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You had never seen BangChan like this before. Eyes sharp and piercing even as you felt he looked right through you. It was the first time you truly felt scared of any of them.

Automatically you took a step back and raised your hands. "What wrong Chan? You are scaring me right now."

He didnt seem to hear you, or at least he didnt react at all, which set your heart racing faster and blood run colder as you realized something.

He didnt recognize you. He didnt see you. Chan was fully incubus right now, his anger fueling his demon and letting it take him over completely. This thing in front of you was what all the scary stories and legends were about. Incubus demon. Built to seduce, conquer, fuck, and kill. And you were its current target.

The door was behind you and slightly to your right. Just maybe, if you were fast and extremely lucky you could make it and open it to scream for one of the others. Maybe they would hear you if you screamed in here right now if you couldnt get to the door? You didnt know. But you had to try and get to that door. You had to try and get help, or you wouldn't make it out of this room alive.

Resisting the urge to look at the door you kept backing up slowly as he stalked toward you, a low, deep growl emitting from his throat now. You were dancing a dangerous dance with eachother, waiting to see who would make the first move.

And it would be you.

As soon as you hoped you were close enough to the door you braced your feet and spun around, wildly reaching for the handle.

Your fingers just grasped the cold metal and started to turn it when warmth envelopes your entire back and you are not so gently pinned against the door, a hand snaking around your neck tightly.

"Where are you going, little one?"

Terrified tears sprang from your eyes and your breath shook. The voice that came from the once familure man was not one you recognize. This was otherworldly. Deeper and smoother than even Felixs best and far more terrifying.

"Please, Chan. Let me go. Let me leave." You beg as his free hand glided down your arm and squeezed your wrist until you were forced to let the door handle go. "I dont want to do anything with you when you are like this. Please. Im saying no."

You felt his nose glide up the side of your face as he sniffed deeply. "Your fear smells wonderful. But I think I can do better."

You were spun around and slammed back against the door as the hand around your throat went to your jaw, gripping it bruisingly as he roughly kissed you, forcing his way into your mouth and biting at your lips hard enough to make them bleed. You whined and shoved against him with all your might, tears blurring your vision as you fought to get away from the monster in front of you.

He chuckled darkly and finally released your mouth. "Keep fighting, little one, and I'll have to tie you up and punish you." He warned pulling you tighter against him so you couldn't even get enough leverage to shove away anymore.

"Please Chan, please! Not like this! Please!" All pleas fell on ears that seemed to enjoy your begging. "HELP! HEL-!"

He jerked you away from the door, picked you up and slammed you face first onto the bed, pinning your hips down hard and causing a pained yelp to leave your chest right alongside a sob. "Please Chan!"

But all the incubus did was tsk in amusement. "What a bad girl. Im going to have to spank you. Make sure you're never bad again." He explained.

It's not like they hadn't spanked you before. Hell more often than not you were spanking them. They seemed to like the aggressive treatment after everyone around them is so delicate and polite all the time. But you had a feeling this wouldn't be as pleasurable as the last times. And it certainly wouldn't be consensual.

The first thing he did was literally tear off your jeans and undies leaving you bare bottomed under him pinned so thoughoughly that you couldn't do anything to stop what was coming but sob and cry, begging and praying for this all to stop.

The slap, when it came, was hard and filled the room with its sound. The pain came not a second later and had you crying out loudly, almost screaming. No this wasn't what you usually did with them. Spanks that were more sound than pain, leaving only slight tingles and stinging. Barely red left after play. This was pure punishment meant to cause only pain.

You kicked and tried to twist away, begging anew but the hits kept coming and you kept screaming, the burning and throbbing only getting worse as you choked on your own sobs.

You never heard the door open, but suddenly he was no longer hitting you, no longer pinning you down to the bed. His heat was even gone, leaving only the burning heat his hand left on your backside and a new heat pulling you up and away from the bed urgently but careful of your injuries.

For a split second you panicked even more, believing it was Chan grabbing you to drag you to more pain, more terror.

But then you recognized Seungmin through your tears and pulled on his shirt.

