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feelbokkie · 17 days

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the one where chan "forgets" your birthday

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genre: slight angst, slight fluff

pov: 2nd person

description: in which chan thinks he forgot your birthday...but you just never told him

pairing: boyfriend!chan x reader

warnings: swearing, mention of eating

word count: 1,169

You slide your ID out of your wallet and hand it to the waiter. He skips over Chan for a second, ignoring the ID being held between his middle and pointer fingers. His elbow resting on the table, palm facing up practically begging the waiter to take his ID too. The waiter glances at him and finally takes the ID from him once he makes eye contact.

You fail to stifle a laugh at your boyfriend's misery. It's a thing that happens often now when you two go out. Almost every date the two of you go on where the occasion arises for the two of you to be carded, Chan normally doesn't. Especially when he's been working long. The only times you don't get carded and he does is during your very occasional trips to a club. But every week, without fail, the waiter will ask you for your ID and not him, much to his dismay.

Weekly dates, guaranteed time with Chan where you two go out and do some sort of couple thing. Not often do you two order drinks while out, but it's been a long week. Chan's been stuck at the company since your date last week and you were busy with work. The two of you hardly had time to text each other. How you two managed to find time to coordinate this week's date is beyond you.

You place your elbow on the table and rest your chin the the palm of your hand, watching Chan as the waiter double-checked your IDs. He looks better than he did last week. He looked beyond tired, his face paler than normal and the dark bags under his eyes more prominent than you're used to. It's why last week you two just spent a quiet night at your place, cuddling on the couch and watching movies until he fell asleep halfway through the second one. But he looks much more well-rested today. His face has a little more color to it. His black curly hair slightly framing his face. Finally healthy after years of dying and redying. He stares back at you with soft eyes and a smile wide enough to deepen his dimples. He quietly takes your free hand into his, squeezing slightly.

"Here you two are, I'll be right out with your drinks." The waiter hands both of your IDs back. You quickly let go of Chan's hand to take yours back and slip it back into your wallet.

"Thank you," Chan smiles as he puts his wallet back in his pocket.

"You're welcome. Feel free to take a bit longer to look at the menu." The waiter is just about to turn to leave before he suddenly stops and turns to you, "Oh, and happy birthday."

You fight the urge to roll your eyes and just plaster on a small smile. "Thank you,"

You watch as the waiter nods happily before walking off to tend to another table. You shake your head as you put your wallet away.

You don't notice at first, the way that all of the color in Chan's face leaves, turning him chalk-white. Or how his eyes quickly grow impossibly wide as his lips part in silent terror. You can't hear how fast the gears in his head are turning or how hard his head is banging in his chest. Not until you return your hand to his now limp and clammy hand.

"Chan?" Your furrow your eyebrows as you look up at your boyfriend, "What's wrong?"

"I...am so fucking sorry," He speaks with a suffocated whisper.

You tilt your head to the side and squeeze his hand to reassure him despite your now growing concern. "For what?"

His voice cracking and tight, "I forgot your birthday,"

"You--" You start.

"I'm so, so sorry--" Chan pulls out his phone and begins looking for something.

"Chan--" You try a little louder this time.

"--what kind of boyfriend--"

"Chris--" You try again.

"How did I forget it was your fucking birthday--"

"Christopher--" You place your hand on his, trying to get him to look at you.

"--I normally don't forget things like that--"

"Bahng Christopher Chahn," You nearly shout, finally getting his attention.

Chan stops and looks up, his eyes red and on the verge of tears. "I'm really, really sorry."

You look around the restaurant, taking in the atmosphere. The lights are dim creating a calming ambiance. The other patrons quietly talk amongst themselves. You can barely hear them over the soft classical music playing in the background. You and Chan are in a more secluded area covered by a plant to give you privacy from prying eyes.

"You don't have anything to be sorry about. You didn't forget my birthday," You say softly, stroking the back of his hand to calm him down, "I never told you when my birthday was."

"You...never told me? How is that...how did that even happen?"

Truth be told, it just never came up. You met after your birthday and started dating shortly after. With both of your busy schedules, it never really came up. You know Chan's birthday because of all the posts you see circulating on various social media sites by fans. His birthday is hard to miss, it's practically a national holiday.

"I don't really celebrate my birthday. It's...it's a long story. I'll tell you one day. But to me, it's just another day. You know I don't like that much attention on me anyway. I rather just let the day pass, without much of a fuss."

"That's understandable. It scared me though. I thought I forgot and I don't ever want to hurt you like that. You're really important to me. Everything about you is...even your birthday. But if you don't want to celebrate it, I won't push you." Chan takes both of your hands in his, lacing your fingers together.

"Thank you." You smile, "And I should have at least told you so you didn't have to panic like that. I'm sorry,"

"It's okay," He smiles, his dimples reappearing on his cheeks. "Want me to say something to the waiter so they don't do the whole dessert and singing thing?"

"If you don't mind." You sigh, relieved that you’re not going to have to ask Chan to do it for you later.

"I'll tell him when he gets back with our drinks." Chan presses his lips together into a fine line, “Can we at least go get ice cream or something later? I promise not to sing 'Happy Birthday' or anything. I just feel like you should still have something special today.”

You crack a smile, trying not to laugh at your boyfriend’s sudden sheepishness, “Yeah, we can go get ice cream.”

“Can’t I get you a gift? A small one?” He suggests.

“Chan,” You sigh, ready to argue back.

“Sorry,” He runs his hand through his hair. “I just feel bad still.”

“We’ll talk about it more later. For now, let’s just figure out what to eat.”

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Buy me a coffee?

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cgnab · 3 months

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FILMING.

pairings: hyung.line x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw(mdni!!) , filming , fingering , daddy kink , mommy kink , sub!binnie , dom!minho , begging .

author: two posts in one day ˙Ⱉ˙ ?!! also don’t ask why chan’s feels longer '◡' .

BANGCHAN . 방찬

“ look how wet you are—have you been playing with yourself ? “

he says as he’s sliding his dick into your entrance . He suggested filming both of you while you’re fucking so he could watch them when he’s away .

he inserts the tip inside you making you whine , wanting to have him fully inside .

“ channie—daddy want you inside me please!! “

“ there there , baby . I’ll fuck you as much as you want— “

he then slides his whole dick inside you slowly as to not make you feel any pain .

“ ah , ah you’re so tight baby , so good for me— “

he starts fucking you faster making you moan more into the mattress .

“Da—daddy!! So big , so big!! Ah— “

“ am I making you feel good baby? Want me to fuck you deeper huh? “

He starts fucking you faster , making you feel like cumming hard . But he suddenly stops just before you cum .

“ daddy—daddy , I was gonna c-cum . “

“I know baby , but don’t you wanna put a show for the camera huh? I’ll make you cum as much as you want baby . “

LEE MINHO . 이민호

“Yah , stop squirming around— “

he slaps your ass , so hard . he displayed the camera on an angle so it shows how good his cock with disappear into your cunt .

“ looks like my bunny want to get it hard huh? “

you were trying not to get out a moan instead of answering him .

he then slaps your ass hard , “ are you that cockdrunk that you can’t answer? “

“ m-min—move please!! “

“ oh I’m not going to baby , looks like you need to beg more . “

He then starts thrusting slowly , teasing you .

“ min!! Pleasepleasepleaseplease— “

he starts thrusting faster than before fucking you deeper , his tip hitting your cervix .

“ do you wanna cum—ah , do you? my little bunny . gonna cum inside you and fill ya up—fuck . “

SEO CHANGBIN . 서창빈

“ Bunny you’re riding me so good—ah! “

he tried to reach for your hips , but all he earned was a slap on his hand .

“ No no , no touching until I say baby . “

he really wants to touch you , he just wants to flip you onto the mattress and fuck you like a rabbit in heat .

“ ma-mommy!! g-gonna cum—gonna inside you mama!! “

then all of a sudden you stop riding him .

“ no bunny you won’t cum until I do , alright buns?? “

“ b-but ma— “

“ ah uh , no talking back to mama , let me cum first ok? “

you then take the camera to make him hold it , he’d probably forget to hold it still and focus on you riding him faster .

HWANG HYUNJIN . 황현진

“ fuck baby , clenching on me so hard—ah “

“ j-jinnie , wanna cum—wanna cum on your cock jinnie!! “

he holds your hips harder , then starts to fuck onto you harder .

“ you feel so good—shit!! I might cum a-anytime . “

you could feel yourself dripping from how much he has been fucking onto you , your things stained by your cum .

“h-hyun—daddy!! Daddy gonna cum on your cock please please!! “

He could feel himself cum right now .

“ W-whatcha say baby—I’m your daddy?? Yea—fucking into you good fuck— “

After a few thrusts you feel yourself cum on him so hard . “ f—fuck baby , cummin-cumming omg— “

after a few sloppy thrusts of his you could feel him cumming inside you , filling you good .

“ oh shit-looks like we got the camera dirty baby , looks like we should do it again— “

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jsabimi · 4 months

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— BF!Stray Kids React to "Thank You for the Flowers" Texts.

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PAIRING : bf!stray kids o8 x gender neutral reader

GENRE : fluff, barely even there angst - like seriously, just adding this to be safe cause you know there'll be someone that says something

WARNINGS : accusations about cheating in a playful lighthearted manner, playful teasing, insults, bickering, mentions about "admirers", creeps, very light jealousy - again, barely even there

⤷ stray kids masterlist

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sevngmin148 · 1 year

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Best Friends || bc & scb

best friend!bangchan, best friend!changbin x afab reader

genre: smut

warnings: friends to lovers, unprotected sex, threesome, choking (barely), petnames, oral (male and female receiving) praise, cumming inside

summary: you go to your best friends’ place and things get heated

word count: 1.8k

Spending the weekend with two of your best friends was definitely something you were looking forward to. You’d been close to Chan and Changbin for a few years and often found yourself at their apartment, sometimes spending more time there than at your own place.

