The familiar scent of your shared cabin, cedar, ozone, and Chan’s clean, masculine scent, is suddenly contaminated. The air is so thick it feels like velvet on your tongue, heavy with something metallic and sweet, like burnt sugar mixed with raw, untamed power. The heat has come early, fierce, and entirely unexpected.
You find Chan in the center of the room, shirtless, his muscles corded and twitching. He is pacing, a low, frantic energy radiating from him. His skin is flushed with fever, glistening with sweat that is already soaking the collar of his jeans. His eyes, usually crinkled in a familiar smile, are blown wide, pupils dark wells drowning out the gold.
He sees you and stumbles back, hitting the wall. “Don’t,” he groans, the word ripped from his throat, layered with a warning growl. “Get out. My suppressants… they.... I can’t be around you right now.”
But you refuse to leave. You are his best friend. You know this raw, dangerous side of him is still him, and you can’t stand to see him in such excruciating suffering. “Chan, you’re burning up,” you say, reaching a hand out.
He flinches away, his breath ragged, smelling of musk and panic. “If you stay,” he warns, the growl now dominant, “I won’t stop. I can’t.”
His heavy, intoxicating scent thickens in the space, pulling at something primal deep inside you, a low, insistent ache you never knew you had. It’s no longer just his fear you smell, it’s his raw, pheromones, a demand you suddenly crave to meet. His skin, where it shines with sweat, feels like a furnace against the sudden clamminess of your own. You take another step toward him. His entire body trembles, his struggle visible in the way his fists clench and unclench.
“Stop,” he begs, but the plea in his voice is fractured, desperate, asking you to break his discipline.
The first touch is accidental, but so desperate and devastating. You reach for his arm, and his hand clamps down on your wrist, hard, his grip too tight for friendship. Before you can register the pain, he drags your arm forward, pulling your scent gland right to his muzzle.
He doesn't bite. He simply breathes, taking in your scent in a deep, shivering inhale that drags raggedly over the delicate skin of your throat. His nose is rough, cool, and wet. The friction makes a wave of dizzying heat rush straight to your core, turning your insides soap-slick and trembling with immediate need.
He stumbles out an apology, but instinct is already winning. His hands are already on your waist, pulling you against the hard ridge of his erection, which is hot and straining against his denim. He closes his eyes, his voice desperate, feral, barely tethered to humanity.
“Please, just this once. Let me? Let me claim you. I need you.”
You can only nod, the single movement a surrender that sends the feverish gold back into his eyes. Once you give in, it is raw, messy, and urgent. He rips your remaining clothes away, his hands hot and possessive, driven by pure instinct. He slams you down onto the furs, his weight heavy, his scent overpowering, and his mouth immediately claims your neck again, nuzzling deep and hard. You are already slick with your own rising heat, dripping and aching for him. He doesn’t waste time. He prepares you with brutal, skilled efficiency, fingers pushing deep past comfort into desperate necessity, the friction of his hand against your slick core making you cry out.
“So warm- fuck,” he groans, his hips already aligning. “You’ll take it, won’t you? Take all of me.”
He pushes forward with the full, heavy force of his rut, burying himself in one deep, commanding thrust. Your back arches against the thick fur, the deep, full possession stealing the air from your lungs. He immediately begins the bruising rhythm, hard, fast, and purposeful. His intent is clear… Fill you completely, to seal the bond. He uses one hand to clamp your hips down, pulling your pelvis into the precise angle required to ensure maximum depth and retention.
“Mine. You are only mine now,” he snarls, the words punctuating every deep, punishing stroke.
As he reaches his peak, his entire body tenses, and you feel the unmistakable pressure of his form shifting, the knot swells and locks you together. It’s an agonizing, magnificent feeling of physical entrapment, holding him deep, deep inside your core. He groans, the sound of his cum spilling hot and heavy into your heat-driven body. But even after his first orgasm, he doesn't stop.
The knot slowly recedes, allowing a sliver of separation, but as he pulls back slightly, a thick, white trail of his seed spills onto the fur between your thighs. Chan's exhausted sigh immediately turns into a low, murderous snarl.
"No," he commands, his voice thick with rage and desperation. "Need to keep it in, baby, or it won't take."
His wolf demands more. He pushes up on his elbows, panting, eyes blazing gold. He flips you roughly onto your stomach, pushing your hips up to expose you completely. He yanks you back against his hip, holding your waist tight. He takes you again and again, the new angle leaving you overstimulated, gasping, dripping with sweat and his essence. He pushes faster, harder, flooding you with hot seed until you feel swollen, heavy, and completely bred.
When the fever finally begins to fade, the primal frenzy giving way to exhaustion, he collapses heavily on top of you, panting, the knot still locking you together from the second, more aggressive round. The feeling of being so full, so thoroughly claimed and sealed, is overwhelming. He refuses to pull out, grinding his hips lazily, the friction dull and deeply possessive.
“Mine,” he mumbles into your throat, his breath hot and ragged. “You smell like mine now. You’re full of me.”
He licks the sweat from your throat, a low, rasping sound, then gently nuzzles your jaw, scent-marking you like a sated mate claiming his prize. The gesture is both fierce and tender.
“Don't you dare move,” he whispers, his voice thick with satisfied dominance. “Gotta keep it in you. My knot belongs inside you. We’re done cleaning up. Just stay.”
You lie tangled beneath his heavy, protective weight, utterly spent. The line between best friends is gone. You trace the sharp curve of his jaw, pressing closer, realizing with a deep, calm satisfaction that you can’t even bring yourself to regret a single second.
This work contains mature themes, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!
ANGRY BOYS MASTERLIST
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You weren’t supposed to go out.
That was the only rule he gave you tonight.
He was busy working late in the studio, and when you texted “I’m bored,” he replied fast and sharp:
“Stay home. Don’t make me come get you.”
But you didn’t listen.
You got dressed.
Put on that little top he hates—tight, black, cropped way too high.
And you left.
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You knew you fucked up the second the door closed.
Not slammed. Not banged.
Just… clicked shut.
It was quiet. You didn’t even turn around—you didn’t have to. You could feel him behind you. The weight of his presence. The fury he wore like a second skin.
The same fury he never said out loud.
That was the worst thing about Bang Chan.
He didn’t yell. Didn’t threaten. Didn’t explode.
He watched and he waited.
And when he was mad? Really, truly pissed?
He got quiet, scarily quiet.
Like right now.
You stood in the middle of the kitchen, fingers still wrapped around a glass of water you suddenly didn’t need anymore.
Your voice cracked first.
“Chan, I—”
“Where were you?”
Three words. Low. Measured. Like a warning wrapped in silk.
You swallowed hard, staring down at the countertop. “Out.”
“Not what I asked.”
You flinched.
He hadn’t even moved, and still, your entire body tensed like prey sensing a predator.
“I was with friends,” you said, softer now.
“Whose?”
You hesitated and he stepped forward.
Your breath caught.
“I told you not to go,” he murmured. “Didn’t I?”
You nodded.
“And you went anyway.”
You nodded again.
“Did you think I wouldn’t find out?”
You turned then, slowly, unsure why your legs were shaking. “I didn’t— I wasn’t trying to—”
“To what?” His head tilted. “Piss me off? Test me? Show me how little you think of my rules?”
Your mouth opened. No sound came out.
That’s when he smiled.
Not the sweet, boyish smile you were used to.
No. This one was sharp. Slow. Dangerous.
The kind of smile you’d never seen on him before.
It made your stomach drop.
“I see,” he said softly, dragging the words out like honey.
He stepped forward again. One step. Then another.
You backed into the counter.
He didn’t stop.
“I give you rules,” he continued, “because I know how this works. I know how you work. I know what happens when you get bored.”
“Chan…”
“And what do you do?” He was close now. Too close. “You run off to some guy’s house. Let him touch what isn’t his.”
“I didn’t— No one touched me—”
Chan’s eyes darkened.
“And I’m supposed to believe that?”
You stared at him, chest rising and falling too fast. You didn’t understand why your thighs were clenching together. Why your pulse was racing in fear—or was it something else entirely?
Then his voice dropped to a whisper.
“Take your clothes off.”
Your lips parted. “What?”
He leaned in. His breath hit your cheek. “Now.”
You didn’t move.
He exhaled a humorless laugh.
“Still so stubborn.”
Then, without another word, he turned around and walked away.
You blinked.
Where was he going?
But he didn’t leave. He went to the living room. Sat down in the middle of the couch. Then spoke loud enough for you to hear:
“You’ve got ten seconds to come kneel. If I get to ten, you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”
Your entire body pulsed.
That was the moment you realized…
This wasn’t casual anymore.
This wasn’t the friends-with-benefits arrangement you thought you had control over.
This was Chan, taking the reins you dropped the second you disobeyed him.
And he wasn’t going to give them back.
You didn’t even remember moving. One second you were frozen in the kitchen, heart punching your ribs. The next, you were walking—no, drifting—toward him like your body knew what to do even if your mind didn’t.
Ten seconds had passed. Probably more. He hadn’t called out again. He didn’t need to.
You found him on the couch, legs spread wide, head tilted back, one arm draped along the backrest like a king on a throne.
Your place was already waiting for you.
On the floor. Between his knees.
You stopped in front of him, fists clenched at your sides, your pride flaring up in one last flicker.
He looked at you then.
Not your face. Not your eyes.
He looked down.
“You’re not kneeling.”
“I’m not a dog.”
“Then don’t act like one.”
That landed like a slap. Your breath caught. He didn’t take it back.
The silence that followed stretched razor-thin.
And then, slowly, like the smallest white flag—
You sank.
First to your knees. Then to your heels. Hands in your lap. Eyes cast low.
There was a sharp inhale. His.
A beat. Maybe two.
Then he leaned forward.
“You disobeyed me,” he said quietly. “And then you lied to me. And now you’re on your knees.”
You nodded once. Shame bloomed low in your stomach—but it curled up with heat too.
He reached out and tilted your chin up.
His gaze was fire and ice.
“Do you think I like punishing you?”
“I…” You swallowed. “I don’t know.”
“I don’t.”
His thumb brushed your bottom lip.
“But I will.”
You almost whimpered.
He stood up, moving around you like a wolf circling its prey. The air behind you shifted as he knelt, leaned in, whispered at your ear.
“I want you to sit with it,” he murmured. “The guilt. The tension. The ache.”
Goosebumps swept your skin.
“I want you to feel how different everything is now. This isn’t just casual anymore, is it?”
You shook your head, lips trembling.
“Say it.”
“It’s not casual anymore.”
“Why?”
