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milkteabinniechan · 2 days
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you're my baby, say it to me
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MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY | ☕
warnings: mentions of menstruation, panty grinding, aftercare <33
a/n: I just needed a soft chan for when I am going through it during that time of the month. This is purely self indulgent :((
Soft Channie who sings your favorite songs while you rest. The strumming of the guitar like soft kisses. Soft Channie who makes your favorite drink, perfect amount of cream and sugar, to ease your cramps.
Soft Channie who massages your feet while you talk about your latest TV show, all the drama happening between your favorite characters. Soft Channie who listens intently, pressing his palms into the palm of your feet, telling you how cute you look when you talk about your interests.
Soft Channie who cautiously grinds on top of your panties, knowing even the slightest stimulation will help your menstrual pain. Holding his shirt between his teeth, he slowly thrusts his hips into your soft, clothes cunt.
Soft Channie who lets small, pathetic whimpers leave his lips, careful not to push you too far or thrust too quickly. Soft Channie who is desperate to cum, his tip swollen and red against your fabric. Your clit poking through ever so slightly, to brush against it.
Soft Channie with impatient beads of cum forming at the tip. The shaft of his cock pulsating faster. You grab his face and force him to make eye contact, knowing it will be the end of him
Soft Channie who pours himself on top of you. Covering and coating you entirely. Soft Channie who apologizes again and again for making such a mess, kissing and cleaning you profusely.
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thevampywolf · 3 days
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𝐀 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐌𝐚𝐧
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☆ Genre: Idol!Chan, angst, fluff
☆ Warnings: None
☆ Request: No
☆ Characters: Chan, Y/N (Changbin, Hyunjin, Han)
☆ Word Count: 3k
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He wasn't depressed.
Chan clicked onto the left button of his mouse. His hand moved slightly with the small device as he located the new folder he had just created, and he right clicked the mouse before pasting a file into it. His laptop screen was dark as it started to transfer his file, and Chan could see his reflection painted clearly in front of him. Dark rings hugged the skin below his eyes, and his brows were so tense they almost appeared to form a single, harsh line across his forehead. His lips were swollen and chapped from chewing them, and seeing his own face looking back at him, Chan couldn't help but bite his lower lip again with perplexity.
Chan looked down at his hand on the mouse as he waited. He wiggled his dry fingers; pain shot through the middle of his wrist and up into his forearm like a fiery shooting star. He winced and removed his hand before pinching the bridge of his nose as he exhaled slowly.
Now that he wasn't focusing on his work, Chan could feel everything that was wrong with himself and his environment. At some point unbeknownst to him, the triangular lights above his bed had switched off, as had the two round ones on either side of his TV. He was in complete darkness bar the glow from his laptop, and it was suddenly very uncomfortable. Alongside that the man felt as though the entirety of his back and shoulders were slowly being pulverised beneath a sledgehammer; Chan thumped the curve of his shoulders with his fist - a feeble attempt at trying to remove the throbbing pain. It didn't work, and he slumped back against his chair, his head falling backwards in mild annoyance.
Chan loved his work. Or so he constantly told himself … he enjoyed the process of creating something out of nothing; but most of all, he enjoyed how it distracted him from everything around him.
And with a mind that worked overtime like his, Chan needed a distraction whenever he could get one. Perhaps it was a not so positive quality of his - he didn't really want to acknowledge that part of himself - but on most occasions, Chan would much rather shove all his ailments to the back of his mind and lock the door after them before they seeped out again. He was prone to getting too caught up in the intricate web of his mind; he wasn't sure if it was due to a lack of self control, or if maybe some part of him enjoyed torturing himself with the possibilities of things that he knew deep down would never come to pass. Either way, Chan didn't particularly want to deal with his brain at all.
Perhaps he was a little depressed.
Chan blinked slowly as his file continued to load. It was a large file - larger than he had initially participated. He had been working on it for hours on end, and even though he was somewhat satisfied with the outcome, Chan wasn't exactly happy. These days, it seemed as though everything to do with his work that had once filled the emptiness inside of him had started to not be enough. There was a hole inside of him, and as the days went by, Chan was beginning to feel hollow and unsatisfied.
Of course, that only made him work harder. Chan wasn't the biggest advocate of admitting things to himself, and he wasn't about to accept how making music didn't feel the same to him anymore. Even listening to it had begun to feel like work, rather than pleasure. It irritated him - and so he was trapped in a continuous cycle of working, hating it, and working harder.
Chan was snapped out of his mental darkness when a loud, high pitched cackle sounded from outside his bedroom; a fit of giggles followed, and the corners of Chan's lips turned up at the sound of Y/N laughing over Changbin’s laughter. A muffled chaos broke out as Hyunjin and Jisung joined in, and Chan's smile grew at the sound as he slumped back against his seat.
A bubble of annoyance aimed at himself popped inside his body. He really should have listened to Y/N and joined in with them instead of being cooped up inside his bedroom the entire evening. But he had shut her out as per usual, and told her he wanted - needed - to work. He had expected her to leave; but Y/N had stayed outside of his bedroom, telling him she would stay until he had finished. If she couldn't convince him to stop working, perhaps she could stay and show him how silly he was being.
It was nearly one in the morning, and Chan's eyes stung as he stole another glance at the list of files on his laptop.
He really despised himself sometimes. He didn't understand why he found it so difficult to push his work aside. Perhaps it was pride; he told himself it was because he was the leader, he had to set a good example. He had to keep working otherwise things would crumble. But no … perhaps it was because he knew joining in with his friends would bring the vulnerability out of him.
And he couldn't let that happen. He had to be strong. He had to be a pillar of support for the people around him.
He couldn't show his weaknesses. He didn't want to.
But Y/N … there was something about her. She didn't exactly push his boundaries. But she always managed to draw the softness out of him without her even realising it. Whenever Chan was around her, he could feel the tough exterior he was trying to build around himself starting to melt. With her, he didn't have to pretend to be strong all the time. She never expected him to, either.
And that terrified him. His feelings for her confused him at the best of times; he never understood how it was possible to feel so strongly for another human being. A part of him thought it was something that he wouldn't ever experience, that love wasn't written in the stars for him. And he hadn't expected to find it in Y/N out of all people; it hit him out of the blue like an episodic wave, and it swept him completely off of his feet.
He wasn't used to it. He wasn't used to his feelings being reciprocated.
In return, Chan kept pushing Y/N away. It constantly surprised him that she was still by his side despite how aloof he had been towards her. Other people would have given up on him by now, but not Y/N. She was always there with her pearls of wisdom and her sweet, warm smile.
Chan closed his eyes as her familiar face rose in his mind. Why did he do this to himself? Why couldn't he surrender himself fully and accept her help when he needed it? He was too stubborn, too proud to admit that he wasn't invincible - perhaps he thought accepting help was a sign of weakness, something he was too good for.
Chan rubbed the back of his hand over his cheek. It came away wet, and he sniffed, drawing the cuffs of his hoodie over his fingers.
In truth, the man was sure he was losing his sanity day by day. All his years of holding everything in, all his worries, his problems, everything he had bottled up inside of him was starting to have negative effects on both his mind and his body. The figurative bottle was too small; it seemed as though the lid was starting to pop off, and everything that Chan had pushed away was beginning to trickle out of him, and he couldn't stop it.
Another bubble of laughter erupted from beyond his room, and unable to keep himself away any longer, Chan shut his laptop. He pushed his seat back and groaned inwardly as he stood up; he clasped his hands over his lower back and stretched backwards as much as he could. The man's pace was slow as he crossed the small distance from his desk to his bed, and he fumbled around before switching on his violet lights again. He shuffled to the door of his bedroom.
Chan smiled softly as he leaned against his dooframe. Changbin, Hyunjin, Jisung and Y/N were sitting on the floor, huddled around the table in the middle of the room as they played a card game together. Pizza boxes were stacked on the side; Chan's stomach rumbled as he stared at them. He suddenly wished he hadn't refused his friends’ insistent offering of the food earlier on.
Y/N spotted him first. She slapped a card onto the table and looked up in triumph; Changbin roared and Y/N's mischievous eyes softened as she caught sight of Chan watching them all with his usual loving expression.
“Look what the cat dragged in,” Y/N grinned at him. “Finally left your man cave?”
Chan rolled his eyes at her teasing just as Changbin’s cackles filled the room again, accompanied by Jisung's guffaws and Hyunjin's chortles. It was like a zoo, and Chan couldn't help but chuckle at the familiar sound around him.
“Ha-ha,” Chan said, folding his arms across his broad chest. “What are you guys doing?”
“She was waiting for you,” Changbin replied loudly as he pointed to Y/N. “And we were … “
“... Not waiting for you,” Jisung offered helpfully.
It made the little group start to giggle again, and Chan shook his head good naturedly at their antics. He swivelled his gaze onto Y/N; she was already watching him, her brows furrowed as she surveyed the hollows beneath his eyes.
“Are you still waiting for me?” Chan directed his question towards her quietly.
Y/N set her cards down onto the table. “Depends on if you've finished working or not.”
The side of Chan's mouth turned up in a half smile. He tilted his head to the space behind him, signing for Y/N to follow before he retreated back into his room.
Y/N carefully shut the door behind her as she ventured into his bedroom. Chan was rubbing his face with his hands, and he dropped them when he caught her looking.
“Do you want some pizza?” Y/N broke the silence first.
Chan's eyes lit up. “Is there some left?”
Y/N nodded. “I saved you some.”
“You did … ?” Chan wondered out loud.
Y/N smiled. “Of course I did. You forget I know you, Christopher.”
At that, Chan looked towards the ground as his lips spread into a touched smile. “Yeah. I guess you do … “
“So … do you want some?” Y/N asked him again.
Chan chuckled. His eyes sparkled when he looked up again. “Later.”
Y/N watched the man carefully as he began to walk towards her. She tilted her head up when he stopped a few inches from her, and she couldn't help but notice the awkward tension to his limbs. It was as though he was holding himself back, his stance rigid as he looked down again, and Y/N's eyes grew softer as he blinked up at him.
She reached out and gently curled her fingers around his. They were cold; it surprised her. She had never known his touch to be anything other than warm. But his hand was as cold as it was rough, and Y/N's heart fluttered with sympathy for him as she pulled him into her. The small movement seemed to be exactly what Chan needed - he immediately melted into her, his body sinking while Y/N wrapped her arms around him tightly. Her hand was soft as it cupped the back of his head, and he buried his face into the crook of her neck, his arms secure around her waist.
“You're so stupid,” Y/N whispered to him. She smiled when she felt Chan chuckling against her collarbone; he then sniffed, and she wasn't surprised when her skin grew wet with his hot tears a moment later. “What am I going to do with you?”
“Throw me in the bin,” Chan mumbled through his silent tears.
It was Y/N's turn to be amused. She giggled at his comment and tightened her grip around his shoulders. “No. Never.”
A moment later, Y/N slipped her hand back into Chan's and she led him to his bed. The two of them sat at the end, and Chan dropped his head against her shoulder again as she curled their hands together in his lap.
“Don't say I told you so,” Chan's voice was heavy as he stared into their distant reflection on his TV. “But … I should have listened to you.”
Y/N's lips twitched. “Oh yeah? About which part?”
Chan groaned and Y/N laughed under her breath as she squeezed his fingers. They had begun to warm up, and she turned her face to drop a kiss onto the man's temple.
“What's wrong with me?” Chan mumbled. “Why am I like this?”
