Synopsis: When's the best time to ask him for a new addition to the household? When he's in the middle of loving you obviously.
Warnings: SMUT 🔞. Unprotected sex. A bit rough then sweet, fluff fluff, a bit of humour, pet names.
Minors do no interact!!!
Note: Sorry for my inactivity, I've been busy with work and things, I didn't get much time to write. Here's a quick short one shot I came up with when waiting for the train.
If this isn't your thing, you're more than welcome to skip it. Reblogs, likes, comments and feedbacks are always appreciated.
Soft rain drops pattered gently against the windows, a soothing lullaby in the background of your dimly lit shared bedroom.
The air was thick with sex and love, sheets tangled around your bodies, skin to skin, breath on breath, limbs twined like muscle memory.
It wasn't a rough night but rather slow and sweet, the kind of night when even silence felt like a conversation.
Chan was hovering over you, his weight carefully bracing on his arm while his other hand held you, rocking his hips, letting out a gentle growl.
His mouth met the hollow of your throat, then your collarbones, leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses as your legs wrapped loosely around his waist.
"So fucking good for me baby," his voice rumbled across your chest and you pulled him deeper, your walls fluttering around the thick length of his cock disappearing inside of your sloppy cunt.
A moan escaped your throat, nails dragging across his shoulder blades, the warmth between you building like the night had nowhere else to be.
You loved when he was like this. Focused. Gentle. Making love to you like he had all the time in the world.
Your wrapped your arms around his neck, making his eyes lock with yours, before you leaned up, pressing your lips on his, slipping your tongue past in, swallowing his sounds of pleasure.
You pulled back just a bit, to look back into his whiskey eyes, before the question that has been going through your mind for the last few days slipped out.
"Channie," you mumbled between a moan and a breathless giggle, voice quiet against the sound of flesh against flesh.
"Hmm?" His brows furrowed gently, lips lightly swollen.
“If I let you finish,” you murmured, barely holding back a smile, “can I get a cat?”
He blinked. Then froze mid thrust. Like he was trying to compute whether he heard you right while still buried inside you.
“…What?”
"Pretty please?" You cooed, raking your fingers through his sweat damp hair. "A small Ragdoll or a Persian or even an orange one. You can choose," you clenched around him involuntarily making him grunt as you spoke.
"Can we get a kitty?"
Chan was still frozen above you, blinking like his brain had just bluescreened. You watched, amused, as about five different emotions flickered across his face in rapid succession.
“…Did you just bribe me with sex for a cat?” he asked, breathless, hips twitching as if debating whether to punish you or pull out and give you a full interrogation.
You gave a small, devilish grin. “Depends. Is it working?”
He let out a groan—half frustration, half admiration—and pressed above you, still careful not to crush you with this weight, nose brushing yours. “You’re unbelievable,” he mumbled into your cheek, but you could feel the smile pulling at his lips.
“And yet,” you teased, "you’re still inside me."
His laugh was muffled against your throat. “I swear, you only pull this kind of shit when I’m literally balls deep in you.” He nipped at your jaw lightly, then pulled back just enough to look into your eyes again.
“A cat, baby?”
Before you could reply, his hips snapped forward in a hard thrust that made you gasp loudly, making you arch into him and he continued, tearing another gasp.
"You,"—thrust—"want a cat?" He pushed again then stopped mid thrust, making you whimper for breaking his pace.
"Yeah, I want a cat. We can—ah—," he slammed into you before you could finish the sentence. Your walls hugged him tighter, making him half moan and growl as he drilled harder into your greedy cunt.
"Go on, you were saying baby?" Chan drawled, voice smug and wrecked at the same time. His thrusts slowed to a cruel pace, pulling all the way out until only the tip teased your entrance, then sliding back in with a languid grind that had your toes curling.
You clutched at his shoulders, barely able to breathe, let alone speak. “I—Chan—”
His grin turned devilish. “Come on, I wanna hear it. Tell me all about this kitty you want while I’m buried deep in this sweet little pussy.”
“Fuck—” you choked on the curse as he angled his hips and hit that spot inside you that made your vision blur.
He groaned low, cock twitching from how tightly your walls hugged him. “You feel that? No kitty talk eh? Only dick.”
You could’ve cried from how good it felt, from how ridiculous he was, from the fact that you knew he’d say yes in the end and was just dragging this out to mess with you.
“I-It could sleep at the end of the bed,” you gasped out stubbornly, clawing at his back. “It wouldn’t bother you—”
He snorted. “You think anything could sleep when you sound like this under me? You want that innocent creature to watch you get wrecked or what?"
To prove his point, he pistoned into you again, faster now, his rhythm building with every slick, filthy slap of skin against skin.
You let out a loud breathy moan, your nails digging crescents into his back as your hips bucked instinctively to meet his thrusts.
Each roll of his hips was deeper, filthier, like he was determined to fuck the idea of a cat right out of your brain.
It was working. Or maybe not.
“Chan—Channie—”
“What, baby?” he panted, voice husky. “That little cat still on your mind? Or is your brain too dumbed out from my cock to remember what you were bribing me for?”
You whimpered—part scandalized, part turned on beyond belief. Chan's mouth twitched at your reaction. He loved seeing you like this. Falling apart while still trying to argue.
“You were gonna say?” he prompted, cock grinding right into that spot again, drawing a sharp gasp from your lips. “Hmm? Something about how it’ll behave? Maybe we can train it to wait outside the room when you’re on your knees for me?”
Your eyes rolled back at the mental image, your body already trembling again from how close you were, feeling the tight knot down at the base of your spine close to snapping.
“You’re awful,” you breathed.
“And you,” he groaned, dipping to suck a bruise into your collarbone, “are a terrible negotiator. You bring up cats mid-fuck and expect me to say no?”
“Then say yes,” you moaned, clenching around him, your voice climbing pitch with every deep thrust. “Just say yes and I’ll—I’ll be good.”
He smirked against your skin, his thumb finding your clit and circling it lazily. “You’re already being so good for me, baby. Look at you, shaking under me and begging for a kitten while getting fucked.”
“Chan—!”
He didn’t let up, pushing into you so fast now it was maddening.
“You want a cat?” he whispered, nose brushing your cheek as he kissed the corner of your lips. “You'll get a cat. But you better come hard for me. Cream all over this cock, baby. Show me you really deserve it.”
The earlier gentle rolls of his hips now turned punishing and ruthless, pounding into you hard enough to bang the headboard against the wall.
You didn’t even have time to process the demand before it slammed into you, your orgasm ripped through you like lightning, thighs shaking, tears brimming at the corners of your eyes as your walls spasmed around him.
You let out a high, broken cry, nails clawing into his skin as your entire body writhed beneath him.
“Fuck, that’s it—fuck, baby, you’re so fucking pretty when you come,” Chan gritted through his teeth, barely holding on as he watched you fall apart.
“Gonna fill you up, yeah? Stuff you full and then we can go get you a kitten with my cum dripping down your thighs. How’s that sound?”
You whimpered something incoherent, your body too wrecked to argue. With one final thrust, Chan's head fell between your neck and shoulder, hot white ribbons painting your insides, his body twitching as he collapsed, breaths ragged from the force of it.
You held him close, inhaling the musky scent of his colonge clinging onto his sweaty skin, the two of you remained tangled in each other till you caught your breaths.
His cock was sheathed inside your warm cunt till the continuous twitching stopped, yet after he remained in as if he couldn't let you go.
After what was like long minutes, he slowly slid out, dropping to your side, pulling you into his chest.
He leaned forward, capturing your lips, all tongue, hot and messy, almost as if he couldn't get enough of the way your mouth tasted.
"So," you pulled back softly, "what are we going to name him?" You asked, tracing lazy circles over his chest.
Chan let out a groggy laugh, eyes closing, his arm snug around your waist. “You mean if he survives watching his owners rail each other into the mattress every night?”
You slapped his chest gently, giggling. “Stop. He’ll be innocent.”
“He’ll be traumatized,” Chan said without missing a beat, cracking one eye open to look at you. His gaze was soft, heavy-lidded, full of affection.
"I suppose I like the name Mochi." He said after a few seconds. "Round, sweet and soft, like his mommy."
Your cheeks bloomed in a faint shade of pink and you nuzzled close into Chan's chest, holding him as close as humanly possible.
"I like that name." You mumbled.
Chan kissed the top of your head, wrapping his arms tighter around you, smiling, mentally preparing himself to bring a new addition into the household.
***
For the next few weeks, you and Chan rearranged your apartment to welcome a kitten and went to the local shelter to find a baby to give him a new home.
Today was finally the day to bring him home.
The shelter was quiet that morning, warm beams of sunlight spilling through the windows and casting soft glows on the tiled floors. You stood beside Chan, your fingers laced with his, the anticipation buzzing low in your chest like static.
“This is it,” you whispered, eyes flitting from one small enclosure to another, all filled with twitching whiskers, lazy stretches, and sleepy meows.
Chan gave your hand a small squeeze. “We’re really doing this.” He sounded a little in awe.
You walked slowly past each enclosure, the two of you crouching down now and then to coo at the kittens. There was a loud ginger tabby pouncing on its siblings, a jet-black ball of fluff who hissed at everything, and a quiet white one that refused to wake up.
Then you saw him.
A light grey tabby kitten with darker stripes along its head and body and impossibly round eyes looking up at you both curiously. He blinked sleepily up at you, then gave a tiny chirp and trotted right to the front of the enclosure, pawing at the glass like he’d been waiting for you.
Your heart clenched.
“Chan,” you whispered, voice breaking into a smile. “It’s him.”
Chan crouched down beside you, eyes wide with gentle wonder. The kitten tilted his head, then flopped on his side dramatically, tiny pink paws stretching out as if to say, take me home already.
You giggled, wiping at the corner of your eye, surprised to find yourself tearing up. “I love him.”
Chan looked over at you, soft and still, then kissed your temple.
“Then he’s ours.”
~
The ride back home was filled meows from the carrier and the sound of your giggles as Mochi pawed at the door, desperate to be let out.
Chan kept glancing over at you at red lights, his heart doing ridiculous things at the way you cooed and whispered to your new fur baby like he was the most precious thing in the world.
Once you reached home, Chan opened the door, letting Mochi step into his new home. The cat who was acting like he was in jail now took careful steps as he came out of the carrier, his big eyes curiously looking around his surroundings.
You and Chan sat cross-legged on the floor, watching as the little guy took his first tentative steps. He sniffed the rug, pawed at a plush toy, then turned and meowed—a soft, questioning little chirp before he walked towards Chan.
Your eyes widened as he pawed Chan’s knee, then—without hesitation—hopped onto his lap with all the confidence of a kitten who’d already chosen his favorite human.
Chan froze, mouth parted in disbelief. “Did I just get picked?”
You giggled, leaning your cheek against your knee as you watched the scene unfold. “He knows who the real pushover is.”
Chan scoffed, but his hand instinctively reached down, gently scratching behind Mochi’s tiny ears. The kitten let out a happy purr, quiet at first, then growing louder as he curled up into a little ball right in the center of Chan’s lap.
Your heart clenched at the sight, so much love unfolding that it felt overwhelming in the best way imaginable. You crawled closer and rested your head on his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut as Chan wrapped an arm around you, careful not to disturb the sleeping kitten on his lap.
Mochi twitched once in his sleep, then purred continuing with his slumber, dreaming whatever cats dreamt of.
Chan turned slightly, pressing a kiss to your temple. “You know, I never imagined this would be us. I didn’t think I’d be the guy sitting on the floor with a kitten asleep on my lap and my girl leaning on me like this.”
“And yet,” you murmured, eyes still closed, “here you are. Daddy.”
He groaned. “Please don’t call me that while the cat’s present.”
You laughed, and the sound made something flutter in his chest. Like everything was finally falling into place.
Eventually, you all ended up on the couch, the three of you tangled together, Chan stretched out with you curled next to him and Mochi sleeping contently on his chest, purring like a little engine.
“Hey,” he murmured.
“Mmh?”
“I’d let you bribe me a thousand times over if it means more nights like this.”
You smiled, pressing a long, soft kiss onto his cheek.
A Stray Kids one shot (requested by @stephanieeeyang. Tysm!)
Synopsis: Why just one when you can have both? And both are just as down bad as you are for them. Alexa, play "Same damn time".
Warnings: SMUT 🔞 after some plot. Uni AU. A pinch of tension. Unprotected sex. Pure FLITH. 3some (first time writing this), double penetration, drunk confessions, mentions of alcohol , dirty talk, rough & gentle HyunChan, cursing, creampie, oral (f recieving), multiple orgasms, rounds, praises, degradation, aftercare, name calling, pet names.
Minors do not interact!!!
Note: Everytime I write something I always think to myself, "This can't get any filthier." I'm always fucking wrong LMFAO. Some things mentioned might seem unrealistic(?), but again, this is fiction. And the story was sent by this ask.
If this isn't your thing, you're more than welcome to skip it.
Reblogs, likes, comments and feedbacks are always appreciated.
The city buzzed under your feet, somewhere between excitement and the nightlife. The usual gang—the guys and you—walked together, heading to a late dinner after an afternoon of wandering through art galleries and overpriced thrift shops.
However, you stayed somewhere near the back, not because you didn’t want to walk with them, but because he was up front—Bang Chan, with his sun-warmed smile and easy laugh, chatting with the guys like he wasn’t unknowingly the reason you kept stealing glances.
The cold breeze brushed past your skin, making a few strands of hair fly over your face, you pulled your jacked tighter over you, releasing a slow breath through your nose but your eyes still wandering towards that one certain curly haired boy you just couldn't resist as much as you tried.
You’d liked him for a while now safe to say but quietly. Hopelessly.
"Walk with your brain elsewhere, you're for sure to crash into a pole."
You flinched hard at the sound of that deep, rich voice, as if someone poured a cold bucket of ice on you, jerking you away from your thoughts.
You turned to see Hyunjin casually walking along with you, his hands slipped into the pockets of his pants, that smug smirk tugging the corner of his lips.
"I was walking fine," you muttered, rolling your eyes at him, turning your focus back to the street, following the guys, glancing around at the nightlife.
"Hmm," Hyunjin hummed, his gaze still on you from the corners of his eyes but walking nonchalantly, his height itself a distraction.
Goodness as if one man hasn't already taken over your thoughts. But...it's not wrong to like two men at once right?
"Well, it's not like you're dating Chan anyway."
The voice in the back of your mind said, when another intervened, "What happened to loyalty?'
Shut up.
You muttered that louder than intended, making Hyunjin arch a brow at you.
"Sorry I—" you stuttered. Gosh girl you're an embarrassment aren't you?
The voices in your head just wouldn't shut up.
"These guys are just walking this far for no reason." Hyunjin said, looking straight at Jisung and Felix who were already arguing about the menu, then halted suddenly.
"Wanna take a shortcut with me?" He asked, cocking his head to a sketchy looking alley.
One look down the alley and it was clear, it was dimly lit, tucked between a department store and some old boutique hotel, and absolutely not where the rest of the group was headed.
You hesitated.
But Hyunjin just stood there, hands still in his pockets, watching you with a lazy, almost amused curiosity.
“C’mon,” he said, his voice low, the kind that vibrated through your spine instead of your ears. “It loops back to the main street. I’ve taken it before.”
You looked up the sidewalk. Chan was still walking ahead, shoulders bouncing lightly as he laughed at something Changbin said. He didn’t even look back.
You met Hyunjin's gaze and before your brain protested, you were walking into the dimly lit street with him.
He didn't say anything, the world behind you dimmed, swallowed by the narrow corridor and the gentle thud of your boots on the pavement. It was quiet here, save for the hum of a neon hotel sign and the distant honk of a taxi somewhere nearby.
You tucked your hands into your sleeves, feeling the warmth of Hyunjin’s presence just beside you. Neither of you spoke at first. Not until—
“Chris doesn’t know, does he?”
You turned toward him sharply, heart lurching. “Know what?”
Hyunjin chuckled, low and dry. “That you look at him like that.”
Your throat went dry. You opened your mouth to say something then closed it, opened it again before your teeth dug into your bottom lip.
All you had to do was deny it. Just say, "What are you talking about?", but your silence spoke louder than your words could have.
“It’s cute,” Hyunjin added, hands still casually stuffed in his pockets, eyes ahead like he hadn’t just read you like a book. “You think he hasn’t noticed, but trust me. We’re guys. We notice.”
"Hyunjin," you warned him, unsure what you were warning him against.
How can your heart long for two guys at once? It felt wrong but well Cupid's been feeling bored apparently so you're his victim this time.
Your pulse picked up. You didn’t like where this was going—until Hyunjin's earlier words hit—"Walk with your brain elsewhere, you're for sure to crash into a pole."
Then suddenly, a cart, metal, greasy and loud came rolling out of nowhere from a side garage. You didn’t even see it in time. One second you were walking calmly with your thoughts elsewhere with Hyunjin, the next you stumbled sideways, heart shooting into your throat as the cart clipped your boot.
You braced to fall—Oh god, oh god—
—but Hyunjin caught you.
His arms slipped around your waist just in time, holding you just inches from the cold pavement. You clutched at his chest for balance, your faces close— way too close.
You could feel his breath on your cheek, see the faint mole under his eye, watch the amusement in his eyes flicker into something deeper. His fingers didn’t move. His hold didn’t loosen.
"Thanks." You let out a laugh. Nervous. Short. He didn’t laugh.
“You okay?” he murmured, voice softer now, lower. You nodded, but your eyes hadn’t moved from his. Neither had his from yours.
His fingers brushed a strand of hair away from your face, the fingertips tracing a line on your jaw as the thumb touched your bottom lip.
You swallowed hard, unable to tear your gaze away from his sculptured features and those killing eyes that looked straight into your soul.
Hyunjin leaned in and your breath caught.
His hand slid to the small of your back, his forehead brushing yours—and your brain screamed Chan, no, yes, what are you doing—
You turned your head, just in time.
“Wait,” you breathed out. “You’re… aren’t you with Jiwoo or something?”
His lips barely halted. His brow twitched in mild irritation, like he’d been pulled from a trance. Then he huffed a laugh. “Jiwoo? God no. I don’t know why everyone thinks that.”
He pulled back, just slightly. His hands were still on you. You could still feel where he’d held you.
And suddenly, you weren’t thinking about Chan. You were thinking about Hyunjin’s lips and how close they were. How soft he looked. How sharp he felt.
Your hands pressed on his chest, you could have sworn you felt his heart thudding behind his ribcage. You licked your lips before they parted, as if you invited him yourself.
You kissed him.
It was warm. Deep. Pillow-soft with the kind of careful hunger that left you gasping for air. He tasted like cinnamon gum and the thrill of a bad idea.
And you broke it first.
“We can’t,” you whispered, wiping your lips. “We'll get caught.”
"No one is going to catch us baby," he said lowly before capturing your lips again this time, half harshly half gently, slipping his tongue past yours, angling your head to let himself get more access.
Your hands fisted his hoodie, not stopping him, pressing your body against him, not knowing the world was blurring around you and not knowing a pair of familiar eyes witnessed something you wish they didn't.
You could feel every line of him against you—his warmth, his breath, his hunger. But suddenly… you felt cold.
Like being watched. You pulled away. Hyunjin opened his eyes slowly, like he’d just woken from a dream. “Why’d you stop?” he whispered, still close enough for your noses to brush.
You glanced at the entrance of the alle, hoping to catch someone, but that feeling of being watched disappeared as quickly as it formed.
"We should go," you said, your voice quieter than you meant, barely audible over the faint city hum.
Hyunjin looked at you, his jaw slackening just a little as he took in the shift, the sudden cold behind your eyes. His gaze searched yours for something, maybe permission to keep going, maybe an explanation… but you were already turning away.
“Yeah,” he muttered, clearing his throat as he followed behind.
Eventually you made it to the restaurant, right on time before they all entered, almost nobody had noticed your brief disappearance.
You tried to play it cool and went close to Felix and Han, politely starting a conversation with them to get away, to distract your mind from two guys who had your brain lagging.
You didn’t look at Hyunjin, didn't dare to, but you felt him. The weight of his gaze. The silent question in it.
He took a seat two chairs down, next to Changbin, his jaw clenched and tongue pressed to the inside of his cheek as he dropped into the chair a little harder than necessary.
Then Chan, who was looking at you but wasn’t smiling. His brows weren’t furrowed in anger, either. No, his expression was calm. Too calm.
His gaze was steady and unreadable, but just behind his soft brown irises, there was something hollow.
Your gut feeling of being watched was right. He did see you. But your mind was way too fogged with the remnants of the kiss and chatter of the guys around you to ask how.
The conversation at the table rose and dipped around you like waves, but you were drowning in it, barely able to answer Han when he asked if you were going to share dessert later.
Hyunjin hadn’t said a word.
Chan hadn’t looked at you again.
So you sat there, between the two boys you couldn’t stop thinking about, pretending like your heart wasn’t wrecked over both of them in different, equally devastating ways.
~
The week after the dinner passed by in a blur, mostly because you distracted yourself with assignments, classes and the gym.
At the beginning it seemed fun that you shared a few classes with guys but now after the tension rising between you, Chan and Hyunjin at the restaurant that night, you cursed the universe for putting the three of you in the same class.
And for making your professor group you into working together for a project.
"I'll do my part and text you when I'm done," Hyunjin said, typing away on his phone, not bothering to look up at you or Chan, before he walked out of the classroom.