You blinked, breath stuttering. “Because I broke the rules.”
His hand slid down your arm, slow and deliberate.
“Because you’re mine,” he said. “And you’re going to learn exactly what that means.”
“I’m sorry”
“You want to play games?” His voice was low—barely above a growl. “Then open that bratty mouth and show me how sorry you are.”
He didn’t wait for you to obey.
Chan stood up, pulled his cock free, and slapped it across your face with a sharp smack that made your cheek sting. You flinched, but he grabbed a fistful of your hair and forced you to look up at him.
“That’s right,” he sneered. “Eyes on me while I fuck that pretty little throat raw.”
You barely got your mouth open before he shoved his cock in, thick and heavy, filling your tongue and pushing deep without hesitation. You gagged around him instantly, but he didn’t ease up—not even a little.
“You thought you could act like a fucking brat and not pay for it?”
He shoved deeper.
“Now look at you. Exactly where you belong.”
You choked, drool already spilling down your chin as his hips snapped forward again—rough, punishing thrusts that didn’t give you space to breathe. His grip in your hair was brutal, controlling every movement of your head, using you like you were nothing but a hole to fuck the rage out of.
“Cry for me,” he bit out. “I want to see tears. I want you wrecked.”
And you were—mascara running, jaw aching, throat tight around his cock as he kept pushing deeper, harder. He slapped the base of his cock against your lips again just to watch you flinch and moan, then shoved it back down your throat until your eyes rolled.
“You hear that?” he grunted, voice ragged with control. “That sloppy little gag? That’s the sound of you being put in your fucking place.”
You gasped when he pulled out suddenly, your body sagging with the rush of air.
But it didn’t last.
He slapped his cock across your tear-streaked face again, then shoved it back into your mouth—deeper this time, holding your head still as he forced you to take every inch.
“Fucking useless unless you’ve got my dick in your throat, huh?”
You moaned around him. Shameful. Desperate.
“You better cum from this,” he growled. “You better be soaking the floor while I fuck your face or I swear—”
He cut himself off with a curse, thrusting once, twice—then groaning as his cock twitched deep in your throat. Your eyes watered harder, lungs burning as you swallowed around him like you were made for it.
And even as you choked, you reached between your legs, rubbing yourself frantically—because fuck, this was what you needed.
He yanked you off him with a wet pop, spit and cum dripping from your lips as he stared down at your wrecked face.
“You’re not done,” he hissed. “Get on the couch. Now.”
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You were already begging and he hadn’t even touched you properly.
The sharp look in Chan’s eyes was enough to undo every ounce of bravado you had left. You backed up a step—then another—bare feet scuffing against the floor as you tried to put space between the two of you.
“Don’t,” you whispered, voice shaky.
His stare dropped to your trembling legs, then dragged up your body with slow, dangerous precision. His jaw flexed once—tight, controlled—before he moved.
You turned to run. It was pure instinct.
But you didn’t get far.
In seconds he was behind you, one strong arm hooking around your waist as he dragged you back against his chest. His other hand clamped down over your mouth as you let out a gasp, muffled and desperate.
“I warned you,” he breathed against your ear. “Didn’t I?”
You shook your head frantically, but he ignored it.
He lifted you—just picked you up like you weighed nothing—and tossed you onto the bed. Your breath caught, wrists scrambling to push up, but Chan was already crawling over you, his thighs caging yours in, his hand pressing between your shoulder blades to keep you down.
“Stay,” he said, low and clipped.
Your heart was pounding.
You heard him shift behind you, the sound of fabric rustling—and when you turned your head to look, he was already looping a long strip of black cloth between his fingers.
“No—wait, I—”
He grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head, using the cloth to bind them together. His knot was tight and fast, practiced.
“Too late for begging now,” he said. “You wanted to act like a brat?”
You whimpered.
“Then I’ll treat you like one.”
Chan sat back on his heels behind you, dragging your hips up into the air with a single, rough tug. Your chest stayed flush against the mattress, arms stretched out above your head, wrists locked tight in the soft fabric. You could barely move.
“Look at you,” he muttered, staring down at your soaked thighs. “Soaked, and I haven’t even touched you.”
He palmed your ass, spreading you open, watching the way you clenched. You whined, trying to push your face into the sheets.
He landed a hard slap across your skin.
You gasped, body jerking.
“That’s not where your attention belongs.”
He spanked you again—harder—and then again, until you were crying out with every strike, breathless and squirming.
“You backtalked,” he growled. Smack. “You disobeyed.” Smack. “And now you’re gonna take every second of this.”
He leaned down, his chest warm against your spine.
“You’re gonna thank me for it too.”
You swallowed hard, barely able to think through the sting and heat of his hands. “Th-Thank you,” you whispered.
He chuckled—cold, low.
“Not yet.”
And then you felt it—his fingers, slipping between your legs, stroking through your slick folds, teasing you with slow, cruel pressure that didn’t give you what you needed. You cried out, frustrated, your wrists straining against the binds.
But Chan was patient. So fucking patient.
“You don’t get my cock,” he murmured, “until you’ve earned it.”
Your wrists ached in the best way—tied tight, stretched out, your whole body bent into a position you couldn’t fight even if you tried. Not that you would.
Not when you felt Chan kneel behind you again, his rough hands trailing up your thighs like he was deciding what to devour first.
“You’ve made a mess of yourself,” he muttered, running his thumb through your soaked folds.
You whimpered at the contact, body twitching.
“Didn’t even get fucked, and you’re already dripping down your legs.” His voice was low, dangerous. “What kind of girl are you, hmm?”
You didn’t answer.
You couldn’t.
He grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked your head back just enough to speak into your ear.
“Answer me.”
Your voice was broken, breathless. “Y-Yours—”
He shoved your face back into the mattress with a grunt. “That’s right.”
Then he dropped lower behind you, spreading you open like it was nothing—hands firm on your ass, forcing you wide, fully exposed.
You gasped when you felt his mouth.
His tongue licked a slow stripe from your clit to your entrance, teasing, almost gentle—but the grip on your hips said otherwise. Said you weren’t going anywhere.
And then he groaned.
The sound vibrated through your core, deep and feral.
“Fuck,” he muttered. “You taste unreal.”
And then he dug in.
His mouth was ruthless, tongue working in steady, unrelenting circles over your clit while his hands held you down. Your knees trembled under the force of it. You tried to rock your hips, to chase that pressure—but he just tightened his grip until you couldn’t move an inch.
He flicked his tongue faster, then slower, dragging your orgasm right to the edge before pulling back, lips slick with you.
You whined—high and needy.
“Thought you were bratty,” he said. “Didn’t realize you were this easy.”
He lowered again, this time sucking hard on your clit, letting his nose bump against your skin as he groaned into your cunt. Your moans were broken, loud, shaking into the mattress.
And when he slipped his tongue into you, thick and slow, you screamed.
Your thighs shook, the knot in your stomach pulling tighter and tighter until—
“Don’t you dare,” he growled, pulling back just enough to speak. “Don’t you fucking come.”
You sobbed into the sheets, shaking from the denial. “C-Chan—please—”
But he dove back in, tongue moving faster, lips pulling you apart until your vision went white and your body betrayed you—
You came. Hard.
He felt it instantly—your muscles clenching around nothing, the sob that left your throat, the taste of you spilling over his tongue.
And then he froze.
He pulled back slowly, breathing hard, his mouth wet with your release.
You barely had time to gasp before he was speaking again—calm, dangerous.
“You didn’t just do that.”
Silence.
“You really came without permission.”
Your breath hitched.
“Alright,” he said, voice low and final. “You want to act like that? Fine.”
And before you could blink— He was grabbing your hips, lining himself up, and thrusting in.
The sound he made when he sank into you was feral—a low, guttural growl that vibrated through your bones. He bottomed out in one brutal thrust, hips flush to your ass, so deep you could feel him in your stomach.
“Fuck,” he muttered, voice gravel. “You really came without my permission?”
You tried to speak—but all that came out was a wrecked little sob. He grabbed your bound wrists, yanked your arms back, and used them as leverage to pull you onto his cock again. Harder.
“Answer me.”
“I—I’m sorry—!”
“That’s not an answer.”
“I—I couldn’t help it—!”
He laughed—cold, dangerous. “Then let me help you.”
He dragged almost all the way out before slamming back in, again and again, every thrust deeper than the last, until your breath stuttered and your thighs shook. You were already so sensitive, so overstimulated from the orgasm he explicitly told you not to have, and he was nowhere near done.
One hand released your arms only to close around your throat, pulling you up until your back was pressed to his chest, your knees barely stable under the weight of his body.
“You like being used?” he whispered into your ear. “Being just a hole for me to fuck until I decide you’re worth more than that?”
You whined—completely at his mercy.
He tightened his grip on your neck, choking you just enough to make your vision blur at the edges.
“I said,” he snarled, hips snapping into you with punishing rhythm, “do you like being used?”
“Y-Yes, Daddy—”
That name. That name.
He groaned darkly, slamming into you so hard your toes left the ground for a second.
“Of course you do. Fucking brat.”
His free hand came down hard on your ass—smack—then again, until the skin stung, and all you could do was take it, let him rut into you while you cried out into the sheets.
Then he bent you forward again, one hand fisting your hair this time, the other dragging down your back possessively. “Look at this,” he murmured, watching your body ripple with every thrust. “Taking me so well for someone who doesn’t know how to fucking listen.”
You were babbling by now, some mix of apologies and moans and desperate pleas for more—words you didn’t even know you were saying, your body already starting to tighten again, dangerously close to coming.
He noticed. He always noticed.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” he growled, slapping your clit once, sharp and precise. You screamed.
“Please—please, I can’t—!”
“You can.” He leaned over your back, kissed your shoulder almost mockingly, then bit it. “You’ll come when I say so, and not a second before.”
Your hands struggled against the cloth binding you, but there was no escape—only the relentless rhythm of his hips, the stretch of his cock, the burn of need threatening to swallow you whole.
He pulled out suddenly, and you cried out at the loss—only to be flipped over roughly, legs pushed wide, knees to your chest. The look in his eyes was deadly.
“You want to come so badly?”
You nodded, eyes wild, begging silently.
“Then earn it.”
He shoved back in, deeper than before, and started fucking you like a man possessed. Sweat dripped from his brow, muscles tense, his voice a constant stream of filth between gritted teeth.
“Losing your fucking mind on my cock… Look at you. Crying for it.”
Your vision blurred with tears.
“Say it,” he snarled, grabbing your cheeks to force your eyes to his. “Say whose you are.”
“Y-Yours, Daddy—!”