"Get me out of here! Please get me out!" You urgently plead through the uncontrollable, gut wrenching sobs coming out of you. Your words barely recognizable through them.

He must have understood enough because he swept you quickly from whatever chaos was going on in the room. Quickly entering another room and locking the door, even bolting it shut. "I got you, baby." He was whispering even as he moved.

Stepping into the room he immediately pulled a blanket off the bed and burritos you in it, settling you on your side so the bruises on your butt wouldn't get irritated further.

He didnt leave you though. He crouched on the side of the bed in front of your face and stroked your hair so gently with his long thin fingers. "You are safe now. I won't let anything happen. I've got you." He was still whispering soothing promises.

"He- Chan, he-" You tried to say but couldn't get the words out. Couldn't form the terror into something as simple as words.

"Shh, shh! I know, we saw enough. He's not here. The others have him. He won't get to you again. I'll keep you safe, I promise."

You could only nod, still sobbing so hard you were starting to gag yourself.

"Hey, hey! Deep breaths now, okay. You're safe here. Deep breaths." He swiped at your cheek with his thumb so softly you barely felt it, making a show of breathing so you could copy him. "Thats it. That's my good baby girl. Keep breathing. I've got you."

Finally after an undetermined amount of time your sobs quieted to hiccups and Seungmin took a tissue from the nightstand to clean and dry your face.

You could finally see him properly, though occasionally blurred again with a stray tear, you could see him. He looked concerned and soft. His face smoothed purposely into a mask of gentle and soothing as much as he could. You just kept looking at his face, busying your mind with memorizing it so your thoughts wouldn't stray back into horrible memories.

Eventually your face was determined to be clean and dry enough and he threw away the balled up tissues he had used before looking at you with soft eyes. "Is it okay if I unwrap you to apply some medicine? It will help with the pain and I'll be quick and gentle, I promise. I only want to make the pain go away."

You nodded and layed obediently still and pliable as he unwrapped you and rolled you over his lap after he joined you on the bed.

You used his thigh as a pillow and watched as he reached into the bedside drawer to remove a black tub of cream before his hand and arm disappeared with it behind you again.

"We use this mostly on bruises we get dancing and such in between feedings. It works really well for numbing and soothing the pain. And it helps the bruises heal faster." He explained as the small squeak of the lid being opened tickled your eardrums.

The smell hit you before he even started applying the medicine and you nearly gagged again. He chuckled above you. "Yeah, doesn't smell the best, but once your skin absorbs it the smell goes away, thankfully. So you dont end up smelling like it." His first touch was hesitant and small, just two fingertips. You reacted slightly at the touch, but didn't stop him. This was Seungmin. Not his demon, but him. There was no need to be scared anymore.

The medicine worked quickly, numbing your burning, stinging cheeks in seconds and leaving only a pleasant cool sensation behind.

When he was done, Seungmin wrapped you in the blanket again, now loosely holding you against him so you were spooning.

"I'm so sorry." He whispered.

You shook your head. "Not now." You weren't ready to get into it right now. Right now you needed to get back into a good headspace. Clear the lingering fears and feel less like you were crumbling at the seams.

You must have dozed off because the next thing you knew you were alone again on the bed and Seungmin was standing protectively in front of you.

"Get out!" He growled at someone you couldn't see.

"I'm ok now. I just wanted-" Chans voice sent a cold wash through you and you quickly sat up and scooted away from it. Tears already gathering on your lashes and cheeks.

"I don't care what you want! Get out! You don't get to see her after what you did to her!"

"Just let me see her! Let me explain!"

There was a step and Seungmin lunged forward to struggle with Chan, trying to shove him from the room. "She doesn't want to hear it!"

Seungmin was right. You weren't ready to see or hear Chan yet. The terror still too fresh. The memories still too close to the surface.

But he shoved Seungmin away and stepped closer, giving you a full view of him. He looked slightly flushed from the struggle, but otherwise the same as before. Minus the sinister demon smile. It was still the same body, the same person that attacked you. The demon was still there. Somewhere.