Your heart sank like someone had thrown it in the ocean tied to a stone.
You could hear the quiet shuffle of his bag, the creak of his chair, and the sound of your own breath as you avoided his eyes and stacked your notes with trembling fingers.
“I can drop you home,” he said after a beat. His voice was gentle, casual, too casual for how it curled under your skin and made your stomach flip.
You looked at Chan, feeling tired to protest so you gently nodded, smiling, walking along with him outside the class towards the parking lot.
The car ride was quiet. Rain drizzled lightly outside, streaking across the windshield as city lights blurred into soft golds and reds.
You sat stiffly in the passenger seat, fiddling with the strap of your bag, acutely aware of the space between you.
Chan had one hand on the wheel, the other drumming absentmindedly against his thigh, and his jaw was set like he was chewing back something.
You wondered if he was avoiding your eyes because he didn’t want you to see what they’d say. Or maybe, you were the one who wasn’t ready to listen.
You finally broke. “Are you alright?”
Chan didn’t answer right away. His eyes remained fixed on the road. Then he muttered, "I am."
Your heart sank deeper, so many emotions raging inside your body, you wanted to scream, to run away, to cry? You didn't know, it just felt overwhelming.
"Why are you being cold?" You asked gently, your voice almost blended with the sound of the quiet engine.
He didn’t answer at first.
The only sound in the car was the rhythmic swipe of the windshield wipers and the hum of the tires gliding along the wet asphalt.
His jaw flexed once. Twice. Then he exhaled, like he’d been holding something in for far too long.
“I’m not,” he said finally, but it was the kind of answer someone gave when they didn’t want to explain the storm behind it.
“Yes, you are,” you whispered. “You haven’t looked at me the same since—”
"I'm just tired, okay? That's it." His tone was sharp but it felt cruel, a sound you never heard from him and that sliced your heart into shreds.
You weren’t sure what hurt more—the sharpness of his voice, or the fact that he couldn’t even look at you when he said it.
"Oh," you said finally, your voice so small you weren’t sure if it was even audible over the low hum of the car.
Chan rubbed a hand over his face, breathing out slowly like he regretted the way it came out but didn’t know how to take it back. His eyes stayed forward, watching the rain trickle down the windshield in lazy streaks.
“I didn’t mean that,” he muttered, but it sounded forced.
"You don’t have to lie, you know," you said quietly, almost to the window instead of him. "If you’re mad at me, just be mad."
"I’m not mad." His grip tightened on the steering wheel.
You looked at him, at the way his lashes cast soft shadows over his cheek, the way his lips pressed into a flat, unreadable line.
You felt your heart drop. Like the air had left the car completely. Your fingernails bit into your palms as you stared down at your lap, fighting the sting in your eyes.
He finally reached your apartment. The car rolled to a slow stop in front of your building, headlights casting pale yellow light across the front step. You undid your seatbelt quietly, the soft click almost deafening in the silence between you.
You didn’t move to get out. Neither did he.Your hand hovered near the door handle, and then...paused. You looked at him again, giving him a small, broken smile and opened the door.
The cold night air rushed in. You stepped out.
"Thanks for the ride." You didn’t look back when you closed the door. Didn’t see the way Chan stared at the empty passenger seat long after you disappeared behind your building door.
He never told you he saw.
And maybe that was the part that would haunt you most.
~
"Yeah, he said the flight is..." The corridor was buzzing with the sound of students walking past each other, conversations and then morning rush filling the air.
You made it to uni looking like you had quite a night—swollen lips, puffy eyes, pink cheeks.
Have you been crying all night? Yes.
As you turned the corner into the open student lounge area, your steps faltered. There they were. Chan and Hyunjin.
Leaning casually against the vending machine counter, steaming takeout coffees in hand, mid-conversation like nothing was wrong.
Like your heart hadn’t been flipped, twisted, wrung out over and over for the past week.
Chan laughed softly at something Hyunjin said, his dimple flashing faintly as he sipped his coffee. Hyunjin, was in his usual oversized bomber, leaned back on his elbows, head tilted with that same relaxed charm he always carried.
Their eyes flicked up. Both pairs met yours.
You just stood there, half asleep, your hand clutching the strap of your bag, the hood and a few strands of hair covering your face.
"What happened to you?" Hyunjin asked, masking a playful teasing tone that felt distantly familiar. You arched an eyebrow at him then rolled your eyes, taking in a deep breath.
"Just spent the night finishing my part of the project. We can hand it in today."
You said, trying your best to hide the fact that you had been crying over two guys that drove you to insanity but they were here, sipping coffee like it was another normal day.
It was a normal day. Your hormones are well—when are the hormones ever kind right?
Hyunjin blinked at your response, the corners of his mouth twitching up in a lazy smirk. “Damn,” he said, drawing out the word as he took another sip of coffee.
“And here I was thinking you just decided to cry over us.” Your heart stopped, your breath catching in your throat you almost choked on it.
You huffed a dry laugh, brushing past it. “Sorry to disappoint.”
Chan didn’t say anything. Not at first. He was looking at the floor, his cup halfway to his lips, taking another sip.
Then he looked back at Hyunjin and said, "We should celebrate. We’re finally done with that damn thing."
Your brows lifted in surprise.
Hyunjin turned toward Chan, a brow arched, almost as if he was waiting for him to say more, but when he didn’t, Hyunjin grinned and shrugged. "Yeah. Our place tonight?"
You hesitated. For a second, no longer than a breath.
Your gut screamed: don’t do it.
Your heart whispered: go.
“Sure,” you said. “If there’s snacks.”
Chan gave a breath of a laugh. “I’ll get them.”
You hated how it made your chest flutter. You hated how effortlessly he could undo you.
"Come after seven," Hyunjin added, tapping his phone screen, already texting something you assumed was details or some silly group chat. "Don’t be late."
And just like that, the conversation moved on. They resumed their back-and-forth about professors, and why Minho had ghosted the group chat again.
But you… you stayed quiet. Your head was already spiraling. Because tonight, you were going to walk into their apartment, their space. After everything.
After the kiss.
After the silence.
***
The TV played some nameless reality show, the table spread out with Chinese takeout and Soju.
Thank god tomorrow is a Saturday.
You had finished your share of noodles, accompanied with a few dumplings and a pudding, and now your mind was all groggy after a few sips of alcohol.
Your alcohol tolerance was quite low, so even just a few shots of soju was enough to have you tipsy.
The half cold, half bitter liquid ran down your throat as you chugged it down mixed with coke, your chest heaving in a loud breath.
Chan glanced at you then at Hyunjin who was watching you concerned. Chan leaned forward, taking the glass away from you and pushing the alcohol bottles back.
"That's enough," he said, his voice almost like it was floating past your head. "You've drank a lot."
You tried to open your eyes to look at him, but they struggled and you smiled lazily, blinking slowly.
"I only had one si—sip," you hiccuped, sounding like you weren't tipsy but actually drunk.
Hyunjin moved first. He rose from his spot beside the coffee table, his long fingers curling gently around your wrist as he crouched beside you. His touch was careful, almost hesitant—like you were fragile, and one wrong move would shatter you completely.
“Here,” he said quietly, holding a glass of water out to you. You blinked at him again, unfocused and soft, but your fingers reached for the glass. Your hand barely wrapped around it before he helped you lift it to your lips.
The water felt cool, grounding, but it did nothing to stop the heat prickling beneath your skin. The one brought on not by the soju, but by them.
Hyunjin's eyes didn’t leave your face as you took a few sips. Neither did Chan’s. You could feel his stare, burning into your side like a silent question.
“Good girl,” Hyunjin muttered under his breath, almost as if he didn’t mean to say it out loud.
The words slid over you like silk.
“Thaaank youuu,” you whispered with a lopsided smile, letting out a small breath as Hyunjin set the glass down.
Your head leaned slightly toward him like your body was betraying the secret you had shoved deep down all week.
His hand came up to steady you, fingers brushing your jaw as your eyelids fluttered shut for a moment.
"Careful," Chan said, still watching, voice tight.
You turned your head slowly toward Chan, eyes hooded and lips parted, your voice a whisper, not from nerves, but from truth.
"I want both of you."
The room went still.
The TV still played in the background, the sound of someone crying over burnt rice or a missed love confession. But here, in this dimly lit apartment, it was like time hit pause.
Hyunjin froze, his body supporting your lazy form, laying on the side of his chest.
Chan stared, his lips parted slightly, brows drawing together like he was trying to figure out if he heard you right or if it was just the alcohol talking.
But you didn’t stop talking.
"I want you both. At the same time," you repeated, slower this time, the words tasting like warmth and shame and something heavier, like relief.
"Hyunjin…" you turned toward him. "You kissed me like you meant it."
Then to Chan. "But you…Chan...God, you look at me like you already know how I fall apart."
Neither of them said a word. Just stared at each other then at you, your half limp body laid on Hyunjin.
"Sweetheart," Chan started softly, like he was talking to a child, "You've had too much, you need to rest."
"But I haven't!" You squeaked, lifting your body up and falling into Chan's arms who caught you with a blink of an eye, arms strong and steady.
"I tried not to ruin things. I tried to choose. But—but the truth is…I—I don’t want to."
Your face pressed to his chest, your fingers tangled in the soft fabric of his shirt, and his scent wrapped around you like a sigh.
Chan’s jaw tensed above you, but he didn’t say anything. His hand just rubbed slow, reassuring circles over your back.
Hyunjin looked at the two of you, his heart clenching with something so painfully close to possessiveness, but he kept his guard down, only focusing on your words that kept slipping out.
"I...I ruined us didn't I...?" You slurred, half sleepy, half drunk, turning to see Hyunjin through your hazy vision.
There was silence. Not the kind that hurts but the kind that listens.
"No baby," Hyunjin's hand cupped your cheek, his eyes were impossibly soft, "You didn't ruin anything." He whispered.
You leaned into Hyunjin's hand, your body sagging onto Chan's, taking a slow deep breath as your eyes fluttered close then opened.
"I want you both so...so...bad."
Chan exhaled slowly, his breath warming your temple. "You’re drunk, sweetheart," he murmured again, softer this time. "We’re not going to take advantage of that."
Your chest squeezed painfully at his words, because of course he was right. Of course he would be the one to stay grounded when your world was spinning.
You could feel Hyunjin watching, but you didn’t have the courage to meet his eyes again.
"But I need, hmmf," you tilted your head up, slightly enough to meet Chan's gaze.
"You...and..," you looked at Hyunjin, "...and you..."
Your finger lifted clumsily between them both, like a declaration with no rules, no permission asked. Hyunjin leaned forward slowly, as if every inch toward you cost him restraint.
His hand, still cupping your cheek, brushed his thumb gently beneath your eye. "You’re not thinking clearly right now, angel," he said, voice tender. “You don’t know what you’re asking.”
But you did.
"I do,” you murmured, softer now, eyes glistening, your lips barely moving. "I like how you," you gazed up at Chan again, "how you keep me so safe and make me feel loved and," you met Hyunjin's face, "how you want to kill anyone who gets or is too close to me..."
Chan looked at Hyunjin. Hyunjin looked at Chan.
It wasn’t a stare of rivalry, it was something heavier. Like they were silently measuring each other’s resolve. Respect. History. And the girl resting in Chan’s arms like she belonged there, yet aching for Hyunjin’s touch like she needed that too.
Chan sighed through his nose, his large hand soothing up and down your back. “You’re drunk, baby. You’re saying what your heart wants, but your body can’t keep up with it tonight.”
“I can,” you mumbled, but your limbs betrayed you, barely holding their shape anymore, going soft against him like putty.
Hyunjin chuckled at your stubbornness, brushing the hair away from your temple. "No, you can’t and that’s okay."
There was no sarcasm in his tone. No teasing.
Only care. Only longing.
And the bitter sweetness of holding back.
Chan shifted slightly beneath you, readjusting your weight so he could cradle you better. “You’re going to sleep in my bed tonight. We’ll be here when you wake up. Nothing more.”
“But—”
“No buts.” He pressed a kiss to the crown of your head. “We heard you. Every word.”
Hyunjin stood up, walking over to open the door to Chan's bedroom and Chan slowly stood up as well, carrying you in his arms and this time your body fully gave up.
Chan gently laid you on the mattress and Hyunjin pulled the sheets over you, turning on the AC, the both of them watching the rise and fall of your chest, the soft curve of your hand curled against the pillow, your lips parted like you’d fallen asleep mid-sentence.
They walked out of his bedroom, in dreadful silence, closing the door gently behind them.
"She meant it," Hyunjin said quietly, voice low.
"I know," Chan replied. "The moment I saw you kiss her."
Hyunjin stiffened slightly. "You think I didn’t know?" Chan gave a sad smile, shaking his head. "I knew already. And I didn’t stop it, either."
Hyunjin looked down. "Because you like her too."
"Yeah,” Chan breathed out, fingers curling into a gentle fist. "And I think… I think she loves us both."
There was a pause, heavy with things unsaid. Questions, boundaries, the slow realization that they were both walking the same tightrope.
"…So what do we do now?" Hyunjin finally asked. Chan turned to look at him, serious but soft. "We wait. Let her wake up sober. If she still wants this tomorrow—"
"We give her everything," Hyunjin finished.
Chan nodded once.
And they both meant it.
***
The sheets rustled as you turned, a strangely familiar scent invading your senses as you stirred awake.
Sunlight filtered through pale curtains, casting a soft glow across the unfamiliar space. The scent that lingered in the air was clean laundry, coffee...and them.
You blinked again.
Not your bedroom. The room was bigger, tidier, and a desk pushed up against the wall—books, headphones, hoodies strewn across them in patterns you’d come to recognise far too well. Your heart skipped.
Chan and Hyunjin’s apartment.
"I want both of you."
You sat up sharply, eyes widening.
Memories came crashing back like waves. The confession. The way Chan looked at you—serious, protective. The way Hyunjin touched your face like he was afraid you’d vanish if he blinked. And the heat that simmered between the three of you, ready to boil over.
The door creaked open.
Your head snapped in that direction and then promptly forgot how to function.
There stood Hyunjin in black shorts and tank top that clung just a little too well to his torso, tousled hair falling into his eyes. Behind him came Chan, also dressed in a tank top and shorts, coffee mugs in hand.
He looked warm. Effortlessly devastating.
Hyunjin smirked. “Morning, sleeping beauty.”
Chan chuckled behind him, his voice deep and smooth.
You swallowed hard, feeling a slight pulse in the back of your head. Hyunjin set a tray on the bedside table—toast, and a tiny bowl of strawberries and Chan set the mugs down beside the tray, looking at you.
"Why don't you freshen up?" Chan said softly, "Here," he walked over to his wardrobe and grabbed one of his oversized t-shirts.
Your fingers curled around the fabric Chan handed you—warm, soft, and smelling unmistakably like him. You blinked up at him, your heart caught somewhere between your throat and your stomach.
He wasn’t teasing. Neither of them were.
Hyunjin gave you a faint smile, softer than his usual smirks. “There's a toothbrush in the drawers. Take your time. We’ll be right here.”
You nodded slowly, hugging the tee to your chest as you padded into their bathroom. The moment the door shut, your chest heaved with a quiet breath.
Everything felt real now. No alcohol haze. No what-ifs. Just you—and the two men outside waiting like they’d already decided.
You rinsed your face with cool water, trying to calm the heat under your skin. But even that couldn’t dull the pulse steadily building between your legs. Not when their buff frames had your knees weak.
You slipped out of your clothes and bra, putting on the tee over your head. It fell easily over your frame, soft against your skin, the sleeves a bit too long, the length falling mid thigh.
You didn’t bother with pants. You didn’t want to. When you opened the door again and walked into the bedroom, both of them looked up from where they sat at each edge of the bed.
“I told you,” Hyunjin murmured, tilting his head toward Chan. “She makes it look better than you ever did.”
Chan let out a low hum of agreement, standing. He crossed to you in two easy steps.
“You okay?” Chan asked gently.
You nodded, your throat dry. “Just… feels surreal.”
“Still thinking about last night?” Hyunjin asked, but there was no teasing in his tone this time, just genuine curiosity.
You looked at him, then at Chan, both their eyes were on you. And for the first time, you didn’t feel guilty for wanting both. “I meant when I said it,” you said quietly. “I want you both. I still do.”
A grin painted Chan's face as he kneeled in front of you, his hands sliding slowly up your bare thighs under the tee, “If we do this,” he murmured, “you don’t get to hide from us after. Not emotionally. Not physically.”
“O—okay,” you whispered, your voice slightly shaking.
A shiver ran straight down your spine, your thighs instinctively pressing together, but Chan’s hands were already there, gently parting them again.
You gasped when his thumbs brushed the edge of your panties, feeling just how wet and warm you’d gotten already.
He stood up, placing his hand on the small of your back, guiding you back to the bed. The mattress dipped beneath your weights as you sat down, Hyunjin who was sitting in front of you leaned into your ear.
"That means when we fuck you,” he whispered, “we fuck you like you’re ours. Got it?"
You nodded, swallowing hard as you felt Hyunjin's face brush against your cheek.
“Lay back for us,” Chan said, standing and guiding you gently down onto the bed. “Let us take care of you.”
You laid back slowly, your heart thudding beneath your ribs, nerves dancing under your skin.
The moment your back hit the sheets, Hyunjin’s hands slid up the inside of your thighs with practiced ease, his gaze hooded, hungry—but beneath it, a glint of something warmer.
Chan hovered at your side, his fingertips brushing your cheek as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “Breathe, sweetheart,” he whispered, “we’re not going anywhere.”
Hyunjin pushed the tee up, revealing your pink lacy panties, a damp patch clinging onto your pussylips, the musky scent of your arousal driving up his senses.
“So soaked already,” he muttered, voice rough with approval.
He traced his long finger over the fabric, teasing your entrance, making you whimper, the muscles in your thighs tensing under his touch.
"Baby... look at me," Chan tilted your face, making you look into his eyes, his lips brushing over your cheeks, jawline, the corner of your eye before capturing them fully into his mouth.
You moaned softly into him, heat blooming through your stomach, your body exposed beneath their eyes.
Hyunjin's lips brushed over your hip bone, sucking a bruise into your skin, kissing every part of you he uncovered before focusing back on your clothed cunt.
He spread your legs with ease, sliding your panties to the side and pressed his mouth into your pussy, your gasp into Chan's mouth shattered the stillness.
He licked a slow, teasing stripe through your folds, groaning into you like he was starving. The grip on your thighs tightened, keeping you spread open for his mouth while his tongue moved with deliberate pressure.
Your hips bucked, pleasure shooting up your spine. Chan pulled back, leaving your lips swollen and slick from his kisses.
“Good girl,” he murmured, voice like silk and gravel. “So responsive. You like how Hyunjin tastes you, huh?”
You could only nod, breathless, moaning as Hyunjin flattened his tongue and sucked on your clit.
Chan's fingers traced your breasts, circling the buds over his tee till they peaked, making them strain against the fabric, your hips shifted for more friction from below.
"You taste so sweet baby," Hyunjin murmured against your sloppy, went cunt, his chin soaked with your arousal, thrusting his tongue right into making you arch.
"That's it... Let him ruin you baby," Chan praised you, his mouth wrapping around your erect nipple while his free hand pinch and played with the other; God, this felt so good.
Too good.
Both Chan's and Hyunjin's cocks were fighting for freedom behind their shorts, the bulging and the throbbing of it now impossible to ignore.
"I— I need," you cried, your voice cutting short when Hyunjin's fingers slipped in with ease from how wet you were, curling them just right as he hit that spot making your eyes roll to the back of your skull.
Your thighs trembled violently now, muscles twitching under Hyunjin’s grip as he drove his fingers in deeper, tongue working relentlessly over your clit in tight, rhythmic circles.
"Fuck—Hyun," you whimpered, legs instinctively trying to close, but his hands pinned you wide open.
"Stay still, sweetheart," Chan cooed, voice syrup-slick as he leaned in again, capturing your lips, swallowing your moans like he was starving for them. “Let him make you come. You’re almost there, aren’t you?”
You nodded, helplessly grinding down against Hyunjin’s face, chasing the climax that was building like a storm under your skin.
Hyunjin growled low against you, the vibration making you cry out as he licked into you harder, deeper, matching the pace of his fingers.
“She’s dripping,” he mumbled, tongue curling along your folds, "You’re fucking perfect like this."
One of your hands fisted the sheets while the other clung onto Chan's bicep, his fingers now continuing to play with your nipples, after leaving his bruising trail of hickeys, marking himself on your chest.
Chan's hand moved from your breast to stroke your jaw, tilting your face so your teary eyes met his. “That’s it. You’re doing so good for us, baby,” he whispered. “Let go. Give it to him.”
And you did.
The orgasm hit so hard, it shattered you. Your mouth dropped open in a silent scream, back arching clean off the bed, thighs locking around Hyunjin’s head as he kept licking you through it, drawing out every trembling second.
Your body convulsed, hot fat tears sliding down the corners of your eyes as the waves rolled and rolled. Chan held you through it, petting your hair, grounding you, whispering praises you could barely hear over the blood rushing in your ears.
You shook so hard that when Hyunjin pulled back from your pussy, he whimpered at the loss of legging it go, but had to give you time to recover from how much you came.
When your body went slack, Hyunjin leaned up, his eyes wild, meeting Chan’s gaze across your body.
