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tasteracha · 6 months

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kinktober - day thirteen

kink: camcorder with minho ft. chan

warnings: smut - MINORS DNI. threesome (kind of), chan is a perv, afab!reader, teensy bit of manipulation

chan didn’t think this would happen when he asked minho to borrow his camcorder a couple days ago - all he wanted was to record some practice videos to upload to youtube. he didn’t think before he took it, didn’t think before he looked through minho’s old footage of his dancing that he keeps for memories, didn’t think before watching what he watched.

it was a video of you. and minho.

in his defense, the storage on the memory card was almost full and chan was just looking for something that could be deleted to free up space - and wouldn’t minho check the storage to see if there was anything he didn’t want chan seeing first? if anything, this is minho’s fault.

sure, it’s minho’s fault that chan is one second away from jerking off to the sight of you getting fucked into oblivion by his best friend, the grainy pixels leaving little to nothing to his imagination. your moans sound tinny from the low quality speakers, minho’s grunts accenting the sounds coming from your mouth as he fucks you up against the studio mirrors. your breath is fogging up from where your face is pressed against the glass, sweaty handprints from the both of you staining the surface. minho better have cleaned those mirrors after that, chan’s delirious mind supplies as he continues watching the footage he should have turned off minutes ago.

the video is from the same angle as their dance practices, the same walls on display and oh fuck chan doesn’t think he’s been this hard in his entire life. that’s the room that he dances in, he’s leaned up against that exact mirror, panting and overexerted, he’s been yelled at by minho for messing up the choreography in that exact place.

he tries. he tries so hard to forget what he saw, to get the image of you shaking apart when you came out of his head. to stop thinking about the way your skin went white from where minho was gripping it. to restrain from gripping his cock in his hand under his blanket with his eyes screwed shut and the symphony of your combined noises playing in his head like a song he couldn’t get off of repeat.

but how could he when he had to go back into that rehearsal room just a few days later to practice? what excuse could he possibly give his members about why he wanted to switch rooms from this one? the room that’s full of their most precious memories, full of laughter and tears and piles of sweaty cuddles on the floor? no, he couldn’t. what he could do was avoid that spot like it was poisonous, standing on the farthest edge of the room after practice was over, chugging water and thinking about how you both have probably fucked on the floor there, or those couches, or by the closet door.

he doesn’t notice you at first, sliding into the room to hand minho a cold water bottle and press a kiss to his cheek. the other members were slowly trickling out, passing tired greetings to you as they shuffled past, eager to go home and shower. when only minho and him were left, you went to approach him only to find his eyes already on you, glazed over at you but not really seeing.

he looks at you and all he can see is the way you were pressed up against the glass, your tits squished but somehow still bouncing, the screwed up features of your face when you were overwhelmed in pleasure. all he can hear are those metallic sounding moans, all he can feel is the urge to fall at your feet-

“bang chan,” minho snaps, jerking chan out of his fantasy. “where is my camera? you’ve had it for a while, i wanted to record the new choreography.”

“oh!” chan is starting to panic, he didn’t think that minho would ask after the camcorder so soon. he didn’t have time to prepare, didn’t have the energy to create an excuse. “there was too much storage on it, so i didn’t get to record what i wanted and i forgot to ask you about it.”

he’s biting his tongue now, cursing himself for saying too much. couldn’t he just have said he would give it back tomorrow?

“i didn’t think about the storage,” minho starts, not sounding like he had anything to hide. did he truly not know about what he had left on that camera for chan to find? “did you see anything interesting?”

he knows. he knows. chan is beginning to sweat, he can feel it in his hair and under his arms and he wants to bury a hole by his feet so he can jump into it and never climb out.

“haha, no,” he says, packing up the rest of his bag so that he didn’t have to look at minho. or you, who’s been silent since you walked in, watching him carefully. for all he wasn’t scared of minho and his adorably empty threats, he was terrified of you. “i didn’t even look. just saw that the storage was full, you know?”

he sounds awkward. he is awkward, right now.

“chan,” you trail a finger down his arm, speaking for the first time since you arrived and he’s gone, your touch leaving raised hairs in your wake. you should be angry, you should be livid, why are you touching him like that- “come over tonight to mine would you? we wanted to have you over for a while, minho wanted to cook for you. and you can give him the camera back then.”