You’d packed your weekend bag before taking a shower, taking your time and enjoying the warmth of the water as you washed yourself. You’d told them you’d be over later in the evening, so you had no reason to rush. After your shower, you made sure to moisturize before putting on a t-shirt and leggings. You brushed your hair and put on a bit of makeup, not worrying too much about your appearance. It’s not like your friends would judge you, after all.

After lazing around for a bit, you headed over to Chan and Changbin’s apartment. You let yourself in and kicked off your shoes. “Hey, I’m here!” You called out, dropping your bag as Chan walked over to you with a huge grin, wrapping his arms around you and hugging you tightly. You laughed and returned the hug, grinning up at him. “Where’s Binnie?” You asked as he released you. “Went to pick up some pizza. He’ll be back soon.” You followed him to the living room, sitting next to him on the couch.

“What’ve you been up to?” He questioned, shifting his body to face you. One thing you love about Chan is the way he always makes sure you know he’s listening. “Not much. Mostly just working. I’ve been so busy lately.” You sighed softly. The two of you continued to talk for a while before the front door open and Changbin walked in, carrying a few boxes of pizza. “Binnie!” You grinned and jumped up, rushing over to him. “Hey, (y/n)! How are you?” You followed him back to the living room, humming softly. “Good! I’m excited to spend the weekend with you guys.” Once he set the pizzas down, he wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed your temple.

You sat in between the two men, accepting the piece of pizza that Changbin passed you as Chan searched for a movie for all of you to watch, you and Changbin begging to watch a horror movie until Chan relented with a playful eyeroll. You thanked him with a slice of pizza and a kiss on the cheek before making yourself comfortable.

As the movie played, you stuffed your faces with pizza, you and Changbin teasing Chan any time he jumped or flinched. You ended up sitting on Chan’s lap, your legs resting on Changbin’s. You pretended not to notice as Chan’s hand rested on your hip, squeezing it gently while Changbin rubbed his hand along your leg. Their touches distracted you but you tried not to react, focusing your gaze on the TV. You squirmed as Chan pressed his lips against your neck, a soft whimper escaping. “Channie, what are you doing?” You mumbled, tilting your head slightly. “Shh, babygirl. focus on the movie.” He replied, tightening his grip on your hip and holding you in place. Your eyes fluttered shut as Changbin’s hand slid up your thigh while Chan continued kissing your neck. The two of them wouldn’t let you move for the remainder of the movie, shushing your whines as their hands roamed.

After what felt like forever, the movie finally ended. “Going to the bathroom.” You mumbled, quickly climbing to your feet and shuffling to the bathroom. Once the door was shut, you sighed and splashed cold water on your face, taking a deep breath. Of course you’d always found Chan and Changbin attractive. Who wouldn’t? But you never expected that they might feel the same about you. You glanced at yourself in the mirror as you dried your face before leaving the bathroom, walking out slowly. The two men stood in the hallway, Chan raising an eyebrow. “You good?” You nodded and bit your lower lip gently as he stepped closer, resting his hands on your hips. He kissed your forehead gently, before cupping your cheeks. The two of you gazed at each other for a moment before he leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. Pulling back, he stroked your cheek and took your hand in his, guiding you towards his bedroom with Changbin following close behind.

Chan sat on the edge of the bed and patted his lap, a small smirk forming on his lips. “Come here, babygirl.” He purred. You didn’t hesitate to straddle his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck, noticing as Changbin sat in the chair in the corner. Chan’s hands roamed your torso as he pressed a firm kiss against your lips, your eyes fluttering shut. You grasped onto the front of his t-shirt as you returned the kiss, letting out a soft whimper. His kiss was firm, but gentle and guiding. His hand moved to the back of your head, entangling his fingers into your hair. Your own hands moved down to the hem of his shirt, sliding beneath them, grazing your fingertips along his abs. He pulled back momentarily to remove both of your shirts, pressing an opened mouth kiss against your collarbone. Tilting your head as he trailed wet kisses along your skin, you grind your hips against him, eliciting a soft groan. Laying you back on the bed, he hovered over you and left more kisses down your torso, dragging down your leggings. Looking over at Changbin, you saw him watching intently with a hand in his pants, palming himself. The sight had you whining and bucking your hips., making Chan laugh and raise an eyebrow. “Do you like how he’s watching you, babygirl? Probably thinking about all the ways he wants to fuck you. That’s definitely what i’m thinking about.”

You whined again, moving your gaze to Chan as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties, tugging them off. You spread your legs as he settled between them, biting your inner thigh gently. Your eyes rolled back as he pressed his mouth against your center, flicking his tongue over your clit. Feeling the bed dip slightly, you opened your eyes and your gaze met Changbin’s as he looked down at you, hand trailing up your torso and cupping your breast, groaning softly. “Pretty girl.” He cooed, grinning as you let out a moan from Chan sucking on your clit. Changbin leaned down and presses his lips against yours, kissing you hard as he pinched your nipple, tugging at it gently. Chan pushed a finger into your cunt, thrusting it slowly as his tongue worked against your clit. Moaning into the younger man’s mouth, you grasped onto his hair and nipped at his lower lip while he continued to toy with your nipple. The attention and pleasure from both men has you squirming and bucking your hips as a second finger was thrusted into you. Your moans grew louder as Chan pinned your hips down, relentlessly thrusting his fingers into you. Within a few moments, you came around his fingers with a cry of pleasure breathing heavily. “Good girl.” Changbin praised, pecking your lips while Chan kissed up your body.

You watched as the two of them stripped off their clothes, clenching your thighs together as you eye them. You’d seen them shirtless before, but seeing them completely naked had your mouth watering. Chan moved to your side and Changbin took his spot between your legs, pushing them open gently. He gazed at your center while trailing his thumb over your clit, his other hand stroking his length. “So pretty.” He hummed, dragging the tip of his cock along your folds. As he slowly pushed into you, Chan guided his length to your lips. Taking him into your mouth as Changbin thrusted into you slowly, you moan around him. The two of them thrust in sync, Changbin holding onto your hips while Chan grasped onto your hair, muttering soft praises. “So pretty for us, babygirl. you take our cocks so well, don’t you?” You could only moan around him as he thrusted deeper into your mouth. Changbin tightened his grip on your hips as his thrusts sped up, moans spilling from him as he screwed his eyes shut. “So good for us. Our good girl, you feel so good.” He thrusted harder with each thrust, your back arching in pleasure as your eyes roll back. Chan pulled out of your mouth and pressed his lips against yours, kissing you messily as his hand moved between your thighs, pressing his fingers against your clit and rubbing gentle circles against it as Changbin moaned from the way you clenched around him. After a few more thrusts, Changbin’s hips stuttered as he released into you. He stopped moving as he caught his breath, gazing at you for a moment before pulling out slowly.

As he moved from between your legs, Chan took his spot and thrusted into you, leaning over you and kissing along your neck. His thumb moved back to your clit as he thrusted hard and fast, his free hand wrapping around your throat and squeezing gently. “Pretty girl, you look so beautiful like this.” He moaned, gazing at you intensely. Each thrust pushed you closer and closer to the edge, barely able to keep your eyes open as you gasped and moaned. without warning, you came around him with a cry of pleasure, throwing your head back and trembling beneath him. It only took a few more thrusts before he reached his own peak, releasing into you with a hiss as he pushed into you fully, releasing your throat. He pressed a kiss against your lips before pulling out of you, watching the way their cum leaked out of you. “Chan, stop staring.” You huffed as your cheeks heated up, ignoring his laughter as Changbin walked back into the room. You hadn’t even noticed that he’d left. He walked over to you with a damp towel, kissing your forehead before gently cleaning your body. “Thank you, Binnie.” You sighed contently as Chan went to the dresser and pulled out some boxers and a t-shirt. He dressed you in them before pulling on a pair of boxers, Changbin doing the same.

The two laid on either side of you, Chan pulling you into his chest and Changbin pressing himself against your back. They kept their hands on you, pressing kisses against your exposed skin as you relaxed against them, sighing contently. You couldn’t keep your eyes open, body exhausted. You were almost asleep when you heard Changbin’s voice. “We love you.” Chan’s followed after. “So much.”

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aeliuss · 15 days

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warnings!: angst, mentions of self hate. hurt comfort.

on days when he cannot discern between his body and his shadow, chan tries to keep away from you for as long as possible.

it's not that he doesn't love you--the opposite actually. sometimes he thinks the dead thing in his chest beats only for you. beats and beats and beats, pumps blood into veins he feels he is unworthy of because how then would he be able to hold you? to kiss you?

but on days like this, he is ashamed.

his knees buckle under the weight of his own existence. how could he hold you, kiss you, when he felt like a mere shell of the man he once was? how could he offer you anything when he struggled to find value in his own existence?

it's crippling. this feeling. this weight. this him.

so when you find him sitting on the edge of the bed in the dark, he winces. turns away. the dark circles stretch under his eyes like black holes and he's in the same shirt he'd pulled on four days ago and the light that comes in through the crack in the door you just opened is blinding him and he's ashamed.

"what're you doin' here?" it comes out as a croak. he cringes at the sound of it.

but all that comes out of your lips is a small, "baby.."

you say it with so much love but all it does is repulse him. how could you still have love for a rotting carcass? it's the reason he's opted to stay in the dorms rather than your apartment these past few days. he's almost certain the boys had something to do with your presence here now.

"m' fine," he says, turning on the bed, away from the light, from you. he can't really tell the difference.

you close the door behind you, bathing the room in darkness once more. you take a step closer, the floor creaking beneath your weight. chan flinches, his shoulders tensing as if bracing for impact. he wants to disappear into the shadows, to fade away until he no longer exists in your world. to shield you from the festering ugliness inside of him

but when you step forward, towards him, his body reacts, legs opening so you can stand between them.

your hand hesitantly reaches out, fingers brushing against his tense shoulder. he catches it, pushing it away.

"i haven't showered," he mutters, head bowed, unable to meet your eyes.

"chris."

"you should probably leave. this happens all the time, i'm fine." he's telling you to leave but his fingers are clenching around the hem of your t-shirt so tightly his knuckles turn white. "i'm fine."