“There's nothing wrong with you,” Y/N tutted. She slid one of his arms around his back, pulling him closer to her. “This is completely normal, baby. Everyone goes through times like this … you know that.”
“I know … “ Chan sighed. “I hate it. I hate everything.”
Y/N sighed. “I know.”
“It just feels like everything is going wrong,” Chan continued a moment later, sitting up again. “It feels like … like time is passing by so quickly, and I have so many things I want to do, and I don't have the time for anything, and when I do have the time, I can't do anything because all I can think about is work … I don't even know if this is what I want anymore.”
Y/N smoothed his curls away from his forehead. “What do you want?”
“I don't know,” Chan breathed. “Just … not this. I feel so heavy all the time. And I can't show the kids I'm feeling like this … “
“Why not?” Y/N asked softly.
“Because … I'm supposed to be the strong one. I'm the leader.”
At that, Y/N couldn't help but smile. “I think it's important for fathers to show their kids their vulnerability. Because then the kids know it's okay for them to be vulnerable too.”
Chan looked up at her. “You said that as if I'm actually their dad.”
“Well you are, aren't you?” Y/N said happily. “They're your kids. You're their dad.”
“You know that means you're their mum, right?” Chan chuckled. He shuffled a little closer to Y/N and kissed her cheek. “Our kids.”
Y/N snorted with quiet laughter. “Sure. Whatever makes you happy.”
“You make me happy,” Chan whispered.
“I do?”
“You do,” Chan nodded. “Can't you tell?”
Looking into his eyes, Y/N smiled softly. “Sometimes I really can't tell what you feel towards me. You always push me away.”
At that, Chan sighed. He leaned forward and slid his arms around her. He was quiet for a while, his breathing stirring Y/N's hair as she rested her cheek against him, her hand running up and down his back.
“I don't mean to,” Chan murmured a while later. “I … get scared sometimes. You're the only one I feel like I don't have to pretend around … and that confuses me.”
Y/N pulled away a little, frowning up at him. “Is that why you keep working instead of talking to me?”
Chan looked guilty. His nose and cheeks were pink, and his hair a dark cloud of frizz over his forehead. “Maybe.”
“Christopher … “ Y/N groaned. She squished his cheeks in her hands. “I knew there was something else going on. Every time I think I'm getting somewhere with you, it's like you run away and I'm at square one again. It's confusing for me too.”
“I didn't realise it was affecting you too,” Chan's voice was muffled with Y/N's grip on his face. It made her giggle and she leaned forward to kiss his nose. “I'm sorry, baby. I don't mean to do it … I'm just … “
“A scaredy cat?” Y/N grinned.
Chan sagged against her. “Yes.”
“I already knew that,” Y/N teased him. It made him frown goofily and she started to laugh again as she hugged him close. “Christopher?”
“Hmm?”
“You do know that I really care about you, right?” Y/N said quietly. He looked into her face as she spoke, his pupils moving slightly as he registered her words. “I care about you so much. And so do the kids. You don't have to sit in here on your own all the time because you're scared of showing your true feelings, you know? You're safe with us, baby. You're safe with me.”
Chan shut his eyes. His lashes shone with unshed tears, and Y/N caressed his cheekbones before sweeping his fingers over his closed eyes.
A second later Chan's stomach rumbled again. Much louder this time, and it caused his eyes to snap open in embarrassment.
Y/N burst into a fit of giggles. The sound was comforting to Chan, and he closed the small space between them by suddenly closing his lips over hers in the sweetest of kisses.
He smiled gratefully at her when he pulled away again, his forehead against hers. His nose bumped against hers and Y/N stole another kiss from before closing her hand around Chan's fingers.
“Come on. Looks like you really need that pizza,” Y/N grinned. “We got lava cakes too.”
Chan gasped. “You got lava cakes? And you didn't tell me?”
“Would it have changed your mind if I had?” Y/N grinned as she got up from the bed.
Chan chuckled. He rubbed the nape of his neck, flushing profusely. “Maybe not.”
Y/N was about to reach for his door handle when Chan's arms slid around her waist. She smiled and dropped her hand, letting the man hug her from behind, his chin warm on top of her head.
He squeezed her tightly. “Thank you, baby.”
Y/N peered up at him. “What for?”
Chan shrugged, his cheek dimpling as a shy smile crossed his face. “For loving me.”
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hanjsquokka · 3 days
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The Bang Chan Nylon Magazine brain rot is eating me alive!!! Please if you can, can you write something (could be short, could be long, could be in the middle whatever suits you) about Sugar Daddy!Chan and Sugar Baby!Reader? I really just need Bang Chan bending me like those plastic rubber rulers😔 Something absolutely filthy if possible and could Chan not be too much of a mean Dom (I can't handle that😭) but he not much of a soft one either if that makes sense? No daddy kink(sir is fine-) or breeding kink (breeding kink is a turn off for me😅) but you can do whatever else you like!
I need this man to a concerning degree. Would thank him if he bent me like a pretzel to be honest
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Magazine Photos - [ Bang Chan ]
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🐺 SYNOPSIS : You get a little heated after seeing your boyfriend's new photoshoot, but Chan is always there to fulfill your every need.
GENRE : smut
PAIRING : bang chan × f!reader
CONTENT WARNING : pure filth, basically no plot other than this man's unholy photoshoot, smut warnings under the cut
WORD COUNT : 0.8K
AUTHOR'S NOTE : Sorry for taking so long but thank you for my very first request 🐻 anon. I wasn't able to incorporate the sd/sb dynamic but I hope you like it <3
minors dni. if you click read, you agree to nsfw content
“Fuck.” He grunted, cock slipping out of your slick hole, edging you even further for the nth time, making you whine. Tears formed in your eyes as your impending orgasm was ruined yet again. He dragged the tip of his cock up and down your folds, making your squirm. He let out a deep chuckle. “Such a needy little baby.” He bottomed out without warning, making you scream, hands clawing his back as he pistoned in and out of you at an animalistic pace, hitting every sweet spot inside you so perfectly.
SMUT WARNINGS : no clear dom/sub dynamics, unprotected sex (pls don't do this), piv, edging, overstimulation, mentions of fingering and clit play, reader is referred to as baby, baby girl, sweetheart
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“T-Too much — please —”
“You asked for this baby.” He harshly cupped your jaw to make you look at him and captured your lips in a fiery kiss. It was true. You did ask for it. Fuck me stupid. Seeing Chan's new photos from his recent magazine shoot did something to you. You stared at those for hours while you waited for your boyfriend to come home — which took forever. Somehow every neuron was fired inside of you, making you extremely horny with no relief. You knew the rules of not touching yourself so you waited, painstakingly until you heard the front door click open and the padding of his feet until he reached the bedroom, that cute smile of his on his face as he approached you with a hug. He planted a kiss on your forehead, but all you could think about were those sinful photos lighting up your phone screen which was tossed to the side.
“What's wrong? You're so… tense.” Chan asked, cupping your face to make you look up at him. You didn't say anything, shying away from your thoughts as a blush spread across your face. You refused to meet his gaze as you rubbed your thighs together in search of friction — anything to subdue the heat pooling between your legs. You quickly glanced at your phone which was still switched on, making him follow your gaze, eyes landing on the screen. The content you were previously fawning over made him smirk. “Is my baby horny?” You nodded. “You liked those photos?”
“You look… really good.” You managed to say.
“How good?”
“Enough to want you to fuck me stupid.”
Which led to the current scenario. He edged you for what felt like forever, teasing you, playing with your clit, fingering you and twisting your sensitive nipple — all to stop right before you could reach that sweet relief. It was driving you insane.
“P-Please. Wanna c-cum —”
“You're going to cum when I say you can cum.”
You whimpered, your hands drifting from his back to his hair, tugging at the strands, eliciting a deep groan from him which made you clench around him. “So fucking tight.” He grunted, lifting your legs up to get a better angle, perfectly aiming at your g-spot with each thrust, making you scream. Your orgasm was approaching like a freight train, almost about to tumble over the precipice. Your mind was slowly turning to mush.
“‘M gonna — gonna c-cum, Channie —”
“Gonna be a good girl for me?” You nodded frantically, clenching around him as he reached between your legs and rubbed harsh circles around your clit and he leaned forward so he could wrap his lips around your nipples. All of the stimulation was enough to send you overboard. “Cum for me baby girl.” It was all too much for you, you came around his cock, milking his shaft, nails digging into his back as your legs shook. But he didn't stop, overstimulation taking over you. You squirmed away, trying to get him to stop but you couldn't, he just going and going, thrusting deeper and deeper inside you, bruising your cervix. You cried and begged him to stop. “Come on baby, one more. Give Channie one more.”
Your second orgasm approached you much faster than your first one, sensitivity make your jolt. His pace became sloppier and you watched as his face scrunched up. You came without warning, squeezing him hard.
“Fuck — baby.” He pulled out and stroked himself as he came all over your tummy. You were barely conscious, head swimming from all the pleasure you just received. “Come on sweetheart, let's get you cleaned up.” He pressed a sweet kiss on your hairline before getting up to run a bath for the two of you.
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eroctickboys · 2 days
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skz when you say “i love you” for the first time.. and it’s in bed
pairing: ot8 x reader
genre: soft smut. mostly sweet and fluffy.
word count: ~2.9k
warnings: general soft smut, oral, fingering (on my jeongin hand kink bs again), pet names, seungmin is kinda rough, i think that’s all?
an: this is a repost from my recently deceased blog hyunjins-orange-slice. may she rest in peace.
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channie:
would be so so so soft about it. 🥺
he had known that he is in love with you for a while now but always was too scared to say it. he didn’t want you to feel like he was moving too fast. but it was constantly running through his mind. so when the moment comes where he is deep inside you, his strong arms wrapped around you, holding you tight to his chest, his broad shoulders shielding you from everything, his scent completely enveloping you, his dark curls tickling your cheek as he leans in and presses a kiss to your neck. when you’re shaking under him and whimpering his name and coming undone around his cock, and then he hears it. mid orgasm, a gentle ‘i love you’ slips past your lips.
he has to pull back a little to look you in the eye, searching your face for any signs of regret. but all he found were your big doe eyes, filled with love and brimming tears. “baby, what did you just say?” he would ask, quietly. a whisper of disbelief.
cheeks going red, thinking maybe it was too soon for you to have said such a thing, you look away from him and mumble “i said, i— i love you.”
“that’s what i thought you said.” he would lean in and kiss you, the softest sweetest kiss he’s ever given you, before whispering against your lips “i love you too.” then he would kiss you again before repeating, “i love you so much.”
he would relax his body into you, his forehead resting against yours, the occasional peck against your skin. before saying it one last time before you slip into sleep, “i love you.”
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minho:
also a big softie about it but gets nervous
he’s got your knees up by your ears, you body bent in half under him, full mating press, his strong arms caging your head. his hair falls in his eyes, tickling your forehead, his hot breath fanning against your cheek as he pants. he’s hitting that perfect spot inside you, your walls clenching around him.
“fu-fuck baby, you’re clenching.” he grunts.
you admire his sharp, handsome features. you notice the sheen of sweat on his forehead. your heart swells in your chest. he’s making you feel so good, you can’t help but to cradle his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you.
“minho..” a moaned whisper. you let your thumb rub across his cheek. “minho, baby, i love you.” you confess.
his thrusts stutter and then stop. he doesn’t pull out, doesn’t even really move, he just looks away from your face, chuckling nervously. his thrusts slowly start up again. you turn your head to place a gentle kiss on his toned arm. his head drops and nuzzles into the crook of your neck. he’s grunting, thrusting in and out at a good pace. he kisses your neck gently before saying “you love me?”
you wrap your arms around his shoulders. “yes. i really do.”