“She’s ready now,” he said, voice rough, pupils blown. Chan’s gaze dropped to you, checking for something—any hesitation—but all he saw was the blissed-out desperation still lingering on your face, your lips parted, chest heaving, legs trembling.
The gentle restraint on Chan's face snapped when his eyes met Hyunjin's with a devilish smirk, he leaned down to press a soft kiss on your forehead before whispering, "This is going to be hard. Fast. Soul crushing and we are going to ruin you."
Your eyes were glassy, every nerve ending in your body on fire as you squealed at Chan's growl. "Tell us or tap on us if it's too much and we will stop, but you better take everything we give you like the good little slut you are."
And that was the last of the gentleness you saw of Chan before he nodded at Hyunjin, removing his tee off of you and flipped you onto your stomach.
The both of them got off the bed, the syncing sound of the clinks of their belts echoing together as they shredded their pants, revealing their now impossibly hard cocks, heavy against their abs, thick and leaking beady drops of pre cum.
You took one look at their sizes and you knew you wouldn't make it out with the ability to walk after today.
You're definitely taking a sick leave for the week.
Hyunjin's hand cupped your face, carnal urges taking over his brain to just fuck you senseless already and Chan moved to the other side, ripping your panties and squeezing the flesh of your ass before giving it a sharp slap! making you gasp.
"Get on your hands and knees," he growled his command, and you did, slowly getting up with your face still in Hyunjin's grasp.
Hyunjin traced his thumb over your bottom lip, pushing it into your mouth, his other hand fisting his leaking cock, so long and proud, the tip flushing red and a long vein running underneath, you swallowed hard as you registered the position you were in.
"Suck," you already were before the world left his mouth, greedily sucking on his thumb, your cheeks flushed hot.
Chan lined himself between your legs, his thumb smearing your wetness before tracing the thick head of his cock against your entrance making you inhale a sharp breath.
"Relax angel..." Chan's voice dropped an octave, "just relax." He muttered, holding your hips as he pushed the thick length of his cock past your tight walls.
"Open your mouth," Hyunjin growled, pulling his thumb out. Your mouth fell open and he pushed his cock in, the warmth wrapping around his shaft until your nose pressed against the faint trail of hair.
"Holy fuck—" Chan gritted through his teeth. "She's fucking tight," he pushed all the way in, his cock sitting snug inside you and letting your gummy walls adjust to him, he felt like he could come the very second.
"What a slut, look at her." Hyunjin's voice was strained as he held your jaw, beginning to fuck his cock into your mouth while Chan pulled back enough to let the tip tease your entrance once more before slamming back in.
Tears leaked from your eyes, drooling dribbling down from the corners of your mouth and your juices coating Chan's cock, you were getting fucked from the front and back by the two men who showed zero signs of mercy in bed.
You were choking on Hyunjin's length and clenched around Chan, both of them groaning loudly, Chan's fingers holding your waist so tight, his fingers left marks on your skin.
Chan gave one hard thrust into you, pushing you forward, Hyunjin's cock touched the back of your throat, making you gag, his head fell back as he held onto the headboard to brace himself.
"Shit, be gentle with her Chris what the fuck?"
Hyunjin grittted, his chest rising and falling, sweating clinging onto his skin and Chan's hand dipping down your stomach to circle your clit in rough strokes making you shut your eyes and clench him hard.
"She loves it Hyunjin. Look at her, taking two cocks like the needy little slut she is."
You whimpered at his filthy words, no room to breath, hair tangled, skin sweaty and eyes teared up, you were turned on and ruined beyond belief.
Your breasts bounced with each thrust, hands fisting the sheets, moans were muffled while getting fucked and choked and their loud groans of pleasure filling the air.
"I might come right now, fuck," Hyunjin panted before pulling his cock out of your mouth, letting you breath, long sticky strings of spit clinging from his length onto your lips.
Oxygen rushed into your lungs but was cut short when another brutal thrust hit you from behind, the tip of Chan's cock touching your cervix ripping a loud cry out of your throat.
"Can't take it sweetheart? Hmm? Should we stop?" Chan cooed, so mean and ruthless, you were too fucked out to make up words so you shook your head.
"That's what I thought."
Hyunjin slipped himself back into your mouth holding your jaw, the tangling the strands of your hair, your tongue traced every ridge and vein of his silky velvet shaft as he rolled his hips forward, making you take it all.
"That's it, sweet angel letting me fuck her pretty mouth like it's mine."
"Mine?" Chan hissed, rubbing your clit in rough circles and slapping your ass again, the stinging pain mixing with pleasure before he growled, "No. She's OURS."
Chan kept thrusting into you, deeper and deeper, brushing that sweet squishy spot in you repeatedly.
Molten lava dripped down his spine as thunder roared in Hyunjin's chest, both of them slamming into you one after another before Chan hit that sensitive spot making you shatter again, your walls squeezing him as you came flooding on his cock.
White warmth spilled down your throat while another load gathered inside your cunt, painting your walls, the two of them filling you up with their cum, using you like a fuck toy, their cocks twitching endlessly inside you.
"Swallow every drop," Hyunjin growled, pulling out of your mouth and you did, feeling the sweet saltiness of his hot load slide down your throat.
Chan pulled out slowly, watching his cum drip out of your wrecked hole, chest heaving and his curls clung onto his forehead.
You lost your balance and almost fell but Chan's hand slipped around your body and caught you. You were lost in worlds beyond pleasure— freshly fucked and completely ruined but by the smirk on Hyunjin's face said they weren't done by a long shot.
"Can you give us one more round sweetheart?" His thumb brushed so gently over your tear stained face, your eyes lashes were damp, your nose and cheeks were flushed.
"One more for us like a good girl?"
Your chest still heaved in heavy breaths, Hyunjin ran his hand through your hair, pushing them away from your face.
"Alright, we'll give you some time to breathe." He said, smiling as if he wasn't about to wreck you again in the next few minutes.
You weren't sure if you could take it anymore. But the way Chan felt inside you and Hyunjin felt down your throat, your lust filled, foggy brain wanted more.
After what was like five minutes, once your breathing was back at a good pace, Chan's eyes met yours again, soft but filled with a beast like hunger that was ready to devour anything that came in his way.
Hyunjin sat behind you, scooping your body, making you sit on his lap before he laid down, his head on the mattress bringing your back flush against his chest.
You felt the hardness of his cock against your ass, your pulse spiking up, anticipation running through every nerve ending as he angled you above him.
Chan hovered over the two of you, his gaze piercing into yours and running down your body, skin peppered with his hickeys and fingerprints, a smug grin tugging his lips.
"Ready for us, angel?"
"Yes," you whispered, and that was all it took.
Hyunjin's fingers found your sensitive, swollen clit, rubbing it in right circles as they dipped down to your entrance, parting your puffy folds before pushing his shaft into you in one deep stroke.
Inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed inside you, groaning between your neck and shoulder. You cried out from the stretch, the fullness, your walls fluttering as you clenched around him.
“Fuck—” Hyunjin hissed, “you are tight.”
Chan came up, his hands skimming your body, squeezing your breasts, mouth pressing to your neck. “Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he whispered hotly, “you’ll make room for me too.”
Your heart thundered in your chest as Hyunjin’s cock remained unmoving inside you.
Chan watched your face, eyes glazed and no rational thought in his mind. “You’re okay,” Chan murmured against your jaw, kissing it.
“Breathe through it, baby. We’ve got you.”
Hyunjin pressed up, chest pressing to your back as he lined himself up carefully. His lips brushed your ear. “Relax,” he whispered. “Let us in.”
You exhaled, your body trembling from anticipation and pleasure, and slowly, Chan began to push in.
The stretch burned—sharp, a slight sting at first, then full and overwhelming.
Hyunjin grunted beneath you, his hands gripping your waist tighter as Chan filled the remaining space, pushing in inch by inch until he was fully seated, your body now stuffed with both of them.
You could barely breathe. Could barely think anymore.
“You’re doing so fucking well,” Chan whispered. “Taking us like you were made for this.”
“Look at her,” Hyunjin murmured, his voice hoarse. “So full of dick.”
You let out a broken moan, tears springing to your eyes from the intense stretch, the fullness, the feeling of being theirs completely.
They went slow at first. Timed. When Chan pulled back, Hyunjin pushed in—and vice versa. It was a rhythm that had your body shaking, your hands fisting the sheets, your mouth open but speechless from how overpowering it felt.
You were drowning in ecstasy, buried under praise and thrusts and heat and hands.
"God, you’re perfect," Chan groaned, his voice fraying at the edges. "So fucking wet, feel how messy you are, baby?"
“She’s dripping down on me,” Hyunjin answered, filthy and sweet in the same breath. "She likes being fucked dumb by us."
"Is that right?” Chan said, slowing his pace just to grind deep, right into your sweet spot. "You want us to ruin you, pretty girl?"
Your nails dug into the sheets, then into Chan’s shoulders as you tried to hold onto something—anything—but your body wasn’t yours anymore.
It belonged to them. Your mind, your pleasure, your heartbeat, everything was tangled up in the two of them.
They moved in tandem, one pulling out slightly while the other pushed in deeper, never leaving you empty, never letting the pleasure dip for even a second. You cried out as another orgasm crested, sudden and rushing.
The sounds leaving your bodies were sick, obscene, a filthy symphony of flesh on flesh and breathless gasps that made the walls feel too thin for what was happening inside.
“Fuck—Chan—Hyun—” you sobbed, your thighs trembling.
"That's it baby, come for us. Soak these cocks."
Chan kissed you hard, swallowing the sound of your moans. Hyunjin groaned when you clenched around them both, his hand snaking around to rub tight circles against your clit.
“So fucking perfect when you come.”
Their pace picked up, faster, rougher, a perfect storm of pressure and heat and praise. The sound of skin against skin, moans, the slurred mess of your name on both their lips, it was everything.
And then the pressure snapped.
You came with a scream, your whole body convulsing, brain going mush, walls clenching so tightly around them both that they swore under their breaths, holding on through the waves of your orgasm.
Hyunjin was next, thrusting harder as he chased his own edge. "Gonna fill you up, baby. Gonna fucking—"
He came with a hiss, buried deep inside you, his grip tight around your hips as he stilled, twitching, his teeth dug into your shoulder from the intensity of how much he released.
Chan wasn’t far behind, pulling you closer, holding your face as he locked eyes with you while he gave one final, deep thrust and spilled thick spurts inside you with a low moan.
You were stuffed full with cock and cum, the white fluid basically leaking from the corners of your cunt, the substance overloaded up in you.
Chan's forehead dropped to yours, sweat-slick skin pressed against you as he panted against your mouth.
All of you trembled through the aftershocks, breathless and wrecked, but Chan quickly braced himself to not collapse on your limp body.
His cock slid out first, then Hyunjin. Chan got up on his knees watching your body utterly used and railed, the two of them pushing you beyond what you thought you could give, only to pull you back to reality and piece you back together.
Chan ran a hand through his sweat damp hair as he got off the bed, walking out of the room into the washroom to grab a warm cloth.
You remained motionless, breathing heavily on top of Hyunjin, who gently moved you to the mattress next to him, his fingers tracing softly over the bite mark he planted on your shoulder and over the hickeys Chan had left.
Chan returned, with a cloth in his hand, getting back on the bed, watching you carefully.
"Let me clean you baby," he said, gently parting your legs to wipe off the evidence he and Hyunjin had left in you.
Hyunjin got off the bed and put on his boxers, running into the kitchen to grab a glass of water.
You winced slightly at the first swipe of the cloth, your body so oversensitive, pussy swollen, raw and tender in every sense of the word. But Chan’s touch was gentle and reverent.
"Sorry," he murmured, brushing a hand over your thigh. "Almost done, sweetheart."
You didn’t say anything, your throat felt thick, your limbs heavy, but not in a bad way. Your heart was full and you felt like you were floating.
Chan finished and tossed the cloth into the laundry basket nearby, his eyes scanning your body like he was memorizing you in this quiet, wrecked state.
His hand cupped your cheek softly, thumb brushing the dampness under your eye you hadn’t realized was still there.
“You okay?” he asked, voice low. A whisper between the two of you.
"Yeah..." you nodded slowly. "But I think I'm going to be sore for like a week."
Chan chuckled as Hyunjin returned, kneeling beside the bed with a glass of water. His brows softened as he saw you trying to sit up.
“Hey, no,” he said softly, helping you rest against the pillows instead. “Drink first.”
He held the glass to your lips, and you took small sips, feeling the cool water calm your dry throat after that much screaming.
You looked between them, voice quiet. "Are you both okay?"
Hyunjin gave a soft laugh, a little out of breath still. "I think you broke me, but in a good way.'
Chan reached forward to brush a small peck on your lips. “We’re okay, baby. Just making sure that you are.”
The two of them climbed back on the bed, one on either side of you, sandwiching you between their strong chests.
"Gonna spend the day with us today?" Hyunjin asked teasingly, his voice smooth as he pressed his lips on your temple.
"I don't feel like leaving you both," you mumbled sleepily, and they both chuckled.
“Good,” Chan said, rubbing slow circles on your thigh. “You’re not going anywhere from us.”
You exhaled a slow breath, melting into them completely. You were held between the two boys who had unknowingly tangled their way into your heart, body sore, lips kiss-swollen, a soft ache between your legs, but still you smiled wide.
Synopsis: If you're gonna eat something, at least check the wrapper before putting it in your mouth.
Warnings: Aphrodisiac chocolates. SMUT 🔞. Rough Dom Roommate!Hyunjin (is mentioned to be kind of a playboy). Unprotected hard sex, hair pulling, overstim, oral (f. recieving), multiple positions, orgasms, dirty talk, cussing, filthy, degradation, creampie, cum eating, name calling & pet names, mentions of the pill, confessions, to lovers at the end.
Holy hell that's a lot—
Note: To be honest, idrk how this chocolate works fr. I wrote this after seeing a few review videos and some fics I read. But again, anything works in fiction so just let it feed your delulu.
Minors do not interact!!!
If this isn't your thing, you're more than welcome to skip it. Reblogs, likes, comments and feedbacks are always appreciated.
So much to the point that you were begging for the weekend to come over as soon as possible every night since Monday.
Finally it's here.
And you like a weekend without plans because then you can just go back to your apartment, slip into your PJ's and binge Netflix with a tub of ice cream for 48 hours.
Your boss—who technically wasn't your boss but the director of another department—had you running around the office like a dog the entire week which increased your urge to punch him in the face.
What was he thinking?
But like the good employee you are, you did all the tasks at hand before slipping on your coat and bag and leaving the office as fast as you could.
Man you needed something sweet to wash this headache away.
You walked into the nearest supermarket, tapping away on your phone, texting your bestie about the new concert tickets you wanna buy later tonight.
The doors slid open and you knew the aisles by heart, you walked into the candy section and grabbed a few wrapped pieces of chocolate that was on the shelf.
Oh you dumb girl, read the label.
But you couldn't care less.
You slipped your phone between your neck and shoulder calling your bestie about the tickets as you walked over to the counter with the chocolates in your hand.
You didn't even bother to spare a glance at the cashier who watched you with equal amounts of genuine shock and horror as you unwrapped a piece and shoved it into your mouth, stuffing the wrapper in the pocket of your jacket.
Everything was fine but by the time you reached your apartment, something felt… off.
Your skin felt warmer than usual, your breath a little heavier. You tugged at the collar of your shirt, frowning. Maybe the stress was finally catching up with you?
Brushing it off, you unlocked the door, stepping inside—only to freeze in your tracks.
Hyunjin—your annoyingly handsome, sexy and single roommate—was sprawled on the couch, shirtless, one arm draped lazily over the backrest, scrolling on his phone, completely oblivious to your presence.
His hair was slightly damp, probably from a recent shower, strands falling effortlessly into his eyes.
It wasn’t as if you’d never seen him like this before. Living together meant accidental glimpses of bare skin and passing each other in various states of undress.
But right now? Right now, your body reacted differently.
Your mouth went dry, your stomach coiling with something unfamiliar. Your eyes traced the lines of his toned torso, the sharp definition of his abs, the way his sweatpants hung low on his hips.
You clenched your fists at your sides.
Why did he have to look like that today, of all days?
He sensed you standing frozen near the doorway, looking up at from his phone, his lips parted in mild acknowledgment before his brows furrowed slightly.
“You good?” His voice was deep, casual, but you swore it sent a shiver down your spine.
“I—I’m fine,” you mumbled, forcing yourself to look away as you kicked off your shoes. The heat spreading through your body only intensified.
It was unbearable. Your fingers twitched, desperate for relief from an ache you barely understood.
Hyunjin’s eyes narrowed slightly as he sat up. “Are you sure? You look kinda... flushed.”
Of course, he would notice. Your annoying, perceptive roommate.
You turned away, removing your jacket and hanging it on the coat hanger, something falling out of the pocket but you didn't notice it.
“It’s just hot in here,” you muttered, heading toward the kitchen, needing something—anything—to distract yourself.
Hyunjin eyed you curiously for a few seconds, before looking back into his phone, you opened the fridge, grabbing a cold bottle of water.
You twisted off the cap with slightly trembling fingers, taking a long gulp but it didn’t help one bit. Slowly you walked into your bedroom.
Hyunjin watched you disappear into your room before something at the doorway caught the corner of his eye.
He got up and picked up the wrapper on the floor, his eyes widening before he let out a sharp laugh.
Inside your room, you were going crazy. Your body buzzed, hot and bothered. You needed release, so badly that you turned to your nightstand, looking for your favourite toy.
You got on the bed, grabbing it, attempting to turn it on, only to realise the thing was out of battery. You stared at the lifeless toy in your hands, frustration curling in your stomach.
The ache between your thighs was unbearable, a deep, throbbing need that refused to be ignored.
A sudden knock on your door made you jolt. “Yo.” Hyunjin’s voice was muffled but clear, amusement laced in his tone. “You might wanna explain why you were eating aphrodisiac chocolates without knowing.”
Your entire body went rigid. What?!
Oh you absolute idiot.
Your silence made him twist the doorknob and enter your room, only for him to see you scrambling to shove the useless toy under your pillow and your not helpful little night fit that hardened his cock in an instant.
The lacy, flower patterned camisole top did absolutely nothing to hide those peaks that were straining the fabric, your exposed collarbones and neck sparking something utterly primal in his mind.
You clenched your thighs together, hoping that he would just drop it and leave.
But of course, he didn’t.
“So…” He paused for a moment, and then, in a voice laced with wicked amusement, “How’s that working out for you?”
Your breath hitched, heat crawling up your neck as you pressed your thighs together even tighter.
“I—I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you stammered, but the way your voice wavered completely sold you out. Hyunjin scoffed, stepping further into your room, completely unfazed by your flustered state.
He twirled the chocolate wrapper between his fingers, holding it up like evidence. “Really?”
He tilted his head, eyes dragging over your body, taking in the way your chest rose and fell rapidly, how your hands clenched into the sheets like you were fighting against your own urges.
Yeah, you were struggling.
He leaned down, so close you could count every lash of his beautiful eyes and feel his breath hover over your flushed face.
The scent of his skin, clean, fresh out of the shower, mixed with something undeniably him, invaded your senses, making your head spin.
You swallowed hard, refusing to look at him. But then, he reached up and traced a finger along your jaw, tilting your face toward him.
His voice dropped, smooth like silk. “Tell me what you need.”
You squeezed your eyes shut. “I don’t need—”
“Liar.” His breath ghosted over your lips. You whimpered. Goddamn him.
"All you have to do is ask. If not, I'll just let you be and you can stay till it wears off." He said simply, shrugging while playing a devilish smirk on his lips.
You looked at him with glassy eyes, clogged throat and aching need throbbing between your legs that you seemed to intensify with every passing second.
Sensing your hesitation, Hyunjin got up before your hand wrapped around his wrist. He looked down at the contact then at your face which was now flushed hot, slight goosebumps pebbling your skin.
It's not that you didn't want him. God how couldn't you not want him?
It was a secret you'd take to your grave but the amount of times you've found yourself getting jealous of the girls who spent nights with him was countless.
You often wondered how—what—it would be like to feel him. All of him.
His fingers brushed a stray strand of hair off your face as he leaned down again. "Tell me what you want Y/N." he murmured, voice dangerously low.
"T—touch me Hyunjin."
His restraint snapped.
Before another breath could make it past your lungs, his mouth was on yours, your back against the headboard as his hands pressed on either side of your head.
His knees straddled you as you pushed forward, giving him plenty of access to claim you right there with the press of his lips alone, letting him slip his tongue through yours, kissing you hard, fast and desperate.
Hyunjin's hand wrapped around the edge of the blanket that was covering you beneath the waist, he yanked it away and no amount of restraint prepared him to see you completely bare underneath it.
"No panties..." he half threw the blanket, it dropped on the floor. "You're gorgeous when you're needy."
Hyunjin exhaled against your lips, his hair brushing against your cheek. His touch was all-consuming, his presence overwhelming in the best way possible.
Your breath broke when his slender fingers slid between your legs. He teased them along your entrance, collecting the wetness before sliding up to your clit, rubbing slow, torturous circles, sending a jolt of electricity through your body.
You arched into him, a whimper slipping past your lips. “Look at you. You're soaked.” he murmured, eyes gleaming with something dark and possessive.
"Please...I..." you let out a breathy moan.
He dipped his head down following your plea, his breath ghosting over you. “I bet you taste as sweet as that chocolate.”
And then, without warning, his tongue flicked out, dragging through your folds in one slow, deliberate motion.