"chris," you say softly, your voice a tender caress in the dimness of the room. "look at me, baby, please."

he doesn't. can't bare to, so you have to nudge him gently with the palm of your hand, cupping his cheek. his eyes are dark, haunted, and they flick away as soon as they meet your gaze.

"you're not okay," you say, heart aching.

"i'm trying," his voice cracks. "i'm trying to be."

your finger grazes his jaw. "i love you."

and then he's clutching your hips, drawing you close to him, and the tears come like tidal waves. his face is smushed against your stomach, and you hold him, you feel the tremors coursing through his body, the weight of his anguish pressing against you. you don't flinch, don't pull away. instead, you hold him tighter, letting him know that you're there, that you're not going anywhere.

"i love you," you whisper again, your words a soothing melody in the darkness. "i'm here, chris. i'm not ever leaving you."

he clings to you desperately, as if you're the only anchor in a stormy sea. his sobs echo in the quiet room, mingling with the hushed sounds of your reassurances.

on days when he cannot discern between his body and his shadow, chan tries to keep away from you for as long as possible. he doesn't want you to see the ugly he knows is inside of him. but you do anyway. you see the ugly, the part of him he tries so desperatly to hide. you don't flinch. you don't turn away.

in your love, he discovers his own resilience, his capacity to rise from the depths of despair and embrace the light once more. and though the journey may be fraught with obstacles, uncertainties, and moments of darkness, he knows that as long as you're there, holding his hand, he'll never have to face it alone.

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hans-alter-ego · 3 months

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I try and think of different ideas to write and have but it always just comes back to bang chan and being so possessive and needy in the bedroom??

The eye contact, hand holding, praise, 'daddy' OMG my heart almost explodes everytime I read something like this.

It’s 10:15am where I am now and my head is just LOVING this.

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Chan would literally just, if you were quiet for too long while having sex I can just picture him grabbing you harder or just thrusting harder so he can hear how good it feels for you.

“You’re mine, I need to hear it.” And he’d slow his pace, but before you could do anything he’d grab your chin and look you in the eyes.

“You’re mine. Tell me.”

“Channie please I—“

“Say. It.”

He’d pull out of you just enough to where the top is almost full out before you break.

“I’m yours!” You’d scream.

“Channie i’m all yours.”

“Good girl,” and the sound of his praise would just break you.

“Now, are you gunna moan for me?”

“Yes.” You’d nod your head, biting your bottom lip as Chan doesn’t break eye contact.

“Yes what?” But his voice is soft, its not commanding. The entire time he’s not been aggressive, he’s simply been wanting to hear it. Like the words are enough of a caress for him. He loves hearing you tell him he’s yours, and that your his.

You look up at him, breathless as you say

“Yes daddy”

And that’s all he needs to push back into you with one stroke. Not too hard, but just enough to have you arching your back, eyes rolled back but Chan just soaks it all up, touching your skin, his hands grabbing any part of you, lips kissing and biting. He could drown in you.

#bangchan smut #stray kids smut #stray kids #bang chan #christopher bang #han jisung smut #bangchan fluff #bangchan imagine

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jenli-leleesss · 10 months

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♡ ─ bf!stray kids reaction to you wearing another member's sweatshirt

warning(s): swearing, joking mentions of breaking up, joking mentions of stroke in hyunjin's part again, lmk if I missed something it's never my intention to upset my lovely readers 💗

request: hi!! I ws hoping you could do a skz text reaction to them seeing you wear another members sweatshirt? I think it would be so cute to see them kind of jealous. thank you!

#8530D1 … stray kids masterlist

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chanshoesunite · 2 years

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Making yourself cum on Chan's arm

GENRE: smut, snark, idk arm kink?

WORD COUNT: 2223

Author’s Note (Co-curator Tortoise): This image has been living in my head rent free ever since they posted it. It is my lockscreen for heavens sake!! I have been imagining riding his arm EVERY DAY and it's just not healthy at this point. If you are like me, welcome, please leave a message so we can descend into madness together.

WARNINGS: rated M (minors do not engage!), masturbation, petting

„Oh my fucking GOD!“, you exclaim while staring at your phone. Luckily, no one is around, so you do not have to share the cause for your excitement – and despair. Chan has just posted a selfie with Changbin in the group chat “zoo and keeper 💪🐺🐰” between you three and Changbin’s girlfriend.

“Had a good set today~” was the accompanying text.

“Why would he do this to me”, you are absolutely stunned, while also knowing for sure that he has no idea what such a picture would do to you, seeing as you are simply the boys’ flatmate.

You wish you were more than that, so you could write something like Changbin’s girlfriend: “Tell Changbin I need him at my place urgently – it’s for sex reasons.”

You snort and think: “Same, girl. But we can’t all have fit as fuck boyfriends. Some of us have to suffer as singles while living with a perfectly eligible bachelor.”

However, you write: “EEEEWWWW, did NOT need to know this, will purge this from my memory in 3 – 2 – 1 – hey Changbin I have a weird feeling I won’t be seeing you around tonight so don’t forget to put the bins out tomorrow!!”

The ensuing snark in the chat has you grinning and helps you push The Picture out of your mind. It’s late in the afternoon on a Saturday so you decide to live it up and watch a Netflix documentary about some murder cult to distract yourself further. It works, but not for long, because inevitably Chan comes home, all by his lonesome and handsome self.

“Hey, what are we watching?”, he asks, flopping down on the sofa next to you once he has deposited his gym bag in his room. You risk a quick glance at him. Yep, still slightly wet hair from his shower, arms still pumped, veins still popping. God is testing you today.

“People being murdery”, you gesture vaguely at your glass and Chan helpfully reaches over to hand it to you. “Thanks.”

Your fingers brush his wonderfully warm skin and you take a breath and another peek. You notice something on his left hand and – damn it, damn yourself for not resisting – you grasp it lightly to take a closer look. His large hands are calloused, but surprisingly soft. You already knew that and you shamelessly relish the chance of touching him now under the guise of checking out the raw spot on his palm.

“And how did that happen?”, you wonder, “I thought you had callouses for dayyyys”, you stretch the sound while standing up to get some ointment.

“Ah, yeah”, he says shyly, rubbing his head, shouting after you, “you knaur, I guess I didn’t put my straps on properly.”

“Heh, strap-on”, you tease automatically as you walk back, cream in hand. You open the tube and put a pea-sized portion on his reddened skin. “Would’ve thought that makes you raw in other areas.”

“Oh my gosh, YN”, he laughs, letting his head fall back against the couch, then looking up cheekily, “I guess it depends how you use it?”

You huff a laugh, focusing on gently rubbing in the cream – fuck, you love doing this. You try not to make it last too long or be too sensual, but you cannot help but enjoy the texture of his skin under your fingers. You draw little circles on the redness, then use the cream to slightly push into the surrounding muscles of his hand as well.

“I’m not sure you know how to use a strap-on properly then! Best stick to the straps you know – and come find me if your callouses get defeated by your recklessness again.”

You pretend as if you want to get rid of the last bits of cream and travel your fingers up his sleeveless underarm, cruising his prominent veins for a few seconds. Then you quickly pull back and look at the TV screen again. Your fingers are warm from where you touched Chan’s arm, and you have to clench your hand to get rid of the tingly feeling in them. You brush your lips with the same hand that just touched Chan in a nervous tic, which only serves to make you even more nervous when you notice what you are doing and that Chan is still watching you. You pull your hand away from your mouth immediately.

“What?”, you ask, trying to play it cool, because obviously there is nothing to get all bothered by.

“Thanks”, he says simply, with a wide, happy smile. You feel like you could turn into putty when he smiles this way and you yearn to be moulded into something new by him. How dare his mouth and arms work in tandem like that? You try to save yourself by dialling up the drama in your voice:

“Ugh, it’s alright, I guess, all in a day’s work for a saint like me. I do accept alms in the form of chocolate and cash” – and cock, you add in your head, which makes you roll your eyes at yourself and back at the TV but you do catch a glimpse of Chan licking his lips before replying:

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

And you could bicker further, but his low voice took on a weird tone (playful, but sexy? Suggestive? Oh, lord!) and you have literally no spoons left to contain your horniness, so you try to ignore the gorgeous presence next to you and focus on murder.

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Four hours later you wake up, with a weight on you in unfamiliar places. You have somehow managed to partly drape yourself over Chan –you are spooning into him, holding his left arm hostage like your favourite plushie. His t-shirt is wet where you drooled on him, his head is resting above you. You are surprised to find him asleep, considering his insomniac tendencies.

Still quite dazed, you relish the feeling of his upper arm and side against your body. You lie there, just existing, enjoying this fleeting moment, listening to Chan’s calm breaths, the beating of his heart that you could swear you can feel from where his muscular arm is pressed against you.

When he moves in his sleep, you unwillingly relent your grip. Better to let him turn freely than wake him up. But he doesn’t move away – at least, not the way you expected. He grumbles, flexing his triceps as he slides his arm down. His arm is now lying between you and him, his hand is resting on your thigh, which you have tucked up against you, turning you into a little croissant.

On instinct, you slightly open your legs to let his hand in. You wonder what the hell you are doing. He hooks his hand between your thighs. You wonder what the hell HE is doing. Chan pulls you closer with an ease that both delights and disgusts you in the best possible way. You don’t breathe. He doesn’t let go. His hand is now nicely sandwiched between your legs. His fingers squeeze the meaty part of your thigh, tantalizingly close to your pussy. You lift your head, trying to look in his face. Is he still asleep? Are you his plushie now? Have you died and gone to heaven?

He seems peacefully asleep and you lie back down carefully. You are now much closer to him. You feel hot and a bit shivery. His fingers continue to flex in obviously involuntary movements, his synapses firing in deep sleep. Your eyes drift shut with pleasure.

It feels good. His touch, his proximity, this entire situation. You are taut as a bowstring from excitement. You experimentally touch Chan’s upper arm again, holding on, gently stroking the exposed skin with your thumb. He is so soft and his muscles so thick you could sink your teeth into them.

With the smallest gasp, you cannot help but roll your hips into his hand, very carefully, to cause that sweet friction you have been denied so far. Lightning strikes through your clit into your stomach.