“And who does this pussy belong to?”
“You—Only you—!”
He growled again, nearly folding you in half as he drove into you harder, faster, until you were screaming his name into the room, your second orgasm detonating like a bomb inside you, every muscle locking tight.
And this time?
He let you have it.
He watched you fall apart, eyes fixed on your trembling body as he finally gave in, pulled out just in time to stroke himself fast over your stomach, cum spilling hot and thick across your skin with a ragged moan of your name.
“Fuck… fuck—”
Then silence.
Only the sound of your shattered breathing, the tremble in your thighs.
Then soft hands untied your wrists. Warm fingers cupped your cheeks.
“Hey…” he whispered, thumb brushing away a tear. “You okay?”
You nodded, dazed.
“You really drive me insane, you know that?”
You smiled, weak and ruined.
“I like making you crazy.”
He laughed, kissed your forehead, and whispered, “Good. Because I’m not done with you yet.”
He stayed there for a moment, just kneeling between your legs, his breathing still ragged, sweat dotting his flushed skin.
You were a mess—trembling, legs spread, slick and cum coating your thighs and stomach. But the moment he looked at you again, all that brutal dominance melted into something tender. His expression shifted.
“Hey, baby.” His voice was soft now, impossibly gentle.
He leaned down, kissed your forehead. Then your cheek. Then your lips—slow and unhurried, like he hadn’t just ruined you minutes ago.
“You okay?” he murmured against your mouth.
You nodded, but your body was still twitching.
“I’m gonna clean you up, yeah?”
You hummed in response, eyes fluttering closed as his hands moved over your body—soft now, tracing bruises with guilt-lined fingers, kissing your wrists where the cloth had pressed into your skin. He wiped between your legs with warm, damp cloths, whispering apologies when you flinched.
“There we go… good girl. You did so well.”
You should’ve been spent, drifting. But then he kissed your chest—first out of affection.
Then again.
And again.
And then he lingered, mouth warm and open over your nipple, and your eyes snapped open.
“Chan…”
He hummed around you, tongue circling before he gently sucked, wet and slow.
“I thought…” you breathed. “I thought we were done…”
He looked up, and his eyes were anything but innocent.
“I said i wasn’t.” he murmured, switching to the other breast, dragging his teeth softly over the tender skin. “And I remembered how good these taste.”
You whined, arching as his hand slipped up your ribs, cupping one breast while his mouth worked the other.
“You’re still sensitive,” he said, almost in awe. “Still twitching every time I touch you…”
“Chan—!”
“You can take it. One more.” His lips curved into a wicked grin as he latched on again, tongue flicking fast against your nipple while his fingers rolled the other.
The ache between your thighs returned like a flame sparking to life.
Your hands found his curls, tugging, and he groaned softly against your chest, only sucking harder, sloppier now—like he couldn’t stop, couldn’t get enough.
Your hips shifted on instinct.
“You gonna come just from this?” he murmured against your skin. “From me sucking on your pretty tits like this?”
You moaned, and he didn’t stop—licking, sucking, kneading you like you were his personal obsession.
“I could do this all night,” he whispered. “Look at how wrecked you are already. One more, baby. Let me have one more.”
And honestly?
You were helpless to deny him.
His hand trailed down your stomach, fingers brushing over your puffy clit like a ghost. Just enough to make you jerk.
“Fuck, you’re soaked again.”
He chuckled darkly and sucked harder at your nipple, flicking the tip with his tongue before gently biting down—just enough to make your back arch.
Then his fingers returned, sliding over your folds, deliberately avoiding your clit.
“I didn’t even touch you yet,” he said, licking a circle around your nipple. “You’re dripping already.”
“Chan—” you gasped, but he cut you off with another deep suck, tongue dragging over the wet, sensitive skin as he slipped two fingers between your legs and finally rubbed tight circles on your clit.
Your whole body jolted.
“Oh my god—”
“There it is,” he purred, watching you squirm. “Look at you—hips rocking, tits bouncing while I suck on them and make you come on my fingers like a good girl.”
The pleasure was building again, sharper now, and too fast. He was sucking you like he was starving, moaning into your chest, fingers relentless on your clit while you writhed beneath him.
“C-Chan—!”
“You gonna come for me again?” he murmured, still flicking your nipple with his tongue. “Gonna soak my fingers while I suck on your pretty tits like they’re mine?”
You cried out, thighs shaking, hips jerking up as that pressure snapped.
You came—hard—legs trembling, moans strangled, head thrown back against the pillow while his fingers slowed down just enough to let you ride it out.
He didn’t stop licking your nipple, though. Didn’t stop dragging those sinful fingers in slow, wet circles.
You twitched again. And again.
Too much.
“Too much—!”
“Shh, I got you,” he whispered, lifting his head to kiss your mouth this time, swallowing your desperate whimpers. “So good. So perfect. I could fuckin’ worship this body all night.”
You collapsed, breathless, overstimulated, skin on fire—and Chan was still there, touching, kissing, whispering sweet filth like he had all the time in the world to love you apart.
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Authors note: And we have come to the end of the Angry boys series! It was fun writing all that smutty angst lol 😂 NOW WE CAN START TAKING REQUESTS!
Your heart pounded as you stared at the mirror, examining every inch of yourself that was free to be seen by everyone in these sheer robes. You were sure it was one-way glass, and you kept shifting from heel to heel, too anxious to stand still. The green gossamer fabric clung to your skin and you crossed your arms, trying to keep from exposing too much.
You had wanted to be here more than anything, but now, being so naked in front of them made your stomach churn. It took a while for the guys to do whatever they were doing, and when the red light above the glass finally flickered and came back green, your heart raced in anticipation of what it meant.
It was announced that you were to stand still and wait for your chosen member. You had no say and would be handed whoever wanted you. You only wanted Chan, though, and you had lied on your application to get him. You knew he was the only one who wouldn't be angry once he found out...knew he was the only one who could give you what you so desperately wanted.
Chan walked out first. He'd dressed up for the event in black slacks and a white button-down shirt. It was partially undone and the sleeves were rolled up to show off his muscled forearms and diamond-encrusted watch. He looked beautiful.
Chan nodded politely as he passed each woman, and you averted your eyes nervously, not even able to look at him when he was in front of you. He didn't linger and skipped ahead nodding to the others in line until he'd finished greeting everyone.
"Thank you all for choosing to be here," he appreciated. "You may think it's an honor to be selected, but the honor is ours. We hope to make the next year one that you'll always remember and to make our homes as welcoming as possible."
Some of the girls giggled at how sweet he was, others thanked him. You were busy staring at the ground and trying not to throw up. How would you make it a year here when 30 seconds had you ready to dispel your breakfast?
Suddenly, a delicate finger reached out to touch your chin. Chan raised your head to stand tall and you gazed anxiously at him, worried that you'd disrespected him by not seeming appreciative.
"What's your name?" he asked, his voice soft and gentle.
"(Y/n)," you answered in a hoarse voice. Your throat was dryer than the hottest desert sand.
He smiled when you spoke as if it was the prettiest name he'd ever heard. "I choose you," he claimed, looking so genuinely heartfelt that you wondered if this was what it felt like to be in love. You had no experience in such things.
"Is that okay with you?" he asked, his hand moving from your chin to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.
Your mouth opened to speak, but your voice was still gone. Instead, you nodded, unable to process that your wildest fantasies were coming true.
Pleased with the answer, Chan took your hand and stood beside you. You kept looking at him in disbelief that he was real. He'd return your looks with dimpled smiles that put you at ease, and by the time I.N. had chosen, you were leaning against his shoulder, feeling so unbelievably comforted by his presence that you could've fallen asleep.
"Please take the aids to their rooms," the hostess announced.
You furrowed your brows when a door opened, having thought this place was abandoned, and followed the others onto the elevator. Chan must've sensed your confusion because he whispered, "If it looks abandoned, fans leave it alone."
You realized he and the others must've gone through a great deal of effort to keep their homes private. The ride was quiet save the occasional comment from Seungmin.
When the elevator doors opened, you were taken aback. The dorms they filmed in must have been all for show because this was nothing like the drab beige rooms you'd seen in live streams.
It looked like a greenhouse. There were plants everywhere growing out of the ground and a massive skylight to help them grow. There was a waterfall in the corner and an aquarium with colorful fish. It looked like a rainforest except that it was inside.
You were about to ask where the rooms were when you realized on the border of the forest were steps to different doors, all marked with their names.
"Like it?" he asked, his adorable grin knowing the answer before you could even reply.
In awe, you nodded and tried to soak it all in.
"We can't get outside a lot without fans running up to us, so we brought the outside to us," he explained as he squeezed your hand and pulled you to follow him. "Wait until you see my room."
Your heart raced eagerly as Chan brought you to the door marked with his name. You wondered what was inside, wondered what he'd think once he found out you lied to be here.
He opened the door, revealing a very organized room with so much equipment that it mirrored a recording studio.
"I like my job a lot," he shrugged playfully. You stepped in, observing the red carpet floors and dark walls in surprise. His room felt like a cave...somewhere to hide away.
"Let me get you something to drink," he offered. "Is tea okay?"
You nodded, hoping it brought your voice back, and smiled at a picture of Chan with his family on a trophy shelf. You kept your arms crossed over your chest, still feeling too awkward to show off like that, as you gazed upon all of their successes.
"My family flew all the way to America to watch us win that one," he said proudly. "My mom actually gave me something to give to you," he remembered before handing you the mug. You took a sip and waited patiently as he hurried off. He came back right away with a basket—in it, a blanket, slippers, and a book. In his other hand, was a letter.
"For you," he held it out.
You took it, feeling surprised that his mom would have done such a thing for a stranger. You used the paper to cover yourself, and Chan noticed with a slight interested tilt of his head.
"I'll give you a moment," he said before setting the basket down and heading off to his room, or what you assumed to be his room. Once his door closed, you set your mug down and opened the letter.
Hello,
If you're reading this, congratulations! You must be really special to have been chosen by my son. Whether this partnership lasts for a few months or years, I'm grateful for the happiness and security that you will bring to him.
I wanted to offer a few items to make your stay more comfortable. In the basket, you'll find a blanket. I miss hugs from my son every day and should he have to travel and you can't go, this will bring you a bit of comfort. The slippers are for you to wear for Chan...he's a bit of a neat freak and doesn't like shoes worn in his house. The book is his favorite. Even if you don't click right away, it will give you two something to talk about.
I know that he seems like a confident and impressive person on stage, and in many ways he is. But he's soft, and he's kind. Please don't take advantage of that.
