at you, entertained, caught off guard, and in disbelief all at once.
“You're insane.” He scoffs louder with a big bashful smile. Nonetheless, he corrects his form and decides to indulge your request. “I swear. Only for you.”
After about 15 seconds, you find what you were looking for. The breathing, the grunts that match the face when he lifts the weight, the clinking of the equipment. Even Changbin's groan in the background when he finishes his set. The missing piece to the puzzle, sound.
You end the video when Chris finishes his set, standing to your full height with a satisfied smile.
“Happy?” Chris asks, blood rushing to his neck and shoulders, leaving a blush around his face as well.
“Thank you. That will be all.” You turn around and cackle. Not a laugh, a cackle. Like a witch who just found the last ingredient to a potion.
“That's it? You're just leaving?” He calls out, sitting up with even more disbelief than earlier.
“Ah!” You run back to him and lean down, grabbing both sides of his face.
You press a firm kiss to his lips, one that almost stuns him. He relaxes into it quickly, hands hovering over yours. You pull away and admire him briefly, “Thank you, Channie.”
Before he can respond, you turn around and skip away, calling out behind you. “You're insane!”
The door closes behind you, leaving Chris and Changbin to try and figure out what kind of drive-by they were just a victim to.
“...You are pretty insane for that video, hyung.”
“I'm not gonna hear the end of this for a while, am I?”
Warnings: p in v, unprotected sex (condoms are good), oral (f. and m. receiving), handjob, face riding (and sitting obviously), mention of hickeys, praise kink, creampie, multiple orgasms, groping
I think that’s it!
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“So.. How did it go with that guy last night?” Hannah asked you, taking a sip from her coffee. You shrugged. How had that gone? Terribly. The poor guy just wanted to kiss you, and you ended up laughing at him. It wasn’t your intention. You weren’t mean. You were just awkward.
“It went..” you started, pursing your lips. “Not good, Hann.” You said finally, glancing up at her. “I laughed at him when he tried to kiss me.” You admitted quietly, sighing heavily.
“Why would you do that?!” Hannah asked, blinking at you.
“I don’t know!” You exclaimed, burying your face in your hands. “Something’s wrong with me. I can’t.. I can’t function around men. I never could.” You sighed. “What the fuck’s wrong with me?”
“Nothing is wrong with you, hun. You just haven’t found the right one yet.” Hannah reassured you, rubbing your arm.
“Yeah, but I’m already twenty four. When will I find the right one, or when will the right one find me?”
“You can’t know that, it just.. Happens. When the time comes, you’ll know!” She said, smiling.
“Okay, now you sound like my mom,” you said, glaring at her.
“Come over to mine tonight?”
“You know I will.”
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By 9:30 PM, you had managed to shower and get dressed to leave for Hannah’s house. You glanced at your reflection, sighing softly. “You’re a mess.” You mumbled, brushing your hair gently.
Once outside Hannah’s house, you raised your hand, knocking on the door as you waited for her to open. Not even ten seconds later, the door opened, and Hannah grinned as she saw you. “Hi!” She greeted, pulling you inside.
“Woah—Hi,” you said, smiling. “Everything okay?” She nodded feverishly. “Guess who’s coming to Sydney.” She said, biting her lip as she giggled. You furrowed your eyebrows. “Who?”
“Christopher!” She exclaimed, smiling like crazy as she showed you her calls. “He called like ten minutes ago. He said he’s landing tonight.”
Christopher? “Christopher?” You asked, cocking your head to the side. “Like.. Christopher Bahng? Your brother? Your older brother?” You asked, blinking.
She nodded. “Uh-huh!”
You hadn’t seen him since you were little. The last time you saw him when you were twelve and he was sixteen, before he left to become a trainee. And now you were twenty four, meaning he would be twenty eight. You were always pretty close. He always treated you like a little sister, and you were always proud to have him protecting you all the time.
But as you grew, you didn’t keep in touch. He barely visited Sydney, and when he did, you weren’t there to meet with him.
But now, he was coming. And you’d be here. You’d meet him. Christopher. After twelve years. “Oh my god,” you whispered, running your fingers through your hair.
