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₊ ⊹❤︎ cw: hurt/comfort, afab reader (no pronouns), teeny tiny bit of angst, minho ranting about idol issues, very suggestive silly banter at the end (minho jokes about coochie eating)
“did you know you wrinkle your nose when you’re frustrated? and confused, to be honest. but mostly frustrated.”
“huh?”
and maybe it’s a subconscious reaction, or maybe he’s just trying to make you giggle (as he often does), but minho’s nose actually wrinkles, the skin puckering and his upper lip slightly curling. your mouth twitches with the urge to smile, but you just barely suppress it just in case it really is the former and you don’t want to bring any unnecessary attention to it just in case he tries to be onery about it and untrain himself.
“it’s cute,” you say after a moment.
minho stares at you from his spot at the foot of the bed, shirt askew from your previous activities together, dark hair disheveled despite the comb he ran through it just moments ago, fingers lingering over the pants they just buttoned. the bags under his eyes have deepened since the last time you two were together, shades of purple and green peaking through the carefully-crafted pale skin, giving him a gaunt appearance similar to that of a theatrically tortured artist. it isn’t too far from reality, you suppose, considering his harsh working conditions.
he turns his back towards you again, as if that were enough to shield himself from your watchful eyes, and huffs, “nothing i do is cute.”
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Velvet Sin
Themes: Dark Romance | Obsession | Possessive | Power Play | NSFW Themes (Implied)
Pairing Bang Chan x Reader/YN
Part 1 of ???
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The air was thick—suffocating with heat and hunger, laced with the kind of silence that screamed. The only light came from the flicker of candles dripping wax down antique holders, and the slow, steady inhale of the man leaning against the wall like sin dressed in black.
Bang Chan.
He didn’t speak. Just watched you.
Eyes dark. Patient. Consuming.
He had that look again—like he was deciding whether to kiss you or destroy you. Maybe both.
“You were late,” he finally said, voice gravel and silk, low enough to make your stomach knot.
“I had to—”
“Don’t lie to me.” His tone was sharp, a blade cloaked in velvet.
You flinched before you could stop yourself. That always amused him. You were brave with everyone else, but not with him. Not when his control could unravel you with just a glance.
Chan pushed off the wall and stalked toward you with the kind of slow, calculated steps that made your breath catch. There was something predatory in the way he moved—like he already owned every inch of you, and was just deciding how to remind you.
“You think I don’t see the way they look at you?” he murmured, circling you. “The way you look back? Like I wouldn’t notice. Like you forgot who your fucking soul belongs to.”
“I didn’t—”
“Don’t talk. Not until I say you can.”
His gloved fingers slid beneath your jaw, tilting your chin up until your eyes met his. There was heat there—yes—but also danger. Obsession.
“I should keep you here,” he whispered. “Hidden. Locked in this room. Where no one else can look at you. Touch you. Tempt you.”
You trembled, not from fear—but from the weight of wanting that too much.
He leaned in, nose brushing yours, lips just barely grazing. “You don’t belong to the world, {Y/N}. You belong to me.”
“I’m not yours,” you whispered, weakly—because even you didn’t believe it anymore.
He chuckled, dark and low. “Oh sweetheart. That lie doesn’t even sound good in your mouth.”
His hand slid down your throat to your chest, resting flat over your heartbeat. “This? It beats for me. Every thud is a reminder of who owns you. I don’t just want your body. I want your mind. Your fear. Your loyalty. I want the broken parts too.”
You felt dizzy—drunk on him, on the way his presence swallowed every thought.
Chan’s lips ghosted along your ear. “Say it,” he demanded. “Say who you belong to.”
You closed your eyes. The fight in you had long since burned to ash.
“I belong to you.”
His lips curved against your skin. “That’s my good girl.”
Then he kissed you—hard, consuming, dangerous. The kind of kiss that didn’t ask permission, the kind that marked. Claimed. Seared itself into your soul.
And when he pulled back, breathless and wild-eyed, he said the words that would stay with you long after the lights went out.
“I’ll ruin every version of you that doesn’t belong to me.”
And deep down, you wanted him to.
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You left in the middle of the night.
No goodbye. No note. Just silence, like it might erase the hold he had on you. Your footsteps echoed down the marble hallway, each one heavier than the last, like your body already knew this wasn’t real. That you couldn’t outrun him.