A strangled moan left your lips, your thighs clamping around his head, but Hyunjin only groaned in response, gripping your legs and pinning them against your chest.
And then you were taken to the heavens with his tongue alone.
He worked so expertly, licking and flicking, sucking and worshipping your cunt like it was the end of the world.
His teeth grazed your tender, erect clit and you bucked up, pushing your needy pussy up his face coating him in your arousal.
Every new spot he hit sent you spiralling, the noisy slurps mixing with your loud whimpers echoing off the walls like a sinful symphony.
Your hands found the way to his hair, wanting him closer, harder, faster until you couldn't breathe, until you couldn't think, just letting him give you everything he could do with his mouth.
It was hot, devastating, mind blowing, the way he ate you out like no tomorrow, the coil growing tighter and faster with each lick.
Hyunjin pulled back with a wet sound, his chin glistening. "You taste so fucking good, baby."
His fingers replaced his tongue, sliding inside you with ease, stretching you open as he scissored them, curling just right against your sweet spot while his lips wrapped around your clit.
"Fuck—Hyunjin—" Your hips bucked against his hand, chasing that friction, that high.
His long digits moved in and out, the squelching sounds spasming out of your cunt as he continued speeding up.
"Greedy little thing," he chuckled, adding a third finger. "You like being stuffed full, huh?"
You couldn't answer, couldn't form a thought. Your walls clenched around his fingers, your stomach tightening, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak.
"You're close, aren't you?" Hyunjin mused, pressing a kiss to your thigh as his fingers moved faster. "Go on, make a mess on my hand."
With a broken moan, your body tensed, pleasure crashing over you in waves. Your walls pulsed around his fingers, a pool of liquid gushed out as he kept moving, working and drowning through your ecstasy until you were trembling.
He groaned, pulling his fingers out, watching as your arousal coated them. He brought them to his lips, sucking them clean with a satisfied hum.
You watched him, catching your breath, not even halfway through before you got up and straddled him, your wet cunt landing on top of his now visible, hard bulge.
His fingers dug into your hips, holding against him as your hot breath fanned over his skin.
"I, I can't—fuck me— please."
His devilish grin grew wider. "You sure you won't regret it later baby?" He cooed but your brain was too fogged with lust, the chocolate you consumed now working on full power.
You grinded his clothed cock, letting your juices stain his sweats and his head fell back at the feeling.
Within a heartbeat, your camisole was lost and his sweatpants were gone, his arm scooped around your waist, guiding your body to meet his cock that was jutting up.
You sank in one smooth push of his hips, but had to force your walls to adjust to the sheer size of him, the tip of his long, veiny cock touching the sensitive spot in you that made you throw your head back, digging your nails into his shoulders.
You rocked your hips back and forth, meeting his upward thrusts as his lips connected with your bouncing breast, the other getting playing and kneaded under his big hand.
You rode him, chasing another orgasm, whimpering and moaning while he sucked on your breast, letting the sensitive bud end up swollen, slick and sore.
"Fuck yes, ride that dick like the slut you are," he gasped, releasing the peak with a pop!, holding your waist tight enough to leave marks that would last for days.
He filled you in the most delicious way ever, your gummy walls clamping him, driving every single logical sense out of his brain.
His thumb pressed on your chin as he cupped your face, touching his lips with yours, kissing you roughly but equally smoothly as you kept rolling your hips on top of him.
"Ha—oh god, Hyun—oh fu...I love your cock."
Your words were filthy, mind so clouded with lust that it sounded coherent to your ears.
Hyunjin's hand that was on your waist held you and pushed you on to your back, before pulling out and flipping you on your stomach, tangling your hair in one tight fist before he slammed into you in one punishing thrust.
He pulled your hair back, his other hand going down to cup your breast, pinching the erect peak. The pleasure of it all overlapped with pain as he continued to thrust into you with hard strokes again and again, your hands fisting the sheets below.
"You're such a fucking slut. With a pussy so tight." he slammed hard right as a stinging slap! landed on your ass that made you cry out loud. "I should have fucked you way earlier than this."
Did he perhaps eat the other piece of chocolate? Maybe he did—
Everything around ceased to exist in that moment, only the rhythmic sound of flesh against flesh, headboard banging against the wall and the loudest moans that were for sure to be heard by your neighbours filling the sex fogged air.
It was like that sweet—oh so you thought, 'didn't check the wrapper', harmless—chocolate dug through your senses bringing out carnal urges you never knew existed.
It wasn't not enough and too much to bear all at once.
Your face fell in the pillows as you let out a muffled scream when he hit that spot that shattered you into shards, making you flood around him.
He was close to snapping too, but he prided himself so much that he wasn't going to come until he's had you so utterly spent till you can't take it anymore.
His grip on your hair loosened, pulling back just till the velvet tip remained in your entrance. Just as you thought he was about to pull out entirely, his hands wrapped around your wrists, pinning them to your back as he slammed back into you once more.
"Don't think you're done yet you cockdrunk slut. I'm not stopping till I decide you've had enough. Got it?" He growled and you nodded senselessly against the pillows, sweat coating your bodies as he regained his pace.
You gasped up, needing air, breathing erratically as he pounded into you harder and harder—slam, slam, slam—your ass meeting with stinging slap!, slap!, slap!, skin now sore and red.
Tears ran down your cheeks relentlessly as he held your hands behind your back, continuing to fucking you from the behind.
You were never that into hardcore, rough sex but right now under the arms and getting wrecked by your 'how could he be single?' roommate and the effect of the aphrodisiac running through your veins, you wanted nothing but for him to just destroy you.
You didn't need to cry it out loud. Your aching, quivering body, greedy pussy basically engulfing his thick rod gave it away to him.
That small piece of candy was too powerful for its size. (Or maybe it's been quite while since you were fucked so good).
Right as you were about to come for the third time, he let go of your wrists, pulling out and turning you over, resting your legs on his shoulders and sank into you again.
He was so deep in, you could have sworn you felt him up your throat. You rasped his name, but he was so lost in the way your pussy swallowed his huge length that he lost all the sense in his brain.
He was consumed by the urge to just wreck your cunt and rearrange your guts.
"F—canf—Hyun, ah! More—!"
You were blabbering nonsense, your needy self just begging him to give you more and more.
"You're taking me so well," he praised, his grip tightening as he snapped his hips faster and deeper.
You clenched around him that made him hiss and come, making him spill his release in you before he could even process the thought of pulling out.
You felt his warm seed gather up inside you, painting you white, the continuous twitching of his cock making him pause and gently ease himself out, a long sticky string of his cum attaching from his tip on to your hole.
He watched as his release dripped from your spent core, his jaw clenching. "Fuck. Look at that."
You were completely wrecked—limbs heavy and body shaking. Hyunjin pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Hope you’re ready for round two, baby."
All that was round one?!
Because from the way his cock was already hardening again, you knew he wasn’t done with you yet.
Your eyes widened slightly, breath hitching as Hyunjin smirked down at you. He traced circles over your stomach before dipping lower, spreading your thighs wider.
His fingers brushed over your swollen clit, making you jolt, a whimper escaping your lips. "Hyunjin—" you gasped.
He hushed you with a kiss, deep and lazy, his tongue gliding against yours. "You can take one more for me, can’t you?" He whispered against your mouth.
Your body screamed in protest and anticipation at the same time. The aphrodisiac hadn’t fully worn off yet, leaving you sweaty, hot and needy despite your exhaustion.
You moaned breathlessly as Hyunjin guided himself back to your entrance, rubbing the tip against your hypersensitive core, teasing you.
"Please," you whispered, surprising even yourself with how desperate you sounded. He groaned, positioning himself at your channel again. "Good girl."
And then he pushed in.
The stretch was more intense this time, your walls still tight and sensitive from the last round. He took his time, slow and deep, groaning as he bottomed out inside you.
He rolled his hips gentler, dragging against your puffy walls, making you shudder beneath him. A salacious white ring formed around the base of his shaft, his huge hand sprawled over your tummy, massaging your skin, he could feel the bulge of his cock over your stomach.
The pleasure was overwhelming, crashing in ways beyond euphoria.
Your legs wrapped around him, heels digging into his ass forcing him in deeper until you felt the fat cockhead brush against your cervix. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and the moan you let out was borderline pornographic.
"Gonna make you come again," he gasped, as he continued his pace. "Will you come for me again sweetheart?"
His thrusts quickened, his grip tightening on your hips as he lost himself in you. Your nails raked down his back, desperate for something to hold onto as the pleasure built again just through his words.
"Come baby," he whispered, his hand pressing down harder on your stomach and then circled your clit, sending you spiraling into another release.
You screamed his name, your entire body arching as the climax ripped through you, leaving you trembling and reeling beneath him. His pace faltered, hips snapping erratically before he spilled inside you, filling and stuffing his load in you for the second time that night.
You gripped his muscled back as he fell on top of you, warm and comforting, both of you panting, drenched in sweat, breaths ragged and heavy.
Then, after a second of stretched silence, Hyunjin slowly lifted himself, gazing down at you. "You okay?" he murmured, brushing damp hair away from your face.
You nodded weakly, body still buzzing. Hyunjin pressed a kiss to your forehead before slipping out of you with a groan. He watched as his release seeped out from your drilled hole, and his jaw clenched.
"Fuck," he muttered, shaking his head. "I should clean you up."
You expected him to grab a towel and wipe you, but instead, he lowered himself between your legs again.
Before you could form his name, his tongue was on you, lapping up his own release, licking you clean with slow, precise strokes.
Your body jerked in overstimulation, but Hyunjin held you down, his grip firm as he cleaned every drop, humming in satisfaction.
Only when he was done did he finally pull away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "You taste even sweeter mixed with me," he mused, grinning as he climbed back up.
He watched you as he let you catch a breath after the intense fucking, you could feel the frantic blood rush, your core pulsing and a drip of slick running down out of your pussy.
Hyunjin's hand cupped your cheek softly before he asked lowly.
"Are you on the pill?"
Even if he used condoms with other girls he has fucked with, for some reason he always asked them that question. But the mere idea of protection didn't cross either of your minds tonight.
You gave a jerky shake of your head. "I...I stopped..."
He watched you, chest rising and falling, in now even breaths, eyes softening.
"Okay, don't worry. Sleep now. Let's talk in the morning."
He ran a hand through his sweat-damp hair, pulling the blanket over your body, turning on the AC, reaching down to brush his lips on your closing eyelids, exhaling sharply as he walked out of your room.
His body was still buzzing from everything that had happened, but his mind was clouded with thoughts.
Without letting another creep up his head, he walked to the bathroom, turning on the water, taking the coldest shower, closing his eyes as he pressed his forehead against the cold tiles.
***
The soft glow of the morning light seeped through the curtains, as you slowly stirred awake.
A dull ache pulsed between your legs, spreading through your thighs, and it took you a moment to register why.
Then it hit you.
The remnants of last night came back in flashes—the aphrodisiac chocolates, the way your body burned with unbearable heat, and… Hyunjin.
Your breath caught as the memories flooded back. The way he touched you. The way he took you. His dirty words and sweet praises.
You groaned, sitting up, feeling the slight stickiness between your legs. You looked down at your body, skin around your hips peppered with his fingerprint bruises, swollen nipples with a faint hickey on your breast.
Heat crept up your face at the realization. You slept with your roommate.
God...What happens now?
Before you could dwell on it too long, the door creaked open.
You glanced up, eyes widening slightly as Hyunjin stepped in. He was wearing a loose white tank top and black sweats, his hair tied in a mini ponytail. In his hands, he carried a tray.
Your heart stuttered at the sight.
You flushed as you felt him gaze at you, you pulled the sheets over your chest, suddenly feeling shy as if he hadn't already seen everything by now.
"Morning," he greeted casually, setting the tray on your nightstand. His gaze flickered to you, scanning your face for any signs of distress.
"How do you feel?"
You swallowed hard, glancing quickly at the tray before meeting his eyes. "Sore."
His lips quirked slightly. "Yeah... not surprised."
Heat rushed up your spine.
He sat on the edge of the bed, his fingers drummed lightly against his thigh before he gestured to the tray.
“I made you breakfast. Figured you’d need the energy after last night.”
You glanced at the tray—toast, berries, coffee… and a small blister pack. Your stomach clenched at the sight of the morning-after pill.
Your fingers tightened around the blanket as you looked back up at him. "You think I should take it?" you asked softly, voice barely above a whisper.
Hyunjin exhaled through his nose, tilting his head slightly. "It's your choice. But I wanted you to have the option. Whatever you decide, I’ll be here.”
Something in his tone made your chest tighten. You couldn’t quite place it. Was it regret? Reassurance? Maybe a mix of both.
You hesitated but then took the pack, popping the pill into your mouth, washing it down with water before setting the glass aside and reaching for the coffee.
Silence stretched between you two.
Then, Hyunjin sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “So… are we gonna talk about this?”
You set the mug down on your nightstand, glancing up at him. “Do we need to?”
His jaw tensed, but he nodded. “Yeah. We do.”
You swallowed. “Hyunjin, it was just the chocolate. That’s why it happened.”
His brows twitched slightly, and for a split second, you thought you saw something like disappointment flash across his face. But it was gone before you could process it.
“Right,” he said, voice carefully neutral. “Just the chocolate.” You weren’t sure why his reaction bothered you.
He let out a half frustration sigh, a faint tsk leaving his lips as he got up to walk towards the door.
You yanked away the blanket, ignoring the light sting in your crotch before he left completely, wrapping your arms around his middle making him freeze.
You pressed the side of your head against his back, heart pounding behind your ribcage.
"Tell me you don't feel the same and we can let this go like it never happened."
Hyunjin looked down at your arms around his body then glanced over his shoulder to look at you. His jaw clenched.
His fingers twitched at his sides, like he was fighting the urge to hold you back. Silence stretched between you both, thick with something unsaid.
Finally, he exhaled, turning to you fully. His voice was low when he spoke, almost cautious.
“Do you really want me to say that?” he asked, voice lower than before.
Your throat felt tight.
Yes. No. You didn’t know.
Your fingers twitched against his shirt, gripping the fabric. “Just say it, Hyunjin.” His fingers sunk into your hair before he exhaled, the weight of his breath brushing against your forehead.
“I can’t,” he admitted.
Your chest constricted, the world around you growing small, only his piercing gaze and the cold air making you shiver.
He unclasped your hold, turning to your clothes rack and grabbed your robe, covering you up.
Why does he do this? Why is he doing this?
"Why didn't you tell me what you felt?" He asked cupping your face, thumb grazing your cheek. His eyes searched for yours, brows furrowing slightly as if he was trying to piece a puzzle he should have solved long ago.
Your arms wrapped around yourself, fingers gripping the fabric of your robe. "Because it never mattered." you mumbled.
Hyunjin's jaw ticked. "That's not an answer."
"Every time I thought about saying something, about asking if we were more than just roommates, I'd hear you come home late after a date," you admitted, your voice shaking. "And then not long after, I'd hear...them..."
Hyunjin's lips pressed into a thin line. You didn't need to elaborate more. He knew exactly what you meant.
The walls of this apartment weren't thick enough to drown out the sounds of the women he brought over. The laughter, the muffled words, the occasional soft moans that cut through the night like a blade straight to your heart.
So you never said anything. Because it was obvious to you. Hyunjin would never have feelings for you.
While he was out dating, bringing girls home, moving on with his life, you had been stuck. Stuck wanting something you knew you could never have.
Hyunjin inhaled deeply, his fingers twitching against your cheek before he finally asked, "Does it still bother you?"
You hesitated. He waited.
You could simply lie. Say that it was because of the chocolate, that last night was a mistake and go back to how things were before. But your heart, your dumb heart screamed at you to be honest.
So you nodded gently, biting your lip.
He sucked in a sharp, low breath, his hand dropping from your face as he took a step back, rubbing his thumb over his bottom lip, processing your words.
"I see," he murmured.
The air between you felt thick. Too thick and heavy.
“I was trying to forget you.”
His words hit you like a slap. You blinked. “What?”
Hyunjin let out a humorless laugh, running a hand through his hair. “You think I wanted them?” He glanced at you, eyes dark. “I brought them home because I needed a distraction. Because every time I looked at you, I knew I couldn’t have you.”
Your stomach dropped. “What are you talking about?” you whispered.
His jaw tightened. “I caught feelings first,” he admitted.
“A long time ago. But I thought you only saw me as a roommate, as a friend. And if I told you, if I ruined everything, then what? If you didn’t feel the same, what would happen?”
He exhaled sharply. “So I tried to forget. I went on dates, I let them stay the night. But it never worked.”
Your breath was shaky now.
"Hyun," you started but he let out a quiet scoff, shaking his head. Before you could blink, his mouth crashed on yours, hungry and desperate, as if he was scared you're going to vanish away if he lets go.
You melted into his mouth, letting out what was like a quiet sigh of relief, until you pulled away, the gentle "ch" sound escaping your departing lips, trembling against his hold.
"Can I be yours?" He asked, the question slipping past him as if he had been holding it in forever. Your eyes widened, his words echoing in your heart before it reached your head.
"You..." your words clogged in your throat.
He smiled the softest smile you've ever seen radiate off him. "Yeah," he nodded. "Can I be your boyfriend?"
Of all the things you expected to happen after last night, this was never one of them.
Could he?
Could he be yours?
His gaze softened when you stayed silent, thinking of your answer. "I'm not asking because of what we did yesterday or because I want you to forget what I did before." He murmured, his voice filled with honesty.
"I'm asking because I want you," he continued, his fingers grazing your jaw, grounding you in the weight of his words.
"Not just for a night. Not just because of that chocolate. I want you because...it's always been you."
Your eyes welled, the sincerity in his voice made your heart ache.
The answer had always been there, buried beneath the stolen glances, the lingering touches, the unspoken jealousy. Beneath every time your heart clenched when you saw him with someone else.
And now you were standing here, with Hyunjin telling you he had been feeling just as much as you had.
You swallowed hard, then nodded smiling. “I want you too.”
Relief flooded his face, followed by something brighter and softer. He let out a breathy laugh, as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
“Yeah? You do?” he repeated, almost teasing.
You huffed, the corners of your lips curling. “Don’t make me say it again.”
Hyunjin didn’t need to hear it twice.
His hands cupped your face, his eyes glimmering with something new that made your chest bloom with warmth.
Then, his lips found yours again.
This time, the kiss wasn’t desperate. It wasn’t rushed or fleeting. It was slow, sweet, as if he was memorizing you, promising something without words.
You sighed into him, fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer and closer, until there was no space left between you.
Hyunjin’s thumb brushed over your lips. “I guess we’ve got a lot of lost time to make up for.”
You smiled, tilting your chin up. “I guess we do.”
The nursery was looming with the lingering scent of baby lotion and the cute giggles of your 6 month old baby, as you got her dressed for her check up. She was looking up at you with a huge gummy smile, her little hands wiggling in the air.
"Are you excited to see the doctor?" You cooed and the baby scrunched her little nose, "Oh, you are? Aren't you a brave girl?"
As you fastened the tiny buttons on her dress, the soft sound of footsteps approached the nursery.
Chan peeked in, hair slightly tousled from the morning rush, eyes immediately finding his little girl. His lips curled into a fond smile as he bent beside you, pressing a kiss to your temple and her chubby cheek.
“Good morning, princess,” he murmured, running his fingers through her wispy baby hair. “Are you ready?”
Your baby let out a happy squeal, her hands patting Chan’s face with newfound excitement. Chan smiled as he scooped the baby in his arms and walked to the car as you grabbed your bag and the essentials you might need.
At the doctor’s office, your baby sat on Chan’s lap, clapping her hands at the colorful art and posters decorating the walls. Chan was tapping his leg on the floor making her gently bounce up and down, giggling.
When the doctor finally entered, he gave you both a warm smile. “She’s growing beautifully. Everything looks perfect,” he said, flipping through the chart.
Chan sighed in relief—until the doctor added, “Alright, we’ll go ahead with her vaccination today.”
Chan stiffened instantly, arms tightening around your daughter. “H-hold on,” he stammered, his voice nearly cracking. “Does she have to?”
You gave him a deadpan look, but the doctor gave a gentle smile. "Of course but it's just a shot. She’ll be fine, don't worry.”
But Chan wasn’t convinced. As the nurse prepped the syringe, he looked like he was physically restraining himself from grabbing his baby and bolting out of the office.
“She’s so tiny,” he whispered, eyes darting between you and the nurse. “Can’t we—I don’t know—wait until she’s, like, ten?”
Before you could answer, the nurse instructed Chan to hold your daughter still. With heartbreaking trust, she looked up at her father, smiling with pure innocence, completely unaware of what was coming.
Then the shot happened.
The moment the needle pricked her chubby thigh, your baby’s face crumpled, her joyful babbling instantly turning into a loud wail.
Chan’s entire body tensed and his heart visibly shattered. “Oh my God, baby, I’m so sorry,” he blurted, his voice cracking as if he was the one in pain.
"All done," the nurse announced, placing a cute bandaid on her leg.
He kissed her forehead and cheeks frantically, his eyes welling up. “I’m so sorry, princess. Daddy didn't want this either.”
You pinched the bridge of your nose inhaling deeply. “Chan, breathe.”
But it was useless—he was already lost to his sorrow, whispering apologies into her tiny curls while she sniffled against his chest. The doctor reassured him that she’d be fine in a few minutes, but Chan was having none of it.