You sob and scramble away. Off the bed and under the desk on the other side of the room. As far from Chan as you could get. Primal fear making you more prey than you had ever been with your not father. You ball up and press into the wall, burning bottom cheeks ignored as they rubbed on the rough carpet.

"Y/n...I'm sorry. I'm back to myself again, I promise." He softly spoke to you. He moved around the bed and reached for you, palm up and fingers open and relaxed. The same fingers that wrapped around your throat. The same palm that caused so much pain. He was on and off blurred by your tears as you tried to blink them rapidly away, not wanting to lose sight of the danger.

"NO PLEASE! GO AWAY! GO AWAY!" You screamed shocking him into stopping. Paused 6 feet away from you and still too close.

"I'm not going to hurt you."

"You already did! Look at her!" Seungmin had recovered and placed himself in between you and Chan again. "Just get out! She clearly doesn't want you here. She has every right to never want to see you again, and if you care about her at all, you will respect her wishes."

There was a pregnant pause before you heard steps as Chan finally listens to Seungmin and leaves, door shutting behind him.

As soon as it was clear, Seungmin was spinning and facing you, crouched on the floor. "I'm sorry! I dont know how he got in, but he wont sneak in again!" He promised gathering you up and placing you gently on the bed again.

You just nod, gripping his shirt tightly and trying to stop sobbing again.

"I'm going to pack up and call a car. Take you to a different hotel tonight. Somewhere he isn't. He won't know where you are."

As Seungmin flew around the room the door opened again and you gasped and screamed, flipping to face the new person. Seungmin was back with you in an instant, soothing over the side of your head and hair.

"Shh, shh, its Han not Chan. You're safe." He whispered to you, kissing your temple.

Han appeared and stopped a good ways away, sadly watching the scene. Assessing. "You're leaving." He observed when Seungmin pulled away from you again to continue packing.

"She doesn't want to see him and he already forced his way in once."

"You know he didn’t mean it. Any of it." Han tried to play devils advocate, causing Seungmin to pause and glare at him, a white shirt balled in his fist tightly.

"I don’t care if he did or not. All I care about-all any of you should care about-is Y/n! She has been through enough!"

"He feels horrible."

"Good. Let him." With that Seungmin helped you put on a loose pair of pants and lifted you up with one arm, cradling you and carrying the bags with his other arm. "Will you grab her stuff?"

Han looked at him a second more, then his eyes flicked to you. Whatever he saw there made his mind up and he turned to grab your things from your room.

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Seonghwa’s eyes immediately zoom in on the sliver of skin between your baggy sleep shirt and shorts. Oh, how he loves to run the pads of his fingers over the soft flesh when you cannot move an inch. He can’t help it, he’s addicted to you. His index finger slips under the waistband and he immediately gasps and pulls back. 

The sleep paralysis demon’s gaze descends to your ample thighs that are on display for him with your blankets practically kicked off. His hands squeeze and massage the skin there. There’s plenty for him to touch, pushing one leg a little upwards so he can feel the soft skin of your inner thigh. 

Seonghwa has to stop, he knows he does. He’s only ever admired your soft skin, he’s never gone beyond a touch in your innocent areas. 

But tonight, you let out the tiniest whimper. It’s barely there in the night air before it’s gone, but Seonghwa fucking heard it.

In an instant, Seonghwa’s straddling your body on the bed, hands pushing up your shirt, both palms sliding up your ribs. He stops just barely under your breasts, before he can cup you. He breathes in deeply, eyes fluttering shut as he attempts to get himself under control.

You’re his beautiful dark angel and temptation itself. Typically, he’d be fine terrifying the shit out of you, or anyone for that matter. But one of these nights he had caught the whiff of arousal from you and it had intrigued him. Had you gotten off in an attempt to fall into a deeper sleep and avoid him? 

Or… he allowed himself the thought that he was the object of your desire. Imagine if during the tiny moments of shadows clinging to him, his eyes white pinpricks in the otherwise dark room, you were rubbing one out to him?!

Seonghwa swallows loudly and his hands creep that half an inch until he’s carefully bouncing your tits in his palms. He licks his lips at the thought of your nipples. He’s yet to touch or see them and he’s almost drooling for the chance. 