“Oh shit”, you think, “oh shit, I shouldn’t have done that.”

Because you cannot stop yourself now. Chan’s heady closeness, his smell, his warmth, his fingers and now your own naughty movement have pushed you over an edge and you have to keep rolling, rocking yourself into him. You try to hold back, to be as soft as you can. You make a keening sound, nearly inaudible. You feel like you are being set on fire.

And then Chan turns over and captures you tightly. He rotates the arm between your legs so his hand is splayed on your arse cheek, holding on. His other arm comes down on your other side. He hovers over you, his elbows propping him up while his free hand snakes under your head to grab you in the nape of your neck. You cannot escape from the tight space he has created.

You suck in a shocked breath, your eyes snap open. His face is so close. Before you can move or say anything, try to explain yourself, he grins down at you.

“I knew you liked my arms, YN”, his voice is hoarse and quiet, laced with satisfaction, “I just didn’t know you liked them that much.”

“I’m so sorry”, you say with a panicked look on your face, trying to squirm out of his grasp, “I didn’t think…I didn’t mean to…”

Chan neither lets you finish your sentence nor continue your futile struggle against the virtual wall he has created with his body. He flexes the arm between your legs up against your crotch, squeezing your bum tightly.

“Fffuuuhhck”, you let out a broken moan from the sudden stimulation and your eyes drift shut again. This is what you needed. All the little movements you dared to make before cannot compare in any way to this. Chan’s large hand on your neck squeezes slightly.

“I like it when you swear”, Chan says, looking down at you, relenting the pressure of his arm and then pushing in again, making you gasp, bucking your hips, “and I like it when you use me. So, go on, YN…use me.”

You decide that this is the most realistic sex dream you ever had and to just fucking go with it. You pull Chan’s head down to cover his plump lips with soft kisses. He opens his mouth for you and it feels like he is ready to devour you. When his tongue touches yours for the first time, you feel like you might cum on the spot. His lips and tongue seem to tease you, promising more pleasure.

Your other hand grabs his arm, feeling his magnificent muscles straining to give you as much friction as you need. You start riding his arm slowly but with strength behind every roll of your hips.

“Come on, YN, I can take it.”

It’s dizzying. You pick up your pace, and soon there is no rhythm to your movements anymore, just plain wanton need to feel more. You are moaning into his mouth as he lets his tongue play with yours.

“That’s right, just like that. You have been holding back for so long, being all proper with me, I am so glad you are finally letting loose, you look fucking beautiful, my little princess.”

His low voice, his self-assured tone is driving you closer to your peak, and Chan can tell by your frantic movements and sounds. He kisses your lips, down your jaw. He squeezes your arse and your nape as he growls into your ear: “Keep going, baby girl. Cum on me.”

Yes, this is what you needed.

With a throaty moan you press your wet pussy against his strong underarm and ride out your orgasm, whimpering nonsense. Chan leans his forehead against yours, whispering how sexy you are while you spasm under him.

After what feels like millenia, you go limp. You are breathing hard, still making little noises as you come down from your high.

“Oh, fuck me, oh, that was so good”, you gasp.

Chan lies down next to you and pulls you in tight. He nuzzles your neck and you can feel his grin.

“Yeah? I think so too. Very hot. I especially liked it when you said I am your own personal Adonis.”

You groan and hide your face in your hands.

“I did say that didn’t I?! This is all the fault of. That. Picture.”

You turn around and accentuate your words with pinches to his shoulder and biceps. Chan laughs and catches your hand before it can pinch any further, kissing your fingers.

“You knaur, I never thought this would happen, but I am very happy it did”, he turns a little serious and looks into your eyes intently. “I think you are really cool and hot. And I would like to do this again. Maybe you will find some other parts of me even more enjoyable.”

You cock an eyebrow, making a show of looking him up and down.

“Hm, you think so, do you? Well, you muscular, arrogant, delectable, little shit, I will be the judge of that!”

And with that you attack his lips and push your hand down his pants to reward him for his existence in general and the orgasm he gifted you in particular.

#author tortoise #i am a simple woman #i see arms veins and muscles - i want to worship them #bangchan smut #bang chan smut #bangchan imagine #bang chan imagine #straykids smut #bangchan x reader #bang chan x reader #chanshoesunite #chan smut #stray kids smut #skz smut #bang chan scenarios #chan x reader #stray kids fanfic #bang chan fanfic

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jeonginluvrr · 1 year

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Can I request y/n comforting Chan after he’s had a bad day 🥹🤞🏽

bad day

pairing: idol!bangchan x gn!reader

genre: hurt/fluff, comforting fluff, established relationship

warnings: chan is super overworked, mentions of chan crying

notes: yes omg anon this is so cute </3 i hope you like it!

it was a no brainer that chan was constantly overworked. especially after his recent world tour he was absolutely wrecked, and it didn't help that he and the other members barely had any time to rest.

after a long day of practice, chan finally returned home, placing his sweater on the coat rack to the entrance of your shared apartment with him.

he dragged his feet to your bedroom, sitting on his side of the bed with his head in his hands, his chest rising and falling at a rapid pace.

you noticed this and put down your phone, joining him at his side. "baby, what's wrong?"

"had a bad day." he replied dryly, looking at you with hurt eyes. you could tell that he was so exhausted, so overworked, so tired.

"want to tell me about it?" you asked him, running your fingers over his knuckles. it helped him calm down.

"the company gave us more work. i'll be out of the house more than i'd like to be," chan huffed in frustration, his eyebrows knitted in anger. he took a deep breath, before continuing. "i don't mind, but i want time to spend with you. i don't want to seem like a bad boyfriend."

"you're not a bad boyfriend, chan," you sighed, squeezing his palms in yours, making him look at you attentively. "i understand that it's hard to make time for relationships. there's no need for you to feel guilty."

hurt filled chan's chest. he wasn't expecting that answer. he tore his gaze away from yours, his breathing beginning to become labored once more, tears beginning to fall from his beautiful brown irises.

"chan," you sighed sadly, watching him. you wiped his salty tears away from his cheeks, pressing a kiss against his cherry lips.

"i know, it's unfair. but you'll be able to spend so much time with me after your activities are over. just keep on pushing towards that goal, okay? i love you very much."

chan's sobs died down as he began to process your words of comfort, nodding slowly. he wanted to do everything in his power to spend time with you, but being the leader of stray kids, he's never had the time to.

chan wanted to work even harder just to see you; smiling brightly and greeting him at the door to your apartment, kissing him; loving him.

chan cracked a smile. how did he get so lucky to have you as his partner? he wrapped his arms around you, burying himself in the crook of your neck.

"i love you y/n. thank you so much for being so understanding." he murmured against your neck, pressing a kiss against your lips.

"i'm always here for you, chan."

#stray kids #stray kids x you #stray kids x y/n #stray kids imagines #stray kids drabbles #stray kids x reader #stray kids fluff #stray kids oneshot #bangchan x reader #bangchan fluff #bangchan x you #skz fluff #bangchan imagine #bangchan #stray kids fanfic #skz #hurt/comfort #fluff #jeonginluvrr

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stars4ni · 11 months

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skz + when your anxious

hyung line + gn reader! ☁️

warnings: anxiety, crying, stress

genre: fluff + comfort

maknae line

Bang Chan: You were at a hang out with friends when one of your friends made fun of your outfit you were wearing as a joke. You were hurt but didn’t want to show it, so you just laughed it off. You started to feel anxious and we’re bouncing your leg up and down. Chan started to realize that you were feeling anxious because of that rude comment. He placed his hand on your thigh, “baby are you okay?” You looked at him as you shook your head. “Aw baby” he looked at you in worry. He put his arm around your waist as he pulled you close. He leaned into your ear and whispered “you look absolutely beautiful today, their just jealous” he kissed your cheek. You smiled as you placed your head on his shoulder. “Channie I want to leave” “okay let’s go love~”

Leeknow: You are sitting on the couch finishing a project on a very short deadline. You started to feel very anxious as you thought you wouldn’t be able to finish the work in time. You put your head in your hands as you sighed. Minho sitting next to you quickly looked at you. “Kitten what’s wrong? Hmm?” “I’m so stressed, I can’t do this” you started to get frustrated and tears streamed down your eyes. “Oh baby…don’t cry” he pulled your head into his chest, stroking the back of your head. You continued to cry on his shirt, soaking it with tears. “Baby it’s okay…I’m here” “cry it all out, I don’t mind” You looked up at him with teary eyes. “Min what am I gonna do?” “How about you ask your professor for a extension okay? And in the meantime you get some rest, you look like you need some sleep kitten” he said and kissed you. “Do that for me okay?”

Changbin: You and him were hanging out with the rest of skz at his apartment. You were feeling anxious out of the blue, it might of been because you always get a little nervous when changbin is cuddly with you around people. But it wasn’t just that you had a lot of things on your mind like work, family, deadlines, and a lot more. Changbin had his arm around you, you guys were all talking about random things. The anxious feeling just hit you, you pulled Changbin’s arm off of you. You stood up to go to the kitchen to drink cold water, that always helps. Changbin realized you were acting off, he looked at you in the kitchen chugging water. He was familiar with your habits, you always drank water when you were anxious. He got up walking over to you, he back hugged you. “What’s making you anxious hun hmm?” You turn around to face him, hugging him. “Can we go to your room?” You asked. He nodded, grabbing your hand and walking to his room. He closed the door and sat on his bed with you. “Talk to me okay? What’s wrong?” You leaned over to lay in his lap, looking up at him. “I just get shy around other people when your touchy, and I’ve been stressed about work and-” you started to tear up. “Hey hey it’s okay…I’m here” he started to caress your head. “Come here” he said as you sat up and hugged him. “Breathe baby…just breathe”

Hyunjin: You laid on hyunjin’s bed as he sat across the room drawing. You were laying on your bed. Scrolling on your phone looking at tiktoks as you then see a notification pop up. You open to a email, you read the email as you start to worry as it’s from your college. It explains how you have failed one of your core classes and have to take it again. You start to panic as this changes all your plans for the next few years. You put your phone down as you sign very loud. Hyunjin realizes something’s wrong, “princess what’s wrong?” He says as he gets up and sits next to you. You lay your head on his lap as you start to cry. “I’m just so annoyed, I failed my class and now all my plans are ruined” Hyunjin holds your hand, “hey it’s okay…it will be okay, I’m sure you will figure something out” he caresses your hand. “I feel like a failure, I really tried hard for this class…and I still failed” you say starting to tear up. “Baby…your not a failure, classes can be hard. Especially in college, don’t put yourself down too much” he says leaning down and kissing your forehead. “Just know I am so proud of you, and that’s all that matters” you sit up as he then kisses you on the lips. “I’m so so proud of you love~”

#skz #straykids #Hyung line #fanfic #K-pop #bangchan #leeknow #changbin #Hyunjin #K-pop scenario #skz Imagine #skz x Reader #skz scenarios #stray kids #bangchan imagine #leeknow imagine #changbin Imagine #Hyunjin Imagine #kpop fanfic

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skzimagines · 11 months

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Characters: Dom!Bangchan x female reader. | All of Skz |

Genre: College!AU | Smut, smut and more smut.