While you let your husband walk around the office trying to soothe the baby, you took her report card from the doctor, bidding a warm goodbye to him and the nurse, walking towards Chan who was now outside the room.
Once you were back in the car, your baby had already calmed down, sucking on her fingers while making soft cooing noises as Chan placed her on the car seat.
Chan, on the other hand, was still distraught, climbing into the driver's side and rested his head against the steering wheel. “That was the worst experience of my life.”
You reached over, rubbing his back soothingly. “Honey, she’s literally fine.”
He lifted his head to glare at you, eyes red-rimmed and tears brimming his long lashes. “She cried. Did you not hear that? I’m traumatized.”
Suppressing a laugh, you leaned over, pressing your lips on his softly. “You’re such a good dad,” you murmured against him. “She’s very lucky to have you hubby.”
Chan sighed heavily but melted into your touch, glancing back at the rearview mirror where your daughter was already dozing off.
“Yeah,” he muttered, still pouting. “But she’s never getting another shot again.”
Synopsis: You tend to remember the smallest things and dates which are of you and Chan, so you decided to surprise him with a homemade dinner on the date of when you both met for the first time. Except for, you didn't expect Chan to forget it, let alone react the way he did.
Warnings: Couple arguments. Use of strong language, a bit of angst & tears, Smut🔞, unprotected (make-up) sex, intimate, oral (f.receiving), pet names, brief mention of a tummy bulge (so size kink if you squint I guess?). Use of Y/N (but only twice).
Minors do not interact!!!
Note: I think I'm going through a phase rn, somehow I am ADDICTED to writing angst and tears— LMFAOOO @mrs-hwangh what have you done to me???
If this isn't your thing, you're more than welcome to skip it. Reblogs, likes, comments and feedbacks are always appreciated.
Your soft hums of your favourite song echoed quietly in the living room, smiling to yourself as you fiddled with a silver bow, wrapping a small box that contained a gift you bought for your boyfriend a few days ago.
Today was the day when you both met for the first time four years ago, in the same college, at the same coffee shop where he accidentally bumped into you and spilled his drink all over your notes and you never would have imagined that moment would lead to this.
To love. To Chan.
Your heart swelled at the memory, a fond chuckle escaping your lips. You had planned a simple evening, nothing too extravagant, just the two of you, sharing memories over a homemade dinner and the gift you picked out so lovingly. You knew how busy he was, but today mattered to you. It was the day everything began.
Once you had everything set, you waited for Chan to return home from work, your leg tapping on the floor and fingers playing with the hem of your dress.
Minutes passed to hours and you hadn't received any calls or texts from him, but you waited patiently. Maybe he was caught up at work. Maybe he forgot to check his phone. Still, you gave him the benefit of the doubt.
The sound of the door unlocking cut through your thoughts, and you quickly stood up, smoothing down your dress. Relief and excitement flickered in your chest as Chan walked in, rubbing the back of his neck, looking utterly exhausted.
His bag slumped onto the floor as he kicked off his shoes, barely glancing up at you. Your heart sank ever so slightly but you tried not to let that disappointment settle in.
“Hey,” you greeted softly, stepping forward. “Long day?”
He nodded, letting out a tired sigh. “Yeah. I’m drained.”
You swallowed, suddenly nervous. “I… I made dinner. And I got you something,” you said, gesturing to the neatly wrapped gift on the coffee table.
Chan barely spared it a glance, his brows furrowing slightly. “What’s the occasion?”
Your heart dropped, but you put on a soft smile. You couldn't get mad at him if he forgot it, even though you wished he didn't. That he didn't forget the date or not acknowledge the effort, the way you had been looking forward to this all day.
"You don’t remember?” Your voice came out quieter, trying to mask in a playful tone.
He sighed again, rubbing his forehead, looking as if he'd been asked questions in an interview. "Um no, why don't you tell me?"
The way his voice sounded made you feel like you got slashed with a blade, but you shoved that dramatic thought aside and walked closer to him, biting your lower lip in order to swallow the hard lump that had formed in your throat.
“It’s the day we met.” Your voice wavered slightly, the weight of unspoken emotions pressing down on you but you continued smiling softly. “Four years ago today.”
Chan exhaled, running a hand through his hair, frustration creeping into his features. “Babe, I’ve been swamped with work. I barely know what time it is.”
You blinked, his words stinging more than you expected. “I get that you’re busy, Chan. I really do. But this was important to me.”
He groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Come on, don’t do this. It’s just a date. It’s not like an anniversary or anything.”
You took a small step back as if he had physically pushed you. You blinked up at him, trying not to let his words form the tears to gush up your eyes.
Your arms wrapped around yourself, hoping that would keep you steady. "I just thought this would mean something to you too."
His brows furrowed deeper, irritation creeping into his voice. "Of course it means something to me. But I don’t have the luxury of remembering every single date when I’m drowning in deadlines."
Your heart clenched, his words cutting deeper than you expected. "So, what, I'm just supposed to understand that I come second to everything else in your life? That it’s okay for you to forget something that mattered so much to me?"
Chan scoffed, shaking his head. "That’s not what I’m saying, and you know it. You’re making a big deal out of nothing. It’s just a date."
"Just a date?" Your voice cracked, a slight tone of anger and heartbreak mixing in your chest. "It’s the day we met, Chan. The day everything started. I planned this for us. I waited for you, and you didn’t even think to text me back? Or check your phone?"
"I was working! I don’t have time to be glued to my phone every second!" His voice was sharper now, making you flinch hard, his frustration spilling over. "I come home exhausted, hoping to relax, and now I have to deal with this?!"
The venom in his voice made you shiver and you hugged yourself tighter. "Chan, please don't shout..."
"No, I mean you always do this. I get it, that you remember small things, but I just want an evening of peace after a long day at work."
Chan had rarely raised his voice, your throat tightened at his words, a dull ache forming in your chest. You took a shaky breath, forcing yourself to stay calm even though his tone made you feel like you were drowning.
“I’m not asking you to drop everything for me, Chan,” you said softly, voice trembling. “I just thought—” You swallowed hard, fingers gripping the fabric of your dress. “I thought maybe today would matter to you too.”
His jaw clenched, and he ran a frustrated hand through his curls, exhaling sharply. “Sure you did,” he muttered under his breath, shaking his head. “You always do this, Y/N. You put so much weight on things that I—”
He stopped himself, hesitating, but you already knew where he was going with this.
“That you what?” You challenged, your voice barely above a whisper. “That you don’t care?”
Chan looked at you then, eyes dark with exhaustion and irritation. “That I don’t have the mental space to deal with every single date, every little detail, every expectation you set for me without telling me.”
His words cut deeper and deeper, the sting of them making your eyes well up. You blinked rapidly, refusing to let the tears fall.
“I never asked you to be perfect, Chan,” you whispered, voice thick with emotion. “I never expected you to remember every little thing. But this?”
You gestured weakly toward the dinner table, the untouched meal, the small, neatly wrapped gift that now felt like a stupid afterthought.
“It's the day we met for the first time, so it just meant as much to me as our anniversary.”
Chan’s lips parted slightly, his brows furrowing, but he said nothing. That silence, that hesitation, hurt more than his words.
Your fingers wrinkled your dress, feeling a chill despite the warmth of the apartment. “You know, I wasn’t even mad that you forgot. I just wanted to spend time with you.”
Chan let out a humorless chuckle, shaking his head. “You think that I don’t want to spend time with you? Do you know how exhausting it is to juggle everything, to be everywhere at once? And now, I come home and instead of just relaxing with you, I’m being guilt-tripped over a date I forgot?”
The sharp sting of his words left you breathless.
Guilt-tripping? That was what he thought this was? Your efforts, your love, your excitement, had all of it been reduced to you being an inconvenience to him?
Your lips parted, your throat constricting as a wave of emotions surged through you. “I’m not trying to make you feel bad, Chan,” you said, your voice wavering. “I just wanted you to remember. I wanted you to want this too.”
His expression flickered, something unreadable flashing across his face, but it was gone in an instant, replaced by a heavy sigh. “I’m tired, okay? I’m so damn tired. I don’t have time to remember every little thing—”
“Every little thing?” you cut him off, your voice suddenly louder, cracking under the weight of your emotions.
He pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling sharply. “I didn’t say it wasn’t important, I just—damn it, I forgot, okay? I’m human! I make mistakes!”
Your chest heaved as you stared at him, eyes stinging, heart breaking. “Forgetting is one thing,” you said, voice thick with unshed tears. “But the way you’re acting right now? Like I’m just another problem you have to deal with?”
You let out a shaky breath, your hands clenched at your sides. “That hurts more than you forgetting.”
Chan’s eyes widened slightly, the anger in his expression flickering for a brief moment. But the damage was done. The silence between you was heavy, suffocating, the walls closing in around you.
You shook your head, backing away from him. “I don’t want to do this right now.”
“Y/N…” he started, but you turned away from him.
“No. I get it. You’re tired. You need space. And I’m obviously asking for too much,” you said, your voice hollow. “So I’ll make it easy for you.”
With that, you turned on your heel, took your keys that were sitting on the coffee table and walked toward the door, grabbing your coat. Chan’s eyes darkened, his hand wrapped around your wrist. “Where are you going?”
You untangled yourself off his grip and slipped in your coat, brushing away the tear that slipped down your cheek with the back of your hand.
“Somewhere that doesn’t make me feel like I’m begging for your attention.”
His face fell, and for the first time that evening, you saw a flicker of realization in his eyes—as if he finally understood just how much he had hurt you.
“No, wait, please,” he said, reaching for you, but you pulled away before he could touch you.
You turned away and closed the door behind you, walking away as fast as you could to your car, driving back to your apartment.
Behind the door Chan grabbed fistfuls of his hair, grunting and growling under his breath as he fell on the plush couch.
His eyes caught the small, neatly wrapped gift that was sitting on the coffee table, he hesitated for a second but then opened it, his heart sank like a stone thrown in the ocean when he saw what was nestling inside.
His favourite bracelet he lost when we went on a business trip a few months ago. It was the exact same design and brand.
His fingers trembled as he picked up the bracelet, the silver catching the dim glow of the living room light. His throat tightened painfully as he turned it over in his hands, his vision blurring slightly.
And you… you had remembered. You had gone out of your way to find it, to replace something that meant so much to him, because that’s just the kind of person you were.
Chan exhaled sharply, pressing the heels of his palms into his eyes.
“Fuck,” he whispered, the weight of his words from earlier slamming into him like a truck.
What had he done?
***
The next morning you woke up, exhausted, your vision blurry, nose stuffed and what felt like a dull headache creeping up your forehead. You groaned softly and walked into the bathroom, to find your state in a mess.
Disheveled hair, puffy cheeks with stained mascara, swollen eyes and lips. You had barely stepped inside your apartment before the dam broke, tears spilling freely as you sunk in your bed.
You didn't know at what time you reached home or when you had fallen asleep.
You hated arguing with Chan.
Sure you had a few disagreements once in a while but they were different. But this kind of argument; where it wasn’t just a misunderstanding, but something way deeper, made you question if you were the only one holding onto the pieces of your relationship while he let them slip through his fingers so easily.
You fixed yourself into the shower, letting the water wash away the fresh set of tears that began to run down your face. After a while you stepped out and changed into a comfortable pair of sweats and grabbed your phone, only to see a dozen calls and texts from Chan.
Your thumb hovered over the screen, heart pounding as you scrolled through the missed calls. Channie <3 (12).
The unread messages blurred together, but you caught glimpses of them as your breath hitched.
Channie <3 [1:12 AM]: Please, baby, pick up.
Channie <3 [1:13 AM]: I know you’re mad. I know I fucked up. But please, don’t shut me out.
Channie <3 [2:03 AM]: Are you home? Are you safe? Just… let me know you’re okay. That’s all I need right now.
Your fingers trembled as you scrolled further, his messages growing more frantic, more desperate.
Channie <3 [2:45 AM]: I can’t sleep knowing I hurt you like this.
Channie <3 [3:20 AM]: I love you. I love you so much. I don’t deserve you, but please tell me you’re okay.
Your chin wobbled as you closed your eyes and kept your phone face down on the nightstand, not knowing what to respond to him. You weren’t sure if you were ready to face him yet, if you could talk to him and not break all over again.
You walked out of your bedroom, to the kitchen to make yourself some coffee when the front door bell rang. You glanced at the clock hanging on your wall, wondering if you were expecting anyone in the morning, you sighed heavily and walked to the door, only to be greeted by someone that made you feel like you got pulled into the floor.
Outside stood Chan, his face masked with exhaustion and faint hints of dark circles under his eyes and messy hair as if he had been running his hand through it the entire night. He was holding a bag, what looked like it was from your favourite bakery and bouquet of flowers, his gaze locking in with yours, pleading you for a chance and forgiveness.
You attempted to close the door but Chan held it, interrupting you from shutting him out. “Sweetheart…” He started but before he could say anything, you left the door hanging and walked into the living room.
Chan hesitated at the doorway, gripping the bag and flowers tightly as he watched you walk away. He took a shaky breath and stepped inside, closing the door softly behind him.
The quiet of your apartment felt heavier than usual, like an invisible barrier had formed between the two of you. He placed the bag on the kitchen counter, setting the flowers beside it, before slowly following your retreating figure.
You kept your back to him, your arms crossed over your chest as you stood near the window, staring outside as if willing yourself to be anywhere but here.
“Baby…” Chan tried again, his voice softer this time. Apologetic.
You tensed but didn’t turn around.
He took a careful step forward. “Please, just—”
“Don’t,” you said, your voice a whisper, but it carried enough weight to stop him in his tracks.
Chan swallowed hard. He wanted to reach for you, to hold you, to tell you he was sorry in a way that would make up for last night. But the weight of the argument hung so heavily between you both, without sparing a glance at him, you went inside your bedroom.
The soft click of the door shutting behind you echoed louder than it should have, and Chan exhaled shakily, running a hand through his already disheveled hair.
He had messed up. Badly.
His gaze flickered to the neatly wrapped pastries and the bouquet he had brought. He had stopped by your favorite bakery the moment they opened, hoping—praying—that it would mean something, that it would show you he was trying to make up for the way he reacted.
But he knew better. A box of pastries and a bouquet of flowers couldn’t, wouldn't erase the way he had hurt you.
With a tired sigh, he sank onto the couch, resting his elbows on his knees as he stared at the floor. He didn’t know how much time had passed, only that the silence in the apartment was suffocating.
He glanced toward your closed bedroom door, debating if he should give you more time or if he should go to you now.
But his heart won over his hesitation.
Slowly, he pushed himself up and walked toward your door, his footsteps hesitant but determined. He paused just outside, lifting a hand to knock, but stopped himself at the last second.
Instead, he carefully turned the doorknob and stepped inside.
You were sitting on the bed, your back facing him, silent sobs filling the room. As much as you wanted to hate him for the way he behaved, you simply couldn’t. His presence alone was enough to pull you over, but the heaviness of your emotions made it hard to think.
Chan’s heart ached at the sight and the sound of your sobs. You heard his footsteps, with a choked voice you said, “Chan, go away.”
He couldn’t go away like that. Not until he tells you how sorry he is and how much he regrets last night.
“Honey…”
Your shoulders shook harder with each breath, Chan made his way towards you and sat next to you, hesitating for a fraction of a second before his arms wrapped around you and pulled you flush to his chest. You couldn’t react, just stayed frozen in his embrace.
“Baby, my love, I’m so sorry…” He exhaled deeply. “I hate myself for the way I was last night. I hate that I made you feel like you weren’t important to me because, God, baby, you are everything to me.”
“I messed up,” he admitted, his voice thick with regret. “I was stressed, and I let it make me forget what really matters. I forgot us. And that’s not okay.”
You swallowed thickly, your body still stiff in his hold, unsure if you should let yourself sink into his warmth or resist the comfort you so desperately craved. His arms tightened around you, his heartbeat pounding in a frantic rhythm under your ear.
“I should have come home and held you,” Chan murmured, his breath warm against your temple. “I should have kissed you and told you how much I love you instead of making you feel like you were asking for too much.”
Your lips parted in a shaky exhale, the weight of his words pressing against your fragile heart.
“You never ask for too much,” he whispered, his voice raw, filled with self-reproach. “You only ever ask for me,” his throat flexed, “and I failed you.”
A fresh wave of tears spilled from your eyes, but this time, you weren’t alone in your grief. Chan pressed a lingering kiss to your temple, as if he was trying to kiss away the pain he had caused.
He gently turned you in his embrace, urging you to face him, his hands cupping your cheeks as he tilted your face up to his. Your vision was blurry, so you closed your eyes, unsure if you could look at him.
His thumbs brushed away the tears clinging to your skin, his touch featherlight, reverent. “Please look at me, sweetheart.”
And then you did. And what you saw made your breath hitch.
Pure, unfiltered love—wrapped in sorrow, wrapped in desperation. His dark eyes were puffy from lack of sleep, rimmed with exhaustion and regret. His lips were slightly chapped, parted as if he had a thousand apologies to spill but didn’t know where to start. He looked just as broken as you felt.
His mouth brushed on your forehead, lips trembling as he whispered, “There is nothing in this world that matters more to me than you, baby.”
Your chin trembled. “Then why did I feel like I was alone in this?”
Chan inhaled sharply, his expression crumbling. “You’re not,” he said instantly, his voice urgent. “I swear, you’re not. I just—” He exhaled heavily, his fingers trembling as they traced over the curve of your jaw.
“I shouldn’t have taken out my stress from work on you, when you only wanted to spend time with me on a day that I should have remembered too. I’m really sorry baby. I can’t lose you over this.”
Your gaze dropped to his lips, then back to his eyes, searching, wavering. His words poured out so thick with emotion, unfiltered and raw, it made your chest tighten so hard, it hurt.
“Tell me now,” his fingers brushed away the faint tear stains from your face, “Do you want me to go?”
Your breath and words were stuck in your throat. Part of you wanted to let your pain fester a little longer so he could understand just how much last night had hurt. But the way he was looking at you, so full of remorse, it broke through the wall you had tried to keep up.
Chan was here. And he was trying.
The sincerity of his voice and his presence thawed the ice that built around your heart overnight, you couldn't stay angry at him for another moment longer. Because you knew the love you had for him could overshadow any kind of pain.
Your fingers reached up, hesitant, before threading through his soft curls. He sucked in a breath at the touch, his eyes fluttering shut, his grip on you tightening.
Time was frozen, breaths were stolen and before you could stop yourself, your arms wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him flush against you. “Don't hurt me again…” You chokingly whispered.
“Never sweetheart. I won't ever do that again.” He let out a shaky breath against your neck, his hands running up your back, molding your body to his like he was terrified you’d disappear if he let go.
“Let me make it up to you,” he whispered, his voice so low and vulnerable that it sent a shiver down your spine.
His lips brushed over your cheek first, barely there, as if he was asking for permission. Then he kissed the corner of your mouth, lingering and waiting. “Please.”
And when you didn’t pull away, he finally pressed his lips to yours.
Soft and hesitant.
Not demanding, not rushed, just a quiet plea wrapped in tenderness.
His lips molded against yours like a silent confession, staying there as if he wanted to memorize the way you felt against him.
His hands moved up your sides, thumbs tracing absent patterns over your skin. He wasn’t taking, he was giving, pouring all of his love into every press of his himself, every stroke of his fingertips.
Your body melted into his instinctively, your hands tightening in his hair as you deepened the kiss, letting yourself drown in the warmth of him.
He made a quiet sound against you, almost like a sigh of relief, as if he had been waiting for this, for you to accept him, to let him back in as he laid you on your back and toyed with the waistband of your pants.
He had barely touched you and you were already on liquid fire. Blood coursed through your veins when he pulled them down, the chilly air making you shiver at the contact of your heated skin.
“Chan…” Your voice came out in a breathy whisper, half moan and half command, when his lips danced over the soft skin of your thighs.
“Hmm?” when he pressed there, you couldn't help but sigh completely. “What is it honey?” He coaxed, the huskiness of his voice that made it hard to think. Did you want him to stop? Or did you want him to go on?
“I…,” He smirked against you as he made his way up, a path that he knew like the back of his hand. He spread your legs apart, the glistening sight before him reawoke a rush of possessiveness in him.
“I hate fighting with you.” Chan whispered against your flesh, voice raw and aching.
Your fingers found his hair, tugging him closer as if that alone could answer him. His breath fanned over your core, and his thumbs rubbed soothing circles into your thighs.
“You’re my world,” he admitted, looking up at you, eyes dark but filled with something deeper than lust. “And I want to give you everything. I'm sorry for ruining last night baby.”
The words sent a warmth spiraling through you, melting away the remnants of your argument.
He brushed a kitten kiss right on your swollen clit, and your body responded instantly, arching toward his touch. He took his time, tracing delicate patterns with his tongue, exploring you with a reverence that left you breathless.
His hands kept you steady, but the way he worshipped you made you feel as if you were floating. You couldn't help but squirm, soft moans spilled from your lips, and when you murmured his name.
This wasn’t about just sex. It was about him making up for every harsh word he said, erasing any distance that had carved its way between you both over the past 12 hours.
His mouth moved over you like he had all the time in the world, savoring every reaction, every soft gasp that spilled from your throat. His hands, rough and calloused, held you with the gentleness of a man afraid to break something precious.
“Cha—nhg,” You whimpers didn't slow him down. It only made him go faster and faster, tongue flicking and licking with an agonizing pressure.