But you had to try.
Because Chan was consuming you—thought by thought, breath by breath. He didn’t just love you. He possessed you. And that kind of love… it was lethal.
For three weeks, you stayed gone. A new city. A new number. You stopped looking over your shoulder, stopped checking every black car that passed. Almost convinced yourself that you were free.
Until tonight.
The knock on the door was slow—methodical. You knew it before you opened it. Knew it in your bones. Your heart tried to climb out of your chest as you turned the knob.
He was standing there, drenched in midnight and fury.
Bang Chan. Unbothered. Dangerous. Home.
“You really thought you could leave me?” he asked, voice calm in a way that made your blood run cold.
“I had to,” you whispered. “You were suffocating me.”
He stepped inside without permission, closing the door behind him with a click that sounded like a lock on a cage.
“Suffocating you?” he repeated, stepping closer until your back hit the wall. “No, baby. I breathed for you. I gave you everything. And you threw it away.”
“You controlled everything—”
“Because you’re mine.” His hands slammed against the wall on either side of your head. “I know your darkness. I know what you crave. Don’t pretend you didn’t love being ruined by me.”
Your breath hitched. Because he was right.
You missed the chaos. The obsession. The way he made you feel like the center of the universe—even if the gravity was killing you.
His voice dropped, low and dangerous. “You think you can live without me? You think I won’t tear the world apart to keep you?”
His hand found your wrist, dragging it up and pressing your palm against his chest. His heart pounded beneath your touch—fast, wild, angry.
“This is what you did to me. You left me bleeding for you. Every second you were gone, I wanted to burn the world down.”
“You don’t own me, Chan.”
He laughed—a low, unhinged sound. “No? Then why did you open the door?”
Silence.
You hated how right he was.
“You’re lying to yourself,” he whispered, brushing his lips against your ear. “You don’t want freedom. You want me. The chaos. The control. The way I bend you to my will and make you beg for more.”
Your body betrayed you, leaning in—desperate, weak.
“You’ll run again,” he murmured, voice dripping with dark affection. “But you’ll always come back. Because no one else knows how to love the broken, filthy parts of you like I do. No one else will worship your ruin like I do.”
He kissed you then—brutal, claiming, the kind of kiss that pulled you under and didn’t let go. You moaned against his mouth, hating how much you needed him. Hating how good it felt to be wanted this violently.
When he finally pulled back, his voice was low and final.
“There’s no way out, {Y/N}. You’re mine. In this life, and the next.”
And in the sickest part of your soul—the one he’d carved his name into—you knew he was right.
You never really left.
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not your doll - (bf!bang chan x reader)
pairing: bf!bang chan x reader
summary: chan comes home upset from the latin american leg of the dominate tour.
genre: reverse comfort, idol!au, angsty, mentions of exhaustion, lots of crying, skz deserve better. reader comforts channie, mentions of delusion, mentions of eating and drinking
a/n: yall who think what happened in brazil is funny, or think it was 'just a joke' or 'fans showing support' get tf off my blog. i don't wanna see or talk to anyone who thinks what happened was okay. leave skz alone, leave chris alone. that man is not your punching bag, he's not responsible for fixing all your fucking problems, keeping everyone happy, or in charge of anyone's but his own happiness. that shit you gotta do yourself. this is so fucking disappointing, i'm ashamed to call myself a stay at the moment. let chris live his damn life and let the kids do the same. fuck yall 'stays'. if you were a real stay you wouldn't be doing this shit.
i stand with skz.
"Love?" You call softly, peeking around the bedroom door frame. "Did you wanna come and eat something?"
All you get in response is a muffled 'no' and the sound of shuffling as Chan shifts slightly on the bed. The warm lamplight from the bedside tables spill across his back, highlighting the skin in a rosy, haloed glow.
You sigh and pad over to him softly, sitting on the bed. "I know you might not feel like it, but you need some good food after all that travelling."
Chan shakes his head again, further mussing his unbrushed hair. The curls are squashed and fluffy from him burrowing his head into the pillows, but he doesn't seem to care. Not once has he lifted his head to take a breath of air, and you sigh and push his head gently to the side to do it for him.