Summary: Chan has had his eye on the “femme fatale” of their group, for a while now. When you all get invited to a party, he takes this as his shot to get closer to you, without making it obvious.

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“You’re way out of her league anyway.” Minho say says, wrapping his arm around Chans shoulders with a laugh. “No he’s not! Shut the fuck up. He just isn’t interested. Asshole.” I laugh.

Minho has been trying to hook Chan up with this girl in our class all night. Chan has no interest in this girl, but Minho has taken it upon himself to invite her over with us. She stood around by Minho most of the time. I think she got the hint that Chan wasn’t feeling her, when she tried to dance with him and he lightly pushed her away.

We’ve all had plenty to drink, not understanding anything coming from our mouths anymore. Being tipsy quickly turned in to us being drunk.

“He’s not interested because he’s in love with you.” Minho yells over the music. I look at Chan, he looks down at the floor with a light blush tinted on his cheeks. “Go away!” I yell, pushing Minho away with a laugh. Minho walks away, and things become quiet between Chan and I. I get a text from one of my friends, who are outside smoking. They ask if I want to come out with them. I get closer to Chan, to talk into his ear. Considering he wouldn’t be able to hear me from the distance I was at, with how loud the music is. “Hey, do you want to come outside with me?” I ask. He rests his hand on my hip as I ask in his ear. I pull back to find an answer, he nods his head with a smile.

I grab his hand and drag him through the crowd of people, finding the back door and stepping out on to the balcony. The smell of smoke instantly hits my face. My friend walks up to Chan and I, embracing me into a hug. She pulls away and eyes Chan up and down. “Who’s this fine man?” She asks with a smirk. I laugh at her reaction to him, turning around and pulling him foreword by his sweater pocket to introduce himself. “I’m Chan.” He says, with that award winning smile. She stares at him for a few seconds longer.

“Are you fucking my best friend?” She says out of no where. I playfully smack her arm and give her a look of warning. “What? I’m just asking!” She says in a high pitch tone with a smirk. “Umm.. n-no I’m not… fucking her.” Chan answers her, but he’s looking into my eyes as he says it. My friend passes me a joint and a lighter. “Here, you two need to relax. I can taste the sexual tension between you guys. It’s sickening.” She says with a laugh before walking away.

“I am so sorry about her, she just has a mouth that cannot be tamed, I’m sor-” he cuts me off by taking the joint out of my hand. “It’s okay, no worries.” He says, placing the blunt between his lips and lighting the end. Taking a long drag before passing it to me. I do the same. I pass it back to him and he takes it, moving closer to me. His face centimeters from mine. “Besides, even if I was fucking you… I wouldn’t walk around telling everyone.” He whispers, sending chills up my spine. He takes another hit, blowing the smoke out directly into my face. I take a deep breath in as it flows past me. “Do you want to fuck me Chan?” I ask, in the most innocent way that I can. I take the blunt from him and take another long drag, exhaling it to the side. “I’ve wanted to fuck you since the first time I laid eyes on you.” He admits.

I drop the blunt and grab his face, slamming my lips into his. The kiss was aggressive, our tongues slapping against each others and our head rock back and forth, trying to explore each others mouths as much as possible. His hands cup my ass, mine pull his hair. Heavy breathing, moans and groans are all you can hear from the both of us. Like two lost souls have just found their soulmates.

“Mmm.. take me to a room Chan.” I say in between kissing. “You don’t have to tell me twice. He pulls away and grabs my hand, pulling me into the house through the crowd of people. He drags me down a hallway, finding a room and pulling me in. He shuts the door and turns the lock, then turns around and smashes his lips into mine.

I begin to back up, until the back of my knees hit the bed. I scoot across the bed, laying down. Chan climbs on top of me, quickly undoing his belt. “Give me your hands.” He demands. I give him a questingly look, holding my hands out for him. He moves my hands closer together and starts to wrap his belt around my wrists, finishing up by giving it a tight pull. “Try to get out baby.” He whispers. I pull at the restraint, trying my best to free my hands, to which I fail. “Perfect.” He says. He stands up, and strips himself of his clothes. He then pulls my pants down, leaving me in nothing but my white tshirt and black thong. “Mmm… you dressed up for me.” He says, twirling his finger around the string of my thong. Letting it go with a snap against my hip. “All for you Chan.” I whisper. I suddenly feel a sting on my thigh, as he lands a harsh smack on it. He slips out of his boxers before crawling back on top of me. He takes my restrained hands and places them over my head, holding them down with his hand. “From this point foreword…” he starts to say, as he drags his other hand up my body and under my shirt, pulling it up. “You don’t call me Chan.” He continues. He pulls my bra down, my tits falling out of the top on full display for him. He grasps one in his free hand and begins to squeeze my sensitive bud between his fingers. “You call me daddy.” He finishes. Giving my nipple a tight squeeze. A loud moan escapes my lips as he does so.

He eagerly lines himself up with my entrance, pulling the string of my thong to the side, out of his way. Before slamming himself into me. His hard cock slamming into my walls, my head flys back and my eyes roll. “I’ve.. waited.. for this.. for a very… long time.” He says with every deep and hard thrust. Cries and streams of moans are the only thing I can bring myself to say.

“Are you close baby?” He asks. I’m too fucked out to answer. A light slap is placed on my cheek. “Answer me when I talk to you.�� He growls, fucking into me harder. “Yes daddy, I’m going to cum.” I moan out, louder than expected. “Good girl baby, cum all over daddy’s cock.” He groans.

My stomach grows tighter the more he talks. I can feel his thrusts growing sloppy, telling me he’s just as close as I am. He brings his free hand up to my mouth. “Open.” He says. I open and take his thumb into my mouth, licking and sucking as if my life depended on it. The look on his face sends me over board. My legs wrap around his waist, my head falls back and my eyes roll into my head, as I feel myself come undone around his cock.

“Mmm. That’s it baby, that’s it.” He groans as he hits his high. Covering the inside of me with his seed. He lays there for a second before pulling out and collapsing on the bed next to me.

“Why did this take so long to happen?” I ask with a smile. “Because I was too big of a pussy to make it happen.” He says with a chuckle. We lay in silence for a few minutes. Just taking in each others features. “Round two?” I ask with a smirk. “For your sexy ass? As many rounds as you want.” He smiles, before climbing on top of me again.

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feelbokkie · 1 month

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soft thought 003

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bang chan is the type of boyfriend that would always protect you from harms way when you two are out together. you wouldn’t realize how much so at first. he’d make sure to walk on the side of oncoming traffic when you two would walk on side walks or in parking lots. occasionally he would walk closely behind you in case a car was pulling out and didn’t see you. you’d think nothing of it because you’ve seen him do the same for the kids so you just thought that was his norm. you didn’t realize how much he was protecting you until you two were out one day and he got spotted by a few stay. he would see them before you did, he is always hyper vigilant when he’s out with you. he would quickly, yet casually so you wouldn’t worry, move to block you from their view. he’d give them a little wave so he wouldn’t come off as rude and continue to give his full attention to you. stay would never approach him so you didn’t realize how often it happened until one group decided to try to have an interaction with him. you couldn’t see past his shoulders but you could feel how angry he was getting. eventually he got them to disperse without any issue and then he’d check on you.

“normally i give them a little wave so they’ll leave us alone but I guess that didn’t work this time. they didn’t see you this time so it’s fine. i’ll say something when we’re home.”

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cgnab · 1 month

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OMG!!! i just read needy! chan and i have an idea for a continuation if you don’t mind? Channie gets upset about having to wait for his orgasm so he gets whiny and bratty. Maybe meandom!reader can teach him a lesson ??

🎀🎀

this is a really good idea ! Sorry if it seems rushed or if you didn’t like it ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა the first part is NEEDY !

NEEDY ! #2

PAIRINGS: Bangchan x fem reader

WORD COUNT: 506

WARNINGS: nsfw , swearing , dom!reader , sub!chan , desperate chan , begging , edging , cock slapping , mean!reader , nipple pinching , bratty chan , blowjob .

MINORS DON’T INTERACT !

“Please–please b-baby ! Feels good–“

he whines , his legs shaking from how much you’ve ruined his orgasms . he reaches for your hair to tug on his softly making you groan , the vibration makes him jolt as if he has been struck . you take him a few more times in your mouth then let go off his aching cock with a pop making him groan . You’re sat completely naked between his legs , pussy leaking from how good he looks right now .

“Baby boy can take more can’t he ?” you coo , he looks so sweet like that , all needy and desperate to cum for you . “b-baby–been good,fuck ! please–“ he whimper when you slap his cock , leaking precum , you could his release coming from how much his chubby cock is twitching . “Need–need to c-cum !” you start jerking him off again but slowly , he doesn’t care about that all he cares about is cumming right now or he’ll loose his mind . “f-fuck , g-gn’a cum , cum–cumming !” He whines , making you slap his cock again , but this time he cums from the slap making him moan a high pitched moan .