“Did you really think a silly dreamcatcher was going to keep me away, hmmm?” Seonghwa hums mockingly. “I’m much more powerful than a trinket.”

With an almost petty push, Seonghwa shoves your shirt upwards. His thumb flicks your soft nipples, making them pert with the touch. It’s not long before Seonghwa’s extended his lanky body along yours, all thoughts of holding back gone. His tongue is wrapped around your nipple, sucking greedily. His fingers have finally shoved under your waistband and have been teasing and tempting your outer and inner lips with brief touches. 

Your breathing has quickened at the pleasure that Seonghwa offers. You can’t move as the paralysis demon takes advantage of the moment that he haunts you. You’re wet and Seonghwa smirks to himself. His beautiful dark angel is enjoying what he’s doling out. 

He pops off your nipple to watch your face as he finally, treacherously, circles your clit with his middle finger. Your eyes race behind your lids and your eyebrows faintly furrow at the tease. 

“Do you like that, Angel?” Seonghwa murmurs into the shell of your ear, eyes hooded in lust for you. 

The paralysis demon becomes addicted to the way your hips twitch upwards as he edges you with brief touches to your clit, every so often moving back to your hole to sweep up some more wetness and to go back to circling your clit. It’s slowly rising from its hood, and your breathing is getting faster. 

Your quiet noises escalate to something a little bit more louder, a little bit more fearful. Seonghwa feels the tendrils of your horror feeding him and his eyes snap upwards to your face. That moment that used to be when he fed from you came without his knowledge. Your eyes were open and fully capable of seeing him touching you in such a taboo manner.

Before Seonghwa can control his powers, he snaps out of existence, a pure instinctual reaction to his worry. For he had not intended to feed on your fear that evening, while touching you so intimately.

You sit up and gasp, bringing a hand to your chest, clearly to calm your beating heart. “What the hell?” You cry out, unsure exactly what that had been all about.

Your eyes find the broken dreamcatcher beside your pillow and you whimper for a different reason. Seonghwa can’t help but close his eyes and breathe in your delicious terror. You fed him quite well, even though it wasn’t the normal quiet build up of fear. 

“Seriously, what the fuck?” You shout louder, throwing the broken dreamcatcher. “Am I broken too?”

Seonghwa chuckles to himself, not like you could hear him regardless, but it’s the quiet kind of chuckle that only comes from a man that’s satisfied with a bewildered but turned on partner. 

“You’re perfect for me, not broken, angel,” He says in the mirror to your world that is the demon realm. 

You gather your blankets around yourself and with a huff, close your eyes tight and attempt to go back to sleep. But your heart is still beating wildly. Seonghwa can feel it pulsating. You definitely weren’t feeding him anymore, which meant…

Seonghwa leans forward, over the bed, and hears a soft gasp come from you. Were you…? 

A diabolical grin pulls at the sleep paralysis demon’s face. You were finishing what he started. He leaves your room with a newfound confidence. Tomorrow night would be a whole different story. 

When your sleep paralysis demon visits you next, excitement thrums through his veins. He’s always excited to see his beautiful dark angel but this time, knowing that you crave him like he craves you, brings newness to his visit. 

He smells the air and then laughs condescendingly. “Sage? Really, Angel?” He sees the circle of salt around your bed as well. Why were you playing hard to get when you got so wet at his inquiring touches? Seonghwa clucks his tongue at you. You deserve punishment for trying to stop him. 

This time, as he crawls on the bed, he pinches your nipple roughly through your shirt in passing and then begins to undo the belt to his pants. He’s imagined pushing his cock into your pliant mouth a million and one times. He feels himself get hard as the anticipation gets to him.

“There’s my girl,” He coos at you, smearing his cockhead against your lips. 

Capturing your chin between his thumb and index finger, he drops your jaw and pushes past your precum smothered lips. His roll into the back of his head as your warm and wet mouth encompasses his length. His eagerness to fit himself entirely into you causes you to choke, having shoved too deeply into your mouth. He lets out a desperate cry. The feeling of your throat desperately trying to swallow him has his heart speeding up as well. 