He groaned against you, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure coursing through your veins. You attempted to pull his head away from your pulsing core but he wouldn't budge.
“I'm not done.” He looked up from your pussy, chin and lips swollen and glistening with your arousal.
He dove back in with a renewed, hungry pace, his nose nudging against your clit, the warmth shooting up to every inch of your body. He couldn't get enough of how you tasted, how you moaned and screamed only for him. If he could, he would stay right were he was forever.
The band in your lower belly knotted tighter and tighter, had you writhing and bucking your hips, it was on the edge of snapping
And then you surrendered to him. Your orgasm left you gasping, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes and only his name escaping your lips, Chan held you firmly as he helped you ride it out.
He didn't let you go for a second as he sucked and licked your pussy splurting with arousal like he was on the verge of starvation, until he left you boneless but content beneath him.
Slowly, he made his way up your body, removing your top and his mouth hovering your hips, across the plane of your stomach, up the valley between your breasts. Each of it was an apology, a whispered promise against your skin.
“Baby,”—smooch—“fuck you're so sweet when you,”—smooch—“come on my face.” He said between kisses and gentle nipping on your sensitive, peaking buds that rebuilt the anticipation.
Soon enough every piece of clothing was discarded until it was only the fiery sparkles of your sweat misted bodies flying between you both. He shifted, positioning himself between your legs.
The tip of his cock nudged your nub softly before entered you slowly, filling you inch by inch, watching your face for every reaction. You gasped, your hands clutching at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. Chan let out a shuddering breath, his forehead pressed to yours.
Your arms wrapped around his neck, holding him close as he started to move. His pace was slow, deliberate, each thrust sending a fresh wave of pleasure crashing over you, but it was more than that.
It was a silent conversation, an absolution, a way of reminding each other that no fight, no disagreement, could ever take this away from you.
You pulled him in deeper and deeper, his cock twitched hard inside of you, the rhythmic slapping of skin against skin, sweat and groans soaked the air.
His eyes fell down to where you both joined, what he saw drove him out of his mind. A soft but visible movement in your tummy.
“Shi— fuck.”
Your eyes fluttered open when he held your hand and brought it over your tummy where you felt the bulge that was moving in and out of you.
“Feel that?” He pounded into you that made you arch your back, digging your nails into his skin. “D’you feel that baby?”
You nodded, out of breath, mouth falling open until the cries of pleasure consumed you whole, the feel of the bulge just spurring you on more.
His hands roamed your body, mapping familiar paths, his lips never straying far from yours. He whispered sweet nothings against your skin, words of love and devotion, apologies and reassurances.
“I love you,” he murmured, his voice hoarse but steady.
You smiled softly for the first time after the long hours, tilting your head to kiss him once more. “I love you too.”
And just like that, the fight was forgotten. Not because it didn’t matter, but because what you had together was always stronger.
“You're squeezing me baby,” his orgasm rushed fast and threatened to take over him, climbing up his spine and snapping his restraints.
“Chan I'm… I'm going to come,”
And your release finally crashed over you again, it wasn’t just pleasure—it was catharsis.
A loud cry tore off your throat as you flooded around his cock, shaking and moaning, Chan followed seconds after slamming into you in one last thrust, burying himself deep with a breathless groan, his body caging over yours.
The post sex high lingered but he didn’t move or pull out. He stayed wrapped around you, pressing lazy kisses to your temple, your shoulder, anywhere he could reach. His fingers traced slow patterns on your skin, grounding you both in the quiet aftermath.
“Do you forgive me?” He asked softly, his fingers brushing away a few strands of hair.
You smiled cheekily, fingers running through his damp sweat hair, “No,” you said lowly that made his eyes widen in disbelief.
His reaction made a laugh bubble up your throat, you pulled him down onto your mouth letting your tongue slip past his lips and had him melt all over again.
“Yes, I forgive you Chan.” You said pulling back, chest heaving and content.
He chuckled deeply, hugging you tightly, the lingering amusement from your playful teasing was still evident in the crinkle of his nose.
Then, with a slow, deliberate exhale, he shifted, reluctantly pulling away from your warmth.
You watched him as he retrieved a washcloth from the bathroom, wiped you clean before he reached for his pants, discarded somewhere on the floor, and retrieved something small from the pocket.
When he turned back to you, he held a tiny velvet box in his hands.
Your heart skipped a beat.
Chan hesitated, his thumb brushing over the soft fabric of the box as if gathering the courage to speak. Then, with a slow inhale, he flicked it open.
Inside, nestled against the velvet lining, were two delicate rings, a simple silver band with a tiny, shimmering stone embedded at its center. It wasn’t flashy, nor extravagant, but it was beautiful in a way that felt so intimate and personal.
Your eyes flickered from the ring to his face, your heart hammering against your ribcage. “Chan…?”
He let out a quiet chuckle, but you could tell he was nervous. His free hand found yours, fingers lacing together as he held you close.
“I’ve been carrying this around for weeks, waiting for the right moment. And I—” He sighed laughing, shaking his head. “I guess last night was the moment but…”
Chan took a steadying breath, his fingers tracing the edge of the velvet box. “I know I can be a pain in the ass sometimes,” he admitted, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips. “I push too hard, tease too much. And when we fight, I say things I don’t mean.”
You shook your head, reaching out to cup his cheek. He leaned into your touch, closing his eyes for a brief second before continuing.
“It’s not… a proposal,” he clarified quickly, though his lips curled into that familiar teasing smirk. “Not yet, at least. But it’s a promise.” He squeezed your hand, eyes searching yours with a raw kind of vulnerability.
“A promise that no matter how much we fight, no matter how many times I mess up… I’ll always choose you. I’ll always come back to you. If you’ll have me.”
Your throat felt tight, emotions swelling so intensely in your chest that you could barely breathe. “Oh Channie,”
His smirk faltered, concern flashing across his face. “Is it too much?” he asked hesitantly. “I know we just—”
You shook your head quickly, cutting him off. “No,” a shaky laugh escaped you . “It’s perfect.”
Relief flooded his features, and for the first time, you saw the nervous tension completely drain from his shoulders.
“Then… will you wear it?” he asked softly, lifting the ring from the box.
“Of course, I will.” You nodded, biting your bottom lip and holding out your hand, he slipped the cool metal onto your finger, the fit perfect, like it was meant to be there all along.
You took the other one from the box and slid it onto his finger with the same reverence, looking up at him through damp lashes.
“This is my promise to you,” you echoed, voice soft but sure. “That even when you’re a pain in the ass sometimes, I’ll still choose you. Every time.”
Chan let out a breathless chuckle, his head tilting slightly as he gazed at you like you hung the stars.
“God, I love you,” he whispered, voice thick with emotion.
You didn’t get the chance to respond before his mouth collided with yours again, slow, deep, and filled with a devotion that made your heart flutter in the best way possible.
And as you fell back on the mattress, tangled in each other yet again, the silver bands glinting under the soft glow of the morning light filtering through the window, you knew; there was no one else for you but him.
The mattress was dipped beneath your weights, your legs folded so the heels are tucked close to the hips. Chan's mouth hot against yours, teeth crashing and tongues battling eachother, his fingers touching and teasing your clit.
His hand slipped up your body, groping your breast, the silk top was hanging loosely off your shoulders, his mouth leaving yours and wrapping around the erect peak.
Your head fell back slightly in a breathy sigh, hips flexing, chest rising and falling as his lips brushed against your hot skin, making a trail down your body to where you needed him the most.
He took the tender bud between his teeth, a soft moan escaping your throat as he teased it with his tongue, slipping his fingers through your sloppy hole, back arching and hips bucking to meet his ministrations.
Chan's mouth crashed on yours as his movements sped up, fucking his fingers harder into you, tearing moan after moan, your tits flaring into the air as you kept arching for him.
The tingles build up quickly as Chan watched you drowning in pleasure, every little sound falling past your lips painfully hardening his cock behind his boxers.
"Fast—faster—" you moaned, your eyes meeting his fire burning gaze, his bottom lip tugged between his teeth as he sped up, kissing you every few seconds and then, his hand wrapped around your throat.
His bicep flexed, curling and scissoring his digits in an intense pace that had vision blurring, muscles tensing and you came hard, moaning and flooding around his fingers, falling back flat onto the mattress.
Your breaths were erratic, the throes of your climax still dancing across your vision as rubbed your pussy before his hand came up your body, holding you under his palm.
He kissed you everywhere slowly and gently, your lips, neck and cheek, pushing your hair away from your face and positioned himself between your legs, pressing his clothed cock against your pulsing core as he groped your tit.
Synopsis: You and your hubby Hyunjin go out shopping when he sees a cute toddler running around the mall laughing and giggling. The little human catches your husband's attention, sparking an enormous baby fever, so now he wants a kid with you...
Content Warnings: Pregnancy. Smut 🔞, Unprotected sex, baby making, soft Hyunjin, fluff, pet names (use of mama (only twice)), oral (f.recieving), very brief mention of lactation, reader is called darling.
Note: I know not many enjoy the pregnancy trope but I really really wanted to write this. I just love husband/dad!SKZ. (I definitely am not going through insane baby fever rn). This is so fucking sweet my teeth might fall off.
If this isn't your thing, you're more than welcome to skip it. Reblogs, likes, comments and feedbacks are always appreciated.
“Darling, don't you want to go?” Hyunin cooed, his words vibrating on your skin, his eyes admiring you cutely being adamant to get up.
Your eyes were half lidded, your head against his chest, feeling the soothing heartbeats under your ear. Hyunjin woke you up with kisses and an amazing orgasm, with his face buried in your heat in the morning.
He couldn't believe that it's almost going to be a year since you got married.
Hyunjin and you planned to go shopping for the day, get some donuts and perhaps watch a newly released movie. You loved such cute dates with him even though he loves spoiling you with extravagant trips like a dinner in the Eiffel Tower or a week long vacation in Maldives.
But the simplicity of these outings was what you cherished most.
“I’m getting up,” you mumbled sleepily, though you made no effort to move.
Hyunjin chuckled, the warm melody of his voice that only deepened your reluctance to leave the cocoon of his arms. His fingers brushed over your hair as he leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.
“Take your time,” he said softly, his breath tickling your skin. “I’ll wait forever if I have to.”
You smiled, your eyes still closed, nuzzling to him, cheek pressed against his bare chest and his embrace tightening around your body.
After some coaxing and spending a long time in the shower together, you both managed to get ready.
You got dressed in a cute flowy dress that you knew Hyunjin loved. You stepped out of the bathroom, he was sitting on the edge of bed, his grin widened when he saw you spinning once to show off the outfit.
“Gorgeous as ever,” he murmured, reaching out to take your hand. You slipped your hand in his and went downstairs, giving a quick smooch to your pet golden who was sleeping soundly on his bed and left your mansion, off to the mall.
***
The mall was bustling with life, the sound of laughter, chatter, and soft music blending into a lively hum. Hyunjin held your hand firmly, his thumb brushing against your knuckles as you walked past various stores.
You bought a lot of things from new ornaments for your home, snacks, clothes, Hyunjin immediately bought you with a new Versace handbag you were curiously eyeing while window shopping and grabbed lunch in the restaurant on the top floor.
The day went amazing. Once you were done, Hyunjin called his driver to help with the bags while you both got some donuts like he promised.
As you walked over to the bakery, Hyunjin’s attention was caught by a high-pitched giggle. He turned his head, his eyes landing on a tiny toddler, no older than two, stumbling through the crowd, his chubby legs moving as fast as he could.
“Careful!” a frazzled mother called out, chasing after the little one, but the toddler was too busy enjoying his newfound freedom. He bumped into Hyunjin’s leg, looking up at him with wide, curious eyes.
“Hello there,” Hyunjin said softly, crouching to the toddler's level. His long fingers reached out hesitantly, offering a small wave. The toddler giggled again, reaching for his hand as if he just made a new best friend.
Your heart swelled at the sight. Hyunjin had always been good with kids, but seeing him interact with this tiny human stirred something deeper in you. The mother finally caught up, her chest heaving, but not disturbing the interaction with Hyunjin.
“Sorry about that,” the mother apologized, “He just loves to run around.”
“Please don't worry. He's so cute,” your smile reached your ears, watching how the toddler was laughing and playing peekaboo with Hyunjin.
You and the mother conversed for a minute before she scooped her child into her arms. Hyunjin stood up, watching them with a wistful expression as they walked away. The kid smiled wide and waved goodbye to him.
“You’re staring,” you teased, nudging him playfully.
He didn’t respond immediately, his gaze still lingering as the mother disappeared into the crowd. When he finally turned to you, his eyes were softer than you’d ever seen, his lips curling into a small, almost shy smile.
“Gosh, how freaking cute. I think my heart burst inside me.” He dramatically touched his chest that made you chuckle and shake your head.
“I think you're the cutie here,” you flirted with your husband that made his cheeks bloom in a bright shade of pink.
You grabbed your donuts and walked another round in the mall, before you hopped in the car going back home. Hyunjin didn't speak a word, just stared outside the window holding your hand tightly, your head rested on his shoulder.
Once you reached home, the driver unloaded the bags from the car into the living room, you and Hyunjin went upstairs to your bedroom.
Closing the door, you walked towards your dressing table, removing your earrings, hairpins and fixing your hair loose.
Hyunjin, who was still lost in his own world, walked towards you and slipped his hands on your waist, burying his face in the crook of your neck.
“You were pretty quiet on the way back home. Everything okay?” You asked, turning towards him, your gaze fixed on his eyes.
“Yeah…” He mumbled softly and you tilted your head curiously, your brows knitted together.
“Do you ever think about it?” he asked quietly, his voice barely audible, he felt his heart pound in his chest like a drum. It was unusual for Hyunjin to feel nervous but he was feeling a bit nervous today.
“Think about what?” you asked, wrapping your hands around his neck.
“Having one of our own,” he said, his hand tightening slightly on your waist. “A little one… running around and giggling. Someone who’s a part of both of us.”
His words hung in the air, heavy with emotion. You blinked, taken aback by the intensity in his gaze.
“Hyunne,” you began, your voice faltering.
“I know,” he said quickly, his hand moving to cup your cheek.
“I know we’ve never talked about it seriously. And if you’re not ready, that’s okay. I just… I can’t stop thinking about it and seeing that kid at the mall...His small hands and legs, chubby and so cute. I don't want to pressure you, let's—”
“I…I want that too.” you whispered, interrupting him, reaching to hold his hand against your cheek. “I want to have a baby with you…to start a family with you.”
You’d always known Hyunjin would make an amazing father, but hearing him voice his desire so openly, so vulnerably—it left you speechless.
Hyunjin stared at you without saying a word, his gaze softening and sparkling, almost as if he was about to cry.
He swallowed, his Adam's apple flexing, a dimple making an appearance as he leaned closer, his forehead resting against yours. “You'd be an amazing mom.” He said, his voice full with emotion.
Your heart skipped a beat at his words, the weight of them settling in your chest. "And you’d be the best dad," you replied, a small laugh escaping you as you imagined him doting on a child the same way he doted on you.
"You think you're ready for this darling?" Hyunjin’s question lingered in the air, his voice low and husky, filled with a mix of tenderness and curiosity.
You nodded slowly. "I do," you whispered, your voice steady despite the storm of emotions swirling within you.
It was a huge step but it was with Hyunjin and you couldn't have asked for more.
His thumb touched your chin, gently pulling you in for a long, searing kiss. His mouth moved over yours, tongue slipping in, you let him take the lead like you always did, your fingers running through the silk stands of his hair.
His fingers toyed with the strap of your dress, you walked backwards, pulling him and unbuttoning his shirt till you reached the end of the bed and fell softly on the mattress.
It didn't take long for him to remove the dress off of you, you pushed the shirt off his shoulder and played with his belt to unbuckle it, and soon enough it was skin to skin contact.
Hyunjin’s lips met your jaw, leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses, his fingertips stroking your nipple that hardened instantly under his touch. His trail reached your neck when he nipped your sensitive skin, leaving marks on your neck to remind you that you were his.
You moaned softly, moving your head slightly to give him better access, his hand continued to explore every dip of your body. His other hand intertwined with yours, the heat building slowly, the desire to have him inside you fueling with every passing second.
When his fingertips brushed over your clit, you couldn't help the moan that escaped your lips. The slow exploration continued till he touched your slick folds, you felt him smirking against your skin knowing how wet you were.
“Hyun…” you pleaded, your fingers tangling his hair, growing impatient but wanting him to keep going.
Hyunjin was dragging it for as long as he could, his touch being so gentle, caressing your body like you were a goddess, his fingers circled your clit with a tantalizing rhythm, his movements precise and slow. Your body reacted instinctively, hips arching to meet his touch, a soft moan escaping your lips.
“Patience baby okay…?” He murmured, his voice low but soothing. “I want you to feel everything tonight.” His breath was warm against your ear, and the rasp in his tone made your stomach clench with anticipation.
You nodded, your body already surrendering to his every touch. “You’re so beautiful,” he said, his voice laced with awe.
His lips wrapped around your nipple, tongue flicking over the hardened peak as his fingers worked their magic below, dipping inside your folds. The combination had your head spinning, the pleasure building steadily, consuming you.
“Hyunjin please,” you begged, your voice breathy and desperate.
“Not yet,” he whispered, releasing the slick nub with a pop, his lips moving lower, leaving a trail of kisses down your stomach.
His mouth replaced his fingers, tongue slipping between your folds, tasting you with deliberate slowness.
You gasped, your hands snaking his hair as his tongue worked its way around your clit, the sensation sending sparks through your body. He alternated between gentle flicks and firm pressure, his pace maddeningly perfect.
You squirmed and he scooped his arms under your thighs to hold you in place. Wetness coated his face, the scent of your arousal making him dizzy and groan into your sensitive flesh, his hands kneading your pretty mounds.
When his mouth left your dripping core, you mourned at the loss of it, but the anticipation built in a flash when he positioned himself between your legs.
You watched him stroke himself a few times with the essence of your arousal still coating his fingers.
His gaze locked with yours as he slid inside you slowly, both of you moaning at the feeling. His cock stretching your walls was delicious, you eagerly welcomed his length inch by inch, his movements deliberate and controlled as he filled you completely.
Hyunjin leaned down, his lips brushing against yours as he began to move, his rhythm slow and sensual. Every thrust was measured, his hips rolling against yours as if he wanted to memorize every inch of you.
His hand intertwined with yours, pinning them above your head and the other cupped your breast, kneading it and flicking the peak.
“You feel so good darling,” he murmured, his voice rough and low. “So beyond perfect.”
Moan after moan poured out of your lips, your bodies moving in perfect rhythm, every touch, every kiss, every whispered word sinking deep into your hearts.
He made love to you so wondrously that your body went lithe beneath him, the pleasure built high, Hyunjin’s pace quickened slightly, his movements still controlled but more urgent.
He placed his palm over your lower tummy, gently pressing and circling it to stimulate you more.
“Let go with me,” he whispered, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.
He was drenched in sweat, the intense throbbing of his cock making him feel like he might explode any second.
It only took his words to undo you as you surrendered to the pleasure, body seizing up, the wave of your orgasm crashing over you. The sensation consumed you both as he followed close behind, hot cum filling you, his groan of pleasure muffled against your neck.
Hyunjin held you close as you both came down in a toe curling climax, your bodies tangled together, hearts racing in unison.
He gently lowered himself down, careful not to crush you with his weight, his softening cock and warm cum still buried inside you.
“You’re my everything,” he whispered, his lips meeting yours.
You looked at him, chest still heaving, and smiled softly when he pulled back. “I love you,” you said, your voice full of certainty.
“I love you more,” he replied, his forehead resting against yours.
~
The afternoon sun crept through the windows of your living room windows, you sat on the couch with your ankles crossed on the coffee table, reading a book when suddenly your golden retriever came up in front of you wagging his tail.
“Hey baby,” you stroked his head, he began leaning up to your touch instantly that made you smile.
You continued petting him when he leaned forward and rested his head against your stomach, his eyes closing and tail still wagging.
“Aren't you being clingy today?” You said jokingly, he blinked lazily at you, his breathing like a soft motor vibrating against you. You chuckled, setting your book aside to give him your full attention.
But as you absentmindedly stroked his fur, you noticed something unusual. Your stomach felt… different. Not painful, but there was a faint flutter, a sensation so subtle that it could easily be dismissed.
You frowned slightly, brushing it off as your imagination or maybe just a quirk of digestion.
Your mind did keep wandering over the fact that you couldn't sleep well for the past week and you kept feeling more tired than usual, without even doing anything.
Now, as you sat there with your dog contentedly laying against your stomach, you couldn’t help but wonder something.
Right as you were about to get back to your book to stop overthinking, you heard the familiar sound of an engine pulling up at the entrance. The door opened followed by Hyunjin, stepping in, his hair slightly tousled.
“Hey, darling,” he greeted, his eyes instantly finding yours. A smile spread across his face when he saw the dog sleeping on your lap. “Looks like someone beat me to cuddling you.”
You laughed, gesturing toward the furry intruder. “He’s been glued to me all afternoon. I think he knows I was planning to get up and clean.”
“Guess he’s trying to keep you in one spot. Smart guy.” Hyunjin leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before stroking the dog’s head.
The dog let out a low bark in protest when Hyunjin’s hand brushed yours, as if annoyed at being interrupted. Hyunjin laughed, his dimple making an appearance. “Alright, alright. I’ll share,” he teased, sliding onto the couch beside you.