“Such a whore , cumming without permission ?” His eyes widen when he realizes he came already , he didn’t mean to it was just hard to not cum .

You climb up on his lap , you could feel him shaking underneath you . you start playing with his nipples making him moan a soft moan . “do you think you deserve to cum inside my pussy , channie?” You say teasingly , he nods excitedly , “please–need to feel you mommy–ah! Ah , mama please–“ you pinch his nipple making him cry softly , you start roaming your hands all over his body , playing with him . You then let go off him and grab his cock settling it on your entrance , he whines from how wet you’re , he just wanna fuck you full and fill you with his load . You tease his tip a little before sliding it slowly inside of you . He whimpers when he feels how tight you’re around him , “mommy–mommy! Pussy so tight , f-feels too good!”

You start bouncing on his cock , his cock hitting all your spots making you whine softly . “Channie , feels good–“ you whine , he’s babbling nonsense underneath you holding you by your hips . You could feel your release coming up , “baby–shit! Mommy’s cummin’–“ you fuck yourself faster on him making him moan loudly , “pussy clenching on me tight–ah , ah! Mommy! “ after a few thrusts you feel yourself coming undone on his cock , you let out a few pants before feeling his cock twitching inside of you , he starts buckling his hips against yours . You hold his hips down “dirty slut , looks like you won’t be cumming anytime soon.”

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mae-gi-writes · 1 year

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A TURN OF PRIORITIES . PART 1 | BANG CHAN

Synopsis: What happens when you and Bang Chan decide to fake a relationship for the sake of making your ex-boyfriend jealous? A turn of priorities, that's what.

Genre: fakedating au! Bestfriend geeky, dorky chan x popular f!reader, stereotypical, fluff, a bit of angst

PART ONE . PART TWO

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It always amazes how quickly people seem to move on from love, or relationships, in general.

That’s the reason why you’ve been staring down a certain quarterback since the start of the soccer semi-finals in honor of the College cup being hosted around the country for all universities.

It’s seven on a Tuesday evening and rain is drizzling over the bleachers, onto the people, and getting into your hair. The hair that you’ve wasted thirty minutes straightening, only to have it frizz up with that sort of moisture. It’s almost impossible to tame it down. It’s got a life of its own.

As if that helps with the sudden overload of problems getting stacked up in a pile a mile high right before your eyes. Your ex-boyfriend, looking as gorgeous as ever and providing his constant lip service to his fans, now has his arms wrapped around one of the cheerleaders whom he’d claimed only weeks before as “just friends and nothing more.”

Ha. What a joke. You were the joke.

Tears burnt at the back of your eyes and you have to look away, blinking angrily into nothingness as your eyes struggle to glaze over with emotion. You can’t lose your cool. Not here. Not now. After all, it’s bad enough everyone on campus got to witness your break-up in a manner reminiscent of that of a pop-star’s, what with Lee Minho walking away from you as if he’d never had a care in his world and that he couldn’t care less how much of an asshole he seemed to be in that very moment he’d decided to dump your sorry ass.

“Got a place for me?”

Turning and quickly rubbing at your eyes with your coat sleeve, you catch sight of your best friend — as geeky as usual — struggling to hold two popcorn bags, a hotdog, and diet coke bottles, his glasses slightly askew and looking like he’d just rolled out of bed.

“Did you just wake up?” You can’t hide your horror at his choice of attire. A bedraggled shirt wrinkled in too many places to count, grey sweatpants and jogging shoes that seemed to have seen better days. He just grins bashfully in response, handing you the popcorn before he pushes through the throng of people to get to your seats.

“Sorry. I completely forgot the time,” he pushed his glasses up using his elbow. Setting down the coke as he takes his seat, he doesn’t hesitate to bite into his hot dog, moaning in bliss as he does so, “damn, hot dogs sold at soccer games are the best. There’s just no way you can beat that.”

“It’s just a hot dog.”

“Yeah," he looks at you, offended, "but it’s sold at a soccer game.”

“And?”

“And that automatically enhances its taste, no questions asked.”

You shake your head, though it’s impossible to hide the smile growing on your lips, “you’re an idiot, Bang Chan.”

"And you, my dear friend Y/N, should start living a little," Chan leans forward in his seat then, an overexcited pup as the whistle signals the start of the game, "what are the chances of us winning this time?"

You roll your eyes, "I don't know. I don't care."

"You don't care because your Ex is playing," he points out, "so you'd want him to lose, ideally."

"In all honesty? Yes."

He chuckles and takes another bite of his hot dog, "always the pessimist."

At your age, it's surprising that you and Bang Chan have stayed friends all throughout your middle and high school years. Friends come and go, drift off when your interests and priorities changw in life. Yet, somehow, Bang Chan had always seemed to be present and everlasting. He's the harbour which you float back to when you feel lost out at sea despite being complete polar opposites.

It's an understatement to say that your friends dislike Chan. They don't dislike him per say. They just don't understand him.

"What do you have to talk about with this guy, Y/N?" They would snigger amongst themselves whenever he'd drift away to get some more food, "he's weird."

"He still reads comic books."

"And looks up marine animals in his free time."

"What's wrong with marine animals?" You can't help but ask at the absurdity of their questions, "I like dogs. So what?"

"Yeah but you're not like, obsessed with them," one of your friend wrinkles her nose like she's smelling something disgusting, "and plus, he's so awkward. I can't stand the way he makea eye contact with me every time we spend more than five seconds together."

Maybe it is the fact that you've known Chan forever that silence with him doesn't bother you the slightest. It's been routine for the past few years after all, with him doing his own thing and you lost in your own world.

"Oh! Score!" Chan suddenly jumps up aa the board blinks like crazy and the crowd roars. The speakers boom out with the MC's voice:

"Aaaand it's a score for the Riverland Snakes! It's now one to zero folks and what a beautiful start to the first college league game!"

Cheerleaders deploy across the field like a pack of hyenas in bright clothing, screaming out each player's name between their kicks and summersaults.

Your gaze catches your ex-boyfriend's figure across the field and it's no surprise he's all smiles.

"I thought you said our first opponent was good," you lean in to whisper into Chan's ear.

"Well yeah but maybe they're having an off season or something," he shrugs, "who knows?"

Indeed. As the Riverland Snakes keep on scoring goal after goal with minimal, the more your heart drops in your chest like someone just punched you. It stings and the hatred, all the loathing, seems to pour out of you in waves.

You hate this.

You hate being here.

Another goal for the Riverland Snakes. Another score that gathers a loud cheer.

A goal for the Thundering Tigers.

2-1.

And then, the whistle. Signalling the end of the match.

You don't want to watch. But you do, eyes raking over Minho's figure as he runs to his teammates and gathers them up in a ceremonial hug while the rest of the crowd pulses forward like an army of ants. Thre excitement buzzes in the air, overlapped with joy pulsing through Riverland students and it's too much, too much that you turn to Chan to tell him you're leaving--

Only to see Minho wrapping his arms around a girl.

Not just another girl. A friend. Your friend.

Her dyed auburn curls are shining, her head thrown back in laughter as Minho easily picks her up and gives her a twirl.

Then they kiss. And you feel like your entire world falls apart.

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“You can’t hide forever.”

You bury your head even deeper into the covers, snuggling into your pillow in hopes that Chan’s voice disappears at some point. This is how you’ve spent the last four days, rolling around in bed and barely cooking yourself anything, showering only when you need to, going to the toilet only when you need to. For the rest of the time, your eyes are glued to the ceiling. Numb. Filled with thoughts about where this possibly went wrong. And why, why out of all people, had he decided that it had to be her?

“Y/N,” Chan sighs on the other side of the door. Screw it. You wish you hadn’t given him the spare keys to your apartment. Back then it had sounded like a good idea, Chan being responsible and all, “you can’t hide in there forever.”

You turn away from the door, groaning.

Maybe if you ignore him he’ll go away. That’s what you’ve been doing all this time after all. He hadn’t had the bravery to break these boundaries yet.

“Y/N, I’m warning you. I’ll open the door if you don’t answer.”

Ha. As if. You don’t believe a word he says. You huff a little to yourself.

“Alright then.”

And the door is flung open. Yelping in shock, you bound up from your bed to look at the doorway where Chan stands, his hands filled with grocery bags with an expression that doesn’t seem all too impressed. As if on instinct, your body curls in on itself and you tug the blanket up to your chin, shrieking, “I didn’t say you could come in!”

“Well you weren’t answering so I had to check if you were still alive in there,” he says without missing a beat. One would think that Chan’s the kind of guy to be completely comfortable in just waltzing into a girl’s room, but his ears are flushed red, as is his neck. And he avoids making eye contact with you. Instead, he focuses on rummaging through the bags like it’s his sole mission, “I bought you food, snacks, toiletries if you needed them. Wasn’t sure what you were missing since you’ve been ignoring me all this time—“

“I really can’t do this right now,” you flop down on your bed and turn away from him.

“Are you sure? I brought you a donut.”

You freeze in mid-roll. Donuts. That sounds nice. You’ve always had a thing for donuts. The glaze, the chocolate filling inside, the crispy softness of the dough…that’s enough to make your mouth water.

No. You’re not to fall for his stupid plan.

“I don’t want your stupid donut,” you mutter half-heartedly.

“Are you sure?” You feel the bed dipping underneath Chan’s weight as he sits on the edge. There’s an amused tilt to his voice, “I bought the one from Krispy Kreme, the double chocolate one with chocolate filling. It’s even got those little nuts on it and a caramel glaze—“

The blanket is jerked off as you swivel around to face him, “fine, fine! You win! Where is it?”

Chan barks out in laughter while he hands you the packet and you don’t hesitate to rip it from his grip, inhaling the sweetness of the donut. You take a huge bite out of it and a burst of chocolate and caramel flavor spread across your tongue in delight.

You moan, “this is so worth seeing your face.”

“I’m not sure I should take that as a compliment.”

“It’s not,” you swallow and take another bite. The nut crunches and mixes in with the amazing chocolate filling that oozes along your tastebuds. Chan, meanwhile, is gazing up at you with fondness in his eyes. He’s always looking at you like that, especially when you’re eating donuts. He says there’s something that is really satisfying about watching you enjoy your food. Maybe it’s because you’re never that keen on food unless it’s sweet and bad for your health.