I'm sure we'll meet soon, but until then, I hope you enjoy getting to know him.
-Jessica
You couldn't help but feel immensely grateful for how thoughtful the letter was. You slipped on the slippers as she'd recommended and went to find Chan to tell him to thank his mom. In his room, you discovered him waiting patiently, sitting on his bed and hugging a pillow in more comfortable clothes.
"She told me not to read it," he admitted when you walked in. "I hope it was all good things."
Your heart fluttered upon realizing just how true the letter was. He was incredibly gentle and sweet. Chan just wanted to be seen...to be loved.
"It was all very good things. I'll have to thank her when I meet her," you murmured and stepped closer, arms crossed again.
Chan signed in relief and moved the pillow away before reaching for your waist. You stood between his legs and gazed down at him. You instinctively ran your hands through his hair and blushed when he hummed in pleasure. That perfect sound had you plagued with guilt.
"Chan..." you trailed off, your voice shaky. You didn't want to ruin this.
"Mhm?" he asked, eyes still closed from the way your fingers were massaging his scalp. It was easier to touch him when he couldn't see.
"I lied on my application," you confessed.
There was a small pause...one that felt like an eternity where you imagined being sent away and called out. "I know," he said instead of the horrible things you'd imagined, his warm eyes opening to meet your anxious ones.
"You know? How?" you asked, feeling shy when he glanced down briefly, looking at your tits before returning his attention to your face.
"You're a virgin, right?" he checked in a non-judging voice.
Blood rushed through your cheeks as tears stung your eyes. You answered with yet another nod, feeling fearful as Chan reached for your hand and pulled you to sit on his lap.
"It's okay," he whispered. "You were brought here to be my aid...my little wolfie," he murmured sweetly with a hint of playfulness. "You weren't brought here to fuck me," he promised.
"Chan..." you pouted. He was missing the point. "I lied about being a virgin...but I want to have sex. I just wanted...I wanted to lose it to you."
"I knew that, too," he smiled and brushed his thumb across your cheek. "You're not as secretive as you think, wolflie."
He wiped away a tear that escaped and waited for you to calm down. He was so comforting that it only took minutes.
"You're not mad?"
"No," he chuckled. "I'm not mad."
"And you want to...you know..." you trailed off awkwardly.
"You're beautiful (Y/n)," he answered sincerely. "But I want to take this slow...I want to do this right."
"Oh," you frowned. "So you don't..."
"That's not what I said," he interrupted. "We'll have sex once we know each other more. There's no rush. And it's obvious you're uncomfortable right now..." he pointed out your arms which you had subconsciously crossed again. "In fact, I should've gotten you something to wear sooner."
You stood and followed Chan as he sifted through his closet before presenting an oversized hoodie. "Here," he offered before turning around so you could change. He was just as thoughtful as his mom...not even attempting to sneak a peek.
You shrugged off the robe and slipped into the comfortable sweatshirt before tapping his shoulder. You were already feeling more confident, and when he turned around he couldn't help but smile at you when he noticed how much more relaxed you were.
"This is your home, too," he explained as he pulled you close. "You aren't here to serve me but just to exist as someone I can confide in and be around," he added.
"If it's my home..." you began and stood on your toes, desperate to get something from him if sex was off the table. "Can I have a kiss?"
Chan smirked, his eyes shining adoringly at you. "Of course."
You wrapped your arms around his neck, waiting patiently for him to close the gap. You were a feminist when it came to 99% of things, but you still believed the guy should kiss the girl first.
Chan cupped your cheeks and lingered just in front of you, watching your expression for any hesitation. He found none.
"Welcome home," he breathed before sinking into a kiss, letting his plump lips fill yours.
His lips felt better than you could've ever imagined. They were softer...warmer... and cozier. You moaned and arched into him, holding him as close as humanly possible. The kiss, like him, was filled with an unspoken passion. Your heart pounded with every second, and Chan squeezed your sides, unwilling to pull apart.
Your sweatshirt rose up, and Chan's hand slipped, his finger coming in contact with the bare skin of your hip. You whimpered and leaned into him in surprise, your naked bottom half bumping against his cock.
"Fuck," he groaned and pulled away in a daze before realizing what had happened.
You were frozen in shock, body still flush against his as Chan's hand remained on your lower back.
"I should've gotten you some shorts," he apologized.
"I should've asked for some," you laughed shyly, your face growing pink.
He carefully removed himself, trying not to touch you more than he had, and headed off in search of something for you to wear. He returned moments later with a pair of boxers before turning around again.
You stepped into them, trying to ignore the knowledge that Chan would've had his dick against them at some point, and tapped his shoulder again.
"I'm dressed," you told him.
He turned around and pulled you close again, a devious smirk forming. "Where were we?"
"Here," you teased and melted back into him.
He smiled into the kiss, his hands roaming freely over your clothed back. "I've got a closet of things for you across the hall," he shook his head and bit his lip as he took you in. "But I much prefer you in my clothes."
"I think I do too," you agreed and hugged him.
Chan breathed deeply in contentment, but that quiet moment was soon cut off by music playing outside.
"What's that?" you asked, noticing Chan was laughing
"Opening night," he took your hand in his. "A chance to get to know each other."
He pulled you from the room and you noticed others retreating from dorms as well. Everyone had changed since earlier, and Han bounded over to Chan to swing his arm around his neck.
"She's in your clothes," Han teased him with a wink before running off again to Changbin.
"Sorry about him," Chan apologized. "He's not normally like that," he paused and decided that he had been dishonest. "...Actually he is. That's Han."
You laughed shyly and squeezed his hand for something to ground you. Being around so many new people was a lot.
"So this is a tradition at the start of every year, but it's out first time with aids so it might be a little wild," he explained before leading you to a grassy area with little tents. There was one with a wolf engraved on a wooden post, and you knew it was his. He guided you to it where you found two pairs of wolf ears on top of a pair of sleeping bags.
"We like to spend our first night home under the stars," he explained as he picked up his ears. Blindly, he pinned them perfectly before reaching for yours.
"As the leader," he continued. "It's my job to make sure everyone enjoys themselves and likes being here. And as my chosen wolfie," he grinned once he saw the ears fixed to your hair. "Your job will be to let me know if anyone is unhappy."
"I'm a snitch?" you teased.
Chan smirked and shook his head. "Not quite. More like an advisor. But for you to do well..." he took a deep breath and cupped both cheeks as he gazed into your eyes. "I need to know that you're happy, too. Is this arrangement and home okay for you?"
"Chan," you sighed and pressed your hand to his heart. "It's perfect."
"Good because I just want..."
A horn bellowed outside and Chan sucked in a deep breath before sighing in disappointment. "They're not very well-behaved, are they?" he rolled his eyes before heading out to the lounge area. Some people were snacking on picnic benches, and others lying in the grass and stargazing. Standing on top of a table was Han with the horn and his date cheering him on.
"Han, hand it over," Chan ordered. "You know that's mine."
"Thought you might have been...busy," he winked again.
Your cheeks burned when you realized everyone was looking at you now...probably thinking the same thing.
"Please don't talk about Wolfie's sex life in front of everyone..." he instructed as he snatched the horn.
"So you have a sex life?" he gawked only for Lee Know to smack the back of his head
"Ow!" he yelped as Chan took his place on top of the table.
"Hello!" he called out, drawing the attention of all in attendance. From your count, only one couple was missing. "I hope you've had some time to settle in, and that you're enjoying yourselves. This evening is meant to bring us together...to remind us that this is all for the music and the comfort of friendly faces. My ears are always ready to listen if you have any concerns, but I hope you all enjoy living here...and I'm sorry to Han's aid...good luck with that," he added with a laugh.
He rejoined you and guided you to sit in front of the tent in his sleeping bag as others buzzed past with games and drinks. "I'll be back," he said and hurried off to get some dinner.
While he was gone you took in the group that you'd be spending the next year with. They were all smiling and laughing, appearing completely at ease.
"For you," Chan proclaimed as he sat beside you with a pair of sandwiches.
"Thanks," you settled against his shoulder and took a bite.
"It's nice, isn't it?" he asked as he watched the same beautiful scene as you. His arm came around to settle on your shoulder and his thumb brushed back and forth.
"I don't think I'll ever want to leave," you confessed in a playful tone.
Chan said nothing in response but kissed the top of your head which felt like an answer in itself.
The two of you stayed that way long into the night, observing the fun rather than partaking. It was entertaining and made you appreciate the dynamics of everyone there. Some were quiet, others loud. Some kept games going while others broke the rules. Everyone had a purpose.
When the music finally cut off and night befell the dorms, you realized rather quickly that most couples were sleeping in the tents together. Chan didn't want to force that expectation on you, though, and suggested, "You can go sleep in my bed if you'd like. I'll stay here and watch them."
You yawned...a fake one...as you thought over what you wanted, but that answer had always been clear. You wanted Chan.
Instead of answering you crawled into the tent and undid your sleeping bag before fixing it to lie flat in the space. "We can use yours as a blanket," you offered.
Chan was obviously happy to comply and quickly laid down. You settled against his chest, letting him hold you in ways you had only imagined. His heart was pounding, and you realized he was just as nervous as you. To hide it, he pet your hair, calming you down with long strokes that sent shivers down your spine.
"I do have one complaint," you whispered into the darkness.
"Do you?" he asked, somehow sensing it was nothing serious.
"You're almost too perfect," you complained. "It isn't realistic," you teased.
Chan laughed and hugged you closer, wrapping both arms around you. "I swear I'm not perfect at all."
"How?" you argued. So far he had been a perfect gentleman. He seemed to have it all.
"Well..." he thought for a moment, wondering how deep he should go. "I bring work home with me a lot. I forget to eat sometimes. And I rely on people for support because I'm not good at being my own emotional champion, but feel like it's an imposition to let others help..."
"But you offer to help others all the time..." you trailed off with a frown as you sat up to look at him.
Chan sighed, "I don't see myself as worthy of being a priority. I do what I can for them so they never feel like that."
You kissed him and thanked him for sharing such a secret and added bravery to his list of traits. "You're my priority, Chan," you vowed.
"Yeah?" he asked, his voice small and shaky.
"Yes," you assured him. "You can take care of them, and you can even take care of me if you want. But I'll take care of you."
It seemed to be all he needed to hear. Within seconds his lips were on yours again, this time allowing his tongue to dip into your mouth. You moaned...you couldn't help it and straddled him.
"I don't want to move too fast," he reminded you.
"Me either," you agreed. "I want this to happen naturally."
"Well...I'm sorry, wolfie, but something else is about to happen naturally if you stay there," he groaned and shut his eyes, trying to keep control of himself.