Hannah furrowed her eyebrows, noticing the slight trembling in your voice. “Hey, c’mon. It’s just Christopher.”
“That’s the problem, Hann.” You said quietly, taking a deep breath. “I haven’t seen him in twelve years.”
“Yeah, but still! He’s still Chris! I promise you, he hasn’t changed one bit.”
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The doorbell rang at 11:47PM. Hannah had gone to the bathroom to shower, and you were left alone in the living room. When you heard the doorbell, you froze.
For a moment, you didn’t move, because you knew that if you did, if you walked over to the door and opened it, you’d be met with Christopher.
But your feet moved on their own, padding quickly towards the door. When you opened it, you swore you felt your heart flutter. Was this what Hannah was talking about when she mentioned the feeling of falling in love?
Christopher blinked as he looked at you, his eyes darting all over your face. “Uh.. Hey,” he greeted, low and steady. God, even his voice was attractive. His Australian accent was making your knees weak, and your panties wet, but you tried to not let it get to you.
“H-Hi.” You greeted back, your voice wavering slightly as tears formed in your eyes.
Chris bit his lip nervously, a habit he had since you were kids, and that dimple you loved so much popping at the side of his mouth. “Y/N, I—” you cut him off by jumping in his arms, throwing your arms around his neck as you buried your face in his neck.
He let out an ‘oof’, before wrapping his arms around your waist, holding you up. “I missed you so much,” he mumbled, kissing your forehead.
You had been so worried that he’d be different, more cold and stern. But hearing him say that he missed you made those worries go away in an instant. “I missed you too.” You whispered, sniffling quietly.
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“And then there’s Jeongin, the youngest. You’d love him. He’s quiet but can be loud, he has the sweetest smile and personality, and he’s gentle.” Chris rambled on as he sat on your couch, in your apartment.
You nodded along as he talked, genuinely interested in what he was saying. He’d told you about his members, their debut, how he produced the songs and how he wrote the lyrics.
“So when are you leaving again?” You asked quietly, turning to face him fully. Chris paused, letting out a soft sigh. “In a few days.” He said, pursing his lips.
You frowned at that. “Oh.”
He looked at you then, a small, sad smile on his lips. “Yah,” he said, reaching for your hand. “I’m here now, yeah?” He smiled. “We have a few days to spend time together.”
You nodded, biting your lip.
“So, how have you been holding up?” He asked gently, leaning back against the couch.
“I’m.. I’m holding up fine.” You mumbled, glancing away.
“Define ‘fine’, Y/N.”
You let out a frustrated huff, sinking back into the couch. “I.. I guess my job’s good,” you started. “I mean.. It doesn’t exactly provide me good money, but I guess it could be worse.”
It couldn’t have been worse. Sure, you had an apartment. But it wasn’t big. It wasn’t how you wanted it to be. It wasn’t necessarily bad or not tidy, you actually kept it really clean. But the money you got weren’t enough. You weren’t broke, but it wasn’t really convenient either.
You worked two jobs, and the only reason why you weren’t at work right now was because it was Sunday.
“And you know, things get tough from time to time, but I manage. I mean, I.. I have Hannah! She’s great!”
“Y/N—”
“I hang out a lot at her house. She’s been helping me—Not financially, of course! I can’t accept money. But she’s there for me, you know.”
“Y/N-ah—”
“And I’m trying! Two jobs are exhausting, but at least I get paid, right? I mean—”
“Y/N!” Chris finally managed to cut you off, grabbing your hands. “Look at me.” He said softly. You bit the inside of your cheek, turning your head to the side. That’s when he saw the tears. “Hey, hey—None of that,” he pulled you closer immediately, wiping away your tears with his thumbs.
You cried for quite a while in his chest before you pulled back, your eyes red and puffy, but you were feeling much better.
“Talk about something else,” you said quietly. “Tell me about your love life.”
He laughed, throwing his head back. “Seriously?” You nodded. “Mm, okay. Let’s see..” he trailed off.
He looked at you, a gentle smile on his face. “There’s this girl I was really close with when we were younger,” he started, and you already knew he was talking about you. “Then we grew apart. And I was really sad that we did, because as I grew up, I developed feelings for her, even though I hadn’t seen her in ages.”