He can’t help himself, really, as his pelvis presses flush with your lips. The sweet, wet, choking noise you continue to make becomes music to his ears. Spit is starting to spill out of the corner of your lips and the blowjob is only getting messier. Seonghwa has to reign himself back in before he explodes in your mouth. That’s not how he wants his first time with you to go. 

“Such a temptation, Angel,” He murmurs, lovingly wiping the mixture of his precum and your spit from your chin. 

Your eyes are open now and Seonghwa grins wildly. “There you are. Just in time. I want you to watch while I take your body exactly where you want to go.”

You make weak noises of distress and Seonghwa is fed with your fear. He closes his eyes and drinks in your offerings. “I’ll repay the favor, don’t you worry.”

Seonghwa removes your sleep shorts and thumbs your clit through your underwear. He barely touches you but a wet spot appears through your grey panties. “Did you get wet from taking me so well in your mouth? Ugh, you’re so perfect,” Seonghwa whispers reverently. 

Your breath is coming out in short, panicked spurts. Seonghwa licks his lips lazily. “I know what you did after I touched you last night, Angel. You liked how I played with you while you slept and while you couldn't move.”

You let out another noise, this one of clear disagreement, which causes Seonghwa to chuckle. “Of course you did. Why else would I be drawn to you, to feed from your fear?”

Your sleep paralysis demon pushes aside your panties and ruts his cock along your wet folds. He doesn’t need to coat himself in anything, your mouth having done a damn good job, but he likes the way your breath hitches and your thighs clench with your restricted movement. 

“Your throat took me so well, I’m sure your pussy will as well,” Seonghwa hums in contentment. 

You both let out a moan in unison as he enters your sopping cunt. The stretch is something for you, and you clench down on his length. 

“Oh yes,” Seonghwa hisses, feeling your walls fight his girth. “I’ll fuck you for every inch.”

His hips rock forward, opening you up for him. Seonghwa leans forward, running a finger down your cheek. “So good for me. I’ll make sure you come this time, Angel. I promise.”

You let out a whine. Seonghwa can’t help but press his body against yours, leaving all his weight on you. He likes the way your soft curves feel against him. You let out more distressed noises. 

“You’re going to come so hard, angel. Breath restriction’s a bit of my area of expertise,” Seonghwa chuckles. 

Seonghwa continues to thrust into you and this time, the noises you make are tiny little cries of pleasure. “You gonna come? You gonna come for me?” He leans so that he can whisper the next part against the shell of your ear. “Come apart for me, Angel.”

You let out a long, drawn out moan as your climax hits you like an avalanche. It takes your breath away. You can’t close your eyes as it sweeps Seonghwa away as well. He lets out a loud cry, back arching as he unloads directly into you. Those terrifying pinpricks of light disappear but the darkness continues to consume you. Your vision starts to dim and you make a panicked screech.

“Oh fuck,” Seonghwa curses, and he lifts himself off of you. 

You suck in greedy breaths of air as the weight of your chest is lifted. In through your nose and out. You whine and whimper at the terrifying experience.

But all Seonghwa can focus on is the dark, viscous fluid that’s leaking from your pretty cunt. His lips part in awe. “My cum looks so good dripping from your pussy, Angel.”

Then suddenly, your sleep paralysis demon is gone. You can move now but the first thing you do is groan and put your head in your hands. Had you actually enjoyed that?! You let out a yelp, as sitting up has encouraged the foreign fluid in between your legs to gush out even more. 

“What the fuck?” is still the only thing you can manage. Because seriously, what the fuck was going on right now?

Your sleep paralysis demon had fucked you. You had come because of it. You shudder and you're not sure what's the cause: excitement or terror. Or maybe it's a little bit of both.

You and Chan were finally taking a vacation, a break from the press and the cameras and the many nights away from each other. It was exhausting, and you finally convinced your boyfriend to leave the laptop at home and spend a week in his hometown with you. Of course, he didn’t even think twice about being all alone with you for a week, but it was a little hard to convince him to leave his laptop.