"Oh!" you moved off of him, realizing what he meant. "Sorry."
"You don't have to be sorry," he coughed shyly before turning on his side to hold you. "For tonight...let's just stay like this, okay?"
You nodded and kissed him again before cuddling into his chest. "Goodnight Chan."
"Goodnight (Y/n)."
3 months later
You were sitting on the couch, your legs draped over Chan's lap as you read a book. He had his laptop out and was working diligently to select songs for the next album when he cursed under his breath for the third time in a row.
"What is it, Channie?" you asked, taking off your reading glass to see him more clearly.
"Hypnotic," he mumbled before slamming his laptop shut. "The guide track is gone."
You set your book and glasses down and scooted closer, your hand rubbing small circles on his back. "That's okay. You can just redo it, baby."
You kissed his shoulder as you often did when he had these fits of his. He took his work so seriously...and if something wasn't perfect, it drove him mad.
"I need to have it done by tomorrow to make the album cut off," he sighed and sat back, covering his eyes with his hands in frustration and exhaustion.
"Then let's get you ready to go," you said, standing and reaching for his hand.
"I can't..." he shook his head, unwilling to move from the couch. "We have dinner with your family tonight and..."
"Chan..." you put your hand on your hip sternly. "I will call and tell them, and I know they'll understand. We can go for dinner with them this weekend."
"I have the recording days this weekend," he frowned.
"Then we'll find a day next week. It's really not that big of a deal."
"Are you sure?" he asked. "I don't want them to hate me."
You smiled and cupped his cheek. "They could never hate you."
"They will if I keep canceling on them," he pouted and pulled you into his lap for a kiss, always soft...always emotionally binding despite this all being temporary.
Your hands went flat against his chest, his heartbeat steady under your palm. "They could never hate you. I've hyped you up too much," you smiled when you pulled away.
"Don't make their expectations too high, wolfie. Then they'll really hate me."
"Chan," you frowned, hating when he spoke down about himself. "You live up to everything I've told them. You're perfect."
"Perfect?" he grunted as he stood with you wrapped around his waist. "I'm 5'6"."
You kissed his cheek. "Still perfect."
"I have insomnia," he reminded you.
You kissed his other cheek. "Still perfect."
"And I can't eat spicy food."
"Everything about you is perfect, Channie," you hugged him tight and kissed him playfully one last time so he could get on his shoes.
You pulled out your phone to text your family: Sorry but Chan has a work emergency. Can we take a rain check?
Mom:
Sure honey. Let me know another day that works.
Brother:
I knew he didn't exist lol
Dad:
Google are cargo pants out of style
Brother:
Wrong app dad
"They're fine with it, Chan," you held your phone up to show him.
He breathed a sigh of relief and held out a sweater for you before picking up his laptop.
"What's this?"
"You're coming with me," he motioned again for you to take it.
"Are you sure?"
In the last few months, Chan had never let you see him in that setting. He said he was too intense and too focused and didn't want you to feel left out.
"Of course. You can press the buttons...make sure the song is actually recorded."
"I do love to press a button," you said playfully, though inside you were jumping for joy that he trusted you with something so important. You shrugged on the sweater and put on your shoes to head downstairs.
The recording studio was in the same building but another floor. It required badged access...which you didn't have.
"Will JYP be mad?" you whispered and snuck down the hall as though the cameras were sound-detecting.
Chan shrugged. "It has to get done. It's not like he can fire me."
"No, but he could fire me," you told me worriedly.
Chan stopped and turned around to see your wide eyes and the nervous shake of your hand. "I won't let him," he reached for it, squeezing it tight before finding a room in which he could record.
It wasn't what you expected. The wall was a dark maroon with scuffs in the paint at feet level where they must've kicked the wall in frustration...or played with a soccer ball. The leather couch was peeling a little from years of wear and the recording equipment sat on a basic wooden table that they'd carved their names into.
And while the room was simple, it felt so important to you to be there. This was where they made all of your favorite songs. It's where Lee Know and I.N. found their voice. It's where Changbin learned how to be a leader and where Han kept people's energy up on tough days. It's where Hyunjin and Felix experimented with different sounds and where Seungmin perfected his. And it's where Chan felt more pressure than he did anywhere else...
He was getting the equipment set up, his breathing heavy and frustrated. "So I'll just...sing in here and you'll press this," he pointed to a red button marked with a piece of tape labeled record.
"Okay..." you nodded.
"Then you'll press this blue button so I can hear it back. We'll do it in 3 line increments. If you need to delete something when I mess up, just press this back button here...got it?"
"I think so," you answered, your brows furrowed as you repeated the meanings to yourself.
"Luckily, the instrumental is still there...I already queued it up, so just press record when I give the thumbs up, okay?"
You nodded and watched as he went into the room, the stress so evident it was making your hands shaky.
He gave the sign, and you pressed record.
Chan sang beautifully. He didn't mess up at all, and you pressed the button to talk to him...labeled talk... "That was amazing, Chan!"
"Let me hear it back," he asked, politeness gone with how determined he was to get this over.
You let him and noticed him waving it off right away. "I was off. Redo it."
You did...again and again and again... he hated all of the takes.
"Fuck!" he cursed and slammed his headphones down. "Why am I so bad at this?"
You abandoned the equipment and went right into the room where he'd fallen to the ground, crying into his hands.
"Chan...baby..." You pulled his hands back to look at him.
"You're exhausted. Should I text Changbin? See if he can come down to help?"
"I'm the leader. This is my job," he explained angrily.
"Chan...every single take has sounded fine. This isn't the final product. It's just a rough draft," you reminded him.
"I know what a fucking guide is," he bit back, taking his frustration out on you.
He'd never spoken to you like this before...had never dismissed your help or treated you so coldly. But you'd promised to be there for him. So you sat on the ground, reaching to hold one of his hands in yours until he calmed down.
It took a while...maybe ten minutes before he choked out an apology through tears. "I'm just so fucking angry at myself," he cried as you hugged him. "I deleted it by accident, and now I can't get the guide right, and we won't be able to present the song properly."
"Channie...I know you think everything has to be perfect...but this doesn't have to be. Just knock it out, and let it be what it is. If JYP can't trust your judgement without tearing apart a guide by this point, then he's an idiot."
"JYP can hear you in here," Chan whispered.
"Oh! Fuck! Shit...I...Sorry!" you screamed to the ceiling.
"I'm only kidding, wolfie," Chan kissed your cheek. "And I'm sorry for being an ass. You're only trying to help."
"Make it up to me by getting through the song, okay?"
Chan sighed but nodded. "Just do the whole thing."
You left him inside and closed the door to press record one more time. Chan effortlessly went through the entire song as if it were ready to be released as-is, and when you offered to play it back, he shook his head. "You're right. JYP trusts my judgement. The guide doesn't need to be perfect."
"Sorry, I didn't record that part. You said I'm what?" you teased.
Chan laughed and shouted into the mic, "You're right! My girlfriend is right!"
He was still laughing when he opened the door, but you were frozen, your cheeks burning, your heart scared to believe he meant what he just said.
"What is it?" he fretted as he approached your paralyzed frame.
"You just called me your girlfriend..." you trailed off as you pressed the button to replay his voice.
You're right! My girlfriend is right!
"Shit..." Chan muttered, seeming like he wanted to take it back. His voice began to play again, but he clicked it off. "I'm sorry. I...I shouldn't have said that."
"Oh..." you frowned, your lip quivering as you tried to let go of the hope you'd had just a few seconds ago. "It's okay. I'm just..." You turned away from him to collect his laptop cord, and more importantly, to hide your tears, "I'm just your aid."
"No, wolfie..." Chan crouched down beside you. "You're not just my aid."
You stayed turned away, making the act of pulling a plug from an outlet a grueling seven minute task.
"Baby, can you look at me?" he asked softly.
You listened, but the mask you were trying to prepare to wear fell the second you did, and heavy, painful sobs erupted as you fell to his chest.
"Fuck," he whispered guiltily. "I didn't mean it like that, wolfie." He rubbed your back, trying to calm you down the same way you often did for him. "I'm not sorry I called you my girlfriend."
"W-what?" you sniffed in shock.
"I've been feeling it for weeks. I just...I wanted to ask you after I met your family. After I made sure they liked me."
"Chan? What are you saying?"
He wiped the tears from your cheeks and then the makeup from under your eyes. "I want you to be my girlfriend."
You broke into a smile so wide it hurt. "Really?"
"Yes," he laughed. "I can't deny how I feel...and I think you feel the same way. Right?"
You answered him with a needy, sloppy kiss. Chan smiled into it, laughing so hard he nearly fell backwards to the floor. Luckily, he caught you, and you adjusted to sit with your knees around his waist.
"How were you so sure I felt the same way?" you asked. You'd tried your best to keep him a little bit out of reach in case it led to heartbreak.
"You...may have whispered it in your sleep," he said guiltily.
"Oh god!" You hid in your hands. Of course, he would've heard since he's usually up at night. You'd forgotten about that habit since you lived alone before this. "What did I say?"
Chan smirked, his dimples deep as ever. "That you love me," he teased.
You groaned and fell headfirst to his shoulder, burying yourself out of his eyeline. "It's okay, wolfie," he cooed. "I love you too."
"Chan," you pulled back to cup his face...eyes wet for a happy reason now. "You love me?"
"Of course I do," he answered like it was the easiest thing in the world.
"I love you too," you replied.
"I know..." he tried to say, but you were already attacking him, already tongue deep into his mouth.
His hands squeezed your sides, ran roughly up and down your back in the way that you loved. "We need to get upstairs," he groaned, his voice as desperate as ever.
"Why?" you breathed, heart racing when you met his needy eyes.
"Do you still want to..."
"Yes," you said right away.
"Do you want to...right now?"
"Yes," you smiled, eyes lighting up.
"Good...because I cannot go another day."
Chan collected his laptop, which you noticed he held in front of his crotch the entire walk back to his dorm. Every time he glanced at you, he shook his head in disbelief that he could be so lucky...you felt the same way.
...until you got back to his room and the nerves set in.
"Chan?" you called as he set down the laptop and turned back to you. "I'm a virgin."
He chuckled and took your hands in his before kissing you. "I know."
"And that means...I have no idea what I'm doing," you muttered between kisses while walking backwards to his room.
"That's okay," he said. "I'm pretty good at being in charge."
"True," you kissed him again, your hands making their way to the nape of his neck. "But what if it hurts?"
Chan held your face in his hands, brushing his thumbs gently. "Do you trust me?"
"Always."