He cupped your jaw gently, pulling your face closer to his. “And then I came back to Sydney. And she opened the door, and when I saw her, I realized I was in love.”
You didn’t think of who initiated the kiss first. But what you thought of was the feeling of his lips on yours. The way his tongue was in your mouth, licking around before pressing flat against yours.
You hummed against his mouth, shifting on the couch until you were on his lap, your knees on either side of his muscular thighs as you started grinding shamelessly on his cock. He was already half-hard, but when you ground on him? He was a goner.
He broke the kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer, pressing you tightly against him. “You feel so good already,” he muttered, kissing down your neck. “Wonder how you feel under those clothes..”
“Mm, you should find out..” you encouraged, leaning back and lifting your arms so he could pull up your shirt. It hit the floor with a quiet thud, and his hands were immediately on your bare skin. “Fuck, so beautiful..”
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“C’mon, beautiful, don’t be shy now.” Chris muttered, playfully slapping your ass. “Sit on it.” He demanded, and fuck, it turned you on so fucking much. “I don’t wanna hurt you, Channie..” you mumbled, but you were already pulling your panties down.
“Channie? You haven’t called be that since we were kids.” He said with a smile. You smiled back softly. “Mm, we’re not kids anymore though,” you whispered, crawling up his chest. “We’re not.” He agreed, shifting back against the pillow to get more comfortable.
Once you were hovering over his face, you glanced down at him. He looked up at you with half-lidded eyes, winking at you once before pushed you down by gripping your ass.
He started slowly, taking his time dragging his tongue up your inner thighs, mouthing at your skin, leaving small hickeys. You tangled your fingers through his silver hair, tugging. “Don’t tease..” you whined.
He hummed, but continued doing it anyway. “You always had a thing f’my nose,” he muttered against your soft skin. He finally titled his head up, licking a fat stripe up your folds, making your thighs clench and tighten around his face. You looked down at him. “I’m—Fuck.. I’m sorry, did I.. Hurt you..?” You panted, biting your lip.
He just shook his head, his eyes closing in pure bliss as he devoured you. Tongue twisting and flicking teasingly at your dripping hole, his hand rubbing your stomach gently while his thumb circled your clit, the other hand wrapping around your waist. “You taste divine,” he murmured, moaning against your skin.
The vibration of it was enough to make your hips stutter, unconsciously grinding against his face as you felt his nose, that fucking nose, nudging your clit every time your hips rolled forward. “Shit—Chris..!”
You breathed out, gripping his hair tighter as you reached behind you with your free hand, sliding your hand down his body until it wrapped around his cock, slowly pumping it up and down. His hips jerked up immediately, his mouth opening against your skin to pant, his tongue never faltering, though.
“Fuckfuck, I’m coming—Chris!” You moaned, your hand speeding up as your hips lifted in the air, but he held you down, tongue working you through your orgasm. He followed right after, your moans triggering his own release as he threw his head back, grunting when he felt his cum shooting out.
You were quick, turning around and leaning down, holding your hair back with one hand as you swiped your tongue over the tip, humming at the salty taste of him, before taking him in your mouth. He was definitely bigger than average, your throat struggling slightly to relax, but eventually, it did.
“Fuck—Y/N, you don’t have to..” he trailed off, letting out a breathy chuckle as he gathered your hair up with his hands, stroking it gently as he pushed your head down. “Don’t stop—Just like that, ma..” he sighed.
He was a mess. He had already cum once, but he was about to do it again on your tongue. You started bobbing faster, your free hand cupping his balls. You pulled back just slightly, making him whine. “Need it inside me,” you mumbled, pushing yourself up. You crawled up in his lap, wrapping your legs and arms around him.
“Put it in, pretty.” He muttered, hands groping and squeezing your flesh. He helped you lift up slightly, before helping you lower down. “Fuuuck.” He moaned, his forehead falling to rest against yours. “Fuck, Y/N.”