“i love you too.” he says into your neck. and his voice is filled with such emotion that you believe him. and as his thrusts get faster and sloppier with the approach of his release, he moves his lips from your neck to your mouth, kissing you softly. and as he cums, his cock twitching inside you, he says it again. “i love you.”
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binnie:
would immediately get so excited about it
you’re straddling him, sitting on the couch, his cock sliding in and out of you as you slowly bounce on him. his hands are at your hips, squeezing and helping you with your motions.
“there you go, bunny. you’re doing so good.” he says, brushing your hair out of your face and behind your ear.
you feel so good with him inside you, so full. and when you pull your eyes away from where you two are connected and you look at his face, your heart flutters. his natural hair was wavy and still air drying from his shower. his glasses slowly sliding down his nose, his bottom lip in between his teeth, his broad chest on full display for you to look at. you moved your hands from his shoulders where they were supporting you, down to his large biceps. you gave his muscles a light squeeze. he looked up at you and smiled.
you smiled back at him and leaned down to place a soft kiss on his lips. his hands slowly moved from your hips, up your back, his fingertips leaving goosebumps.
“i love you, binnie.” you whispered.
the slow thrusts stopped and he held you in place.
“what was that, bun?” he asked, looking into your eyes now.
“i said, i love you.” a smile started to spread across his face, his heart pounding.
“you love me?” he asked excitedly. “you’ve never said that before.” he was downright giddy. he pulled you close, wrapped his big arms around you, and kissed your hair. “i love you too, bunny.” he said, shaking your body with his excitement. his thrusts started up again, slightly faster this time, you were still on top of him but he was doing all the work.
“so sweet.” he grunted. “i love my little bunny. love her so much.” he kissed any part of you he could reach— your cheek, your shoulder, your lips, your neck, your chest— as he brought you both close to your high.
and when you both reached that peak, and everything went still, he lazily smiled and exhaled on a shaky breath, “i love you.”
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hyunjin:
would say it before you did
it was early morning, the sheets a rumpled mess around you, the window open, the long curtains blowing in the breeze. he was on top of you, his soft kisses moving from your pussy, to your navel, to your sternum and making their way back up. he looked at you through his hair, his face covered in your arousal, his cock brushing against your entrance, and you thought you had never been happier. you’ve never felt this closely attached to someone. never felt this amount of pull toward another person. never felt like your heart may burst at any moment, being unable to hold the amount of feelings you have for him.
he kissed your neck, kissed your jaw, kissed your lips. “you’re a goddess.” he whispered against your skin, before slowly sliding inside you. you both groaned at the feeling of it. his head fell to rest in the crook of your neck, your arms wrapping around him. he lay still, letting you adjust to his size. he placed a kiss on your collar bone before whispering, “i love you.” his breath tickled against your skin. and though you were surprised at hearing these words for the first time, you didn’t hesitate to return his sentiment.
“i love you too, jinnie.” you say, your hands tangling in his hair. he pulls back, supporting himself on his hands either side of your head and looks deep into your eyes. he stares for a moment, but then must find what he was searching for, because he leans down and kisses your lips.
“i love you.” he says against your lips. “i love you.” kiss. “i love you.” kiss. he starts to move in and out slowly, your eyes falling closed in bliss. “i love you.”
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jisung:
would get so adorably nervous
you had your mouth around him, your favorite thing. his length sliding in and out from between your lips, your spit dripping down his balls. his head was thrown back, little whimpers leaving his throat as he fights the urge to thrust up into your mouth. you were taking your time, savoring him, teasing him, but most of all, admiring him.
he was so soft and handsome above you, his cheeks flushed a light pink, his hair tousled. his eyes shut and his lips parted and slightly damp. his hands were in fists at his sides. you run your palms up his thighs, before grabbing his hands, intertwining his fingers with yours. you squeezed his hands and his head fell forward, his eyes opening to look at you, his pupils blown with lust.
you pulled off of his cock with a pop. you rose from your knees and straddled his lap, bringing your hands to cup his face as you kissed him. “you want to know something, sungie?” you ask him sweetly. he nods, thinking he would very much like to know something, but currently he knows nothing but the pleasure you’re bringing him.
you lined his cock up to your entrance and slowly sank down on him. his eyes rolled back, his hands on your hips, fingers digging into your skin.
“i love you.” you say to him.
his eyes went wide, his cheeks flushing a dark red color.
“i- you- i just- you-“ he stuttered.
you chuckled and leaned down to kiss him, slowly starting to rock your hips back and forth.
“i love you sungie. such a sweet boy.” you kissed him. “a perfect boy.”
you started to ride him harder, his breath coming in pants. “fu-fuck.” he said, his high approaching.
“you gonna cum, baby?” you asked him, squeezing around his cock. he nods vigorously and right as he cums, before the first twitch of his cock, before the first drop of cum enters your pussy, he says it. and he repeats it, over and over as he’s cumming. his voice shaky. “i love you. i love you”
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felix
would be so sweet and might cry
he was slowly thrusting into you, his body weight on yours, tired after his first orgasm but not wanting to quit. he wants to give you as many as he physically can, or until you tell him to stop. your mind is hazy, full of nothing but him. nothing else exists, except him. you wondered what you did to deserve him. if you thought about it too hard, you might cry. he was panting into your ear, your pussy fluttering around him.
“fuck- angel-“ he moans, breathy. he pulls back to look at you, your eyes glassy, almost brimming with tears. he rubs his thumb across your cheek, his thrusts slowing due to his worry.
“no-no don’t slow down, please lixie.” you beg, so close to the edge.
“okay, baby. i won’t.” he cooed. “come on angel, you can do it. let go for me.”
and you did. your nails dug into his arms as your body shook. and then the tears spilled over onto your cheeks. a look of panic crossed his features.
“baby? what’s wrong?” he asks. “did i hurt you?” he pulls out, leaving you feeling empty. he cradles your face in his hands, wiping your tears away as they fall.
“talk to me, angel. please.”
how do you even begin to explain to him what you were currently feeling? you didn’t think you could.
“i- i love you.” you said quietly through your tears. he looked a little surprised. “i’m sorry-“
“what? don’t be sorry.” he kissed you gently. “i love you too.”
you looked up and your eyes met his, and they mirrored your own. “you do?” you asked.
a single tear fell down his sweet freckled face as he kissed you yet again. “of course i do. i have for a while. and i will, forever. i love you.”
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seungmin
would be a menace about it but loves you more
he was towering over you, his hands fisted in your hair, his cock as far down your throat as he could get it. tears were streaming down your face, but you loved it. pleasing him this way was your favorite and he knew that. but you could tell he still worried about you from time to time. he would get lost for a moment, thrusting in and out of your mouth, grunting, getting lost in his pleasure. but then he would pull out and briefly assess your face, checking on you. tonight he was being extra rough, which you welcomed. he had a long day at the company and just needed to get it out. so you begged him to.
"use me. please minnie.” you would say. and it would be his undoing. that’s how you found yourself on your knees in front of him. he had placed a pillow on the floor to help cushion your knees a bit, ever the gentleman. and he looked incredibly sexy above you, panting, his hair in disarray, some strands sticking to his forehead. and you knew that if tonight was like the other nights that he used you like this, when he was done he would dote on you and coo at you and massage you or draw you a bath. you loved to please him this way but you loved seungmin’s aftercare just as much. and you were reminded again in this moment, his cock all the way down your throat, your spit dripping down your chin, how much you loved him. truly loved him. and you had yet to tell him. you didn’t want to force anything on him, make him feel like he needed to say it back to you if he wasn’t ready. but you found it hard to hold your tongue in this moment when he pulled out and asked: “‘you doin okay, pup?”
and you answered with a simple, “i love you.”
the look on his face went blank for a moment before he smiled at you, his sweet loving smile he used in the aftercare. but that smile slowly turned devilish as he shoved his cock back in your throat. “you’re such a simp for me, huh? my cock make you feel that good?”
your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he used you, you attempting to nod in answer to his question. and soon after, he came, shooting his load down your throat which you greedily swallowed. he stood above you, panting, bringing his hand to cup your cheek. you nuzzled into his palm.
“you love me, huh?” he asked, smirking.
you just nodded, unable to form words just yet, but looked up at him with glassy eyes and messy cheeks.
“well, hate to break it to you, but i love you more.” he stated. “lets go get you a bath, pup.” he helped you off the floor and led you to the bathroom. as the tub filled, he pulled you against his chest, kissing the top of your head before whispering against your hair, “‘i love you.”
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innie
would make you repeat it.
he had his fingers in your mouth. he had the fingers from the other hand in your pussy. they lazily thrust in and out as he leans close to whisper in your ear.
"you get all messy just thinking about my fingers, dont you?" he whispered, his breath tickling your neck. you nodded. "ah ah." he chided. "tell me, use words. let me hear your pretty voice, baby."
you werent sure if you could, with his fingers in your mouth. he notices the trepidation on your face. "you can do it, baby. ill understand you. tell me. "
"ye-yes. your fingers are so good, innie. you make me feel so good." you mumble around his fingers.
"there you go." he praised. he pulled his fingers out of your mouth and rose to his knees. he kept his fingers in your pussy, thrusting them in and out, but his other hand moved to your throat, squeezing slightly.
"fuck." you exhaled. he was a god. thats the thought that ran through your head at that moment. he was godly. but also, he was yours. he had proven that, time and time again, paying no attention to anyone but you. showering you with affection, feeding into your hand kink, making sure you knew just how cared for you were. but neither of you had ever said the L word. both a little too scared to shatter what was such a good thing. but in this moment, with his fingers deep inside you, looking down at you with lust filled heart eyes, you couldnt help yourself.
"i love you." you said, voice a little hoarse.
he removed his hand from your throat. "what was that, baby?" he asked, giving an extra hard thrust of his fingers.
"fuck- i- i love you." you repeated.
he started thrusting faster, your walls clenching around him, his other hand coming down to rub at your clit.
"im sorry, baby. one more time?" you knew that he heard you. you knew he was just teasing you at this point. the smirk on his face proved your theory.
"i love you!" you moaned out. about to tip over the edge into bliss. "oh my god, innie. dont stop." you begged. "i love you. i love you. i love you." and then you came. your pussy clamping down on his fingers, your arousal coating his hand.
"fuck, baby. there you go." he praised. once you had relaxed, and your body stopped shaking, once he had successfully helped you back down from your high, he leaned down to kiss your cheek before whispering in your ear, "i love you."
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gnabhyunlix · 3 days
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my hyunchan 😭
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hyunlix-lover4 · 3 days
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HAPPY 6th YEAR ANNIVERSARY MY BABIES!!!
i love you guys so much!! <3
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HAPPY 6TH ANNIVERSARY STRAY KIDS
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baby-yongbok · 29 days
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Don't Go Insane
Neighbor!Bang Chan x afab!Reader
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✧Genre - Smut ✧Warnings: Unprotected piv (Wrap it up ya'll) ✧ Masterlist ✧
A/N: I have never ever written a fic in this format but it was the only was for my brain to process the idea😭This is a product of those fucking SINFUL photos that Chan took for Nylon Japan. I'm sorry if it sucks, I'm trying to get back into writing again so I might suck for a bit, sorry! Hope you enjoy! (not proofread)
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You weren't expecting to actually like your new neighbor since your previous one was such a dick but when you meet Chan he's more than kind to you. 