You two rented a small private beach house, as you’ve been begging to go to the beach for a while, away from prying eyes and any stray swimmers. It was day two, and Chan spent the first day showing you around all his favorite places. The first day was really fun, Chan told you so many stories about his childhood and you met his family as well. His mother was very sweet and his dad was really welcoming, and you got to see where Chan got his cooking from.

What you didn’t know was that by day two, all Chan wanted to do was be inside of you.

You were currently spread out on your back, feet facing the headboard and head facing the large glass doors that lead to the balcony, with a large view of the beach. Chan was on top of you, one leg over his shoulder and his hand pressing down on your lower abdomen as he fucked you deep and slow. You had already cum twice, but Chan showed no signs of stopping any time soon.

“Come on baby, you wanted to see the beach, so look at it…” He panted, grabbing your chin with his other hand and pushing your head back to hang off the edge of the bed, and you were now looking out at the beach, just upside down.

His eyes flicked back down between you, watching himself slide in and out of your sopping cunt. You were letting out pathetic moans, gasping as your body shuttered against him, back arching off the bed.

He slipped a thumb between your lips, leaning closer and grunting as he thrust deeper and deeper, hitting that perfect spot, your eyes rolling into the back of your skull as your moaned around his finger. He smeared your saliva across your cheek, chuckling lowly at how fucked out you looked.

His hand trailed down a bit, wrapping around your throat and applying pressure, just enough to make you feel dizzy with pleasure.

“fffffuck…you’re so wet…” He groaned, slowing down and grinding deeper, dirtier.

You whined, the pleasure running through your whole body all at once.

“I should just keep you in here all week…shit…be inside you this whole fuckin’ vacation…” He whispered, kissing the valley between your breasts, pulling a moan from your throat.

“Please~” You managed to whimper.

”Yeah? Is that what you want baby?” He asked, picking up the pace of his thrusts.

You nodded to the best of your ability, just letting out pathetic whimpers.

“Tell me what you want…” He demanded, but you couldn’t speak, you felt like you were gonna explode.

But he wasn’t having any of that, so he slowed down.

You practically screamed, whining like you were about to cry.

He leaned over your body, bringing his face close to yours to rasp in your ear. “You know the rules.”

“F-fuck me…every damn day of this vacation…” You whimpered.

“Yeah?” He smirked.

“Yes! Please baby…please I need it… I missed you so fucking much…” You cry out, trailing a hand down his abs.

“mmmyeah…I missed you too baby…now take everything I give you…” He kissed your forehead before practically plowing you through the mattress.

“Fuck~!” You moaned as he drilled into your dripping cunt, filling the room with the sound of slapping skin and porno level moans.

“Ooooh fuck…you don’t know what you do to me. You have no fucking idea.” Chan panted, sweat beading across his forehead.

You moaned like it hurt, hands gripping his shoulders, nails digging in and dragging across his back hard enough to draw blood, but he loved it. He loved the fact that you felt just as much pleasure as he did, that you were just as addicted. You were all his, and he was all yours.

“Fuck…I’m so close- fuck, please~!” You cried, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes as the pleasure built higher and higher, but there was something else you felt, deep in your abdomen.

“I got you baby, come on…fucking give it to me.” He growled, grabbing your face as your moans reached higher and higher.

“Shit- Chan I feel like I’m gonna-!” You started, but Chan didn’t let you finish.

“It’s okay baby, let go, come on…” He grunted, hips starting to stutter as he thrusted harder and faster, making your vision whiten at the edges.

“Fuck-!” You cried out before feeling something burst, your legs shaking violently as you screamed out in pleasure. You came many many times with Chan, and even more so in your life in general, but something was different this time. It was longer, and it felt even more intense, pulling loud, choked moans out of your throat.

Chan gripped your hip hard enough to bruise as his thrusts stuttered once more, his cock spilling into your cunt as his let out a deep moan, voice cracking through the end of it.

“Fuck baby…” He said breathlessly, slowing to a stop and releasing your face.

You were boneless, your muscles rendered utterly useless as you caught your breath for a second.

You finally found the strength to look up, planting your elbows on the bed and looking between you both.