You moaned the moment you rolled your hips, your one arm wrapped around his neck, the other resting on the back of his head as you started to move, slowly at first to savor the feeling of him inside you. “Oh, Chris..” you moaned, your eyes rolling back in your head as you felt his warm palms squeeze your ass cheeks, stroking them and spreading them apart.
“That’s it, ride me love.” He breathed against your ear, leaving a trail of wet kisses down to your chest. “I could stay in you forever—Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight..” he murmured, muttering praises between kisses.
Eventually, your hips sped up as the warmth inside your lower stomach spread, chasing your second orgasm. “Chris, I’m.. Fuck!” You moaned, head falling to his shoulder. He started thrusting upwards, his owns movements fast and desperate. “Yeah? Go on, milk my cock like the good girl you are. Wanna.. Fuuck, wanna it.” He panted, pulling you by your hair to kiss you.
You were both a moaning mess now, panting and moaning into each other’s mouth, your hands gripping his hair, shoulders, nails digging into his skin, leaving faint scratches as his hands kneaded your ass, your waist, your breasts, everywhere he could, until a shallow thrust and a twitch of your hips broke the both of you, reaching your peak as you whimpered into his mouth, his owns eyes rolling back as he released inside you.
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“You’ll stay at my house,” he started gently, rubbing your arm up and down. “I’ll lend you as much money as you need until everything is settled. Until you’re financially stable.” He muttered against your hair, closing his eyes as he inhaled your scent.
You stiffened against his chest, your fingers pausing their movements on his skin. “Chris—”
“That’s final.” He interrupted, tilting your face up. “I make billions, Y/N. Lending you money is no problem.” He reassured you, leaning down to kiss you gently. You exhaled shakily against his lips before you both pulled back.
“Let me be here f’you.” He muttered, stroking your cheek. You bit your lip, blinking slowly as you nodded. “Thank you so much.” You said softly, shifting to hug him. “I don’t know how to repay you.” He chuckled.
“Well.. You can start by letting me fuck you again.”
𝜗ৎ pairings: werewolf!fem!reader x werewolf!bang chan
𝜗ৎ content warnings: adult content (18+), knotting (werewolf mating), fated mates, marking / mating bites, possessive behavior, primal/mating instincts, scenting / rut-like behavior, power dynamics, touch-triggered bond, reader is mid twenties, fluff at the end
𝜗ৎ word count: 2.6k | not edited
𝜗ৎ synopsis: Reader a wolf without a mate. He’s an alpha with an empty bond. Their paths were never meant to cross, until they do. When an encounter brings her face-to-face with Chan, the powerful alpha of the neighboring pack, an undeniable pull begins to unravel the world they thought they knew. One touch is all it takes to ignite the truth: they were never strangers. They were fated.
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You were walking through the woods, mumbling to yourself about how much the one wolf in your pack was such a goddamn idiot. You had just gotten into it with him, he thinks there’s a bond there.
There isn’t, at all.
He doesn’t want to believe it, which pissed you off even more because you’re not going to settle for someone you don’t feel that bond with, why should you? The alphas, also your parents, preach about how there’s a wolf out there for everyone, and everyone has a bond, it just takes longer for some people.
You in this case.
Which is okay, your mother reminds you constantly that it’ll happen when the time is right, when the stars align, you’ll find your mate.
You come to a stop at the trail that divides your pack and the neighboring one. You look left, then right and go right. You walk along it, not on it. The trail isn’t claimed by either pack, but still, you respect it.
As you walk, you can’t help but sense that you’re being watched.
You were.
Chan stood a little ways ahead on his side, body half hidden by a tree as he crouched behind it, eyes never leaving you. Even when you look up, directly at him, his gaze doesn’t falter.
“You’re Chan, right?” You ask, slowly coming to a stop, “Don’t worry, I didn’t walk on the trail.”
“I know.” He replies, slowly standing up. You noticed that he was muscular, very built. Scars scattered evenly across the skin that wasn’t hidden by his jacket, he was shirtless underneath, “I’ve been watching you.”
Your brows raise slightly, “Oh?” A smirk toys with your lips, you knew that, “Any particular reason why?”
“Just tryna figure out who you are.”
“Y/n. Daughter of Alek and Milysa Ravena.”