He turns his head away, facing the opposite direction; you can hear the shudder from his lungs as he gulps in the fresh coldness of the air; you'd set the thermostat colder, just as he likes it, but he hadn't seemed to take any notice.
You sigh again, running a gentle hand down the soft, albeit slightly dry skin of his back. His duffel bag and suitcase is still in the corner of the room, the zip on his bag half undone as if he'd had the intention of unpacking, but he hasn't.
This made me tear up. I hate that they have to deal with this, it's so fucked.
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my first favorite hobby is yapping. second is being extremely quiet and not talking ever at all ever.
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Meeting Baby Mingi- Lee Know
summary: the uncles gather to meet their first nephew, turning the hospital room into pure chaos
pairing: dad!lee know x mom!reader
genre: fluff, humor
word count: 1237 words
a/n: a little bonus part of Fading Love series— but it can be read as a standalone!
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A little backstory:
In this timeline (dad!skz linoxpudding-verse) —
Chan is already a father to his 3-year-old daughter, Juliana, the first SKZ baby. Han's wife is pregnant with twin girls, and Hyunjin recently found out his wife is expecting as well. (To maintain the storyline of this fic, minsung + hyunjin's kids are same age lol)
Meanwhile, Changbin, Felix, Seungmin, and Jeongin remain the single (or casually dating) uncles, much to Chan’s amusement as he insists they need to "catch up."
NOW LET'S CONTINUE ~
The next morning, the hospital room was calm, the soft beeping of monitors filling the air as you lay in bed, propped up by pillows. Beside you, Minho sat with Mingi in his arms, cradling him carefully. His eyes were soft as he watched your son sleep, tiny fingers curled into a fist near his face.
A little bonus scene, had so much fun writing this series. Your excitement, comments and theories made it even more fun! 💜
Fading Love Series' Taglist 2:
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Fading Love (Pt 4)- Lee Know
summary: he persistently tries to prove himself despite your resistance, the tension between you both lingers, and amidst the chaos—you go into labour
pairing: lee know x fem!reader (new parents)
genre: angst, hurt/comfort
warnings: mentions of divorce, childbirth, hospital setting, emotional distress
word count: 5474 words
a/n: our little mingi makes a cameo! this is his birth story (long before he was smashing bananas on walls and causing chaos in school)
SERIES: PART ONE PART TWO PART THREE
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Three days later, late at night, you found yourself unable to sleep. Deciding to eat a light snack to calm your nerves, you wandered to the kitchen. After scanning the fridge, you settled on making a simple jam sandwich. As you spread the jam on the bread, the faint sounds of the night filled the air, but they didn’t bring any comfort.
SCREAMINGGGGGG CRYINGGGGGGGG I'M OMG I'M EMOTIONAL, I LOVED EVERY PART OF THIS, THANK YOU SO MUCH 😖😖😖😖😖
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𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬.
from: love bites burns.
chapters: intro / EP 1 /
short syn. trapped in a devastating fire, you’re rescued by firefighter Seo Changbin, and maybe it’s the adrenaline, or maybe it’s something more—either way, neither of you is walking away from this unshaken.
wc. 20.7k (IKR IM SO PROUD OF MESELF)
cw. angst, character self-doubt and insecurities, life-threatening situations, high-tension moments of danger, intense physical strain, medical procedures, emotional vulnerability, minor injuries sustained during the fire, hospital checkup, unresolved issues, fluff, sweet and tender care, silly banter and emotional conversations, and I think that’s all, folks!
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You blink a couple of times, as you stare down at the table in front of you. It was… a weird sentence. One that after hearing it —even if it doesn’t mean to— leaves a soap-like aftertaste in one’s mouth.
“I overstepped, didn’t I?”
Your eyes drift back at your friend’s, and suddenly, it’s as if the noise coming from the room next door pops back into play, the rest of the friend group already back on track. as if someone noticed they pressed pause by accident, and then mindlessly started back up and kept on going.
You’re not sitting in front of the table anymore. You’re in the kitchen, and your friend meets your eyes with what seems to be genuine emotion.
She’s trying to apologize.