“Oh shit.” You both were soaked. The sheets were completely soiled, and you were laying in a puddle of your own juices. Both of your bodies were shiny with wetness, dripping where your bodies connected.

Chan smiled like he won the lottery. “Never made you do that before…” He licked his lips.

“Did I squirt?” You asked.

Chan chuckled at your innocence. “Yeah baby, you did, and it was so fucking hot.” He knew exactly what to say to make sure any embarrassment wasn’t felt.

You smiled. “I’ve never done that before…like, ever.” You said shyly.

“Yeah? Well did you like it?” He asked, smiling in awe as he ran his hands up and down the sides of your waist.

“Yeah…I liked it a lot.” You blushed.

“Well then good thing we have this entire vacation to make sure you do that as much as you want.” He smirked, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

You smiled, wrapping your arms around him. “Round four in a minute?” You ask.

“Give me five, then we’ll go all damn night.”

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You flinched when his palm pressed flat against your stomach, holding you still. "Relax," he murmured, just for you, before raising his voice for the audience.

"See how tense she is? That's normal. First time jitters, right, kitten?" His other hand ghosted up your inner thigh, teasing, "Gonna take it slow, pay attention."

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Chan laughed, breath warm against your ear as he leaned in to read them aloud. "They're obsessed with you already," he whispered, nipping your lobe before addressing the stream again.

"Alright, number one: how to tell she's ready." His fingers trailed lower, feather light, tracing patterns that made your breath hitch. "See how she’s arching into my hand? That’s your green light. don't rush — unless she asks for it."

You gasped when his thumb circled where you were hottest, the fabric of your underwear still frustratingly in place. "Chan—" His name slipped out before you could stop it, and the chat lost it entirely, hearts and dollar signs flooding the screen.

"Yeah? ," he coaxed, dragging his knuckles against you just hard enough to make your hips jerk.

His fingers curled under the edge of your underwear, not pulling them aside yet— just teasing the promise of it, letting the tension coil tighter in your stomach.

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“See that?” His thumb stroked slow circles just above where you ached. “They’re begging for you.”

You whimpered when he finally hooked a finger under the fabric, dragging it to the side slowly. The cool air of the room hit your skin, making you shiver — or maybe that was the way his breath hitched when he got his first proper look.

“Fuck,” he exhaled, low, “That’s what you want to see before you even think about touching.”

he dragged the pad of his thumb through the slick heat between your thighs. "shit," he muttered, more to himself than the stream, before angling his wrist to give the camera a better view. The wet glide of his skin against yours was obscenely loud in the quiet room, punctuated only by the occasional ping of another donation notification.

You bit down hard on your lip, hips twitching when his fingertip circled your entrance without pushing in. You could see the corner of his mouth tilt up as he watched you squirm. "Patience, kitten," he chided, though his own breathing wasn’t entirely steady.

"Gotta make sure you're fully ready f'me," he said, dragging his finger down to collect more wetness before bringing it back up to swirl around your clit.

His fingertips trailed back down, skirting your heat deliberately, and you whimpered when he paused just shy of touching you properly. “Chat, tell me — how many of you would’ve just shoved two fingers in by now?”

jinnieinabottle: guilty

quokktoobig: BOOOO

Chan shook his head, clicking his tongue. “Amateurs. Watch.” His index finger finally dipped between your folds, dragging through slickness in one slow, filthy stroke.

Your breath hitched when his fingertip finally pressed inside— just the tip, just enough to make your hips jerk forward instinctively. "Easy," Chan murmured, his free hand splayed across your stomach to hold you still. The stretch burned sweetly, his finger working in achingly slow increments. "See how she’s taking me?" He angled his wrist to give the camera a better view, the wet shine of your arousal glistening under the ring light. "Tight, but not tense. That’s the difference."

Chan's finger curled inside you experimentally, the pad of it dragging against your walls with a practiced laziness that made your toes curl. Then— there. The sudden pressure against that one spot sent a jolt up your spine, your back arching off his lap and an embarrassingly loud moan spilled from your lips.