“Ravena..” He repeats slowly, noting that you’re not a threat, “What are you doing out here alone?”
“I’m not alone.. I’m with you.”
He smirks, nodding once, “Ah, yeah. Guess you’re not fully wrong.” He steps out from behind the tree, “You smell angry.”
You let out a soft laugh, “You can smell me from there?”
“Kinda hard not to.”
You smelled like cinnamon and wild rain. It was spicy and sharp with something fresh underneath, enough to make his instincts snap. The angered undertone only added to it, he felt like he needed to protect you, and didn’t fully know why.
Both of you felt it, that.. pull. That feeling of wanting to be closer but not willing to risk crossing the boarder until you know for sure what exactly it is.
“Yeah.” You nod, “I know what you mean.” You could smell him from where he stood as well. He smelled like dark vanilla and musk, and it made your wolf go absolutely insane, clawing at you from the inside, pushing you closer.
“Why are you angry?” He asks, “Something happen within your pack?”
“Something like that.” You shrug, instinctively stepping closer to the edge of the trail, eyes never leaving him, “One of the wolves, he’s sure there’s a bond there, between him and I, but there’s not.”
Chan’s jaw works, the idea of another wolf, another man wanting you causes his blood to burn within him, “Ah, just because you’re the daughter of the alpha, I assume?”
You nod, huffing out a laugh, “Yeah, that is exactly what I think it is.” You roll your eyes, glancing over your shoulder and back, “I know how bonds work, ever since I could remember that’s one thing they’ve already preached about. Bonds happen naturally, they aren’t created by force, blah blah blah.”
“Naturally.” He breathes out, nodding with a flick of his brow, “Yeah, that’s what I tell my pack, too. I also tell them that there’s no timeline either. It happens when it happens.”
You nod slowly, “When the stars align.”
“Exactly.”
There’s a moment of silence, not awkward, knowing, respectful, maybe a little heated.
He breaks the silence, “So you’re out here blowing off some steam?” You nod, “Yeah, was gonna shift, run the trail but-“
“This trail?” His brows furrow, “You know this trail is dangerous right? The cliffs, the water, river runs high this time of year, you know..”
“I know.” You smirk, “I like the challenge.”
His gaze stays on you, not arguing, “Then I’m coming with you.” It wasn’t a questions. He’s already pulling his jacket off tossing it down. You watch him, eyes scanning over his bare torso, seeing his frame fully without the cover of fabric.
Your wolf is going berserk.
You blink, “I- right, okay.” You clear your throat and walk over to a boulder on your side, pulling off your sweatshirt and kicking off your shoes. When you shift, you lose your clothes, so you save what you want for when you come back to your human form.
He watches you from his side of the trail, head tilted slightly. He watches the way you move, every detail, and it makes his wolf whimper with want. His eyes scan down over your back, notice the scar on your shoulder, “How’d you get that?”
You glance back at him, standing there in your jeans and sports bra, “Oh, uh, when I was younger, a few kids and I were racing through the woods. I tripped on a branch, my wolf reflexes weren’t fully developed yet, and a rock got me good, deep. I healed fast, but didn’t heal fully right either.”
“I think it’s beautiful. Gives you stories, yeah?”
Your eyes cut to his chest again, seeing more scars, “Seems like you have a lot of’em yourself.”
He gives a half smirk, nodding as he glances down and back up, “That I do.” He motions to the trail, “Ready to run?”
A smile forms on your lips and you walk over. Your shift is seamless. Mid stride, human one second, a gorgeous grey and white wolf the next. Chan watches you in awe, major reverence, “Holy shit.” He exhales a soft awed laugh, “Look at you. You’re.. gorgeous.”
You shake out your fur, stretching instinctively as you wait for him.
His shift is even more seamless, shifting where he stands. He’s nothing like you’ve ever seen. Black fur coating his strongly built wolf frame, his eyes matching his human form, right eye brown, left eye, the one with the scar over it, blue.
You let out an appreciative whine, stepping closer without meaning to.
He holds your gaze for a second and huffs, nodding towards the trail. You turn, immediately taking off. He doesn’t outpace you, or fall behind, he keeps right along with you, running side by side.