OMG? Omg. O.M.G. I fucking love this so much
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Fading Love (Pt 3)- Lee Know
summary: after the misunderstandings are cleared, he desperately tries to win you back—you're hesitant, but he refuses to give up on you and your future together
pairing: lee know x fem!reader
genre: angst, hurt/comfort
word count: 6521 words
warnings: mentions of—divorce, pregnancy, morning sickness, hospital, and emotional distress
a/n: so I got a little carried away with the final part (almost 10k words, oops), so I’ve split it into two parts, part 4 will be up tomorrow after I finish a few final edits!
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You stood frozen at the top of the stairs, staring at Minho’s retreating figure. His words echoed in your mind, but the sharpness of the pain left you breathless.
The silence of the room felt suffocating. It wasn’t supposed to end like this.
The speed at which I opened tumblr to read this 😖😖😖😖😖😖
I LOVED THISSSSSSSNFSNDJSJS
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Fading Love (Pt 2)- Lee Know
summary: as the distance between you and minho grows, secrets remain unspoken, and misunderstandings spiral out of control—until one final confrontation threatens to shatter everything for good
pairing: lee know x fem!reader, bsf!changbin x reader
genre: heavy angst
word count: 4290 words
warnings: mentions of divorce, pregnancy, emotional distress
a/n: wow my longest fic yet, it's filled with angst and no comfort (I'm sorry, ily)
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The second the door shut behind Minho, a heavy silence settled over the apartment.
It felt unreal. Like a nightmare you were waiting to wake up from.
As you sat frozen on the cold floor, arms wrapped around yourself, the weight of his words pressed against your chest, suffocating, relentless. I want a divorce.
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i had to speak about this because this is genuinely eating me alive. so fucking disappointing and upsetting.
i swear, some of y’all are the most disrespectful, entitled people i’ve ever seen. what the actual fuck is wrong with you? the kids are finally on the south american leg of their world tour, their first time in brazil, and instead of giving them the love and respect they deserve, some of you are out here acting like complete clowns.
stalking their hotel? crowding outside and filming them while they’re on the goddamn balcony? are you kidding me? they can’t even step out to breathe without a fucking camera shoved in their face. that’s not admiration, that’s obsession. and not the good kind.
and then they go to the beach, probably thinking they could relax and enjoy a moment of peace.. but no. y’all are out there too, filming them like they’re fucking zoo animals. make it make sense !!!!! what part of the word 'privacy' is so hard to understand? these are real people. human beings. the level of audacity is insane. do you even realize how suffocating that must feel? they’re literally on the other side of the world from home, wanting to meet their fans, their supporters from around the world, excited but probably exhausted, and this is how you treat them? so fucking disappointing.
but no, it doesn’t stop there, because of course it doesn’t! let’s talk about the absolute vile shit that happened after the chile concert. some of you had the nerve, no, the fucking gall.. to bash chan. over what? ghosting bubble for a week? after his group was mobbed at the airport? after one of his teammates nearly fell because of fans trying to stick to them? really?
a line of enlightenment, he’s not your personal entertainment service. he’s a human with a life, responsibilities, and feelings. he needed a damn break. he deserved it. maybe he was tired. maybe he just wanted to exist without the constant pressure of pleasing millions of people. but no, that’s too much for some of you to comprehend.
and then, when he finally comes back, the first thing he does is check in on his home country. because, in case you missed it, oh wait, you didn’t, you just didn’t care— sk was dealing with wildfires. literal, destructive wildfires. but y’all wanted him to just pretend that didn’t exist? the man asked if the weather was okay in his home country, and you psychos lost your shit.
calling him slurs? cursing him out? saying he only cares about k-stays? because he dared to check on his country? some of you even said you’re selling your concert tickets like that’s some sort of punishment. quite frankly, do it, i dare you. better and sensible stays are out there who actually deserve to attend their concert. go sell your tickets. stray kids don’t need “fans” like you there.
and what makes it worse? chan probably saw all of that. every disgusting comment. y’all made him feel like shit. you really sat behind your screens and tore down the most caring, selfless man who has done everything for his team pretty much his family, those around him, his company, and the fandom. after all the sleepless nights, the constant work, the emotional labor, this is what he gets? and then he comes back to bubble. those messages. are you fucking serious? that broke me. that genuinely broke me.
chan doesn’t deserve this. none of the guys do. i’m so goddamn tired of this toxic shit. y’all claim to love them, but the second they don’t cater to your every whim, you turn on them like a pack of wolves. being a stay isn’t about getting constant attention. it’s not about thinking you own them. it’s about supporting them, respecting them, and appreciating everything they do. if you can’t do that, leave. nobody fucking wants you here.
and before anyone says, 'but i didn’t do any of that!' — good! then this isn’t about you. but if you ever catch yourself excusing this behavior, staying silent while your so-called stay-friends act like actual bitches, or brushing it off as 'just criticism,' then yeah, you’re part of the problem. and i’m done sugarcoating that shit.
protect skz. respect skz. and for the love of everything, leave chris alone. i’m fucking done.