"Good," he said before another peck landed on your lips. "Then let me take care of the logistics. You just focus on feeling good, okay?"
You bit your lip nervously but nodded.
Chan didn't pull you toward the bed right away. Instead, he kissed you until your lips tingled, until something you did all the time felt even more special. Your hands clutched his hoodie like it was the only thing keeping you upright.
"Tell me if anything doesn't feel right. Okay?" he whispered into your mouth.
"Okay."
He kissed you again, this time longer, taking his time. You could feel him slowing you down, calming your nerves by letting each kiss linger. His hands cradled your waist, never rushing for more until he was sure you were ready. His fingers made slow, grounding passes up and down your sides, over the sweater he'd given you earlier. When he slipped his hands beneath the hem, he paused.
"Can I take this off?" he asked, his forehead still resting against yours.
You nodded and raised your arms to assist him.
Chan peeled the sweater off gently. His hands brushed your skin only briefly, but the contact sparked something deep in your core. You were left in just your bra and boxers...his, of course...and your cheeks flushed at the realization. You moved to cross your arms as he hadn't seen you this naked since the first day with the sheer robes, but he caught them.
"Hey," he said, voice low. "You're allowed to look nervous, but don't hide from me, okay? Unless you changed your mind..."
"I didn't," you promised him before kissing him again.
He walked you back slowly until the backs of your knees hit the bed. You sat without thinking, and he followed, kneeling on the floor in front of you.
"You're so beautiful," he said, his hands coming to rest on your thighs, to very slightly pull them apart. His thumbs rubbed back and forth slowly, grounding you again. "Can I kiss you here?"
You nodded again, and he leaned in to press a kiss to your knee. Then another, just a few inches higher. He was so careful about it. You could feel yourself trembling, not from fear but from the unfamiliarity. The sensitivity. Every inch of skin felt magnified by his plump, perfect lips.
"Still good?" he asked.
"Yeah," you breathed. "It's just a lot."
"I know," he said, smiling softly. "We'll go slow."
He kissed his way up your thighs, never rushing, never pushing. When he reached the waistband of the boxers, he looked up as if he wanted to ask something.
"Take them off," you permitted, your voice quieter than before.
Chan inhaled sharply before tugging them down slowly, letting his fingers trail along your hips and thighs as he did so. You gasped softly when the cool air hit you, instinctively pulling your legs together, but he reached up to hold your hand.
"You're doing so good for me, wolfie," he whispered, kissing the inside of your knee again. "You're perfect."
You nodded, heart in your throat at the sight of him.
He stood then, only to undress in front of you. He began by peeling off his hoodie, followed by his sweats, until he was just in his boxers. You couldn't stop looking at him. The firmness of his abs. The width of his shoulders. The way his hair stuck slightly to his forehead.
"You can touch me too, if you want," he offered with a gentle laugh, and you realized your hands were clenched in your lap. You reached for him then, and he stepped closer so your fingers could brush across his stomach. He shivered at the contact.
"Okay?" he asked.
"Mhm," you replied. "You?"
"I'm great," he said, leaning down to kiss you again. As he did so, he laid you back on the bed. Every movement was careful, every shift accompanied by another kiss. When he climbed over you, he didn't press his weight down... just rested his forehead against yours, and whispered, "How are we feeling so far?"
"Good," you hummed and ran your hands across his chest.
His lips drifted down, eager to explore your throat, your collarbone, and your chest. When he reached behind you to unclasp your bra, he paused again.
"May I?"
"Yes," you breathed nervously.
He undid it in one try, letting the straps fall away. You started to cover yourself, but his hands were already there, holding you gently, thumbs brushing under your breasts.
"You're so beautiful, wolfie," he murmured. "Let me make you feel good."
He leaned in to kiss your chest, his lips soft and warm around your nipple. The sensation made you flinch...your whole body arching slightly in shock.
"Too much?" he asked, immediately backing off.
"No," you panted. "Just...new."
He smiled and kissed lower, more gently this time, giving you space to adjust.
Then his hand moved lower. He kissed you as his fingers drifted down your belly, then down to your thigh. His touch didn't go anywhere private right away. He just kept kissing you and letting his hand learn your body like it was a song he was memorizing while letting you adapt to the ways a hand could feel so good somewhere so simple.
But it began to drive you mad after a few minutes of him skirting around where you wanted him most. "Channie," you pleaded, your hips trying to catch his fingers.
"Did you want me to touch you?" he teased with a dimpled smirk.
"Obviously," you said, your voice cracking a little in desperation.
His fingers finally grazed your folds so carefully that they made you jolt. You grabbed his wrist instinctively, not to stop him...but to steady yourself from the surprising way it felt.
"Too much?" he asked again, not moving until you nodded or spoke.
"No...just...please don't stop talking to me," you whispered.
"I won't," he promised, leaning forward to kiss your cheek, then your jaw. "I've got you."
One finger traced between your folds again, this time a little more confidently. He found your clit almost immediately and didn't do anything more than circle it softly using barely any pressure at all.
Your hips twitched, and you gasped, your hand flying to his forearm this time.
"That's okay," he murmured, kissing your temple. "That's normal. You're doing so well."
You nodded, lips parting, eyes fluttering shut.
"I'm going to go a little lower," he warned, and you hummed in acknowledgement.
When his finger pressed gently to your entrance, your breath hitched again, but you didn't stop him. He didn't even push in... just traced the rim, getting you used to the sensation.
"Still okay?" he asked.
"Y-yeah," you answered, your hips twitching upward again.
He kept kissing your neck as his finger eased in just a little. It didn't hurt, but it was a slight stretch, and you weren't used to it. He didn't move until he saw your body relax again. Then, he added more... until his whole finger was inside.
"You're gripping me so tight," he whispered, voice thick with adoration. "Feels so good already."
You gasped as he curled it, making your thighs twitch around him. You'd fingered yourself, but you didn't even know curling was an option. Holy fuck you'd been missing out.
You could feel him watching your every breath, every shift, every moan. He didn't add a second finger right away. He just let you ride the first, let you get used to it. Let your body open.
"Can I give you more?"
"P-please," you whimpered.
Chan leaned in and kissed your cheek again, murmuring against your skin, "Being such a good girl, using your manners like that, wolfie."
"Oh fuck," you whined at his words just as he eased a second finger in beside the first, the subtle fullness making your breath hitch. Your hand tightened on his forearm again, and he stilled right away.
"Need me to stop?" he asked, his thumb still brushing soft circles against your thigh.
You nodded quickly, forcing out a breath. "No. You're just... so good at this."
He chuckled, and his fingers moved again, just the slightest push forward, then back.
At first, you couldn't tell what you were feeling. It wasn't sharp or painful...it was heat. Deep and low, like your stomach had been set alight from the inside. You couldn't quite process it until Chan's thumb slid up and found your clit again, circling it in time with the movement of his fingers.
You cried out, your hips jolting up into his hand. He pressed his forehead to yours, smiling softly through his own heavy breathing.
"That's it, baby," he encouraged.
Your thighs convulsed, and your head rolled back against the pillow. Your lips parted with moans you didn't even know your body could make. He watched your every reaction, adjusting as needed and pressing deeper when your hips rose to meet him, easing off when you gasped too sharply.
"So good for me," he praised. "So perfect. I love seeing you like this."
"Chan..." Your voice broke on his name. "I think..."
He slowed immediately. "You think you're close?"
You nodded, unable to say more.
"Do you want to cum like this?" he asked, eyes searching yours for consent to keep going.
You blinked up at him, chest rising and falling with uneven breaths. "No... I want you."
"Are you sure?"
"Please, Channie. I've waited so long."
His eyes searched yours one more time before he shifted back onto his knees. You watched as he hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his boxers and paused.
"Do you want to see me?" he asked softly. "If not, I can turn the lights down..."
"No," you interrupted. "I want to see you. I want... all of it."
He nodded, then slid his boxers down to free himself. You couldn't stop the way your eyes widened.
"Oh," you gasped, sitting up slightly, your thighs pressing together with nerves.
"What is it?" he asked quickly. "Too much?"
"No...I mean maybe...I just... I've never seen one in person before," you admitted, heat rushing to your cheeks. "At least not outside of health class diagrams or porn."
Chan smiled, his eyes crinkling at the edges, but it wasn't teasing. It was full of something warmer. Something safe and deeply affectionate.
"You're adorable," he smiled. "Want to touch it first?"
You hesitated.
"Only if you want to," he added immediately.
You reached out slowly, your fingers brushing across his length. He hissed softly at the contact, and your hand froze.
"Good?" you asked quickly.
"God, yes," he moaned. "You're doing perfect."
You explored carefully, feeling the softness of his skin, the weight of him. It was fascinating and overwhelming and a little surreal, realizing this thing that barely fit in your fist was about to be inside of you.
You looked up at him. "How is that supposed to... fit?"
Chan leaned forward, cupping your face and kissing you again. "We'll go slow," he whispered. "I'll keep checking in."
"Okay," you nodded.
He kissed you again, then gently pressed you back into the pillows. As he settled between your thighs, he reached between you and guided his cock to your entrance. He didn't push in...just let the tip rest there, warming you to the idea.
"If it hurts just tell me," he reminded you as he drove his cock up and down your slit.
"I will."
"I love you so much, wolfie," he murmured
"I love you too," you breathed nervously as his tip pushed in for the very first time.
He shifted slightly, one hand guiding himself, the other still cradling your cheek and watching you as if he still wasn't sure. "I want you," you repeated, your voice trembling. "Just... go slow."
The head of his cock pressed to your entrance, and your body tensed without meaning to.
"Relax, wolfie," he whispered, lips brushing your cheek. "Breathe with me, okay?"
You nodded, and together you exhaled.
When he started to push in, it felt like... pressure...a full, slow, agonizing stretch. It didn't hurt, not exactly, but it was overwhelming. He barely got the tip in before you gasped and flinched.
Chan stopped instantly, both hands coming to your hips to still you. "Okay. That's it for now," he soothed. "Let me know when you're ready."
"I didn't know it would feel like that," you admitted, voice shaking. "I've never... I never even used a toy like this."
Chan smiled, breath catching at your honesty. "Yeah?" he whispered. "Well, baby...I can tell." He laughed and kissed your forehead while letting you adjust.
You wrapped your legs a little tighter around him for a better angle. "I think I'm okay," you whispered after a few moments.
He moved again, sinking in another inch. This time, you whined and gripped his back. He groaned, barely holding himself still.
"F-fuck," he gasped. "You feel so warm already."
You held onto him tightly. The stretch burned this time, like your body was figuring out how someone his size could even exist.