“oh,” chan is sure that his face is flushed completely red by now, but he nods anyways. “sure! i’m free tonight. i’ll be there at seven? or whenever is good for you, i’m free. wait, i said that already-”

“perfect,” minho purrs, taking one of your hands in his and laying the other on chan’s shoulder. “seven is perfect. see you then, chan.”

he gets to your place early and sits in his car for 30 minutes, chewing at his fingernails and tapping his leg at an alarming pace. the more he thinks about it the more he overthinks - did they just want to yell at you in private instead of at the company building? did they really not know? what if he confessed and they didn’t know? what if they never speak to you again?

he has to take several deep breaths before leaving his car, and again before he knocks on your door. he’s ushered in by you, bright smiles on yours and minho’s faces as you take the camera out of his hands, and by the time he has a glass of wine in his hand and he’s sitting on the couch while minho puts the finishing touches on dinner he’s almost fully relaxed. he’s been here so many times, your apartment being a refuge to all the boys when they wanted to get away from the dorms for a bit. this is normal.

“let me put something on for us to watch,” you say at the same time minho asks chan if he wanted more wine, and you sneak the camcorder towards the tv while chan was distracted, sniping at minho that no he doesn’t want a second glass he’s not even halfway through the first one. you plug it in, smiling when it connected to the right input immediately. you scroll through the files, fingers calm on the remote even though you were shaking in anticipation inside. when you get to the right file you click on it, turning up the volume.

the image of you and minho takes over the tv, sounds coming out of the tv in a much better quality than what chan had been used to. his head whips towards the tv, wine forgotten and eyes wide as he takes in the video that you put on.

“what?” he asks, almost in a gasp as his eyes flicker back and forth between the tv, you, and minho, who had finally exited the kitchen and joined you in the living room.

“we thought since you loved it so much, we would watch it together,” minho explains, much more casually than one should be when playing a video of them fucking their girlfriend in front of their best friend. “why, is something wrong?”

“i-”, chan cuts himself off, panic choking his voice. “i’m so sorry-”

“hey,” you move towards him, sitting against his side and taking one of his hands in both of yours. “that isn’t what this is about. we don’t mind, okay?”

“we couldn’t let him sputter on for a bit more?” minho pouts, crossing his arms at you. “it was funny.”

“min, be nice,” you scold, smiling at chan.

“channie, i would have beat you up when i found out if i wanted to,” minho relents, siting on chan’s other side, sandwiching him between you both. “she likes that you watched it. i like it. okay? just relax and be good for us.”

minho’s words wash over chan, leaving him in a sort of daze. be good for us, minho had said. he could do that, chan was so good at being good. he melts against the couch, the heat from both of your bodies enveloping him as he takes in the video he’s seen over and over already.

“you planned this?” he asks, breathless and mesmerized.

“of course i did,” minho scoffs, squeezing one of chan’s thighs in his warm hand. “you think i would just let you watch that without planning it? i’m not that stupid.”

you’re not, but maybe i am, chan thinks, and he only realizes that he said it out loud when you start giggling and lean your head into his shoulder to hide your laughter.

he wants to retort, to somehow defend himself, but then video-minho changes his angle and starts fucking video-you even harder than before and whatever words were in his throat stayed behind the lump there.

“do you want to do that to her?” minho asks, hand trailing up chan’s thigh, leaving behind phantom pinpricks of sensation. he lets his blunt nails rake over chan’s leg, the delicate material of his workout pants providing no protection.

“can i?” chan breathes out, looking at you like he’s never seen anything more beautiful.

“please,” you wiggle your legs open a bit, a clear invitation. his hand comes to rest on your thigh and it’s so big, so much bigger than minho’s. he slides it up, to the hem of your oversized shorts, dipping his fingers closer to your panties and -

he stops.

“but, i also want…” he ducks his head down, trying to hide his flush before glancing at minho through his lashes. minho’s brow furrows, confusion clear on his face before he puts it together.