He always greets you in the hallway, helping you bring your bags up to your place when you get home from shopping and checks in on you when he hasn't seen you for a couple of days
You find yourself going out around the same time that he would usually get home from his morning workout just so you can talk to him. He's so sweet and charming and hot. Oh so hot. 
He brings you food when he's made too much dinner to fit in his fridge which is code for he wanted an excuse to talk to you and gave you 50% of his meal just to see your face. 
You invite him in to eat the first time that he brings you food and it quickly turns into spending Sunday nights eating together and laughing at his stories. It's your favorite day of the week now. 
You drop by his place to ask if he needs anything from the store every time that you go now. He's memorized the pattern of your knock and jumps to his feet every time he hears it. 
You're in line at the store one day when a magazine catches your eye. Is that…Chan!? You grab it, looking through with wide eyes before buying it and nearly forgetting about the rest of your items. 
You don't tell him that you saw it. He never said what he did for work and yeah he's hot - Oh so hot - but you never thought that this would be his occupation and you defiantly didn't think that this is how you'd find out.
You flip through the magazine all night. Staring at his beautiful chocolate gaze and his perfectly blushed lips. How is he even real?
You may have also stared at his shirtless pics for an hour too long. No one has to know that though.
He brings over a new recipe that he tried this Sunday. Setting up your usual spot on the living room floor when his eyes land on a familiar photo on your side table. It's him. You bought his magazine? He tries to act normal about it but his red ears and blushed cheeks give him away. 
You catch on when he glances at it for a second time and you internally body slam yourself for forgetting to put it away. You both eat quietly, blushing and trying to find the right thing to say next. 
“I'm sorry about that.” You speak first and he glances up quickly, straightening himself up with a shy smile. “It's fine, I'm just embarrassed I guess.” He's shy about being hot?? Why does that make him hotter?
“Are you always the shy type?” Your question was genuine but your tone was suggestive, almost teasing. It creates a shift in his demeanor that makes you shiver. “Not always, no.”
You don't know how it happened. It's all a blur. One second he was talking to you, confident and sweet. He was telling you about the shoot for the magazine when he got to the topic of the shirtless photos. The air around you thickened and the words that started it all slid off your tongue.
“You look so good it could drive me insane.” You chuckled but his eyes darkened in response. 
“Do you want me to?” His eyes are on yours, his gaze is heavy and intense. “What?” You drop your fork, swallowing hard. “Make you go insane?”
That's how you ended up with his lips on yours. He swallowed each and every strangled moan and replaced it with one of his own. His hands explored your body, fast yet cautious. A gentleman.
He pulls you into his lap, one of his large palms gripping your ass over your leggings and the other cupping your cheek to keep you still for him. He pulls you close, chest to chest. He's been waiting to feel you since the moment he first saw you. He feels like he's dreaming and he prays that he never wakes up. 
His breathing picks up when you plant sloppy kisses along his jawline. Mind numbing groans and hisses falling from his lips. “You're gonna make me go insane, fuck.”
His lips feel like heaven against your skin. Soft and all-consuming. He leaves marks along your collar bones, sucking and flicking his tongue over the delicate skin. Your head is spinning as you take him in. This beautiful man that you've been dreaming of for months finally has his hands on you. 
You grind against him, his fingers digging into your hips as he presses up into you. The way that he looks up at you with his lip caught between his teeth is intoxicating. “You're so fucking beautiful.” He smiles at your compliment, blinking a blush away and trying to keep his composure. “Took the words right outta my mouth.”
You pull back, sitting on the shaggy rug and frantically undressing. You're desperate, antsy, absolutely insatiable and Chan isn't too far behind but you could never tell by how composed he looks. How does he have that much self control?
He moves to sit on the couch and watches you as you strip. Taking in every beautiful inch of your body while he makes himself comfortable. You look up at him as he sits, man spreading at the edge of your couch and giving you the perfect view of his aching cock straining against his jeans. 
Fucking sinful
"Crawl to me, baby. Come here." He beckons you with two fingers that you're dying to be acquainted with. The smile on his face while you follow his order is enough to make you explode already.
He leans forward, cupping your face and kissing you with such soft hunger. So much passion and desire. A promise, like his kiss is asking you to be his. You palm him softly over his jeans earning a soft moan from him. "You want it?” He leans back, resting against the back of your sofa, giving you full access to his zipper and button. “Go ahead, take it, princess."
His teeth sink into his bottom lip as he watches you free his cock and his eyes roll back when you fist it confidently. Pumping him at a deliciously slow place. You want to drag this out. You don't ever want this to end. 
He puts his hand over yours once he gets fed up with your teasing. He loves how your hand feels around him but he needs more of you. He taps his leaking cock against your lips and you allow your spit to dribble down his shaft. "Stick that tongue out. There we go, baby. That's my girl. Look at that.”
He holds your hair back as you slide his length into your mouth, swirling your tongue around him. His fingers massage your scalp softly making you hum around him. He's a gentleman, a filthy one. 
He couldn’t wait to switch places with you, falling to his knees so fluidly that you couldn’t help but to groan at the sight of him. His gaze never left yours. His eyes were constantly asking for permission to continue and you eagerly granted it every time.
He ate your pussy like a fucking starved man. Lick and sucking the expanse of your cunt like he’d never see you again. Your moans encouraged him as he lapped at you, he wanted - no, needed - you to cum on his tongue. It’s all that he’s been dreaming of for the last month. 
He made you cum twice and had to hold back the urge to keep going. He’s definitely found his new favorite thing.
Nevermind, kissing you is his favorite thing. The way that you sigh into his mouth, tasting yourself on his tongue and biting his bottom lip drives him wild. 
You’re seeing stars as soon as he slips into you. His strong arms on either side of your head as he hovers, kissing you softly as you adjust to him. “Fuck, you’re a dream come true, ya know that? I’ve dreamt of this, princess.” You can hardly reply once he fills you to the hilt but you try to anyway, moaning out as your vision blurs. “Wanted you so bad, Channie.”
That was enough to break him. He snapped his hips into you, giving you everything that you ever wanted, ever needed, from him. He fucks you deep, speeding up gradually just to hear you moan his name a little louder. He wants to be gentle with you but with a cunt that feels this amazing he can’t help but want to make you fall apart underneath him.
You always imagined being on top when you finally got to be with Chan but it looks like that’ll have to be another day. The way that his cock is splitting you open makes you feel like you might have to call out of work tomorrow. 
“Look at me, babygirl. You liked seeing my pictures, huh? Did you touch this pretty cunt while looking at them?” You nod your head with such urgency that you’re positive that you look absolutely pathetic but Chan thinks that it’s cute, he’s in love with how fucked out you look drooling under him. “All you had to do was ask for the real thing.” He rolls his hips into you and your eyes roll back right after. 
He holds both of your hands as he slows down a bit, he wants to make love to you. Wants to treat you like the precious gem that he knows that you are but your cunt keeps fucking squeezing around him. He curses under his breath as he tries to compose himself but it’s no use. He watches as he disappears inside of you, groaning when he sees just how perfectly your pussy is taking him. “You’re gonna make me cum, baby. You’re too much. Too good.” 
Much to his surprise you cave before he does, chanting his name like a prayer while he rocks into you at the perfect angle. You feel dizzy as you unravel under him, nails digging into his strong arms and your legs wrapping around his waist in a desperate attempt to feel grounded. 
The way that you look cumming on his cock drives him over the edge. He picks up the pace, fucking you through your orgasm while he’s chasing his. The overstimulation draws out your climax causing a new wave of pleasure to hit you harder than the last. “Yeah yeah yeah, oh fuck such a pretty girl cumming on my cock like that, that's it baby.” He doesn’t even know what he’s saying but he doesn’t care he’s so close so so so close.
You forced your eyes open when he pulled out, you needed to watch him stroke himself over the edge and cover your stomach in his cum. You need to take in the way his eyes squeeze shut and his brows furrow while he moans for you. “Oh fuck fuck fuck.”
The giggles that you share after may be Chan’s new favorite part. He cleaned you up and wrapped his arms around you. Pressing kisses to your hair as you both talk about what just happened with smiles on your faces 
“This is a bit backwards but uh, can I take you out? Maybe next weekend?” The butterflies in your stomach go crazy as you blush into his chest, nodding happily and answering with a muffled ‘yes’ that makes Chan chuckle. “Maybe afterward I can fuck the sense back into ya, since I drove you insane tonight.”
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mykoreanlove · 4 months
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just another day at the dorms - bang chan version
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He had you sitting on his lap for what felt like hours. His big hands gripped your hips tightly, not allowing you to move away from him, not even an inch.
Each time you were close to him like this, you forgot everything around you – time, space, other people – all irrelevant. The only thing that mattered was him.
Your tongues were entangled for hours, kissing him just felt so damn good. He made you feel good – every single time. Your hands grabbed his dark hair and pulled lightly, which made him let out a hiss.
“Careful, y/n. Don’t start what you can’t finish, baby girl.”
You bit your lip innocently, smiling at him with big eyes. “I don’t know what you mean, Chris.”
He laughed whole-heartedly.
“What’s so funny?”
He observed you, clearly amused by your innocence. “I just think it’s funny how you call me Chan when we are dancing or playing uno or smooching on the sofa.” He straightened his back and pulled you closer to him.
“But when I do this-”, he paused and sucked on the sensitive skin under your ear. God, that felt good. Your breathing got shallow as you felt your pussy throb, clenching your thighs in response.
“Or this-“, he slid down your top and pushed down your lacy bra, now facing your hardened pink nipple. Slowly, he started licking around it until he attacked it with full force and sucked on your tit. “Oh fuck”, you moaned out in pleasure. He smirked and proceeded, his hands going south.
“Or this-“, and with that he pushed his two fingers inside of you and sucked in his breath. He enjoyed it nearly as much as you did. Feeling his long fingers gliding in and out of you drove you wild, you could hardly contain yourself. He curved his fingers, hitting all the right spots which made you grip his shoulders tightly. “C-.. Ch..- Oh fuck!” You couldn’t even moan his name anymore; he got you fucked on his fingers. He pulled up his hand, sucking off his fingers. Deliciously sucking off all of you.
“That’s right baby. Every time I have you like this you call me Chris.”
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jaehyunsprincesspeach · 5 months
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Gov. Name with bf!SKZ (hyung line)
maknae line (here)
*:・゚✧*:・゚✧ *:・゚✧*:・゚✧ *:・゚✧*:・゚✧ *:・゚✧*
bang chan / lee know
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milkteabinniechan · 12 days
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Hard Thoughts - Feral bf! Channie
MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY
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Feral Channie who's been travelling for days and days, sleep deprived and desperate to see you. You decide to surprise him on his last day of recording, bringing his favorite food and wearing your prettiest outfit.
Feral Channie who can literally smell you the moment you enter the room, casually making conversation with the other band mates. You wave at your boyfriend through the booth window. He stands in front of the mic, fists clenched.
Feral Channie who's already thinking about how to get everyone else out of the room. Calculating the best way to angle that perfect body of yours so he can slide in quickly and stay there all night.
Feral Channie who's already ripping your panties apart, promising to buy you a new pair as pieces of fabric fall to the floor. His hands on your hips as he props you onto the table and spreads your thighs wide open for him, mouth already watering.
Feral Channie who grunts and growls while he's inside of you. His face buried into your neck, purely and ungodly focused on his thrusting, on his speed, on the way you grip him tighter and tighter.