“How are you?” He ventures after some time.

You snort to hide the sadness that suddenly comes seeping in, “how do you think I am?”

“Horrible, from what I’m seeing.”

“Exactly.”

“I just don’t understand,” something catches in your throat. Your eyes sting, burning, “I thought she was my friend. I thought he loved me. It just sucks.”

“Yeah,” Chan mumbles back, “I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?” You try to laugh, though it sounds hollow, “you didn’t do anything. It’s not your fault.”

As much as you initially hate the fact that Chan has managed to infiltrate into your house without warning, you have to admit it feels nice to have his company around. He volunteers to cook you lunch and shoves you into the bathroom while he puts your laundry into the washing machine. You spend that time scrubbing down your body and giving your hair a nice wash until your scalp is red and your mirror has fogged up. Towelling your hair dry and putting on some fresh clothes does make you feel marginally better, and when you pad out into the kitchen your stomach rumbles as the smell of bacon and eggs waft through the air.

“Breakfast is ready,” Chan grins at you, “you look like you’ve just revived from the walking dead.”

“Thanks. And you should stop commenting on my appearance. You know girls are sensitive to this kind of shit?”

He whacks you with his oven mitten, “stop being so vulgar.”

The rest of the day is spent lounging in the living room and binge-watching the series of Stranger Things that for some reason, has Chan really addicted. You’re not quite certain why he loves it so much, but you endure through it anyway, knowing that the distraction is good to keep your mind off things that would make you cry and break stuff otherwise.

But at some point during the afternoon, you find yourself re-thinking about all the things that could’ve gone wrong. Is it something to do with the way you loved talking things out instantly instead of just brushing them aside? What had Minho found in her that he couldn’t find in you? And why…why did she decide to go behind your back? The betrayal hurts more than the actual break-up.

Chan encourages you to come back to school the next day and you reluctantly agree after some persuasion that you’ll grab some more donuts after your last lecture. That motivation doesn’t last very long. It’s hard just to put one foot in front of the other, and you’re barely out of the house. Every step hurts your pride, makes your heart shrink even smaller inside your chest, and you feel like you can’t breathe.

The world, however, seems to love conspiring against you. That comes into the form of the one who'd been kissing your ex just a few days ago.

"Y/N, can we talk?" Lee Minji slots an arm through yours as you walk to your computer science lecture.

You shrug her off like she's the plague, glaring at her, "what do you think you're doing?"

"What?" She laughs, "Y/N, it's not like I committed a crime or anything--"

"He's my boyfriend!" You burst out.

"He was your boyfriend."

For a minute, all you can do is stare each other down.

Anger bubbles through you, burning your insides.

"I can't believe you," you grovel out through gritted teeth, "you--I thought you were my friend."

"I am! It's just--things happen Y/N, I can't control who I fall in love with," guilt washes across Minji's festures as she reaches for your arm once more, "please, can we just talk it over?"

You want to. You really do want to hug her and cry it out, and then everything will be fine and normal again. But just the thought of her and Minho together has you wrenching out your arm in disgust.

"Get the fuck out of my face," you snarl out.

Then, before she can say anything else, you're whipping around and walking away as your heart collapses.

You barely make it to the end of the road before you lean over and break down crying.

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"Just do it," you hiss at Chan, aware of his fluttering hands at your waist, the hitch in his breath, the way he tries avoiding your eyes.

You're in the middle of the dance floor in the university gym, streamers of white and blue adorning the ceiling as couples sway along to the romantic music booming through speakers that have seen better days.

Never in your right mind would you have made it to this kind of ball. It's not your thing. But all of that had changed a few days ago when an idea had popped up.

"You want me to what?" Chan's mouth had opened in shock at your suggestion, which you'd merely ignored.

It had been on impulse to attend the celebratory dinner organized by the football team. But your pride couldn't let it go; that Minho and Minji would spend the entire evening cuddling without remorse?

My ass they will, is what you thought.

Which is why you dragged Chan along for the ride despite his initial reluctance, grumbling all the way into the parking lot. He'd kept on insisting how bad of an idea it was, which merely spurred on your intent even more. To find Minho and make him regret having walked away from you.

That is how you find yourself attached to Chan, pressing yourself against him as if your life depends on it when you notice Minho lingering by the doorway with his friends, his profile leaning towards the dance floor so that you're in his full peripheral view if he merely moves his gaze up.

"Just hold me," you hiss at him through gritted teeth, pushing yourself even closer if that's possible.

There's a slight hesitation before Chan's arms wrap around your frame. Your nose brushes against his nape, causing you to get a whiff of his boyish odour mixed with deodorant. It feels nice, not completely comfortable, but nice.

In the background, you hear the music switch to a softer groove, a slow orchestra accompanied by a deep tenor.

I've never been the type

I've never fed a line in my life

The music pulses, echoes through the crowd like a magic spell and for a minute, you allow your head to fall onto Chan's shoulder as your feet shuffle to the beat.

Let's be squares in a round world,

Let's be squares in a round world, baby

Let's be squares in a round world,

"Is he even looking?" Chan mumbles into your ear.

You spare them a glance but it's too dark to tell, "it's fine. Just make as if you're saying something very funny," and then, you throw your head back to laugh aloud, "HAHAHA! How funny Chan!"

"Shhh!" Chan shields your body, pivoting you around so that his body shields yours, "you are so embarrassing."

You don't have to see him to know he's blushing down to his toes, "I'm trying to stay in character."

"I'm never coming to help you ever again."

"Nobody cares Chan, it's fine."

The music ends and he's quick to drag you off with the exvuse that he's thirsty, and while he's away finding you drinks, your eyes impulsively find Minho's across the dance floor.

Something flashes in his eyes when he notices you, something unreadable, and then he looks away as if embarrassed.

Embarrassed...by what? By the fact that he's now shoving his tongue down your friend's throat? Or that he can't stand the thought of seeing you with another guy?

"Hey," a cup presses against your cheek. You turn your head to find Chan, grabbing the cup from him as he settles upon the bleachers beside you.

"Thanks," you say, "and not just for the juice."

"You owe me. Big time."

"I know."

"Do you think it worked?"

"What?" You raise a brow.

"Do you think you managed to rile him up?" Chan glances over in Minho's direction. The latter is flankes by Minji and two other guys engaged in conversation.

Something in your heart tightens at the way her hand is lingering along his forearm.

Pressing your lips, you allow your gaze to tear away before it causes any more damage, "I don't know," you confess softly, "I don't know whether it's hurting me more."

He makes a sound of acknowledgement. Your hesrt squeezes tightly in your chest, eyes stinging with sudden tears.

"I--I need to go," you murmur, already striding towards the exit as Chan scrambles after you, "wait, Y/N--"

You don't listen. You don't want to.

You can't.

It hurts too much.

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"Congratulations!"

Those are the words flung in your face the moment you step into the dining hall. Minji stands, lunch bag in hand and a huge grin dancing along her lips as if your argument had never occurred in the first place.

You blink, knowing that you should still be mad at her. Then brush past her to find a free table.

She follows, not deterred by your coldness, "I didn't know Chan was your type. You guys seem so cute together though."

"What?" You turn in surprise, and her smile widens, "I knew it! It's true! You are going out with Chan!"

A bit perplexed by her train of thought, you scramble for a coherent response and blurt out without thinking, "yeah. Yeah I am," your voice is still cold, "why? You're going to steal him too?"

You feel like kicking yourself when her face falls and hurt replaces it.

"I'm sorry," you mutter, averting your gaze and sitting down at the table, "it's just--"

"I understand," she cuts you off, takes a seat right next to you. The kindness radiating from her is so overpowering you don't have the strength to push her away, "i'm sorry, Y/N. I never wanted it to be like this. Trust me, Minho feels the same."

"Yeah, sure."

A weird ache settles in your chest as you eat with Minji and talk of stuff that you don't really care about. She's being extra careful to please you and you can feel her guilt glimmering through every glance she sends your way. But though you want to be mean, you want her to suffer, you find that you don't have the heart to.

"Oh! I have chem next," she quickly packs up her bag and you inwardly let out a sigh of relief. God, you're glad this is over.

You watch as she slings her backpack over her shoulder, sends you another shy smile and says, "see you after? Maybe?"

"Uhm..."

"How about coffee? From Paul's?"

The look on her face deflates the anger in you. You find you cannot say no, "I'm--"

"Please, Y/N."

Biting your lip, you mumble your agreement.

The smile she sends your way is dazzling. Almost too much.

Sometimes, you wonder whether you're just too nice for your own good. Or whether you're just plain stupid.

In any case, things just get progressively worse throughout the day; you're stopped countless times either to be congratulated about your newfound relationship, or asked whether the rumours about you and Chan are true. You confirm their suspicions, though quite unsure how that newfound information should evolve. You decide to scurry towards Chan's flat the moment your last lecture ends.

"Ah you've heard?" He asks the moment you step into his mini foyer. He's just bathed, now drying off his wet strands using his towel, "the entire school is raving about it."

Checking your inbox and noticing the spam messages from your friends confirm his assumptions.

"Right, well," you settle at his table, munching from his already-open crisps packet as you cross your feet, "at least we know Minho's aware of it."

"Uhuh," Chan pulls out the lasagna from the oven, his dinner for the night. Yours too, now, "we need to talk."

"About?" You raise a brow.

"If we're going to fake date to make Minho jealous, we should have a plan."

"Okay," you drag the word out, "and what exactly are you implying?"

"We don't have to act like a couple unless he's around," Chan starts ticking things off his fingers, glasses sliding along the tip of his nose as he does so, "I'm not comfy with PDA so if we keep it minimal, that would be best--"

"You're such a wuss."

"Shut up," he snaps, "do you want to make him jealous or not?"

"Fine fine," you wave at him to continue and he serves you a portion. It's unconscious and natural, since you're always pigging out on his food, "anything else?"