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"He Doesn't Ruin You Like This Does He"
(300 FOLLOWER SPECIAL!!)
GENRE: smut with a short plot MDNI
SUMMARY: Reader is Changbins ex. When Changbin sees a photo reader posted online with her boyfriend Bangchan he loses it.
WARNINGS: cursing, cheating, some slapping, dirty talk, oral (m rec), some degration, dacryphilia, cum eating, multiple orgasms, spanking, rough sex, p in v, unprotected sex, headlock, clit play, creampie, changbin sends a photo to readers boyfriend (BangChan)
(Lowkey was inspired by @jeonginsleftcheek ...)
V4MPS NOTE: this was one of the smuttiest things I've ever written omfg, I don't condone cheating bit this topic fit perfectly. This fic was helped by my pookie @vampzity ♡
You knew what you were doing. Posting a photo with your boyfriend Chan on his lap in front of a mirror. A skimpy little outfit laid perfectly across your body, the delicate fabric hugging every curve. Chan's hand rested firmly on your ass, his other arm extended to capture the intimate moment. The lighting was low, the atmosphere charged, and the way his fingers lingered on your skin was impossible to miss. It was one thing that you took the photo, but posting it online for everyone to see? That was Changbin's last straw.
He clenched his jaw, the image burned into his mind as he harshly pushed his phone down into his pocket. His heart pounded, a storm of emotions crashing over him. Jealousy. Anger. Something deeper he didn't want to name. Without a second thought, he grabbed his bag and keys off the counter and stormed out the door. It was around 7 p.m., and he knew Chan was still holed up at the studio, working tirelessly like always. That left Changbin with plenty of time. Too much time.
"She knows what she's fucking doing..." he growled under his breath, his knuckles tightening around the steering wheel. The car roared to life, the tension in his chest rising as the city lights blurred past him. Every red light felt like an insult, every passing second only fueling the fire within him. He wasn’t even sure what he planned to say when he got there. All he knew was that he had to see you.
Fifteen minutes. That’s all it took. The drive was a blur, his thoughts spiraling uncontrollably. Pulling up to the apartment complex, he barely noticed the quiet hum of the streetlights or the muffled sounds of life from nearby units. He killed the engine, stepped out, and shut the car door with a little too much force. His feet carried him forward, each stride fueled by determination. The number on your apartment door stared back at him, and without hesitation, he raised a fist and knocked.
The door cracked open. Your wide eyes met his, the soft light from inside casting a glow on your face. But before you could utter a word, Changbin pushed past you, his broad frame brushing against yours. The suddenness of it caught you off guard, a gasp slipping from your lips. The door clicked shut behind him, sealing the two of you in.
“Changbin?” you breathed, your voice laced with surprise and confusion.
He didn’t respond. The air between you grew thick, his eyes dark as they traced over your form. That same skimpy outfit from the photo hugged your figure, the fabric clinging to you in a way that made his fists clench. Every inch of him screamed with possessiveness, a silent demand to understand why you'd done it.
“You know exactly why I’m here,” he finally spoke, his voice low and rough.
There was no escaping the tension now. And as his gaze locked onto yours, you knew this conversation was far from over.
He took a step closer, the heat radiating from him like a warning. You backed up instinctively, your heart pounding in your chest. The shadows from the dimly lit apartment cast along his face, emphasizing the sharpness of his jawline and the intensity in his eyes.
"Why, huh?" He scoffed, voice dripping with frustration. "You think I wouldn't see it? Think I wouldn't care?"
You opened your mouth to respond, but the words stuck. Changbin didn’t wait for an answer. His hand brushed past yours, the warmth of his palm lingering just enough to make you shiver. He knew this apartment almost as well as Chan did—the layout was familiar. Without thinking, he made his way down the short hallway, his eyes never leaving yours.