Feral Channie who holds his fingers inside your mouth while you try to moan. Forgetting how big he is, stretching you out all over again.
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thevampywolf · 3 months
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𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫
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☆ Genre: Idol!Chan, fluff, slight angst
☆ Warnings: None
☆ Request: No
☆ Characters: Chan, Y/N
☆ Word Count: 2.6k
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"Chris - "
"I don't want them gawping at you."
"Yeah, but Chris - "
"I don't want them to start shit online."
"That's fine, but Chris - "
"I - "
"Chris!" Y/N hissed in a loud whisper. "Chris, I can't breathe."
Chan's eyes widened. He hastily removed his hoodie that he had draped rather energetically over Y/N's head, and Y/N gasped dramatically as fresh air from the car settled inside her lungs again.
"Sorry baby," Chan hummed apologetically. He reached out and caressed his hand down the woman's hair, his eyes softening as he leaned forward to slowly kiss her forehead. "I just … you know what the fans are like. I love them but they're crazy … especially the ones who come to see us at the airport. I don't want you to go through a hard time because they've figured out you're with me. Can you imagine? ‘Oh my gosh, who's that girl with Bang Chan … how dare she breathe the same oxygen as him. That should be me!’"
Y/N giggled at the silly voice that escaped Chan's mouth and the way his hands fluttered in the air beside his head as he emphasised his words. She curled her fingers into his and squeezed his hand gratefully. "Don't worry about me, baby. You know I can protect myself."
"I know you can," Chan hummed. "But you know I want to protect you so you don't have to protect yourself."
"Okay. But … maybe let's leave the hoodie? I think walking around in the airport with this over my head is gonna attract more attention than without it," Y/N laughed, handing the man's hoodie back to him.
Chan chuckled. He nodded and slipped the grey material over his head, almost knocking Y/N in the face in the process. "Yeah, you're right. But hey, I know … “
Reaching for his leather bag, Chan rifled through it and pulled out two items; he held them out to Y/N with a twinkle in his eye.
“Wear these?” Chan hummed.
Y/N adhered the mask to the lower portion of her face before opening Chan's glasses case; it was home to one of his favourite pairs of sunglasses, and Y/N unfolded the sleek black legs before propping them up against the bridge of her nose as the world around her dimmed.
"How do I look?" Y/N asked. She reached out and cheekily pulled the cap off of Chan's head and placed it over her own hair. She then flipped the hood of her jacket over the cap, folding her arms across her chest in satisfaction as a goofy expression crossed her face. "Am I undetectable?"
"Hmm, I don't know … " Chan mused. "If you're undetectable, how is it that I can still detect your beauty?"
Y/N groaned behind her mask as Chan burst into peals of laughter. She shook her head and was thankful for the coverage the mask provided when she felt her cheeks heat up.
"Thin ice, Bahng," Y/N muttered. "Very. Thin. Ice."
"I can live with that," Chan grinned as he slid his arm around her waist. He pulled her closer to him as much as he could with the seatbelts restricting them both. Kissing her masked cheek, Chan smiled happily at her. "Are you ready?"
Y/N shook her head. "Yes. No. Yes."
"Don't worry," Chan pressed one last kiss to her nose before unbuckling her belt, and then his. "I'll protect you. If they even lay a finger on you, I'm gonna - "
"Woah there, Casanova," Y/N patted Chan's arm, the name making him burst into laughter all over again. "Don't do anything stupid. The whole point is for me to not get any attention, right? If someone does touch me, you're gonna have to ignore it or my cover - " she tilted her head up as she adjusted the cap beneath her hood, " - will be blown."
Chan sighed. He let go of her hand reluctantly, his face contorting in dramatic sadness and he pretended to weep into Y/N's shoulder. "I can't even hold your hand in there."
Y/N giggled. She threw her arms around the man and squeezed him in a bear hug, enjoying the trickle of his scent that escaped past her mask.
"You'll live," Y/N said, nuzzling her nose against Chan's cheek. "Once we're on the plane you can hold my hand as much as you want."
Chan smiled at that. "Perks of first class, aye?"
Nodding, Y/N stared out of the tinted window. She bit her lip. "It's already crazy out there."
"Scared?" Chan asked, tickling her side. "Remember, I'll protect y - "
"I know," Y/N groaned, turning around and squishing his face in her hand. "I. Know. You'll protect me. I get it."
Lowering her mask slightly, Y/N pressed a doting kiss on Chan's lips; Chan squeezed her tightly in his arms as he returned the kiss, and Y/N smiled against his lips when she felt the man's tension melt off of him considerably against the curve of her arms.
“It'll be okay,” Y/N grinned. “Just … relax, okay?”
Chan grinned. He nodded and kissed Y/N's forehead.
“I love you,” Chan whispered.
Y/N tickled his cheek. “I love you.”
The front of her cap suddenly banged against Chan's eyebrow as she attempted to lean a little closer, and Chan burst into hushed wheezes as he rubbed at his skin.
“I stole your hat,��� Y/N giggled. She reached out to pull it off of her head but Chan placed his hand over hers before gently tucking the stray pieces of her hair underneath his cap.
“Keep it,” Chan said. “It looks good on you. Just don't headbutt me.”
Rifling her fingers through Chan's slightly flattened curls, Y/N replaced her mask over her nose again before turning to the car door. She stepped out before Chan, and she could immediately feel the clouds of anxiety rolling off of his body as he stood behind her for a moment.
But with the crinkle of her eyes as she lowered her glasses and looked at him over her shoulder, Y/N transferred a silent flicker of reassurance to him and she giggled inwardly when she saw his own eyes transform into crescent moons in response.
Behind his mask, Chan exhaled slowly. It took every fibre of his being to stop himself from reaching out and sliding his hand into Y/N's; it was late, yet every flash that shone at them like a permanent beam of light from the constant photography that had erupted around them made it seem like it was the middle of the day. Chan waited for his band members to emerge from their cars, his eyes anxious as he watched Y/N tail the group of staff. She fit right in with the female staff, the cap she had borrowed from him hiding her hair and the glasses on her nose hiding the top part of her face.
Chan didn't know if it was because he was deeply in love with her or not, but he felt that no matter how much she was covered up, she would still manage to radiate the aura of being the most beautiful person he had ever laid eyes on.
Swallowing thickly, Chan ran his fingers through his hair as he looked down at the ground. He really hoped the photographers wouldn't capture the love hearts he was sure were exploding again and again in the centre of his pupils.
Once they started moving towards the inside of the airport, Chan made sure to keep an eye on Y/N at all times. Everything seemed to be going smoothly until a barricade of fans suddenly crashed into the group once they were waiting in line; Chan's eyes widened as a particularly unruly young girl hurtled herself towards him and in the process, barging Y/N to the side. The fan's phone collided with Y/N's cheek and Chan's breath hitched.
Y/N stumbled; with so many people on top of each other, no one saw when Chan dodged from the fan's grip and curled his fingers into the hem of Y/N's hoodie, pulling her upright and preventing her from landing face first into the security poles.
Y/N was startled when she saw the man's eyes; they were brimming with roaring fire, annoyance and anger sizzling through his body. She knew his emotions were directed towards the bodyguards that were supposed to be doing their job properly. But for some reason, whenever they were needed the most, they seemed to dissipate and vanish into thin air.
Chaos seemed to ensue in front of them all. The fans and the staff had created a barricade as they fought against each other, preventing the rest of the people from passing. Agitated, Chan craned his neck and looked around for some sort of opening. Spotting one near the side, Chan signalled to his members to head towards the small gap; he watched to make sure they safely got through the throngs of people before looking towards Y/N.
He immediately registered the flicker of overwhelmingness in her eyes. Ensuring Y/N's safety was at the forefront of Chan's mind, and deciding he'd deal with any potential repercussions later, Chan placed the palm of his hand on the small of Y/N's back and pushed her forward, guiding her through the crowd and to the safety of the enclosed security measures.
“Okay?” Y/N heard Chan whisper to the back of her head once they had approached a quieter area.
Y/N nodded once. She smiled behind her mask when she felt the tips of Chan's fingers discreetly brush against hers in acknowledgement.
“Did you get hurt?” Chan continued to murmur.
Reaching her fingers up to her face, Y/N mildly winced when the skin of her cheekbone seemed to protest.
“I'll be fine,” Y/N hummed. “Just a bruise.”
Y/N suddenly laughed under her breath when he didn't reply. “Are you clenching your jaw?”
Chan snorted. “How did you know? You're not even looking at me.”
“I know you,” Y/N grinned as she adjusted the mask on her face. “You think you're so cool … Mr Jaw Clencher.”
Chan looked down to hide the immediate crumple of his face as a large grin overtook him. “Just wait until we get onto the plane.”
He then sighed, rubbing his face with his hands in perplexity. “I miss the bodyguards in the US.”
Y/N resisted the urge to burst into laughter. “You mean the ones you're best friends with?”
Chan smiled again. “Yeah. I mean … I get that these bodyguards are doing their best and I respect them for that because it isn't easy … but sometimes … “
“Sometimes you miss the big guys?” Y/N prompted.
“Sometimes I miss the big guys,” Chan sighed.
A moment later, Changbin turned around from in front of them both. Without a word, he rolled up the short sleeve of his t-shirt and flexed the bulge of his biceps before turning around again; Y/N did her best to hide the laughter that threatened to spill out of her just as Chan erupted into a fit of giggles at his friend's contribution to their conversation.
“Bin, you should be a bodyguard,” Chan called out to Changbin.
Hyunjin turned around at that and stared. He removed an ear bud and blinked at both Chan and Changbin.
“Changbin would get dragged,” Hyunjin said simply before returning to his previous state.
Changbin exploded in a fit of outrage.
Chan and Y/N smiled secretly together as they moved forward in the line.
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“My poor baby … “
Chan's face was one of pure sympathy and hurt as he gently dabbed at the top of Y/N's cheek with a damp face cloth. They were both seated beside each other on the plane, and the first thing Chan had insisted on doing was examining the woman's face with his worried gaze.
The earlier collision had resulted in more than just a bruise; a small but deep cut was nestled into the slowly purpling area, and Chan was humming with soft sounds as he unscrewed a small red tube of ointment.
“And this is why I always carry this around,” Chan grinned as he tenderly dabbed the thick ointment onto Y/N's cheek. “It's good for everything. Dry skin, cuts, bruises, irritation … “
Y/N was beginning to zone out. Sitting this close to Chan, Y/N's eyes grew soft as she stared into his. She could barely feel the pain as his fingers traced over her skin, instead focusing on the way her heart was beating with adoration for the man in front of her.
She might have been injured, but she didn't really care. She'd have gone back and experienced the chaos from earlier another ten times; being with Chan seemed to act as a buffer, his presence protecting her in itself. He really did care for her more than he let on, and Y/N felt herself fall a little deeper for him as he continued to smooth the ointment into her skin.
Chan grew quiet. He smiled shyly. “What … ? Why are you looking at me like that?”
Y/N smiled. She leaned forward and pressed her forehead up against his. “You're the best man in the whole entire world.”
She watched in joy as the man's skin began to transform from the colour of golden sand to the burnt hues of the setting sun. His nose and ears glowed darker than the rest of him, and Y/N giggled quietly at how adorable he suddenly looked.
“I am not,” Chan stammered. “You got hurt because of me. I'm the worst man in the whole entire world.”