His grin was instant, sharp with triumph even as his voice dropped into that faux sympathetic tone "Oh? Was that it?" he teased, circling the spot again just to watch your thighs tremble. "You can say it, baby. We’re all friends here."

"Y-yes," you gasped, the word fracturing as Chan's finger crooked inside you again, relentless in its precision.

Chan only hummed, low and approving, his breath warm against your ear. "Good girl," he murmured, the praise curling around you like smoke. "Now tell them where." His fingertip pressed harder, deliberate, and your hips stuttered against his hand. "Right—right there, fuck—"

The stream's audio picked up your sharp inhale as Chan crooked his finger just right again, “Watch the angle,” Chan instructed to the stream twisting his wrist to demonstrate. “You’re not finger fucking a thanksgiving turkey.”

His free hand slid up to palm your breast through your shirt, thumb rolling over your nipple. “And always, always keep the rest of her involved.”

slave4u: me next me next

quokktoobig: bro she’s literally shaking

The stretch burned brighter when his second finger pressed alongside the first, his palm tilting to ease the way. You gasped, fingers twisting in the sheets, but Chan’s free hand caught yours, lacing your fingers together as he squeezed reassurance. "Breathe," he murmured, just for you, before shifting back into instructor mode for the stream.

"See how she’s opening up for me? That’s the rhythm you want— press in on her exhale." His fingers retreated slightly, then pushed back in deeper, the drag of his knuckles against your walls drawing a shaky moan from your throat.

"thereee you go," he praised, thumb circling your clit, the dual stimulation had your hips rocking helplessly, but his grip on your hand tightened, holding you still. "None of that," he chided, though his voice was warm with amusement. "Let me do the work. yea?" His fingers curled again.

"That’s the motion— come here, chat, look close." He angled the camera down, his fingers glistening as they moved inside you.

“You wanna speed up?” he asked you, and the sincerity in his voice— like he’d stop if you said no. he would.

"yes— hnnng —please don't stop," you managed, the words catching in your throat as his fingers twisted deeper. He turned back to the camera. "Hear that, chat? Consent is always sexy." His fingers sped up,

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lixonfire: TELL HER SHE'S PRETTY WHEN SHE CUMS

Chan laughed breathlessly. "Oh, she knows," he said, but his thumb rolled over your clit with renewed focus, The coil in your stomach tightened, your muscles fluttering around his fingers, and his breath hitched. "There it is," he breathed, "That's it, let go. I've got you."

and it's like you came on command, your back arching off his chest as pleasure crackled through your nerves.

Chan's fingers slowed, gentling you through it, his praise a warm murmur under the chaos of the chat. "Fuck, look at her," he told the stream, his voice rough with awe. "wait for her to ride it out, don't be greedy" His fingers slowed before stilling completely and slipping out of you with a soft, obscene sound, and you shuddered, oversensitive and boneless against him.

You twitched when his fingertips brushed your knee, oversensitive and still thrumming. Chan noticed, and his smirk softened into something warmer. "You good?" he murmured, leaning in close enough that his breath ghosted over your ear. The question was private, just for you, but the microphone caught it anyway,

cumdump404: i think he's in love with her

You nodded, swallowing hard, and Chan’s grin turned wicked again as he straightened. "She says she’s good," he announced to the stream, winking at the camera.

"And that," Chan announced, dragging his damp fingers across your thigh one last time for the camera's benefit, "is today's lesson." he pulled your now soaked panties back on you and gave it a little pat.

"Say goodbye, chat. Our star needs a break." His palm settled warm against your stomach as he nudged you gently. "Wave bye, kitten."

You lifted a trembling hand toward the camera, fingers fluttering in a weak approximation of a wave.

slave4u: pls bring her back next stream

jinnieinabottle: bye angel

quokktoobig: I just came so hard rn

lixonfire: holy shit that was so hot

Chan's laugh was low and pleased as he leaned into frame, his free hand adjusting the camera angle to capture the both of you— his face, smug and satisfied, and your body still loose limbed with pleasure. "Next time, maybe we'll teach you how to make her beg," he mused, winking at the lens before tapping the screen to end the stream.

a/n: I wanna make a long fic ab this...