You rested your head on Hyunjin’s shoulder, locking fingers with him, asking about his day. He went on to talk about things happening at work which you never get tired of listening to and the afternoon went on yet you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was different.
Could it really be? But you dismissed it as wishful thinking.
~
Two lines. On one test.
Pregnant. On another test.
Your heart was in your throat. Hand covering your mouth as you stared at the test in front of you, you couldn't believe it. A tidal wave of happiness and disbelief washed over you, both the tests screaming at you about the happiest news of your life.
You grabbed the test with the two red lines on it, holding it in your fist and walked out of the bathroom, spotting Hyunjin who was sitting on the bed with his laptop open.
“Hyunne,” you called out and walked towards him, kneeling down on the floor and hiding your hands behind you.
“Yes baby?” He asked curiously and you pulled your hand from your back, revealing the test to him.
Hyunjin’s eyes widened, closing his laptop shut and tossing it next to him, a smile resembling shock and joy plastered across his face.
“You’re serious?” he asked, his voice shaking with excitement and disbelief.
You nodded eagerly, tears of joy streaming down your cheeks. “We're pregnant Hyunne! You're going to be a dad!”
As soon as the words left your lips, a wave of pure, uncontainable happiness surged through you. You shot up from your kneeling position, jumping up and down like a child on Christmas morning, laughter spilling from you uncontrollably.
Hyunjin stood quickly, grabbing your hands to stop your excited bouncing. “Darling, wait!” he said with a laugh, his tone laced with affection and concern. He caught you effortlessly, his arm locking around your shoulders, pulling you in a tight embrace, his palm pressing and circling your stomach.
You buried your face in the crook of his neck, your breath warm against his skin. “We’re going to be parents,” he said, his voice trembling.
You felt him shake slightly, and when he pulled back, you saw tears glistening in his eyes. His hands instantly chipped your face as he kissed you passionately, soft and full of promises, you couldn't help the tears that leaked from the corners of your eyes.
Hyunjin knelt down pulling apart and his arms snaking around your waist, his lips pressing on your stomach before looking up at you with a smile so radiant it took your breath away. Your fingers ran through his hair, holding him in place as he bonded with his baby.
It was the most beautiful thing you ever witnessed.
~
Five beautiful months passed and your love for your baby grew stronger each day. Hyunjin was so supportive, from helping you with your awful morning sicknesses to putting your shoes on.
He provided you with an infinite amount of love, snacks, cuddles and of course sex. Your hormones were all over the place, and Hyunjin made sure to meet your every need, no matter how big or small.
He was always attentive, patient, and there to remind you just how much he loved you.
Even when you felt bloated, cranky, or unattractive, he’d look at you as though you were the most beautiful woman in the world. “You’re glowing,” he would say, his hands resting gently on your growing belly as he admired you.
Evenings became your favourite part of the day as Hyunjin and you took a daily walk with your golden. He insisted on carrying a water bottle and a jacket for you, just in case you needed it. His hand never left yours, as you strolled through the neighborhood.
Everyday he would talk to the baby, about his day or anything that came to his mind, rubbing smooth circles on your swollen belly, his voice soft and full of excitement.
“I’ll teach you how to draw like me, and maybe we can even paint murals together someday,” your heart melted every time at how sweet he was.
Just like Hyunjin, your dog was also extra, extra clingy, always walking around the house with you as if he was protecting you or curling up beside you on the couch, his head resting on your tummy as if he could sense the tiny life growing inside you.
Hyunjin would chuckle every time he caught the sight, teasing, “Looks like someone’s trying to win the ‘favorite sibling’ title already.”
You’d laugh, gently scratching behind your dog’s ears. “He’s just protective, like you,” you say, smiling at how your little family was already bonding in its own unique way.
Your doctor’s appointment was this morning, you were laying on your back on the hospital bed as she spread the cool gel on your belly, the sensation making you shiver slightly.
Hyunjin stood by your side, holding your hand tightly, his thumb rubbing gentle circles to calm you. His face was a mix of excitement and nerves, his eyes fixed on the screen as the doctor prepared the ultrasound.
The room was quiet except for the soft hum of the machine, and then it happened, a rhythmic, steady sound filled the air. Your baby’s heartbeat.
The doctor smiled, pointing at the screen. “There’s your little one. Everything looks perfect. Nice strong heartbeat, healthy growth. Congratulations.”
The grainy black-and-white image showed the tiny life growing inside you. “It’s real,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.
Hyunjin let out a shaky laugh, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. “You’re amazing.” His voice was thick with love and emotion.
“You need a lot of care darling, we should go home soon.” He said concerned.
You turned from the screen and looked at him shaking your head. “Nope. I want to go on a honeymoon.” You said trying to sound serious which made Hyunjin chuckle.
“Honeymoon? Baby, that's for newly married couples.” He said brushing away a strand of hair from your face.
“Newly pregnant couples can go as well,” you said. “I want to go on a honeymoon and then go home.”
Hyunjin raised an eyebrow, then shook his head, his lips twitching as he tried to suppress a grin.
Once the ultrasound was over, the doctor printed out the pictures and handed them to you, Hyunjin held them like they were the most precious treasure.
As you left the appointment, Hyunjin was on his phone, booking days at a beautiful resort on the same day for one week; a private villa with a serene spa, and cozy restaurants with candlelit dinners.
Your face bloomed with excitement as the two of you drove home and packed your essentials for your one amazing “honeymoon”.
~
After a whole day of sun bathing, a relaxing spa and an amazing dinner, Hyunjin and you were back in your bedroom in the cozy villa.
He was massaging your swollen feet after a lot of walking, you sat on the bed, your back pressed against the headboard.
Watching Hyunjin be so patient with you, made your heart swell with adoration and your hormones kicking back in again, making you feel needy.
“Hyunne,” you called him, who was rubbing gentle circles on your ankles, your voice low and soft.
“Yeah darling?” His expression softened further when he noticed the way your cheeks flushed and your lips parted slightly, like you were searching for the right words.
“Come here,” you murmured, your voice carrying a mix of longing.
“What is it, my love?” he asked, his hand reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.
You leaned into his touch, your heart pounding as you searched his gaze, pecking his lips. “I just… I want you,” you admitted softly, your fingers curling into the fabric of his black tank top.
“You have me,” he replied, his voice a gentle caress. “Always.”
“No,” you said with a soft laugh, shaking your head as your hands slid up to his chest, fingers tracing over the top. “I mean, I need you. Right now.”
“Are you sure, baby?” He was concerned but it also sparked excitement within him at the same time, he stroked your tinted cheek smiling warmly.
“I’m sure,” you whispered, leaning into him, your lips brushing against his. “I want to feel close to you.”
Hyunjin didn’t need any more convincing. He kissed you deeply, his lips moving over yours with a slow, deliberate intensity that made your toes curl.
His hands slipped up your waist under his hoodie you were wearing, stroking your skin lightly before it traveled downwards, toying with the waistband of your panties.
You shifted, letting him slide it off you, his hand squeezing your thigh that made you moan into his mouth. His thumb grazed the soft skin of your thigh before it continued moving, he pulled back, his eyes sparkling with nothing but love.
“You’re so beautiful mama,” velvet laced his voice, the new nickname made your cheeks flush in heat.
Hyunjin removed his tank top and held the hem of his hoodie, you nodded, letting him remove it off your head, leaving you bare in front of him.
His eyes drank the sight before him. Your swollen and sensitive breasts, glowing belly that’s carrying your child, something dangerously possessive consumed him but he mentally promised himself to be gentle.
He laid your back on the mattress, his mouth meeting yours, long, sweet and tenderly, swiping his tongue over the seam of your lips that sent a jolting sensation through his veins.
His hand circled your belly and massaged your swollen breasts making you moan, feeling relieved as your fingers immediately tugged his hair.
A thumb brushed over the sensitive bud, a wet droplet soaked his fingetip and heat pooled between your legs, your thighs squeezed together. You pulled apart and looked down at his finger stroking your leaky nipple, he couldn't help but smile at your flushing face.
He found that more sexier than anything.
His face dipped in your chest, lips meeting your warm skin, it was addicting. You were addicting to him. Your hands roamed over his back, as his kisses trailed lower, following the curve of your body like a path only he knew.
Hyunjin felt your fingers press on his shoulders, guiding him, urging him forward with a silent plea that he was more than willing to answer.
The sight of you lying beneath him, eyes half-lidded, lips parted, your breath catching in your throat, it was like witnessing heaven.
He spread your legs apart, his lips finding the soft skin of your thigh. He pressed a lingering kiss there, feeling the muscles beneath your skin tense and then relaxed as he made his way closer to your centre.
The sight of your pussy so slick and swollen with arousal stirred something primal inside him. His fingers gently spread your wet folds, revealing your beautiful core, a hiss escaped your lips at the contact.
"Do you want my mouth darling? Hmm?" He coaxed, teasing you, placing a feather light on your clit.
"Want me to eat your pretty pussy and make you come?" The raspiness coating his voice made a shiver run down your spine, you nodded, chest heaving.
"Please— please Hyun... I need you on me." You pleaded which also sounded like a command that made him chuckle lowly.
His breath fanned over your sensitive skin and when his mouth met where you needed him the most, your back arched ever so slightly off the bed, a whimper escaping from you.
"Hyunjin..." You gasped, your voice trembling with need, your fingers sliding into his hair, tugging lightly as though you couldn’t decide whether to pull him closer or keep him there, teasing you forever.
He didn't respond. Instead he smirked against you, his tongue flicked your folds and sucked on your clit that had you squirming. His tongue circled the bud in almost lazy strokes that had you sighing his name like a prayer.
He let his hands slid up your thighs, spreading you wider as he went, giving himself more room to work and taste. His left hand rested on your belly, his thumb brushing back and forth, the cold wedding band on his ring finger touching your heated skin.
His cock twitched and strained his pants, begging for his attention and dive inside you, but he shoved it aside even though the throbbing felt painful. He wouldn't do that.
He loved bringing you to the edge and tease you till you were a squirming mess.
Your breaths turned erratic when his tongue moved faster, you were lost in your haze of pleasure and whimpers growing louder, hips jerking as you clung onto Hyunjin like he was your lifeline.
The tingles built up way faster than it would normally, you would have found it embarrassing if you weren't pregnant.
Hyunjin's eyes were glued on you, knowing that you were only a few seconds away from snapping, his hands slid up to cup and knead your breasts, causing liquid to leak out of your peaking sensitive nipples.
"I'm close... I'm so close please..." You breathed.
With one last languid lick on your pulsing bud, you crashed down, only his name pouring out of your lips, your orgasm flooding in his mouth. Hyunjin lapped up every single drop, helping you ride out your pleasure until you were gasping and trembling from the aftershocks.
Once your climax subsided, Hyunjin trailed his way up, kissing every part of your body, your thighs, your belly and the swell of your breasts that were soaked with leaked milk.
Right this moment you looked way more gorgeous than you ever did before to his eyes. He had put a baby in you, his pride was uncontrollable.
"You okay darling?" He asked, brushing away the strands of hair sticking on your face and kissing away the tears that rolled down your cheeks that were flushed pink.
You nodded breathlessly, pulling him so your mouth met his. You could taste yourself off his lips.
Hyunjin smiled, “Come on mama, let's get you cleaned up.” And he gently scooped you up in his arms, carrying you to the bathroom.
~
4 months later
“SHE'S HERE!”
The wailing protest of cries of your newborn echoed, bouncing off the walls of the labour room. Tears had run down your cheeks, Hyunjin’s eyes were wide with disbelief, a hand covering his mouth as you both welcomed your baby to the world.
The nurse quickly cleaned and handed your baby girl over to you, wrapped in a neat towel, the bundle of joy snuggling and sleeping soundly against your chest.
“Hello baby,” you said softly, your pinkie finger stroking her cheek. “I'm your mom.”
Tears kept rolling down your face, Hyunjin was there by your side the entire time, his heart clenching with an unbearable amount of love and awe as he watched his wife and his baby.
You looked up at him, seeing his eyes swelled with unshed tears, he leaned down to press his lips on yours, his breath hitching.
“Thank you for this baby,” his voice cracked as he stroked your hair and kissed your temple, his lips trembling against your skin. “Thank you for being so brave darling. You're incredible.”
Your smile widened despite the exhaustion, and you reached up to wipe away the tear that slipped down Hyunjin’s cheek. “We did this together,” you whispered. “She’s a part of us, Hyunne.”
Hyunjin nodded, his fingers shaking as he gently caressed the tiny hand that peeked out of the blanket. “She’s perfect,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “Just like her mom.”
The baby stirred slightly, her tiny lips parting as she let out a soft, content sigh. Hyunjin chuckled softly, his eyes glued to her delicate features—her button nose, rosy cheeks, the faint wisps of hair on her head.
You scooted a bit so that Hyunjin could sit next to you, you gently handed him your baby, he carefully held her in his arms, his heart thundering behind his ribcage.
“Hi, little one,” he whispered. “I’m your daddy. And I promise to protect you and your mama with everything I have.”
Tears welled in your eyes again at his words, and you reached and kissed him on the cheek, watching him already become the best father in the world.
“We’re a family now,” you said softly, your voice filled with gratitude.
Hyunjin smiled nodding, his gaze never leaving your daughter. “The best family.” He said looking at you, his voice unwavering.
As the first rays of dawn filtered through the hospital window, painting the room in soft gold, this was the beginning of the most beautiful chapter of your lives.
Synopsis: A certain dark haired leader of a biker club caught your attention online and you've been watching his weekly races in secret—or so you thought. Little did you know, this handsome biker already knows about his cute little stalker...
Content Warnings: Stalking but online. Smut🔞 after a bit of plot. Unprotected sex, P in V (from the behind), riding, rough, dirty talk(?), ass slapping, pet names, choking(kinda—), aftercare in the shower. Chris is a tease (maybe like a bit?).
Minors do not interact!!!
Note: 17 days late, but better than never— HAPPY NEW YEAR! I've been wanting to draw and write biker Chan for a LONG LONG TIME, so finally here it is. (Yes that drawing is done by me haha)
If this isn't your thing, you're more than welcome to skip it. Reblogs, likes, comments and feedbacks are always appreciated.
The bike flashed away into the stretching tracks in a blink of an eye, leaving a trail of excitement and dust in its wake. The crowd erupted in cheers, their voices drowned out by the fading growl of the engine.
You pushed your hood further over your head to cover your hair flying in that direction, blending into the mass of onlookers while your eyes stayed glued to the figure disappearing into the night.
Christopher Bang Chan.
Did an accidental misclick on a hashtag "NightRider" lead you into his world? Yes.
You did have an unexplainable attraction towards bikes. It was the thrill, the speed, the freedom. Even if you couldn't ride one, the way bikes looked like a beast that could conquer the roads, it fascinated you.
But this— this wasn't just an attraction towards the sleek BMW S1000rr that was speeding this evening. No.
A random late-night scroll had led you to a short video of him—helmet off, his hair dark slightly tousled, a cocky grin tugging at his lips as he dismounted his bike like he owned the world. That pulled you like a magnet to steel.
You watched him, racing the tracks with swift motion, in practice ease, over taking every other rider, everything about him demanding attention.
Every other rider was left in his dust, and the cheers of his friends, 7 guys echoed above the deafening roar of the engines.
"Teach these bastards why they can’t touch you!” one of them bellowed, pumping his fist in the air, his blood red hair catching the rays of the setting sun.
“Eat that, losers!” another laughed, slapping the back of the guy next to him as they all leaned against their bikes, eyes glued to Chan’s figure dominating the track.
In a final swift, Chan drifted his bike as he reached the finish line, the tires screeching against the asphalt in a perfect arc. A plume of smoke curled up from under the wheels, his dimpled grin flashing at his victory and triumph.
The lingering growl of his bike continued as he sat there for a moment, one leg propped on the ground as if soaking in the chaos he had just commanded. His friends were the loudest of all, their jeers and cackles cutting through the noise.
Chan finally killed the engine and swung off the bike with the same effortless grace that had first caught your attention online. He pulled off his helmet, shaking his head slightly to ruffle his dark hair into place.
His eyes gleamed with a mix of adrenaline and triumph as he tucked the helmet under one arm and began walking toward his friends.
“That’s how it’s done, you fucking legend!” yelled one in a strong Australian accent, smacking Chan’s shoulder, the redhead taking his helmet from him and handing in a water bottle.
“Told you it wasn’t even a competition,” Chan quipped, his voice smooth but laced with that cocky edge that made your stomach flip.
The crowd began descending, slowly leaving you alone in your place, your hood over your head, covering your face slightly. Just as you were about to look away, his eyes briefly landed on you.
Your breath caught in your throat at the intensity of his gaze on you. It was like he knew who you were but that was impossible. You've been secretly coming to the race every Saturday (telling your parents that you're going to the library) ever since you discovered his page and of course he doesn't know who you are.
It's out of the question.
Chan's smirk deepened, something wicked flashing in his expression. You quickly looked away, pretending to fidget with your phone, but you could still feel the heat of his gaze.
Before you made a fool of yourself, you stood up and walked towards the end of the track, pulling your hood lower to shield your face. Just as you were about to step into the shadows, a sharp, confident whistle cut through the air, freezing you in your tracks.
Your heart was pounding in your ears, you didn't turn around but felt Chan's lingering gaze pressing against your back. You turned slightly to see through your shoulders but then turned around and walked away as if you didn't hear anything at all.
“That chick’s been here for the last four weeks.” Minho commented, his voice casual as he tipped back his can of Red Bull.
Chan didn’t respond immediately, his eyes still fixed on the spot where you had disappeared into the shadows. His jaw tensed slightly, a flicker of something unreadable flashing in his gaze.
He could still picture the way you had glanced over your shoulder for a split second, like you’d been caught but refused to admit it.
"Oi, Chan," Felix called out, snapping him out of his thoughts. "You losing your touch, mate?"
The group erupted in laughter, their cackles echoing against the emptying track.
“Maybe she’s got better taste than you thought,” I.N added, smirking as he leaned against his own bike.
"She’ll come around." Chan said smoothly, shrugging nonchalantly, the cocky edge in his voice masking the intrigue bubbling beneath the surface.
"Will she now?" Hyunjin mocked, raising an eyebrow. "What makes you so sure?"
"Trust me," he said, his tone low and deliberate. "No one comes to my races four weeks in a row without a reason." A devilish smirk tipped the corner of his lips that made the guys exchange glances.
"Whatever you're thinking, don't." Changbin interrupted, pushing himself upright with a sharp look.
"You don't even know what I was thinking." Chan shot back, running a hand through his dark, tousled hair. "Besides, if she keeps coming back, she’s going to slip up eventually. And when she does…”
Changbin rolled his eyes at him and grabbed a Red Bull from the ice box. He knew that Chan wasn't going to listen to what he's gonna say anyway.
Chan walked towards his bike and hoped on, revving his engine as it roared to life and slipping his helmet on. He glanced at his friends, his smirk turning downright wicked.
"Then what?" Hyunjin asked, crossing his arms.
"She wanted my attention, so she got it. And I want something in return.”
With that, he sped off into the night, leaving the guys behind in a cloud of smoke and laughter.
***
"Three, two, one, let's gooo!..."
You kept scrolling through Instagram reels, nothing interesting that grabbed your attention.
But you couldn't stop thinking about Chan...
It's Saturday, four o'clock in the evening. His races start at five. You went through his Instagram and TikTok, creating a folder in your saves for his biking videos and you catch yourself rewatching his highlights again and again.
Were you guilty for stalking him online? A bit—but you couldn't stop it. His bike didn't even fascinate you anymore the way it did the first time. You just were feeling obsessed with him.
The race track was only a few blocks away from you and you couldn't help but think, could he have crossed your home? You never noticed it but now everytime you hear a speeding engine, you look out your window, hoping it's Chan.
Yeah you were pretty much obsessed.
You went back to Chan's account and scrolled down his feed, opening some of his old posts when suddenly the phone slipped out of your hand and fell on your face.
"Fuck!" You yelped, rubbing your forehead, eyes widening as you glanced at the screen in horror.
Oh fuck—
You accidentally liked a picture of him from two years ago.
The red heart stared back at you, mocking your clumsiness, your heart sank as panic took over.
“Oh, no, no, no…” you whispered, scrambling to unlike it. You tapped the heart again, watching it disappear, but the damage was already done. Your phone trembled in your hands as you stared at the post, your reflection visible in the darkened screen.
It was a picture of him leaning casually against his bike, wearing a tank top with his buff arms crossed, a majestically inked dragon flexing on his bicep.
"Shit," you muttered under your breath, clutching your forehead. Does he get notifications for old likes? Does Instagram even do that?
You sat up, your mind racing just as fast as his bike. He had half a million followers, so maybe he wouldn’t notice, right? But what if he did? What if he checked? What if he remembered your face from the track and connected the dots?
"Calm down," you whispered, trying to reason with yourself. "He probably won’t even notice."
But deep down, a small voice in the back of your mind said otherwise.
Because if there was one thing you’d learned about Chan from watching him race, it was that he noticed everything.
~
"She'll be here today." Chan said, tossing the Red Bull can in the trash and turning towards his friends.
Seungmin tilted his head, looking up from his phone, arching a skeptical brow. "Oh, so now you're a psychic?"
Chan rolled his eyes, leaning casually against his bike. “No. She's been coming every Saturday, there's no way she'll not come today."