Y/N shook her head. “If you weren't there, I can guarantee I'd probably have ended up much worse. I was sure I was about to smash my face on the floor.”
Chan wrinkled his nose. “But you didn't.”
“Yeah, because you always look out for me,” Y/N smiled happily. “And you look out for the kids. You're always looking out for everyone.”
Chan was about to reply when their large seats suddenly shook; bewildered, Chan and Y/N turned around to see Seungmin scowling at the both of them.
“Shut up,” Seungmin drawled. “You're making me sick. Either move seats or shut. Up.”
Face breaking into a smile, Chan reached over and pinched his friend's face. Seungmin's mouth fell open in shock and Chan burst into laughter before sitting back down properly in his seat again.
He slipped his fingers into Y/N's hand before pulling her into his side. He rubbed the side of her arm as he reclined into the back of his seat with a sigh of comfort, and he dropped a soft kiss onto the top of Y/N's head as she leaned her head against the curve of his chest.
“Do you think our undercover mission was successful?” Chan hummed.
Y/N reached for her phone. She opened her social media and scrolled through her friends’ trending hashtag.
She held her phone out in front of Chan's face with a smile.
“Mission success,” Y/N smiled. “There isn't one sceptical post in sight. I guess the bruise was worth it.”
Chuckling at that, Chan took Y/N's phone and slipped it into his pocket. He then squeezed his arms around her in a tighter hug, suddenly very, very happy that he was finally taking her with him.
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channieismyboy · 11 months
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sleepy cuddles - skz headcanons
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members: ot8 x gn!reader
genre: fluff; headcanons of what i think skz would be like if they wanted cuddles with you late at night. - masterlist
・゜゜・・゜゜・..・゜゜・・゜゜・..・゜
chan - tugging your shirt to not let you leave
you and chan have been lying down in bed for a while now
it's late at night, both of you are cuddled up against each other, scrolling on your phones
you're sitting comfortably in his warm lap, until you realize just how late it is
"baby i think we should try to get ready for bed," you say while looking back at chan
as you're talking you try to get up from his hold
until chan's impeccable instincts kick in
and he grabs onto the black shirt you are wearing that he gave you, to halt your actions
you look at him once more, "you're not allowed to leave darling"
there is an expression that chan always wears when he wants something from you, and you can never say no to it (and the man uses it religiously)
it is a type of loving sincerity in his eyes that makes your heart skip a beat
"just stay with me for five more minutes, love. then we can get ready, okay?" he says, his tone so endearing, it persuades you to give into his cute antics
so you stay there for five minutes, then ten, then another 20
until you're fast asleep into his hold
minho - holding out his arms
you and minho decided to have a sleepover together
as the night comes closer, you both begin getting ready for bed
your boyfriend finishes his skincare much quicker than you, which is predictable
you love to use both yours and his products, because somehow his are always more soothing and better than yours
everytime he catches you using some sort of face cream or lotion of his he just glares (it’s a loving glare)
but you go right ahead and still use them, because you know that he doesn't mind you using his things
since your boyfriend is done, he waits for you on the bed until you join him
the moment he sees you all fresh and glowy while exiting the bathroom, he opens up his arms and wears a bright smile, inviting you to join him
"baby, come here! i need you in my hold," he says
"i'm coming don't worry," you laugh at his adorable behavior
once you settle into his warm grasp, you snuggle your head into his neck
"you know y/n, i don't mind you using my skincare, you just take too long," minho says to you in a quiet voice
"oh really? then how about you do it for me instead?" you question playfully
"next time, i will."
changbin - falling asleep during a movie
you and changbin are finally able to spend some quality time together
he's been so busy with his schedules, but you both found a time that worked
so, you both decided to stay in and watch a movie late at night
however, there's a slight problem
because it's so late at night, changbin keeps falling asleep
everytime you look at him to see his reaction to a funny moment in the movie, his head is tilted to the side, and his eyes are closed
he looks way to adorable right now, but you want to watch with him
"changbin baby, please wake up. we have to watch a movie together," you whisper gently into his ear
he wakes up slightly and grumbles "no i'm awake, i was just resting my eyes," (mhm sure you are)
you laugh at him and his denials to falling asleep, when you can clearly see he's already asleep
"well what's it gonna take to wake you up hm?"
he now suddenly wakes up and looks at you cutely, "cuddle me until i wake up,"
you both know that he won't ever wake up, but you decide to cuddle your too good to be true boyfriend
you both stay there on the couch, in each others arms until the morning comes
hyunjin - opening the light and him complaining
you decide to surprise hyunjin with a late night snack
so you head to his dorm and greet the 3racha members who also live there, you ask where hyunjin is so you can surprise him
they say he's sleeping, but that doesn't stop you
you head to his room quietly, and open the door
you are greeted with a sleeping dumpling in his bed
you take a second to admire the loose strands of hair that are scattered across his face
then you look to your right and see all the artworks, and leftover sketches spread out messily on his desk
you want to move them, so you can place the food on the desk instead without damaging his work
so you turn on the light to see your surroundings better
however, that caused hyunjin to wake up all groggy
"turn off the lights-" he says in a moody tone, but he gets caught off the moment he sees your face
suddenly his expression and tone become a lot softer at the sight of his pretty partner
"why are you here? i thought you were han annoying me again for a sec"
"no silly it's me." you say with a laugh
"i got us some late night snacks. let's eat together." you say to him gently
"okay baby, but lets cuddle first" hyunjin says, opening the covers to invite you in
jisung - wrapping an arm around your waist
you and jisung are both homebodies, it's a well known fact
so your dates are usually spent in the comfort of his dorm
you both decided to go to bed early instead of staying up to watch a movie
you wake up in the middle of the night and try to get into a more comfortable position
you attempt to move away from jisung for a bit, so you can stretch a little
however, your actions were cute short as han reached his arm out and wrapped it around your waist, and pulled you incredibly close to him
you feel your back touch his chest and abdomen, and his warm steady breaths on your exposed shoulder
his hold on you is tight, "it's better like this," is all he says before placing a gentle kiss on your shoulder
you smile at his comment, "alright baby, if you insist. goodnight."
"goodnight baby, i'll be dreaming of you."
felix - distracting you from work
it's currently late at night, and here you are slumped over on your bed and facing your computer
you have been trying to get through all the piles of unattended assignments
and you haven't stopped since a few hours ago
you boyfriend however, has been making it difficult to focus, as he's now negotiating with you to halt your work
"come on baby, you've been working all day!" (it's only been two hours) "you should take a break and spend time with me," felix says
he has come to join you on the bed and is now laying his head on your lap
"i'm sorry lixie, but i really need to focus on my work. give me another hour that's it" you say, your eyes haven't left your computer
yet you can still see the sad expression plastered on your clingy boyfriend's face in your peripheral vision
that face always makes you look at it, so you look down to meet felix's eyes
he smiles now that he's gained a bit of your attention
so, he resumes his nagging
"it's almost twelve in the morning y/n," (it's 9 p.m.) "it's too late for you to work. let's cuddle instead,"
you look at your computer then you face felix, you repeat this motion for a second time
cuddling felix seems way more fun than doing homework, plus you've finished a good amount of work already
"alright fine, you win. but you gotta let me work in a few hours okay?"
"okay." felix says while engulfing you in a tight hug. he knows he won't let you work until the next day
seungmin - falling asleep with glasses on
you catch seungmin half asleep on the bed as you enter the room with some tea
he asked you to make some for him because 'y/n's is always better' (he's just too lazy to do it himself)
nevertheless, you agree and make some lavender tea
yet when you come he's laid comfortably on the fluffy surface with a warm knit cover to keep him warm
he looks so cute you can't stop yourself from taking pictures of him at every angle, as you set the tea down
(you can't wait to show him in the morning and see his annoyed expression)
but you notice one thing, his glasses are still on
you try your best to remove them without waking seungmin
but the moment you touch the frames, he opens his eyes and looks at you
you're able to remove them quickly and set them aside
you see seungmin look at you quietly, "hi" you say
he doesn't answer, instead he takes you by the arm, and makes you lay on top of him
"uh seungmin baby, i can't move" you say, voice restrained a bit at the position you're in
"that's what you get for waking me," he says
"i was doing you a favour you know, and i got us tea"
"well, your reward is laying on top of me," he retorts
jeongin - laying on his chest
you feel at peace right now
you’re laying in bed with your caring boyfriend jeongin
you both decide to sleep after a long day spent together
as you lay beside him, you notice that he seems a bit sad
since this is unusual, sp you ask your sweet boyfriend why he has that look on his face
"i can't sleep without holding you in my arms." he simply states
you feel a smile forming on your face (how can a grown man be this adorable?)
"then how about i lay on your chest?" you ask
he nods and lays on his back
you get into position and cover you and your boyfriend until you're both snuggled against each other
his chest of comfortable, and you hear his heartbeat faintly
with rises and falls of his chest, you feel yourself become more and more tired
"aw you look so cute," you hear jeongin say. "i bet you'll sleep faster if i play with your hair."
"i'm willing to take that bet," you say
his fingers gently massaging your scalp make you drift even deeper to sleep, until your breaths are even, and eyes completely closed
"goodnight love," jeongin says, before he too falls asleep
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a/n: hey babes, i tried to find snearios that matched skz , i hope i did a good job!! i hope you're all doing well <3
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collisvng · 1 month
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BF!bangchan — "Are You Okay?" Texts 🌻✨️
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—cw: kinda angsty, slight swearing, chan is lowkey a simp lol
—an: i may or may not have wrote this for a friend... (ily bestie)
💙: one screenshot is technically a video.
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skz catching you reading fan fiction
pairing: idol ot8 x reader
wc: ~5.4k
warnings: lots of reader being embarrassed obv. pet names, hyunjin’s is a tiny bit angsty (sorry), a very brief joking mention of dying in seungmin’s
an: this is a repost from my recently deceased blog hyunjins-orange-slice. may she rest in peace. some of the fanfictions mentioned in this are mine and have been linked. others i just made up. 💕
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⋆。‧˚chan˚‧。⋆
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“Come here. Across my lap, princess.” He ordered.
‘oh this is getting good’ you said quietly to yourself. you were in bed, cuddled up under the covers, the only light coming from the screen of your phone. your eyes flashed across the page quickly, needing to find out what happens next. it had clicked in your brain earlier today that there could quite possibly be fan fiction about your boyfriend floating around on the internet somewhere. you were aware of his fame. but that’s not why you’re with him, even though that’s how you met him. you had been together for a while now, and you cursed yourself for not thinking of this sooner. of course there’s fan fiction about him. and even though it makes you cringe in a way, you couldn’t stop yourself from immediately searching for it as soon as you got home. chan is still at the company, always working the long hours, so you were unsure when he would be home. but you assumed it would be late. so you allowed yourself to get lost in the world of stray kids tumblr. you had read a few already, but this one, this one was spicy. you could feel that familiar throb in between your legs.
“Honey..” He said in a surprised tone. “You’re so wet.” He ran his middle finger up your slit, playing in your wetness. He gently prodded your entrance. You moaned quietly against his thigh. “Only a couple more.” He said, then he spanked you again.
you squeezed your thighs together, briefly thinking of grabbing that buzzing friend from the top drawer of your nightstand. but before you could do so, the bedroom door opens. a tired chan enters, setting his bag down. you let out a gasp and clutch your phone against your chest as he looks up at you, suspicion on his face.
"whatcha doin, baby?" he asks.
"uh.. no-nothing." you stammer back. real smooth.