"You want me to keep going?" he checked.
You swallowed and nodded. "All the way."
He kissed you again as he pushed the rest of the way in...inch by inch, watching your face for any sign of discomfort. Your jaw fell open in a soundless gasp when his hips finally met yours. You didn't even realize you'd been holding your breath until you exhaled shakily against his shoulder.
"I'm in," he whispered, voice wrecked. "You okay?"
"It's... a lot," you breathed as you held him tightly.
"Too much?"
You shook your head. "No. I just... can't believe it."
"I know," he smiled and gave you a peck. "Me neither."
He stayed there, fully buried, and kissed you again, deeper this time. His hand rubbed gently up and down your side. He didn't move until your hips began rolling slightly, inviting him in.
"There you go," he whispered, eyes darkening as he pulled out slightly, then back in. "Fuck, you're so needy, aren't you, wolfie?" His voice changed then, just slightly. Still gentle... but more praise-heavy now. More focused. "I knew you'd take me so well."
Your thighs trembled as his hips found a slow, shallow rhythm, each thrust sending a warm ripple up your spine.
"Tell me how it feels," he murmured, lips dragging along your neck where he left little nibbles.
"Feels full...so full," you whimpered. "It's so much, but...don't stop, Chan."
"I won't, wolfie."
His hips rocked more confidently now, each stroke dragging across something deep inside you that made you gasp and cling to his shoulders.
"Fuck! Right there," you choked out, nails biting his back.
"Oh?" he smirked against your cheek. "You like when I fuck you there?"
You nodded wildly, too breathless to speak. The pressure was building again, tighter this time, like everything inside you was clenching up, getting hotter.
"I can feel you, baby," he grunted. "Your pussy's getting so greedy for me."
"Chan...oh god!"
"You gonna cum for me like this?" he asked. "Gonna let me feel you while I'm inside you?"
You moaned and nodded, words failing. His pace grew more confident. Every thrust sent sparks through you, and when his thumb found your clit again, your whole body jolted.
"Channie! I'm gonna..." you cried out, body shaking with need.
"Cum for me, wolfie," he begged, voice tight. "Please."
You did...stars bursting behind your eyes as your body clenched around him, orgasm ripping through you like a wave. You cried out his name as he kissed you, kissing through every moan, every whimper, until you collapsed against the sheets.
He barely held out after that.
"Can I..." he grunted. "Fuck, can I finish inside?"
"Yes," you whined, overstimulated and on a euphoric high like nothing you'd ever experienced.
His thrusts turned desperate, hips stuttering, and just a few moments later, he buried himself deep and moaned your name as he came.
You both lay there for a moment, unmoving, hearts pounding in sync.
Chan kissed your forehead first, then your nose, then the corner of your mouth. "Are you okay?" he whispered.
You nodded, dazed and glowing. "Better than okay."
He smiled and stayed close. "You're mine now, you know that right?"
"I've always been yours, Channie," you hummed and hugged him close.
[ 5.34pm ] tw : heavy degradation, choking, chan gets a lil mean !
sex with chan in the studio is always mind numbingly good, the male always seems to have pent up stress or frustration.
you, being the lovely girlfriend you are, offer to help him out.
"fuckkk, chan- channie." you stuttered out inbetween loud whimpers, taking advantage of the studio's soundproof walls. he had you bent over the couch, his hand tangled in your soft hair as he railed you into the next month, his lower torso snapping against your ass.
"feel good, princess? like it when i use you like this?" chan asked teasingly, a soft groan spilling from his plush lips as you clenched around his length, his hips stuttering momentarily. the hand he had on your hip trailed up your front, wrapping around the fragile skin of your throat gently, a warning.
his body draped itself over your back, his toned torso pressing against the sweat covered skin of your back, his lips finding themselves to the shell of your ear.
"answer me, baby. you like it when i use you like this, yeah? when i treat you like my little breeding bitch?" he snarled against your neck, his length reaching places you didn't know existed, causing your eyes to roll back as your mouth parted ever so slightly.
"y-yes channie- yes! love it so much, please- m' gonna cum." you babbled absentmindedly, only able to focus on the feeling of chan's hand around your neck as his length drilled into your abused cunt. his hand fell from your neck and started to rub quick circles on your clit, causing your thighs to tremble as your orgasm washed over you, your vision turning white as pleasure enveloped you.
a loud grunt fell from chan as he buried himself deep inside of you, painting your walls with his release as his forehead rested against the crook of your neck, his abs tightening with pleasure.
you both laid against eachother as you came down from your highs, heavy breaths filling the studio as you basked in eachother's presence, you wouldn't trade him for the world.
It's here! This is the first chapter of my first real fic here on tumblr! I am not the best writer so please be kind :')
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Alternate Universe SKZ!
Chan x reader (y/n) x ot8
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Summary: There's no turning back now, not when you know what you left behind. A dangerous situation now replaced with another. After the omegas disappeared you have to extra careful, especially now that you have left your pack and family. What happens when your car breaks down on another pack's land?
Series Warnings: Fem reader, Smut, verryyyy nsfw, chan x reader, OT8 x reader, A/B/O, m/m/f smut, possessive! SKZ, possessive! Reader, anxiety and depression, fluff, angst, virgin!reader, cursing, violence, pet names, dom/sub dynamics, Sub reader x mostly dom SKZ, misogyny and sexism, Ateez are depicted as terrible people (sorry Atiny!)
Chapter warnings: Angst, anxiety, reader is VERY sad, minor violence, cursing, A/B/O (pls let me know if I missed any!)
MDNI 18+
Wc: 2400 ish
Disclaimer: The names and faces used here are just that, names and faces, and in no way reflect the real people the characters were designed after. The views and actions of these characters do not reflect the real Stray Kids in any way shape or form. This is all for fun let’s keep it that way please.
You should have known better. All those hushed conversations your parents have been having, all the phone calls your father excused himself to take, even the trip to your packs doctor for a very extensive physical. None of it set off your mental alarm bells and that made you feel so stupid. But how could you have known that your own parents, the people who raised you and were supposed to have your best interest at heart, were planning on selling you off to the highest bidder once you became mature enough.
That's life for omegas these days, though. After a worldwide virus a few decades ago, omegas just stopped being born. The virus wiped the gene out almost completely, leaving a very small percentage of omegas left. Unluckily for you, you happened to be the only omega born in your area in the last 40 years. That made you highly sought after by alphas, especially dangerous ones.
Your hands were still shaking. It had been hours since you escaped your parents house in your car, yet you couldn't get your hands to stop shaking with the immense adrenaline you’re feeling. You had no plan, no money, nowhere to go and no one to help you. Your only friend, Ash, was a beta girl in your pack and as much as you liked her you knew she could do nothing to save you now. At least your car had a full tank of gas, the only good thing your father had done for you was allow you to drive to Ash's house on occasion.
All the adrenaline was starting to wear off as you drove, the realization of what this would mean for you and your life now starting to sink in. The constant looking over your shoulder, the uneasiness you will always feel, it was almost too much to handle. No. What would have been too much to handle is letting that filthy man get his hands on you. Kim Hongjoong.You had heard about the things that alpha had done to claim power over his pack. From sabotage to murder, none of it was good. From what you could gather he was on the search for an omega to complete his pack and somehow had heard whispers about you. The only known omega within a few hundred miles. He wanted an omega to raise his children and help him lead his pack and would do anything to get his hands on one; whatever necessary.
You imagine the sum of money he offered your parents was just too good for them to pass up on. Your alpha father was too proud to accept anything less than a hefty amount. Your mother was an omega through and through. Obedient and submissive to her alpha. Just as she raised you to be. She herself was a rare omega. Though back in her day the omega population wasn't as low as it is now. Now the numbers have fallen to less than 0.2%. Your mother molded you into the perfect little doll. Almost. Never in your wildest dreams did she or your father imagine you, their doll, would be disobeying and running from all you had ever known, yet here you are. That's what real fear does to a person. Fight or flight. All your life you had been all bark and no bite. Now this is your way of biting back.
All you had to your name was this old car (technically your fathers), an old backpack with a few changes of clothes, and couple cans of spaghetti o’s. Luckily this car had an old map in the glovebox. Better than nothing especially since you had no gps and no phone. You knew better than to take the main roads. Your pack would undoubtedly be looking for you and the car. Back roads it was then.
You couldn't tell exactly how many hours you had been driving at this point, too caught up in your mind to really pay attention to the time but by now it had gotten very dark and you found yourself on this old road going through a small town in the woods. You vaguely remember passing through the small community about half an hour ago. Of course you hadn't stopped in the town in fear of being noticed or recognised somehow. But now you’re wishing you had stopped at that little gas station and at least tried to get an ounce of gas with the spare change left in the middle console. The car was officially running out of gas. In the middle of nowhere. Just your luck.
“Are you serious?” You asked no one with tears starting to fill your eyes.
Feeling the difference in the vehicle causes you to pull off to the side of the road with a groan. You know it won't be going any further with the way it just gives up there on the side. Turning off the car and leaning your head against the wheel you let out a light sob. This wasn't the life you had envisioned for yourself. Once upon a time you thought one day you would meet your true mate, a caring alpha who would love you for you and want to make you happy. Seems as though that was just a fairytale after all. Even your parents weren’t true mates. They just settled for each other. You knew you couldn’t let that be you. You wouldn’t settle, especially not for a vile man you didn't love.
It was too late now to leave the car. This is where you will be staying for the night. Good thing it was late spring and not winter or you would freeze out here. Once your tears have slowed and the sobs have ceased you took a deep breath to calm yourself.
“You will be ok.” You repeat to yourself a few times. “You will be ok. You will be ok.”
Will you though? It didn't matter. You had to be. With one last sigh you locked the doors and climbed into the backseat of the old car. Its seats were worn and uncomfortable but it somehow felt comforting. It felt like the last remaining bit you had from childhood. When things were simple for you. Were things ever that simple as you remembered it being though? Before presenting as an omega when you were 16 things were definitely simple. You had assumed along with everyone else that you would be a beta and go on to have a normal life. Sure sometimes you were a little agreeable and always had a gentle nature, but you had just thought you took after your mom in that aspect. Little did you know you would take after her in a different way. It wasn’t until you presented that it made sense to the pack why you were that way. It was then that the looks began from other pack members. The way their eyes would linger on you a little too hard. The way their nostrils would flare when you entered a room. It made your skin crawl thinking back.