As you round the sharp curve of the trail, he brushes up against you, and it sends a jolt of electricity through both of you.
You both stop abruptly. You stare at him, he stares at you, knowing exactly what that was.
The Mate bond.
He was your mate, and you were his.
Everything started filtering in, rather quickly at that. You walk up to him, nose nudging his and you sniff back to his neck, nuzzling into it. Your tongue comes out, licking along his fur.
You were scenting him, and he starts doing it right back.
He nuzzles info your fur, leaving his scent deep within the strands of it, whining lowly as the urge to claim you grew stronger and stronger.
You let out a low growl, but it wasn’t out of malice, it was need.
You two circle each other, wolf to wolf, bodies to bodies. You felt his warmth, he felt yours, and it didn’t feel like it was enough. His leg went over your body and pulled you into him, his massive figure curling around yours, protection, possession.
He nips your ear in a claiming way, whining as he nuzzles back into your neck, his wolf purring with the way you give into him.
Your head lifts and you start licking under his jaw, letting out a low huff as you try and push yourself closer to him, feeling the need that any little space was absolutely unnecessary right now.
You wanted one thing. Him. Your mate.
And he wanted you. His mate.
He lets out a low growl, head tilting back, he loves what you’re doing, loves that the mating instinct is taking over.
In a blink, you’re both shifted, naked, and not even a second later his lips are on yours. He groans against your mouth, hands sliding up and down your body before grabbing your wrists and pinning them a beside your head, “Let me know if I hurt you.” He mumbles as his nose drags along your jaw, breathing in your scent, “God I need you so goddamn bad.”
You answer with a whimper, head tilting which drives him even more crazy. A wolf giving access to their neck is the sacred, fully given trust to the other person.
“Fuuck.” He grinds against you, already painfully hard, “You smell like me already.” He licks over the pulse point in your neck, “Mine.”
Your hips roll forward, lips parted as the need for him becomes almost unbarable, “Chan, Chan, please.”
He groans against your skin, “You want that?” He kisses along your jaw, tongue slipping out to drag it along your skin to your mouth, “You want me, tell me, please.” His tone is slipping into being desperate, “Tell me I’m yours.”
“You’re mine.” You breathe, “Fuck, I’ve never-“ A moan cuts your words off as he ruts into you again, harder, desperate, “Ch-Chan, I never felt this way, about anyone, oh god, please.”
He growls, inhaling your scent as he drags his nose back your jaw, reaching down with one hand to push your thigh outward, his grip tight, “You’re mine.” He breathes out against the side of your neck, growling out as he thrusts his cock into you, “Mine.”
Your back arches high, chest squishing against his as you let out a gasped moan, “F-fuck, Chan!” Your head tips back, pants slipping from your lips as you feel him grind his hips against yours.
“You feel so fucking good, y/n.” His voice is almost a whine. He drag his lips along your neck, “I wanna mark you, can I-“
“Yes.” You cut him off, breathy and halfway gone, “please, Chan.” Your free hand slides over his shoulder and pull him closer, “Mark me.”
He groans against your neck, teeth grazing where your neck meets your shoulder and he pulls his hips back and slams back into you, “Fuck, not yet.” He sounds like he’s slipping with his control, “I need- I want-“ he cuts himself off with a groan, his hips getting into a rhythm, hard and slow.
Each thrusts pulls a sound out of you, your nails dig into his upper back and he groans, “That’s it, fuck, feels good, yeah?” He lifts his head, looking down at you for only a second and then his lips crash to yours, swallowing every sound you make and returning one of his own. His hand on your thigh tightens and he pulls it higher against his side, getting a deeper angle that makes you cry out with more pleasure.
Your lips part against his, panting as your body tightens around him, “I- fuck, you have me right fuckin’ there already.”
“Hold if f’me, please.” He mumbles against your mouth, “I need to be with you when you do it.” He kisses you again, deep, desperate, tongue pushing against yours, “You taste perfect.” Thrust, “you feel perfect.” Another thrust, “You are perfect.”
Your legs lock around his waist, ankle over the other and that drives him insane, “Fuck, that’s it, that’s my girl.”