The bedroom door creaked open, revealing the shared space you and Chan called yours. The lingering scent of his cologne still hung in the air. Changbin’s jaw clenched at the reminder, but he pushed it aside.
You stumbled slightly as he closed the door behind you, the soft click echoing in the silent room. His fingers brushed along the edge of the dresser, the tension simmering beneath the surface.
"You know what you do to me?" he asked, his voice low and rough. His chuckle held no humor, just the weight of his words. The way his eyes darkened sent a shiver through you, anticipation thick in the air.
"You think posting a photo of you in some lingerie on his lap wouldn't make me jealous?" he pushed you back onto the bed, the mattress dipping beneath you as he climbed on top, his movements rough and demanding.
"Changbin, what the fuck is wrong wit—" You’re cut off abruptly by a sharp slap to your cheek, the sting lingering as your skin turned red from where his palm had connected. His expression was dark, intense, as he hovered over you, silence heavy between the two of you.
"What's wrong with me? How about what's wrong with you..." He growled, his voice dripping with venom. "I know in that pretty little head of yours, you need me to ruin you." His words sent a rush of heat to your face as he slid his hands under your shirt, his touch possessive and commanding.
In less than a second, his hands were on you, tearing your clothes off with a brutal urgency, as if he had no patience left to wait. The fabric ripped easily under his forceful grip, and your skin shivered from the cold air that hit it so suddenly.
There was no softness in his touch, just raw, possessive need that sent a jolt of fear and excitement through you. Your heart raced, not just from anticipation, but from the sense of being overpowered, your body exposed and vulnerable in his hands.
He shoved you down to your knees roughly, the force of your knees hitting the floor creating a thud. His strength leaving you breathless for a moment. His eyes darkened as they scanned your exposed body, filled with a cold, possessive hunger.
You could feel the weight of his gaze, like he was claiming you without a word. He didn’t need to say anything—his stare was enough to make you feel small, helpless, and entirely his. His hand cupped your chin, tilting your head up slightly so you had no choice but to meet his gaze.
"Now your gonna suck this cock like the hungry slut you are..." when you open your mouth to protest his forceful words, he shoves his shaft past your lips and down your throat, elicting a sharo gag and a prickle of tears from you.
You start to whimper and whine around him, but all it does is make him harden in your mouth, stretching and molding your throat open to fit him.
"Fuck—yeah just like that" a groan rumbles through his chest as he threads his fingers through your hair and tightly grips it, fucking deeper into your throat.
When his eyes lock onto the tears dripping down the flesh of your soft cheeks, he coos, "Aww can that slutty mouth of yours not take it? Is it to much, baby?"
You hum a yes around him, letting out a small gag during the process. The vibrations you are making have his cock twitching.
Changbin takes a couple of deep breaths. He feels his high start to approach rather quickly, and he starts to increase his pace.
"Shit...holy shit I'm gonna cum—take it fuckin take it-" he moans, his hips pushing him deep into your mouth as his release flows down your throat.
The feeling is heavenly, but you'd never admit it to his face, Changbin was always one to be rough in your past relationship but never this rough so it was a bit shocking to see this side of him but god did you love it.
"Get up and on your stomach," he demanded, his grip tightening in your hair as he yanked you to your feet. The sharp tug sent a shiver down your spine, and before you could fully regain your balance, he pushed you toward the bed.
The mattress dipped beneath you as your hands caught your fall, the weight of his command lingering in the air.
When you're braced on your stomach, he quickly climbs on top of your form, locking his legs over yours, his body weight pinning yours to the bed as he strips his shirt off and tosses it to the floor.
He teasingly slips his tip through your folds, nudging at your sensitive bundle of nerves. He aligns up with your entrance and doesn't give you time to adjust before he's sliding into you, the stretch making you feel a burning but heavenly sensation.
Once he bottoms out, he quickly finds his pace, hips pistoning in and out of your cunt as the rooms filled with skin slapping and the lewd sounds of your slick on his cock.
"F-Fuck! Holy-" You cry out as he keep up his fast pace, his cock ramming into your sweet spot and making you gush more and more around him.
"God damn so fucking tight and so wet, all for me..." he moans out as he sits up with the help of his elbows before moving to change how he's laid immediately, not being able to satisfy himself with his body positioning.