From that point on there was no more public school for you. You were homeschooled the last few years of high school for your protection. “We're doing this to protect you not punish you, Y/N.” your father had said when he forbade you from going back to school. “You can't trust anyone these days. Not around an omega.” He was right. The thought never crossed your mind that you couldn't even trust your own parents. You wished you had been born a beta like your sister, or even an alpha like your brother. Being the youngest out of three you figured you would be like them.
The worst part was you didn't have the suppressants you had been taking since you were a teen. They were almost impossible to come by normally, but your father had somehow gotten his hands on a steady supply and had been forcing you to take them. Another thing that was for your protection. To keep alphas from detecting you by scent. You hadn't taken any this morning before you left so you imagine your scent was going to start leaking out for any one nearby to smell. Great. Another problem for tomorrow.
Adjusting yourself on the seat to lay down as much as you could, you closed your eyes and focused on your breathing. It wouldn't be long before sleep overcame you. The exhaustion of the whole ordeal catching up with you.
The sun peaking through the trees awoke you from your surprisingly restful slumber. It seemed to be early morning if the dew on the windows was any indication. Peeking out the window you saw nothing around. Not even any animals. Perfect. You slowly unlocked the door and crept out quietly shutting the door behind you. Taking careful steps a few yards into the thickets ahead of you and relieving yourself helped you feel a little better. You made your way back to the car and took a second to breathe. In and out. In and out. The air was crisp and refreshing and helped you clear your head.
Now feeling a little better you noticed how bad your stomach was growling at you. Reaching into the trunk of the car you pulled out a small can of spaghetti o’s. Not your first choice of a meal but when you panic you grab what you figure will be easiest to take with you. Plus you could use a can as a weapon if needed!
Eating was the last thing on your mind yesterday, but now you knew you could no longer put it off. Popping a can open and taking a seat on the hood of the car with a spoon you dug into the food. It was….. food . Cold and disappointing but at the same time satisfying as you had an empty stomach.
There you were, sitting there on the old car contemplating your next move from here with now a half full can of disappointment, when you catch a scent in the air getting stronger with each passing second. It was another person, no it was people. More than one.
Fuck
You have been found. Whether by the packs that were after you or by a stranger it didn’t matter all you felt was terror.
There was no time to flee. Before you could even move from the hood you could feel a pair of eyes on you to the right of you. You twist your head to face the eyes that are peaking out at you from the trees ahead.
The stranger takes a tentative step towards you and comes out from hiding and you immediately go into fight or flight.
With an alarmed shout “NO”, you launched the half full can of spaghetti o’s at the intruder, hitting him square in the chest and sending the cold contents all across his shirt.
“What the fuck?!” the possible assailant yelled.
Spotting another figure approaching the first one you threw yourself back off the hood and onto the ground, then as quickly as possible you yanked the door open to the car and jammed yourself in locking it immediately. You made yourself as small as possible as to not be seen by them but you knew the damage had been done. There was no way out of this. No gas in the tank and even if there was you had no idea where your keys had gone.
You could hear them talking but you were too frightened to pick up any of the words except girl, mess and Alpha. Now you really felt terror. Without realizing how close they had been to you, you let out a shriek when there was a sudden knock on the window next to you.
Not daring to look at them for even a second you yelled through the glass “Please go away! Please please I don’t deserve this!” tears filled your eyes.
The smell of your distress was making Seungmins and Jeongins eyes water. They had never experienced such a powerful scent before. Not even the odor from the Spaghetti Os covering Seungmins shirt would distract from the one coming from within the vehicle. The beta wanted to be mad that she had pretty much assaulted him, but at the same time couldn’t find it within himself to care much given how much pure terror he smelled coming from the young woman. The omega.
The young alpha Jeongin felt similarly now that he had eyes on her he felt this overwhelming urge to protect. He had never encountered one before and honestly thought he never would but now that he was laying eyes on her he felt his alpha side perk up. A part of him never wanted to stop looking at her.
Honestly the boys didn’t know what to expect when they came out here to investigate the scent that had appeared on their land late into the night. They truly didn’t expect the cause to be an omega girl that was holed up on the side of a path.
Seungmin tried knocking again, a little more timid this time so as not to frighten her more. “Excuse me, we could smell your distress. Do you need any help?” He asked slowly.
You spared him one quick glance then shrunk into yourself again. “No thank you, please go!”
He sighed and stepped back a few feet to look at Jeongin in amazement at the situation. Giving him one small nod he said “ We need to call Chan.”
What felt like hours, but was probably only a few minutes, passed and you stayed in your same position. The boys had remained there but not so close to the car anymore to which you were thankful. They were quietly mumbling amongst themselves, no doubt about an omega being caught out here alone. Every so often you would move your head just slightly to peer over at them. You hadn’t noticed before in your initial panic but they were pretty cute young men. A beta and an alpha from what you could tell. Even covered in your thrown breakfast (a shame about that really) they still managed to carry themselves proudly. Though your smell is causing their faces to scrunch up, you could tell it was taking it's toll on them.
Not even a moment later after taking another look at them you could feel the change in the air as another pair of people was approaching. Not just anybody was coming this way, it was an Alpha. A very strong one at that. The smell was starting to permeate all of your senses and was quickly becoming intoxicating.
You could sense him before he even appeared. No matter how intrigued you may be though you can’t show weakness.
‘Keep your head down and wait it out’ you kept telling yourself like a mantra.
You knew he was approaching your door. It took everything in you to remain still. Then as if struck by lightning you felt your body alight like it never has before.
“Omega..”
(A/N: Please do not steal my writing and content! Reblogs and comments are encouraged tho 😙once again i would LOVE to hear your thoughts and theories! This has not been beta read all mistakes are my own.)
early Christmas present, hope this finds the stays!
warnings- smut obv, riding, dom Chan, sub reader, porn with absolutely no plot. daddy kink. fingering, slapping.
"You trying to tease me?" Chan groans, forcing you all the way down his cock.
"N-no daddy" You whine out, not yet stretched enough to take all of him.
Hands bruising your waist, he doesn't allow you to rest as his hips brutally buck up. You cry out, not expecting that.
"Gosh you really are tight" He laughs, feeling your cunt swallow him hard. Unable to move in your tight pussy, he pulls you off his cock. Now sitting on his lap, your unable to rest as his finger slide into your pussy. You gasp, feeling his cold fingers curl inside.
"Fuck daddy" You curse out, gripping onto his shoulder. It only takes seconds before you hear his fingers squelching inside your pussy.
"You ready to take daddys cock?" You nod your head quickly, wanting the real thing, ready for the pain. You raise your hips, positioning yourself on his cock, sliding down, you both let out sighs of pleasure.
Raising your hips again, you set a steady rhythm as you bounce up and down on his cock. Feeling his head grind against your walls, your unable to let out whines and squeeze his cock harder.
Clothes long gone, Chan grips your tits, squeezing them hard as you begin to bounce up and down, harder and faster. trying to catch your pleasure, Chan slows you down.
"Cant get you to tired now" Chan mutters as he begins to take control. His hips rut up into your pussy, wasting no time to take you to the stars.
"Only I can make you feel this good right?" He question, landing am slap onto your ass. You whine out, trying to catch you breath to answer his question, yet his thrusts did not slow down.
"O-only you daddy" you gasp out, voice shaking from his brutal thrusts. Chan quickly slows down, a sign for you take control again. Sliding your hips, you no longer bounce up and down. Instead you roll your hips over his cock. Hands placed on his chest, the scene becomes more intimate.
"You gonna cum?" He asks, already knowing the answer. You nod your head, there was no need to verbalize. While you continue to roll your hips, you squeeze his cock again, your pleasure reaching it's highest.
"Go on then" You let out a whine at his request, squeezing his cock harshly as you cum over his cock and legs. A moment passes before hit fills you cunt. You feel his cum seeping out and down your own legs. Falling onto his chest, you rest their as the last of his cum drips out of you.
He can't lie, he loves the relationship you have with him, it's certain that he wants more, but to stay close to you he has to continue to be a friend with benefits.
it's now 6:26pm and it's time for you to go home and by now your parents should be home. you were surprised when you saw chan's silhouette talking to your parents on the couch, it wasn't in your plans to do certain things with him tonight and especially with your parents at home. you took your shoes off and closed the door making everyone understand you were there. your parents greeted you and chan glanced at you for a few seconds before getting up and standing in front of you.
‘you don't say hello?’ in an ironic tone.
You looked at him and rolled your eyes before putting your arms under your breasts, which were now the most important thing that could exist for Mr Bang. ‘what the fuck are you doing here’ looking at him
the more the seconds passed, the more you understood that his eyes were not on your eyes but on your breasts.
‘Excuse me sir, I'm bothering you’ he only realised now that he was staring at you.
‘excuse me that wasn't my intention…’ he looks to the side avoiding your gaze ‘shall we go upstairs?’
with a sigh, ‘if you like, I'll just tell my parents’. you go upstairs confident that nothing is going to happen between you two.
You're both on the bed talking about your day until he ask, "…So, what are we?" looking at you.
"Friends who fuck sometimes, why…?" "y/n I'm serious… Can you be straight with me for once…"
"but its real no ? im not lying …" "look at me y/n " "yes …" "you pretty" chan smilling as you blushed "stop…" "if I don't stop what are you gonna do? " you approached him with the intention of hitting him but things didn't go as you'd hoped… .
"chan imagine my parents come home earlier and see us like this…" he moved closer to your ear making you blush "don't worry babygirl everything's gonna be fine".
with a groan, he entered you once more, even though he'd already made you come twice in a row.
"Chan, how can you…" "what babygirl...say it" " make me so good…"
Warnings: dom chan, babygirl , degradation, choke in kink, claiming, spanking, punishments
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"i didnt give you permission to do that"
you were longing for more so you ignored his words and leaned in to kiss him but he put the hand that was on your waist on your throat you wont admit it, but you loved it his grip on you thigh tightened as he said;
"bad girl."
"you know"
"bad girls are considered to be whores and sluts."
"so tell me,…"
"are you a slut,"
"are you MY slut, huh?"
you whined not being able to kiss and feel him anymore
"oh, nonono babygirl"
"bad girls dont get to whine,"
"now …"
"answer me, are you a slut …?"
he said i an intimidatingly sexy voice.
while his grip on your throat tighten letting go of your thigh and instead spanked your ass. you got to admit you loved it all.
you moaned loudly arching your back, before you said
"mhm" and nodding your head.
"oh so you like this huh ?"
"how about a punishment then , huh?"
"my little slut"
he said in a deep sexy voice his accent dripping off his tongue making it ten times better.
then he flipped you over so you were leaned against the tub and he was hovering over you one hand on your thigh the other on the tub next to your head, then …