His hand that’s still holding your wrist, let’s go finally, only to move to your jaw, holding your face to his so you don’t look away. Your eyes are half lidded, lips parted, sounds spilling in a constant string.
You were a mess under him, holding on so you can come together.
“Chan-“ you breathe out, arms hooking around his neck as your eyes flutter closed. They snap back open, “Chan- I-“
“Little bit longer, baby. I promise, doin’ so good f’me, hm.. taking me so fuckin’ well.” He glances down between your bodies, groaning as he watches his cock slide in and out of you, “Fuuuck, baby.” He lifts his head as he leans in, capturing your lips once again.
You moan into his mouth, body jolting as the urge to come is growing overwhelming almost. Your arms and legs tighten around him, and your head tips back, moans and whine filling the clearing.
Chan slips his arms under you, his hands holding your shoulders and his thrusts turn desperate, “C’mon baby, c’mon baby.” He growls lowly, nuzzling into your neck, “Come for me, come for me and I’ll mark you.”
That’s all it took, your body convulsed once, twice, three times under him and he bit your neck, that mate bond spot right where your neck meets shoulder. He bites deep, holding it there for a second as his knot swells inside of you, locking the two of you together.
Between the combination of your orgasm, his knot, and the bond snapping fully into place, your vision was going white and your sounds grew louder than they’ve been.
His moans are muffled by your shoulder in his mouth and he slowly releases, licking over it as his hips slows down to grind, “You took that perfect, y/n, fuck you’re mine.” He kisses the mark again, “So good, so, fucking good.” He nuzzles into your neck under your jaw, more gently this time with a soft growl.
Your legs are still locked around him, still shaking, and same with your arms around his neck. Your sounds grow quieter, and everything between you grows softer. You’re still breathing heavy, but nothing compares to what you feel for Chan right now.
His knot is still swollen inside of you, pulsing as it reaches its peak, “I never..” he starts out, words muffled against your neck. He lifts his head slowly, pressing soft kisses over your cheeks, nose, and lips as he speaks, “I never thought-“ kiss, “I’d have this-“ kiss, “with anyone.”
He kisses your lips, deep, hard, “I’m so glad it’s with you.” He kisses your other cheek, voice just above a whisper, “Never in my life, did I think I would get this lucky.”
Your hands slide down to rest on the sides of his neck, thumbs brushing over his skin, “A part of me never believed I had one.” Your voice is quiet, a soft whimper slips out as he shifts ever so slightly.
“Sorry, sorry.” He whispers as he glances down and then back to your face, “Hurts?” He reaches up, brushing hair from your face, “I know, I knew someone was out there for me..” He kisses your temple, “Can’t imagine it being anyone else but you.”
“Just.. not used to it yet.” You laugh softly, thumbs still brushing over his skin, “It’s okay.. I’m okay, more than okay actually.” Your eyes search his, taking in the features on his face, just taking in him, “My wolf loves your wolf, just so you know..”
He smiles at your words, eyes crinkling slightly at the corners, “Mine loves yours, too.” He nuzzles into your neck again, pressing a kiss to the mark on your skin, “What about the woman? Does she like the man the wolf turns into?”
You slide your hand to the center of his back between his shoulder blades, “Yeah, I guess it is now safe to say that the woman, me, loves the man, you.”
He lifts his head, elbow resting in the dirt by your head and his hand lays on top of it. His eyes lock onto yours, his expression growing softer, “I love you, too.”
Your heart skips a beat, he smirks as he hears it, “Yeah, you have that effect on me, too, baby.” He leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, “We are going to have such a beautiful life together.”
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Thanks for reading, trouble. Likes feed my ego. Reblogs? Those feed my delusions. Anything is appreciated though ♡
Fake Texts: Photo's the Stray Kids send you of your boyfriend
Pairing: Bang Chan x F!Reader
A/N: NEW SMAU SERIES (kinda lol)! Like my bf text ones, I'm gonna make one for each of the boys. And of course, who else to start with then Bang Chan himself.
SS Count: 9
Photo Texts: Bang Chan - Lee Know - Changbin - Hyunjin - Han - Felix - Seungmin - I.N