Changbin's arm wraps around your neck, practically choking you as his cock rammed into your sopping cunt. He used his body weight to keep you pinned when you tried to squirm, but he knew no matter what, you wouldn't try to make him get off.
You felt your breath get cut off when he would occasionally squeeze. You wanted to scream, to yell at him to get off, but the pleasure was too good and you couldn't bare for it to stop, to leave you worked up and needy on yours and Chans shared bed.
You love Chan, you love how intimate and gentle he is during sex, but he never fucked you like this and you missed the rough pounding you always received before getting into a relationship with him.
You missed when you squirted and screamed during each orgasm and the way Changbin was angling himself into you during each thrust just enough to hit your sweet spot was heaven sent.
"Changbin-" You choke out as your hands come to grasp the muscled arm around your neck. Your air was slowly starting to cut off more and more, your mind slowly starting to fill with the guilt of cheating but it immediately flushes away when he rams into your g-spot so hard your eyes water.
"What's wrong slut, can't breathe?" He coos as he starts to thrust deeper, harder into you. Your juices starting to create a creamy ring around his base and making the dirtiest sounds.
"Gonna—cum!" You moan out as your orgasm floods over you, making you body tremble under him. When you cum around him, your walls squeeze down hard and your juices drip softly onto the bed.
You feel overestimulation start to creep up but his thrusts never falter, by the way his legs are shaking and he's a panting mess by your ear you know he's close.
"Yeah just like that fuck..you gonna let me fill this pussy up?" He grunts as his thrust pick up speed, you cry out as you thought his hips couldn't move any quicker, yet push into you any deeper.
"Gonna let me fill this whole with my seed for Chan to see when he gets back, you want him to see how much of an unloyal whore you are, huh baby?"
You hear his words and your eyes roll back, a second orgasm crashing through you before you can register. Your so numb that you don’t feel your release spray out of you and onto the sheets but Changbin feels it, he feels it splash his meaty thighs and he groans, that's what he needed for his orgasm.
After a couple more thrusts, you feel warmth spread inside you, his cum painting your walls white as he groans and pants into your ear. He slowly removes his arm from around you, pulling out with a groan as he sees the mixture of your release and his.
"God such a pretty mess for me, flip over f'me" he says with a pat to your ass cheek as he assist you onto your back.
One your comfortably laid out on your back he spreads your legs wide open, spitting on his hand before laying it across your clit.
He locks eyes with you and suddenly starts his quick movements, quickly and roughly rubbing his palm back and forth sloppily across your cunt.
You cry out at the overstimulation as another orgasm quickly approaches, causing your body to convulse and you squirt all over his hand, which makes him stop and quickly enter his middle finger and ring finger into your hole.
"God, he doesn't ruin you like this, does he?" He asks as he uses his left palm to hold down your stomach as he curls his right fingers inside you and starts to quickly pump them in it out.
After he's made you a mess, he gently removes his hand away, watching the string of slick connecting your cunt and his hand together.
He reaches for his phone off the nightstand and opens his camera app, capturing a photo of you laid out, sweaty, and spent before clicking share to Bangchan's contact.
He clicks send, adding on a message that reads, "pleased your girl for the night. Don't worry about it when you get home from the studio."
He looked down at the time, 8:30 p.m.
He looked down at your naked body, which I'd passed out cold on the sheets. He chuckles dryly before slipping his clothes on, walking out to the countertop by the front door. He grabs his keys that he had previously laid down before yours and his encounter.
Looking down at the many incoming messages from Chan before shutting off his phone and leaving out the apartment door with a proud smirk.
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𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥
Pairing: ex!FBIagent!Chan x FBIagent!afab!reader, slow burn, strangers to reluctant allies, nonidol au
Synopsis: he died. Everyone believed he did. But you found out. And whether you like it or not, keeping you alive is now his job.
Warnings: violence, onomatopoeia, switching btwn chris and chan (but its the same person), russian (there will be translations), mullet chan...
a/n: I liked this piece a lot actually, and I hope you do. dw, there will be more parts (relax...), uhh my longest so far? 5k words? yeahh..if you have extra eyes for errors, no you don't.
Christopher Bang is dead.
The world had been convinced that Christopher Bang was dead.