"I particularly don't enjoy hand-holding. So if we could find an alternative--"

"You can't be serious," your laughter stops midway upon noticing that he's not laughing with you, "it's just hand-holding!"

"I don't like it. It makes me nervous."

"Alright," you roll your eyes, "keep going."

"No kisses. Arm around shoulders or neck is fine, but that's it. No pet names 'cause that's embarrassing, and please, please don't make me go to this horrid campus parties that your friends are obsesses with."

"Jeez," you let out a whoosh of air, "no wonder people don't want to hang out with you. Are you just as weird with them?"

"I call them boundaries. They're healthy and they make me feel good."

"Sure, whatever babe."

He flushes, swats at you like you're an annoying insect, "I said no pet names!"

"Aw bunny, look how cute you are being embarrassed and all."

Your laughter merely erupts tenfold the redder he becomes, mumbling to himself why he's even trying to help you out when you're doing nothing o help him back. It's clear though, that he's got a soft spot for you. Chan always has, especially when you need him.

You really hope that this fake-dating works out. The quicker the better. Just enough that it makes Minho realize his mistake.

"How long do you think it'll take for him to cave in?" Chan asks as if he's just read your mind.

"As long as it takes."

You really hope it's sooner rather than later.

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A/N: Part 2 will be up after this so don't forget to stay tuned and let me know if you wanna be added to the masterlist! Not sure how many parts there will be yet (maybe the 2nd part is the final hehe) but we'll see. Thank you so much as always, for reading my words and connecting with me, a part of myself xx

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Warnings!: Smut, MDNI!! Swearing, fluff, sex in the studio with Chan (you know we all think about it.)

Thinking about Chris working in the studio, getting increasingly frustrated as the time ticks on. Nothing seems to be going right, there aren’t any sounds in the library that satisfies him, and swear words are dripping from his mouth, under his breath, like venom. The veins in his arms are popping from how often he has been clenching and unclenching his fists, curly hair all fuzzed up from running his hair through it.

You're there too, lounging on the couch, glancing up from your phone every time he mutters something to himself. He's so caught up in his own agitation that he doesn't notice you walking up to him until your hands are sliding up his shoulder.

He jumps slightly, muscles tense under your touch.

He cranes his neck back to look at you, dark eyes darting to meet yours. "Hey," you murmur softly, your fingers gently massaging the tense muscles in his shoulders. "Need a break?" Your voice is calm, soothing, cutting through the chaos of his mind.

"Can't." He murmurs, his voice strained. "Got deadlines looming over me like a fucking guillotine." He tries to focus back on the screen, but your touch lingers, offering a momentary respite from the storm brewing within him.

You hum in understanding. You knew how it went with Chan. He holed himself up in the studio during comeback season, didn't sleep, and barely ate. He worked himself up so much that by the time dance rehearsals rolled around, his muscles were so tense they felt they might snap.

But you also knew how to navigate those stormy waters, offering support and comfort in the moments when he needed it most.

So you hum, fingers working on the tense muscles between his shoulder blades. "Mmm. Tell me about it."

Chris leans back into your touch, the tension in his shoulders gradually easing as your fingers work their magic. His breath steadies, and he closes his eyes for a brief moment, relishing in the comfort you offer amidst the chaos of his mind."It's just... frustrating," he begins, his voice softer now, the edges of his agitation blunted by your presence. He is always soft with you. "I had this vision in my head, you know? But every sound I try, every beat I lay down, it's just... not right. It's like I can't translate what's up here," he taps his temple lightly, then taps his equipment "to here."

As he speaks, you're moving lower, planting soft kisses down the back of his neck and his voice wavers slightly.

"And I can't..." He lets out a small sigh, a shiver running up and down his spine. "Can't figure it out-- baby, what are you doing?"

" 'M loving on you," You say, somewhat cheekily, hands moving up his shoulders and down his chest in a hug. "Are you feeling loved?"

Your question brings a faint smile to Chris's lips, a brief moment of respite from the frustration clouding his mind. "Always, with you," he murmurs, turning his head to steal a gentle kiss from your lips. "But right now, I'm feeling a bit more... frazzled than loved."

He eyes you, focusing on something suddenly. His eyebrow arches, eyes squinting in the adorable way it does when he's perplexed. He tugs on one of your arms on him. " C'mere."

You let him pull you out from behind him, pushing back the computer chair he is sitting on, making space for you, spreading his legs so you can stand between them.

"You're wearing the shirt." He says, looking up to you, large hands settling on your hips.

You glance down at yourself, at the shirt you're wearing. The one you pulled on this morning on purpose, knowing you were coming to see him.

"I'm surprised you just noticed," you say coyly, reaching down to run your fingers along the hem. "I've been here for hours."

He groans, pressing his face into your stomach and inhaling deeply. "You know what that shirt does to me."

His voice is muffled against your stomach, but you can still feel the warmth of his breath through the fabric of your shirt. You run your fingers through his hair gently, a soft smile playing on your lips as you revel in the affectionate gesture.

"It's not my fault you're insatiable," you tease lightly, your touch soothing. There's a mischievous glint in your eyes. "But if it's distracting you from your work, maybe I should take it off."

You feel him chuckle against your stomach, the vibrations sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. Chris lifts his head, his dark eyes meeting yours with a mix of desire and amusement. "As much as I'd love that distraction," he says, his voice low and husky, "I really need to finish this track."

But even as he says it, his hands are sliding up your sides, pulling you closer by your waist so that you're on his lap, straddling his hips.

The tension in the room seems to shift, the frustration giving way to a different kind of intensity as you settle onto his lap. Chris's hands rest firmly on your waist, fingers tracing gentle patterns over the fabric of your shirt.

You lean in closer, your lips hovering just inches from his, teasingly close yet not quite touching. "Just a quick break," you whisper, your breath mingling with his, sending a shiver down his spine. "I promise. Mmm?"

His grip tightened, running a tongue across his bottom lip, eyes darkening. "A quick break," he agrees, pulling you flush against him and finally meeting your lips with his.

His lips are already parted, and they waste no time parting yours, hot tongue slipping inside your mouth, one his hands pressing against the small of your back to steady you, the other already fiddling with the button on your shirt.

You can't help the small gasp that leaves your lips when they give way and he mouths down your throat, messy, hot, openmouthed kisses in the space between your breasts.

"So pretty," he murmurs against your skin. "So fucking beautiful, you know that?"

You shift your hips against his crotch experimentally and his breath instantly hitches. You can feel him, rock hard under his sweats, already twitching. So you cups his face, wrenching him away from your chest and up to your face.

"I know," you say breathlessly. "I just want you right now."

His pupils are blown so wide with desire you can hardly see the brown in them. He keeps looking into your eyes as his hand slips into your skirt, pushing aside your panties to run a finger across your slick folds.

He sucks in a breath. "This wet already?" He says teasingly, nudging his nose against yours. "All f'me, yeah?"

"It's been a long day," You admit tugging at his waistband. He chuckles, but lifts his hips just enough for you pull it down just enough for his cock to spring free, the head flushed an angry pink.

You can't resist the urge to wrap your fingers around him, feeling the heat of his arousal in your hand. His breath hitches at your touch, and he buries his face into the crook of your neck, muffling the little whine he can't help but let out.

You stroke him slowly, feeling him throb in your hand, smearing his precum down his length. He's so needy, so responsive to you, which isn't usually like him. He must've been more pent up than you thought.

"Please," he breathes against your skin, his voice a needy whisper. "Need you."

You feel a surge of desire coil in your belly at his plea, his vulnerability stirring something primal within you. With practiced ease, you guide him until his tip is pressed flush against your entrance. You sink down slowly, wincing slightly at the stretch. Usually, Chan preps you before taking him, but today, you are both impatient.

As you take him in, Chris lets out a low, guttural groan, his head falling back as he revels in the feeling of being enveloped by your warmth. You can feel every inch of him stretching you, filling you up completely, and it sends shivers down your spine.

With each slow descent, you take more of him inside you, your bodies joining in a perfect rhythm. Chris's hands find purchase on your hips, guiding your movements, his touch both firm and gentle as he helps you find your pace.

"So good, baby." He whimpers against the crook of your neck. "Always so good for me."

The room is filled with the sounds of your ragged breaths and the soft, wet sounds of your bodies moving together in perfect harmony. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure coursing through you, igniting a fire deep within your core.

Chris's grip on your hips tightens, his movements becoming more urgent, more sloppy, as he chases his own release. His breath comes in hot, desperate pants against your skin. You feel him hesitate slightly, a question unsaid.

" 'S okay," you say, gasping with each thrust. "You can come inside."

But he's shaking his head, chest heaving. "Gotta get you there first. Have...have'ta get you there baby"

His words alone have you squirming but when his hand finds your clit, you're gone. You're moaning rivals his, hips losing all sense of rhythm, thighs burning. But he's got you, hands on your hips, guiding you.

With each stroke of his thumb against your clit, you feel yourself teetering on the edge of bliss, the tension coiling tighter and tighter within you. Chris's touch is both tender and insistent, pushing you closer and closer to the brink.

You cling to him desperately, your nails digging into his shoulders as you chase that elusive peak. His name spills from your lips like a prayer, a mantra of need and desire.

"Chris--"

"Me too," he gasps, hips stuttering, a strangled moan slipping past his lips. "I got you, baby. I got you." His movements become erratic, desperate, as he pushes you both towards the edge. With one final, powerful thrust, you both tumble over that precipice together, a wave of ecstasy washing over you, and you're clenching around him, milking him for everything he gives you.

His arms wrap around you, holding you close as he presses soft kisses against your neck and collarbone, his breath hot against your skin. You can feel his heart pounding against your chest, matching the rhythm of your own.

After a few moments of basking in the afterglow, Chris gently pulls back, his eyes meeting yours with a softness that melts your heart. "Okay?" he whispers hoarsely.

"Mmhm," You kiss the spot in between his eyes. "Got a present for you."

His eyebrows raise, lips quirking. "Another one?"

Your lips graze his earlobe as you tell him. Tell him that he'd find your present for him on his laptop. In his library of recorded sounds. The most recent file.

The wheels in his mind are already turning with ideas.

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