"why are you hiding your phone from me?" he looks a little concerned now as he sits on the bed next to you. he didn’t want to let himself think that you may be romantically talking to someone else. but he couldnt help it. you could read his feelings all over his face. and as embarrassing as it was, you couldnt bare for him to think you were cheating. it’s best that you just tell him the truth.
"i.. i might have been reading a story.. about you. written by a stay." you say, unable to look at him. you stared at the outlet on the wall across from the end of the bed.
he laughed. "fan fiction?!" he exclaimed, laughing even more. your face turned a bright red. "show me. let me see." he said, reaching for your phone.
you held it tighter to your chest. "no!" you argue, pulling away from him.
"cmon baby. let me seeeee." he whined, reaching for your phone again. you held it out of his reach, so he used his not so secret weapon. he started tickling your sides. you immediately screamed in pained laughter and folded your body in on itself and toward him, trying to detach his hands from your skin. he let go, grabbing the phone, and jumping off the bed. he ran to the corner of the room and you sat up on your knees on the bed. you didn’t move any closer, having realized your defeat.
"Good girl baby, suck daddy’s cock, choke on it, you can do it, take it all, that’s my girl…?" he read aloud. his sentence ending in a question, not having thought that the fan fiction you would be reading would be smut. the tips of his ears turned slightly pink, and you covered your face with your hands before he could look at you. "you’re reading a fan fiction called ‘his good girl, always’?" he asked, slightly stunned. but you could hear the amusement returning to his voice. "what does dom daddy chan mean?"
you groaned. "is this what you fantasize about, baby?" he asked but you couldn’t answer him. "look at me, honey."
you shook your head no, still covering your face with your hands. "i said look at me, princess. cmon, be a good girl." an involuntary whimper escaped your lips at that, and you slowly peeked at him over the tips of your fingers. a smirk was on his face, one dimple poking out, his eyes dark with lust. "let’s finish reading this, yeah?"
⋆。‧˚minho˚‧。⋆
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“hey min?” you called. an answering grunt came from the other room. “could you pass me my phone? soonie is sleeping on my lap.”
you were sure he heard you. you could hear him get up from his desk and walk to the nightstand to get your phone. but that had been a couple minutes ago. what was taking him so long?
"minho?" you called again. he slowly shuffled into the living room, your phone in his hand, his face pointed at the screen. there was a smirk on his face.
oh shit.
you remembered what you had been doing on your phone last. you were sure you fell asleep earlier with tumblr open to the story you were currently reading. you enjoyed reading fan fiction about your boyfriend, though you never wanted to admit that to him. you felt like you might not have a choice in the matter now. you had been caught. he stopped a few feet away from you, still scrolling, his eyes moving back and forth as he read. the smirk on his face only grew as he continued to skim the page.
"min, give me my phone please." you said quietly. he held a finger up, shushing you.
"My cock drunk little slut, takes my cock so good." he read from the screen. "is this what you’re always reading on your phone?" minho asked, finally looking up at you.
you buried your head in your hands, scaring the cat off you lap. "i didn’t know you liked to read fan fiction about me. you have the real me, you know?" he said. "why am i always calling the reader kitten? is that a thing that stay thinks i like?"
you groaned. you could feel him come closer, until he was standing right in front of you. he dropped your phone onto the couch next to you, you could feel it bounce on the cushion. "hello?" he asked. you still couldn’t look at him. your face burned with embarrassment. your whole body burned with embarrassment. he wrapped his hands gently around your wrists and tugged. you let him pull your hands away from your face. he let go of your wrists and then used his fingers to tilt your chin up, so you were facing him. he was grinning, and you couldn’t help but notice the veins running up and down his arms. his arms never failed to make you a mess for him. "is that what you want? for me to call you kitten?" you tried to look away from him, but his grip tightened on your chin. "ah ah." he scolded. "answer me."
"i- it’s- um.. it’s something that i’ve thought about.." you admit. his thumb moved to gently stroke your cheek.
"you should have just told me that." he says, sweetly. "you want me to manhandle you too, like in that story? want me to use toys and eat my cum from your pussy?" his thumb has made its way to your lips now. gently rubbing back and forth before pressing into your mouth. you wrapped your lips around the digit, running your tongue around it.
"mmhmm" you mumbled around his finger.
"i think that can be arranged.. kitten." he purred.
⋆。‧˚changbin˚‧。⋆
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you were sat in the corner of the room, butt on this hard ass wooden bench, swallowed by your boyfriends hoodie, face buried in your phone. changbin had begged for you to go to the gym with him today, and so you agreed. he’s so cute when he pouts and puffs his little cheeks out. but you had no intention of working out with him. you just said you would come. so he’s working out while you watch from the sidelines. and oh boy you could watch him work out for hours. he was currently doing the bench press? bench pressing? he was laying down on the bench thingy and pushing up on the bar thingy with the heavy thingies on the ends. chan was spotting him but changbin didn’t need it. he was all sweaty and yummy. so buff. were you drooling? see this is why you were looking so intently at your phone. if you watched him work out for too long, you got all soft and gooey and you didn’t want that. but looking at your phone wasn’t helping either. in fact, tumblr may be making your situation worse. but you couldn’t look away. not when there was a detailed fan fiction in front of you about your boyfriend. you were just reading it at first because it interested you. you know, for science. did they describe him correctly? did they get his size right? you were surprised to find out that the stories were actually pretty accurate. so then you kept reading. and now your 8 thousand words deep in a slow burn smut fic about him and you just so happened to get to the good part while you were in the gym with him. fuck. your body started getting hot. you stretched and removed your hoodie from your body. you kept scrolling, the content getting spicier and spicier. he was doing what with his tongue? holy shit why hasn’t he ever done that to you in real life?
"are you hot baby?" his voice pulled you from your fantasy land and startled a jump out of you.
"ah!" you exclaimed. you held your phone close to your chest, your cheeks burning up and flushing red. he was standing in front of you, sweaty. his black muscle shirt sticking to his body. he wiped the sweat from his face with a small white towel. your mouth filled with saliva at the sight of him. you forcibly swallowed before answering him. "uh.. yeah i got a little warm." you tell him.
"are you okay? you seem a little flustered." he sits down next to you on the bench. he chuckles to himself. "you know, you’re acting like you usually do when i’m teasing you."
your face and body were on fire. you looked down at the floor, at the wall, anywhere but at changbin. your silence must have been loud.
"baby?" he reaches for your arm. you flinch at the contact, not out of fear, but out of desire. you were in the gym and you were so embarrassed. you couldn’t have him touch you at all, not even on the arm. your phone clattered to the floor, having lost your grip when you flinched. you immediately reached for it, but changbin beat you to it. and of course, just your luck, he glances at the screen as he hands it back to you. "what’s this baby? what’re you reading?" he skims the page some more. "those are some naughty words.." he says, quieter this time. you try to take the phone from him but he moves it out of your reach, continuing to read. "this is about me?" he says a little too loud.
"bin, give me my phone back please." you say, reaching for it. he hands it over.
"sure baby. i didn’t know you liked to read fan fiction about me." he was smirking at you. clearly poking fun. "and it was dirty fan fiction too. baby. i didn’t know you were so naughty." he chuckles.
"binnie.. please don’t. i’m flustered enough as it is."
"was the story that good?" he asks, serious now.
you nod. "it’s pretty good, yeah. and we’re here in the gym and you’re all sweaty and muscly and i’m about to loose it, bin."
he outright laughs now. "okay baby. let’s get you home and you can tell me about your story." he stands and takes your hand, leading you out to the car.
⋆。‧˚hyunjin˚‧。⋆
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"You are so beautiful, baby.” He said, stroking your cheek. “Such a pretty girl, about to suck her daddys cock.” You could feel your panties getting wet. “Open.” He ordered.
you absentmindedly rubbed your thighs together, trying to get any friction you could, so absorbed in the story you currently had open. you were in the kitchen, leaning against the counter, your elbows on the countertop. you eyes were glued to the screen. you were in the kitchen to make some dinner. you were hungry and you knew hyunjin would be home soon and probably would want something to eat as well. but now your hunger for food was long forgotten as a hunger for something else took over your mind. you didn’t even hear hyunjin put his key in the lock and open the door. he kicked his shoes off and dropped his bag, but you had no idea. one hand was against your mouth, the other hand had a death grip on your phone, thumb scrolling away at the text. hyunjin approached from behind, a little entertained that you hadn’t noticed him, and curious about what has you so focused. he peeks over your shoulder to glance at your phone.
The image of him above you may as well have been holy. It was holy to you. He was a god, and you worshipped him as such. “Fuuuck, baby.” He moaned, breathlessly.
he slowly wrapped his arms around your waist, scaring the daylights out of you. you jumped, dropping your phone, it clatters noisily onto the counter.
"what are you reading, angel?" he asks softly against your neck. he places a small kiss there.
"nothing." you lie quickly.
"didn’t seem like nothing." he hummed against your skin. "seemed kinda dirty. can i see?" he reaches around you for your phone and you don’t stop him. you know that you will never win an argument against hwang hyunjin. his long fingers close around the device, and he stands straight as he brings it to his face to look. you straighten as well, but you don’t turn to face him. you don’t want to see the look on his face when he sees what you’ve been reading.
"are you reading smut about me?" he asks. when you don’t answer, out of embarrassment, he gently grabs your shoulder and turns you around. "is this fan fiction?" you slowly nod your head, not looking at him, trying to understand his tone. he sounded upset.
"are you unhappy with our relationship?" he asks. that startles you to attention. you look up at him, his eyes filled with sadness.
"what? no, jinnie. absolutely not."
"then why are you reading this, if not to get something that you crave?" he argues. "am i not fulfilling your needs?"
"no. you are. i just—"
"i don’t understand why you would need to read this, unless you’re unhappy with me." he cuts you off. "especially smut. if i’m not satisfying you sexually, then we need to talk about that."
"that’s not it." you tell him. "i started reading it while you were away on tour because i missed you so badly. and some of it is actually.. good. so now, when i miss you and want to picture different scenarios about you, i’ll read some. i promise it has nothing to do with our relationship. it’s just fun to read what stay writes about you. and that one i was reading just now.. is pretty hot.." your cheeks flush. "i was actually going to bring it up with you to see if maybe you wanted to try something like that.." you look down at your hands, twirling your fingers together.
"you promise? if there’s something wrong, i can’t fix it unless you tell me about it." he says, holding you by the shoulders.
"i promise."
he’s smiling down at you now. "well then i guess let’s see what you’ve been reading. i saw you rubbing your thighs together, it must have been good to get you all hot and bothered like that." he starts reading the screen again. his smile grew the more he read. "so.. the part that you like.. is it the face fucking? or the daddy/princess dynamics?" he asks, seriously. but you feel it straight in your core. your panties sticking to your skin.
"i kinda like all of it.." you say quietly.
he sets the phone back down on the counter and brings his hand up to stroke your cheek. you noticed he was still a little sweaty from practice, and that only made you wetter. he leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on your mouth, his lips so plump and soft. he pulls away only an inch or so and then says against your lips, "well then get on your knees, princess."
⋆。‧˚jisung‧。⋆
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"hey sungie, could you grab my phone?" you ask, just getting out of the shower, wrapping the towel around your torso and reaching for your comb.
"sure." he pauses whatever game he was playing and gets up to retrieve your phone from the bed for you. when he grabs it, he looks at the text filled screen. it only takes a moment for him to read the words.