“You’ve been stalking your stalker?” Felix chimed in, his deep voice carrying a note of amusement as he slipped his hands in the pocket of his pants.
Chan smirked, unbothered by the jab. “I don’t need to stalk. She makes herself obvious. Hood up, always at the same damn spot. Like clockwork.”
“Maybe she’s just here for the bikes,” Seungmin said with a shrug, going back to scrolling on his phone. Chan shook his head, his smirk widening.
Chan shook his head, his smirk widening. “Nah, it’s not the bikes anymore. Her eyes practically screamed busted when I whistled at her.”
“That’s because you’re fucking annoying.” Jisung piped up, sipping from his own can of soda. “If someone whistled at me in public, I’d leave too.”
The group laughed, but Chan’s gaze remained steady, fixed on the track like he was already envisioning you standing there.
"Race instead of me." Chan effortlessly tossed his keys at Changbin.
"What?" Changbin caught the keys with a sharp reflex, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
"If she's really into the bikes, she wouldn't care if the rider is different. But if that's not the case..." His smirk grew wider.
"Then she'll know it's not me the second you hit the track." Chan finished, rolling his helmet between his hands. "She’s been watching me, not the bike. Let’s see if she’s as observant as I think."
Changbin raised an eyebrow, twirling the keys in his hand. “So, you’re basically using me as bait?”
“Not bait,” Chan corrected, handing Changbin his helmet and clapping him on the shoulder. “More like... a decoy. Just ride, keep it clean, and make it convincing. Wear my helmet, keep your head down, and let me handle the rest.”
“This is either genius or the dumbest thing you’ve ever done.” Felix said, shaking his head.
“Shut up and watch,” Chan said, his tone light but confident. He turned back to Changbin. “You good?”
Changbin sighed, slipping the helmet on. “Yeah, yeah. Just don’t blame me if I win and your little stalker realizes you’re not as fast as you think.”
The group laughed again, but Chan was already focused, his gaze cutting across the other riders getting ready for the race and watching the crowd gather, waiting for his shadowed muse.
The air began getting slightly colder, riders hopping on their bikes getting ready for the race. Chan stood with the guys, his back facing the crowd and his face hidden with a hoodie, watching Changbin rev up the engine.
He gave a small thumbs to Bin who responded with his own one and held the handle, preparing to flash away.
You finally managed to slowly get in your spot blending in with the crowd, your usual hood on, hair in front to shield your face, eyes glued on the riders before you.
At this point it felt silly than anything else, sneaking around every Saturday like you were some undercover agent. But you couldn’t stop yourself. The magnetic pull Chan had on you was impossible to ignore, even if you didn’t fully understand it yourself.
Your eyes scanned the lineup of riders, automatically locking onto the sleek, black BMW S1000rr. The sound of its engine roaring to life sent a familiar thrill through you, but something felt... different tonight.
The rider atop the bike gave a sharp nod, helmet obscuring his face. You couldn’t tell, but the way he usually carried himself—effortless confidence paired with a hint of smugness—seemed oddly subdued.
Your heart sank slightly. Was he even here tonight?
You pushed the thought away, gripping the edge of your hoodie to ground yourself. Focus. It didn’t matter. You were here for the race, for the thrill, not for him.
At least, that’s what you kept telling yourself since the last four races.
The countdown began, the cheers of the crowd growing louder with each passing second. The sound of engines revving filled the air, and you found yourself leaning forward slightly, anticipation buzzing through your veins.
Three... Two... One—
The riders shot forward, a blur of color and speed tearing down the track. Your eyes stayed glued to the black bike, trying to shake the unease gnawing at the back of your mind.
Is it him?
You watched curiously for the first two rounds, pushing away the feeling that it's not Chan but when it was the third round and you still didn't see his dramatic drift at the curved corners of the track, you were sure that it really wasn't Chan racing.
You leaned backwards exhaling and pulling out your phone, your interest in the race quietly dying down.
"I caught you princess..." A smug grin spread across Chan's face who had been secretly watching you but the race.
Hyunjin, who had also been watching you with Chan, waiting for him to be wrong, sighed dramatically, pulling a crumpled fifty out of his pocket and slapping it into Minho’s palm.
"Unbelievable," he muttered, shooting Chan a side glance. "She really is here for you man."
Chan chuckled, low and confident. “Told you,” he said, brushing past them as he made his way toward you.
You were distracted with the reels playing on your phone to notice until he sat next you, your eyes fell on that unmistakable silver bracelet you recognised instantly.
Your heart pounded in your ears.
“Enjoying the race?” a low, teasing voice asked, so close you could feel the faint vibration of it in your chest. You stiffened, your head snapping up.
And there he was. Bang Chan.
Sitting casually next to you, leaning back like he owned not just the seat, but the entire universe. His hoodie was slightly pushed back, giving you a perfect view of his sharp jawline and those maddening dimples that tugged at his smirk.
For the first time, you noticed how sharp his features were up close—perfectly sculpted, how his lashes framed those piercing eyes that seemed to see right through you.
You swallowed hard, your nerves threatening to spill over, but you kept your guard up and tried to calm your racing heart.
“You okay there, princess?” he drawled, his tone dripping with amusement. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Or maybe... me?”
You quickly snapped out of it, your face heating. “I’m fine,” you said, sitting straighter and forcing your voice to sound steady. "And I think you've mistaken me, I don't really know you."
Your lie was so bland, it practically hung in the air like a neon sign screaming caught red-handed.
Chan raised an eyebrow, playfully scoffing as he ran a hand through his hair. “Is that so?” he said, his tone laced with mock sincerity. He leaned in slightly, and you caught a faint whiff of leather and something distinctly him—sharp, clean, and deathly intoxicating.
“Yeah,” you replied, your voice firm despite the heat rising in your cheeks. “I don’t really follow bikers.”
“Hmm.” He tapped his chin theatrically, his eyes narrowing in playful suspicion. “Funny, because someone who doesn’t follow bikers somehow managed to stumble across my page. And, oh, what’s this?”
He mimicked scrolling on an invisible phone, his grin wicked. “Liked a post from two years ago? Now, that’s dedication for someone who doesn’t know me.”
Your stomach did a somersault, and for a moment, you were certain your face betrayed you. But you quickly composed yourself, leaning back slightly and crossing your arms. “That was an accident,” you said coolly, trying to ignore the way your pulse thundered in your ears.
Chan tilted his head, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement. “So you accidentally clicked on my profile, accidentally scrolled back two years, and accidentally double-tapped? Seems like a lot of accidents for one person.”
You huffed, glaring at him. “Are you always this full of yourself?”
“Only when I’m right.” He shot back smoothly, his dimpled grin so close now, you could count the faint freckles dotting his cheekbones.
You could do nothing to calm your racing heart as Chan adjusted his seat and leaned back, watching whoever was racing in his place. He didn't say a word after that, just stayed silent and concentrated on the track.
You kept glancing at him with the corner of your eyes without fully turning, focusing on the race as well, but you could have sworn that he could hear your pounding beats in your chest over the screeching tires.
Of course whoever was riding in on behalf of Chan won tonight's race in an equally dramatic drift, you caught Chan smirking and nodding proudly. You were unsure what to do and stood in your place while the crowd began standing up, then when you were about to leave, a hand wrapped around your wrist.
"Where are you off to now?" His dark eyes glinted under the dim lights, mischief oozing from every inch of his expression.
“You’ve been sneaking in to watch the race for weeks, and now that you’ve got what you wanted, you’re just gonna leave? That’s kinda rude, don’t you think?”
You bit your lip, debating your next words. His confidence was infuriating, but it was also… dangerously attractive. Finally, you sighed, meeting his gaze head-on.
“Fine,” you said, crossing your arms. “Maybe I did. So what?”
Chan blinked, momentarily caught off guard by your honesty, before breaking into a wide grin. “Well, that’s a first. Didn’t think you’d actually own up to it.”
“Is there a point to this conversation?” you shot back, your tone laced with feigned impatience, though your pulse still raced from his lingering touch.
Chan tilted his head, eyeing you thoughtfully, then exhaled a sharp breath. “Don’t you think it’s time you saw what it’s like on the track?”
You blinked at him, your breath hitching. “What are you talking about?”
He straightened up, fixing his hoodie. “I’m offering you a ride, princess. Around the track. Are you up for it, or not?”
The sass in his tone lit a fire in you. You loved bike rides, the rush of speed, the wind in your hair—but doing it with him? That felt like stepping into dangerous territory. Still, your pride wouldn’t let you back down.
You crossed your arms, feigning indifference. “Fine. Let’s see if your riding skills are as good as your ego.”
Chan chuckled, the sound deep and low, and it sent an unwelcome shiver down your spine. “Careful what you wish for, princess,” he said, stepping closer. “You might not be able to handle it.”
You scoffed, though your heart was pounding. “We’ll see about that.”
You followed Chan as he descended the stairs and made his way towards his friends, all of them surrounded with their own bikes, cans of Red Bull, wearing leather jackets.
“Yo, I.N!” Chan called out as you approached, his voice carrying over the noise of the dispersing crowd. He looked up from his phone, his expression curious.
“What’s up?” I.N asked, his brows lifting when he saw you trailing behind Chan.
Chan jerked his chin toward I.N’s helmet, which was resting on the bike parked beside him. “Hand that over. Our guest needs it.”
I.N blinked, clearly surprised. “Wait, she’s riding with you?”
“Finally got yourself a passenger?” Minho, who was leaning casually against his own bike, snorted.
“Just a little gratitude to her for being so kind and showing up to my races every week.” Chan replied smoothly, throwing you a sidelong glance.
Your cheeks flushed crimson but you didn't say anything. You couldn't because you felt like your throat was shut tight.
The group erupted into low chuckles, Minho gave Chan a knowing look, shaking his head in mock disbelief.
“Don’t mess up my helmet,” I.N said, handing it over. “It's my favourite one.”
You hesitated for a moment, then took it, your fingers brushing against his. “Don't worry, I won't.” You said softly.
The group watched you curiously as if they were waiting for you to make a mistake but Chan’s gaze was the only one you cared about. He stepped closer, his voice dropping low enough that only you could hear.
“Nervous?” he asked, his lips twitching into a knowing smirk.
You lifted your chin, refusing to give him the satisfaction. “Not even a little.”
His smirk deepened. “Good. Don't hold back and enjoy the ride.”
Changbin threw the keys at Chan and handed him the helmet, moving aside revealing the sleek black BMW, shining under the bright full moon light.
Chan got on the bike and you climbed up behind him. The tension crackled between you like static, and you couldn’t decide if you wanted to throttle him—or hold on tighter.
The engine roared to life, the deep, guttural sound vibrating through your body. Your grip on the seat tightened as Chan revved the engine, his dimpled smirk still firmly in place as he glanced back over his shoulder at you.
With a swift twist of his wrist, the bike shot forward, the sudden burst of speed forcing a gasp from your lips. Instinctively, your hands flew to his waist, gripping tightly as the world blurred around you.
The track stretched out like a silver ribbon under the moonlight, the cool night air whipping past your face, your hair dancing in the wind like a wild, untamed spirit. Chan maneuvered the bike with practiced ease, leaning into sharp turns and accelerating down straightaways.
The bike slowed slightly as he leaned into another turn, and you took the chance to glance at him. The confidence in his posture, the way his shoulders moved with the bike—it was magnetic.
“Enjoying the view?” he teased, his voice cutting through the wind.
You scowled, your cheeks heating. “Focus on the road, Chan.”
“I always do,” he replied smoothly. “But you’re making it a little hard, princess.”
Your grip on his waist tightened involuntarily, and you bit the inside of your cheek to keep from saying something you might regret. The speed continued until Chan slowed down, pulling to a stop at the other side of the track, the starting point looking like the size of an ant.
The sudden stillness was deafening compared to the roar of the engine moments ago. The cool night air clung to your skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat radiating between you and Chan.
He shifted slightly, his body still straddling the bike as he turned his head toward you, his dark eyes glinting under the pale glow of the moon. “Tight grip you’ve got there, princess,” he said, his voice low and teasing.
“Didn’t think you’d want to hold on that bad.”
***
“Ah-Chan—” your moans poured out of your lips like an erotic symphony, blood rushing down like a flood bursting out of a dam as you felt his length inside of you, breasts bouncing up and down.
Oh you were holding on that bad.
“Ride my cock, baby. Good girl.” Chan hissed, your pussy clenching him so nicely it drove him wild.
What started off him not knowing your existence to getting to know eachother to now him fucking the senses out of you escalated fast.
You can't lie, you did have fantasies about him during the nights when you scrolled through his socials. Imagining how he would be in bed. Those dirty nights when you moaned his name, imagining his cock replacing your vibrator.
Would he be gentle? A complete opposite to the menace he was on the road?
Boy you were wrong. He was anything but gentle.
He was rough. Hard. Strong. And you enjoyed that very much.
Chan's hand fisted your hair as he pulled you towards him, his lips crashing yours drinking the taste of you. Your fingers clung onto his shoulder, nails grooving scars on his smooth skin, rocking your hips for more friction.
His cock filled you completely, stretching you in ways that made your vision blur. Every upward snap of his hips drove you closer to the edge, the friction against your walls making your toes curl.
“Chan—” you whimpered, breaking the kiss to gasp for air, your head falling back as his pace quickened.
He didn’t let up. If anything, the sight of you unraveling only spurred him on. His mouth trailed down your throat, teeth grazing your skin before he latched onto the sensitive spot just above your collarbone, sucking hard enough to leave a mark.
His lips latched on your erect nipple, sucking and licking on it, the obscene sounds of him groaning feeling like music to your ears.
Wetness gushed down your thighs and onto his, a sinful symphony of wet, desperate noises that only fueled the fire between you.
“So fucking perfect for me.” he praised, his lips brushing against your ear as he pinched and played with your slick nipple that sent a jolt of pleasure straight to your core.
You felt so dirty and depraved, shamelessly riding his cock, his praises turning you on even more.
“Should I punish this pussy for stalking me baby? Hmm?” His hand slipped between your bodies, his thumb finding your swollen clit, triggering an orgasm to break free just from his words.
He already “punished” you for stalking him by bending you over and fucking you to oblivion on his bike a week ago but he is so cocky and mean, he loved using that every chance he got.
“Or should I fuck you from behind and wreck you till you make a sweet mess all over my cock?”
Your mouth fell open in a silent scream as your release slammed through you, your body convulsing and your walls clenched around him, drawing a deep, guttural moan from his lips.
You couldn't even process the aftershocks of your climax and before you knew it, you were on all fours, Chan's eyes glued on your glistening slick pussy, the angry tip of his cock grazing and teasing your swollen folds.
“Chan— mngh,” you pushed back against him, whining with need, feeling the anticipation rebuild as you kept feeling the tip nudge against your entrance.
“Needy little thing, aren’t you?” he teased, his voice a dark purr that sent a shiver down your spine. “Barely gave you time to breathe, and here you are, already begging for me to ruin you again.”
Your fingers clenched the sheets, your body trembling from the mix of frustration and desire. “Please, Chan,” you breathed, voice muffled and desperate.
“Please, what?” he sneered, leaning down so his chest pressed against your back, his silver chain and bracelet on his wrist touching your skin, cold.
His breath was hot against your ear, and his hand slid up your body to grip your throat. “You want me to fuck you? Say it.”
Your cheeks burned, but the heat between your legs overshadowed any embarrassment. “I need you to fuck me, Chan,” you whispered, then louder, “Ruin me. Wreck me.”
He groaned at your words, his hand tightening slightly around your throat. “Good girl. That’s what I like to hear.”
Without another word, he thrust into you in one brutal stroke, knocking the air from your lungs. Your hands flew forward to steady yourself, a gasp tearing from your throat as he set a punishing pace, his hips slamming into yours with a force that had the bed creaking beneath.
“Look at you,” he continued, his tone dripping with arrogance. “So fucking cock-drunk, you can’t even think straight.”
You tried to speak, but he cut you off with a sharp thrust that made you cry out. His grip on your waist was bruising, holding you in place as he pounded into you mercilessly.
Every stroke hitting deeper, harder, until you were a squirming mess beneath him. His balls slapped against your clit, an almost tight hand around your throat had your vision going white.
His teeth sank into your soft skin, leaving a ruthless mark on your shoulder and his hand met with a sharp slap! on your ass. The pleasure of it overlapped the pain, relentless drilling on your sloppy cunt that made you grab the headboard.
“FUCK! I can't—” Your cries echoed off the walls of your bedroom, loud and feral.
“You can’t what?” Chan snarled, his voice laced with mockery as he dragged his cock out almost completely before slamming back in, hitting that spot and your skin meeting with another sharp slap!
His teeth grazed your earlobe as his hand gripped your hip tightly, holding you in place. “Can’t take me? Too much for this tight little cunt?”
“Y-yes—no—I don’t know!” you sobbed, your fingers clawing at the headboard as your body quivered beneath him.
His hand slid up on your throat, pulling you upright so your back was flush against his chest. The new angle made you scream, his cock hitting even deeper, harder, the relentless pace leaving you on the verge of tears.
“That’s it,” he groaned, his voice gravelly and thick with lust. “Scream for me, baby. Let the whole world know who’s making you feel this good.”
The way his cock kept hitting the right spots made you climb higher and higher, the knot tightening, only seconds away from snapping, your whimpers and moans poured out endlessly.
“I'm gonna come— I'm—”
You couldn't even finish your sentence as the second orgasm left you shaking, trembling and reeling beneath him. Your walls clamped down on his cock, pulling him deeper until he spilled his seed in you.
“Fuck.” Chan groaned, his grip on your throat loosening as he chased his own release. His hips stuttered, a low, guttural moan escaping his lips, cock twitching as he pumped you full.
Breaths ragged and heavy, the room was mixed in scents of mint and sex. Chan collapsed forward, but braced himself to avoid crushing you beneath his weight.
“You did so good, baby,” He murmured, his voice low and thick, trying to catch his breath while he nipped your sensitive skin.
Both of you were drenched in sweat, the mingling of your bodies making the heat in the room unbearable, yet neither of you moved.
His cock softened inside you, but he didn’t pull out. Instead, he just leaned forward kissing the nape of your neck and shifted slightly, you winced at the feeling of him still inside you, oversensitivity making your nerves spark.
Slowly your bodies untangled and he fell on his back next to you, the both of you just lay there, staring at the ceiling, the weight of what just happened settling in.
You gently turned your head to see Chan, who was lost in his own thoughts. He felt you watching him and he turned too, a soft smile tipping the corner of his lips, his fingers brushing a few strands of hair from your face.
His eyes trailed down your body, skin peppered with his bite marks and hickeys, something unusually painful stung in his chest even though he had never felt that before.
You moved closer to him, pecking a sweet kiss on his nose that made him knit his brows smiling.
“I’m okay, you didn’t hurt me if you think you did.” You said reassuringly.
Chan let out a soft breath, his smile faltering for a moment as he studied your face. His fingers ghosted over a particularly dark bruise on your collarbone, his touch featherlight.
“You sure?” he asked, his voice quieter than usual, his teasing edge nowhere to be found.
You rolled your eyes, the faintest smile tugging at your lips. “Of course.” He huffed out a laugh, the sound vibrating against your cheek and kissed your forehead.
Chan got up from the bed and carried you in his arms towards the shower, you instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck, letting out a content sigh as your head rested against his chest.
Under the spraying water, the steam curled around the two of you, but his touch was what kept you warm.
He grabbed a washcloth and the soap, lathering it before starting at your shoulders. His touch was slow and deliberate, careful not to press too hard as he cleaned every inch of your skin.
When he reached your bruised hips, his lips ghosted over one of the marks that made your heart flutter.
Once he was satisfied, he handed you the cloth, smirking faintly. “Your turn, princess.”
You laughed softly, taking it from him and mimicking his careful actions. You then saw the scratch marks and crescent scars you had left on his skin, etched like tiny badges.
Your fingers ghosted over them as you cleaned him, a pang of guilt flashing through your chest.
“Sorry about these,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. Chan chuckled, his smirk softening into something warmer. “Don’t be. I like them."
Heat rose up your cheeks and you let out a small laugh, shaking your head.
When you reached his bicep, you couldn’t resist tracing the outline of his tattoo, your fingers brushing over the ink that decorated his skin.
“You really are full of surprises,” you said, your voice soft.
His brow quirked. “Oh yeah? Like what?”
“Like this,” you said, gesturing between the two of you. “The rough biker with the soft side. Didn’t think I’d ever see it.”
He smirked, pulling you closer under the spray of water. “Don’t tell anyone. You’ll ruin my reputation.”
You rolled your eyes but leaned into him anyway, letting the water cascade over both of you. Pearl-like drops of water slid down your bodies, your back pressed against the cold titles as Chan's mouth claimed yours.
After the shower Chan changed into his clothes and you slipped into comfy sweats, he grabbed his keys and helmet from the living room, walking toward the door with a cool, confident stride.
“My race is on Saturday,” He said, slipping on his helmet. “I hope you'll be there, princess.”
A chuckle escaped from your lips, your mind going back to how you went watch his races every Saturday without him knowing who you were.
“I guess I’ll see you there, then.”
Chan nodded, opening the front door and stepping out, you watched him climb on his bike, revving the engine back to life. With a twist on the handle, he zoomed out into the night, flashing away into the stretching darkness leaving a trail of himself behind.
You couldn’t help but think that stumbling across that video online of a certain biker had definitely been the best misstep of your life.