‘that’s it baby, you like it when i ride your cock like this?’ ‘yes mommy.’
he felt his cock twitch in his pants, and his ears flame with heat at the same time. he drops the phone back on the bed and turns around and leaves the room immediately without saying anything to you.
"sungie?" you look after him, worriedly. you drop your comb and follow him into the living room. he’s pacing back and forth in front of the couch, biting on his thumb nail. "what’s wrong?" you ask. he doesn’t answer you. he just keeps pacing back and forth. you wonder what the heck has gotten into him. you return to your bedroom and grab your phone from where it was laying on the cover. you look at the screen. that fan fiction you had been reading was still open. oh no. was he freaked out that you were reading this? you’d never told him about it because you thought it might freak him out, and maybe you were right. you returned to the living room. han was sitting on the edge of the couch now, a blank stare on his face, his mind a million miles away.
"did you read what was on my phone?" you ask him.
he looks up at you, startled. "uh yeah, i did. i’m sorry! i didn’t mean to read it, it was just open and a couple words jumped out at me and i couldn’t help but read them but i promise i wasn’t trying to spy on you or anything it was an accident, i-" he was rambling.
"sungie, it’s okay." you cut him off. i don’t mind that you looked at it. i have nothing to hide. especially from you." you smile at him.
he looks back down at his hands, silent yet again.
"did you want to talk about it?" you asked. "do you have any questions?" you walked over and sat next to him on the couch. he leaned back, throwing his head over the back of the couch dramatically, his eyes shut. you noticed his hands were covering the tent in his pants. so he must have liked what he read you thought.
"it’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it right now. i can go back to the bathroom and we can talk about it after you’ve had time to think." you move to stand from the couch but han grabs your wrist. you look at him, his eyes wide.
"you were reading fan fiction about me?" he asked quietly. you nodded at him. "and you like to read that stuff?"
"i do." you answer him. "is that okay with you?"
he nods slowly, still thinking pretty hard about something.
"what do you like about them?" he asks.
"i just like to imagine different scenarios about you. especially when you’re gone on tour and i miss you. but i must admit, i’m pretty partial to subby jisung." you tell him, smirking. you loved to tease him. his face flushed a bright pink at your words.
"what’s subby jisung like?"
"well," you start, placing your hand on his thigh. "subby jisung is very needy, and whiny. he just can’t help it, he wants the reader so bad."
he shifts uncomfortably in his seat, trying to adjust his pants discreetly, but he fails.
"do you like the thought of that?" you tease. "did you like what you saw? the reader in that story was riding subby jisung as he begged. is that what’s got you hard?"
he shook his head no.
"then what was it?" you ask. he removes his hands from his front, fully exposing his erection to you, only hidden by his sweatpants. he makes grabby hands at you, and you smile. you stand up from the couch and drop your towel to the floor, fully naked in front of him. "what do you want, sungie? what did you read that you liked so much?"
"mommy.." he said quietly.
"what was that?" you say, teasing him some more. you loved it when he got like this. all soft and shy. you leaned down and grabbed the waistband of his sweatpants, clinging tightly to his small waist. you tugged them down and off him completely, his cock standing at attention.
"mommy.." he said a little louder. "please.."
"please what?"
"ride me, mommy. please." he begged. and how could you say no to that?
⋆。‧˚felix‧。⋆
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you were both on the couch, facing each other, your legs tangled together. felix was playing a game on his switch and you were scrolling tumblr. it didn’t take long after you found the fic for you to start rubbing your thighs together. you “accidentally” brushed your foot against felix’s pants.
“hey angel, be careful where you’re kicking.” he giggles, never taking his eyes off the screen.
“sorry lixie.” you say softly, trying to hide the neediness in your voice. apparently you failed, because felix put his game down and looked up at you.
“what’s the matter, flower?”
you just shake your head no, still staring down at your phone.
“did you watch that maniac fan cam of me again? baby i know you like the ending fairy but im literally sitting right here. i couldn’t even perform because i was injured.”
that makes you smile a little. you do really love that performance. it’s his smile at the end. but no, you were wet from something else this time. “no, that’s not it.” you tell him.
“then what?”
you just shyly hold out your phone to him. he gently takes it from you and skims the words on the screen quickly. “oh. fan fiction? i’ve read this one actually. it’s pretty good but i wouldn’t say it’s my favorite one.”
you look at him, shocked. “you’ve read that one?”
“yeah i think changbin and i read this one together actually.” he laughs. “i try to stay away from the smut, because it’s a little weird to read that about yourself you know? but occasionally one will pop up and i’ll look it over.” he hands the phone back to you.
“pop up? pop up where?” you’re still shocked, mouth hanging open.
“on my tumblr.” he says matter of factly. “my favorite ones are the fake text ones. the unhinged ones where im sending funny memes.” he’s laughing again and you’re just looking at him. his beautiful face and you’re just in awe of him. of course this man would read his own fan fiction. he’s chronically online. “so.. are you going to tell me what you read that got you all bothered?”
“uh.. i just thought it was hot.. you know?” you say quietly, unable to meet his gaze.
“you like the thought of sucking me off while im playing games online? isn’t that what that one is about?”
you nod slowly.
“you just like the idea of sucking me off? or is it the thought of han or jeongin hearing you on the other side?”
you groan, grinding your hips into nothing. “lixie..” you whine.
“what, angel? i’m just trying to understand you.” he teases. he moves to climb on top of you, your back against the couch cushions, him hovering above you, caging your head with his arms. “do you want to talk about it some more?” he leans in closer. “or do you want to maybe act out your favorite fan fiction with me?” he places a gentle kiss on your lips and you’re lost. nothing exists but him.
⋆。‧˚seungmin˚‧。⋆
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what choices had you made in life to bring you to this point? alone, in bed, one hand in your pants and the other hand gripping your phone, tumblr open. your favorite seungmin fic filling the screen. you had started reading fan fiction about him, and you weren’t proud of it. you just wanted him so badly. and if you were going to fantasize about him, might as well have some help from the internet, right? maybe you were just trying to make yourself feel better. you had known seungmin for a little while now. you have had a crush on him for just as long. it might even be more than a crush if you’re being honest with yourself. ever since you moved into the dorms, you’ve had some huge heart eyes for the guy. but he’s so intimidating. you were scared to ever talk to him. so here you were, hand down your pants, alone at the dorms, moaning his name.
“fuck. seungmin. yes.” you moan to yourself. maybe you were being a little too loud. but you didn’t care. no one was home, and it felt too good. your fingers making sloppy wet sounds as you pumped them in and out. the mental image of him above you had you right on the edge of release. when suddenly.. there’s a knock on the door.
shit.
what the fuck do you do in this situation? you yanked your hand out of your pants so fast, and pulled the blanket up over your head like there was someone actually in the room with you to hide from. you held your breath. trying to be as quiet as possible. after a minute or two, there it was again, the knocking.
“i know you’re in there.” he said. seungmin. you would know his voice anywhere. you’ve been obsessed with it for months now. “are you decent? i’m coming in.” he warns. and before you have time to panic about that, the door cracks open and seungmin sticks his beautiful head inside. he looks around and sees that your hiding under the covers. he walks in and sits on the edge of the bed.
“so.” he starts. “i think we should probably talk about that.” he pokes at what he thinks is your leg, but he can’t be sure. you’re just a pile of blankets. you pull the blanket down to reveal your face, bright red cheeks and watery eyes.
you look at him, but he’s not looking at you. he’s staring at your phone, which is laying on top of the covers, still on and open to tumblr.
“is that my name on the screen?” he asks, emotionless. you couldn’t tell if he was mad or disgusted or intrigued. he pointed at your phone with his index finger.
“i can explain.” you say.
“no need.” he looks into your eyes now. “you’re obviously reading fan fiction about me while you touch yourself. what else is there to explain?”
you seriously wanted to crawl into a hole and die. you prayed for the earth to swallow you up in that moment. where was the alien invasion when you needed it? “i— i guess you’re right..” you mumble. “there nothing else to explain.” you look up at the ceiling, tears pricking your eyes. “i’m sorry.” you tell him.
“don’t be sorry. i quite enjoyed hearing your moans from outside the door. what a thing to come home to.” he smiles his teasing smile at you and in that moment you’re glad that you’re in bed and not standing, because your legs turned to jello.
“i didn’t know my roomie was such a slut for me.” he says, reaching for the blanket. “my little slut.”
⋆。‧˚jeongin˚‧。⋆
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god, your boyfriend had beautiful hands. you had this thought every day, multiple times a day. but you could never say anything to him. you were way too shy for that. and wouldn’t that be weird? ‘hey, innie i think you’re hands are really sexy.’? you were embarrassed just thinking about it. so you kept it to yourself. suffered in silence, drooling over his hands. you had recently turned to tumblr to fulfill your jeongin hand needs. and that was working out fine for a little while. but now, sat on the couch next to him, it’s like his hands are sending out a signal. a loud blaring siren that says hey! here we are! look at us!
the way he’s holding his phone, the muscles flexing as he uses his thumb to scroll instagram. your mind was immediately filled with dirty thoughts. so against your better judgement, you opened tumblr and continued reading. was it dangerous to read this while sitting so close to him? sure. but you couldn’t just excuse yourself to the other room without him having questions. so it’s either this, or just openly stare at his hands until he notices. what you didn’t anticipate however, was him putting his hand on your bare thigh, slowly rubbing your leg up and down, lovingly. he was doing it absentmindedly, ghosting his fingertips across your skin as he scrolled. you were sure your panties and your pajama shorts were probably soaked through at this point.
you forced your eyes back to the screen, but it only made things worse. in the real world, he’s gently rubbing your leg. in tumblr world, he’s wrapping his hand around your throat and squeezing. you accidentally let out a whimper, squirming in your seat. his hand stilled on your leg as he looked up at you. you dropped your phone onto your lap, and covered your face, mortified.
he laughs at you. “you’re adorable. why’re you hiding?” he reaches to try to pry your hands from your face. his fingers wrapping around your wrist send a shiver through your body, straight to your core.
“are those my hands?” he asks, chuckling nervously. you peek in between your fingers and see that your phone was displaying a rather large close up of his hands. somehow, the story you were reading had scrolled all the way back up to the top. there was the title of the story, and a picture of his hands. well fuck.
“i— uh-.” you stammer.
he holds his hands out in front of his face, turning them over and examining them. “what’s so special about them?” he asks, not really expecting an answer. “you must really like them if you’re reading fan fiction about them.” he laughs. “but i’m right here. you have the real thing on the same couch as you. why read about it?” he asks.
your face is bright pink. “i was embarrassed..” you admit softly.
“embarrassed? how long have you been thinking about this?”
you kind of shrug as an answer, meaning it’s been a while. he reaches for your phone, and before you can stop him, he’s scrolling. “choking?” he looks up at you. “is that what you want, baby? for me to wrap my hands around your pretty little throat?” your eyes went wide and you swallowed hard. “aren’t you going to answer me?” he teases. “i bet my big hand would fit almost all the way around..” in one swift motion, he wraps his hand around your ankle and tugs, forcing you onto your back, him kneeling in between your legs. he leans over you, his breath against your cheek, his hand slowly sliding up your chest, his index finger playing with the little dip at the base of your throat.
“i’ll put this hand here..” he says, wrapping it around your throat but applying no pressure. “and i’ll put this one here.” his other hand finds your soaked pajama shorts. “already prepped, baby.” he places a soft kiss against your lips before sliding his hand into your panties, his middle finger finding your hole. “let’s see how long you can last.”
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