“oh, my channie,” he coos, running a hand through chan’s hair. “we can do that too, i promise. but my girl has been waiting so long for you, you don’t want to make her wait even longer, do you?”

chan shakes his head, entire body swaying with the force of it, reenergized by minho’s promise of more. he turns towards you and you feel your breath leave your body as you turn weighless for a moment, landing back on earth to find yourself straddling chan’s lap.

“you’re strong,” you praise, feeling up his biceps as you get comfy in his lap, ignoring minho’s indignant yelp next to you. chan beams up at you, both of his hands cupping your ass and using it as leverage to pull you closer into him. his dick is hard in his pants, poking against your crotch, and you both let out lewd moans when you grind into him a bit. he glances at minho, a little insecure and still kind of uncomfortable, but minho just pulls him in and kisses him deeply. it’s a sight to see, like a movie playing out right in front of your eyes, the love of your life and his best friend making out right in front of you. chan tenses a bit but melts into the couch even faster, letting minho lead him into blissful submission as he cups his face and moves it right how he wants it.

when they part, chan’s lips are cherry red and so wet, glistening in the light from the lamps decorating the room. you can’t help but kiss him too, licking minho’s essence off of him and reveling in the way he bucks up into you like he can’t help it.

chan slides his lips to the right, peppering kisses to the corner of your lips, across your jaw and down your neck. he sucks at the spot right under your ear that makes you see stars, heat bursting in your lower belly. he was utterly intoxicated by your scent, your clean, floral body wash taking over his senses until he was all but panting into your neck.

it almost hurts to pull back from him, it’s like a stab right to your heart when he makes a wounded noise at the loss of contact, but you need more from him. any thoughts that you might have had of seducing him, of wining and dining him and showing him how much you really wanted him, died out once you felt his hands on you. you’ve been crushing on this man for almost as long as you’ve been crushing on minho, and you weren’t going to give this opportunity any time to ruin itself; you knew chan, knew how his self-consciousness and second-guessing worked, and if you wanted him you needed to take him now before he changed his mind.

you reach for the drawstring on his pants, pulling it open and sticking your hand in, rubbing him through his boxers. next time you’d have more decorum, you’d suck him off until he was right on the edge and make him sob when you refuse to let him come, you’d let him fuck you into the mattress and let him pin you down, but not right now.

“on the couch?” chan asks, eyes wide as they flicker back and forth between you and minho.

“you know we’ve done it in worse places,” minho says, humor lining his words as the lust takes over his eyes at the thought of what was about to happen. a burst of affection takes over you as you look at him, your perfect soulmate who understood you and your desires and shared them with you like you shared everything else.

“never knew you were such an exhibitionist,” chan snipes back at him, gasping when you tug him out of his pants and boxers, the stretch of his waistband making it easy. you only have to stroke him a few times until he’s fully hard, his cock red and leaking where it curves into his lower belly.

“minho, help me,” you ask, blinking at minho through your eyelashes, and he knows what you want immediately; he hooks his fingers through your shorts and panties at once, pulling them down to your knees, just far down enough for you to be able to rub your bare pussy against chan’s cock.

“god, you’re so wet,” he curses, throwing his head back and sighing in time with the movement of your hips.

“for you, channie,” your voice cracks when his cock catches on your clit, and both of them are smart enough not to say anything about it. minho moves though, ever impatient, and lines chan’s cock up against your hole with practiced ease.

“thought about this a lot, did you?” you tease, knowing very well that both of you thought about this a little too much, sharing fantasies in hushes whispers when you were supposed to be asleep. .

minho clicks his tongue and presses himself up behind you, still fully clothed even though his dick was rock hard in his jeans. he places his hands on your hips and pushes you into chan, driving his cock deep into you. you collapse against chan’s chest, a surprised yelp leaving you at the unexpected fullness. chan echoes you, burying his face into your neck with a shudder.

“tease me again and see what i’ll do,” he says darkly, hands still in a death grip on your waist. you take his threat for what it is, knowing that he would follow through with his words, and you start grinding into chan in slow circles. his hands circle your waist, fingers tangled with minho as they let you set the pace.

“please,” chan whimpers, his breath tickling your neck. you want to tease him so badly, but how could you when he asked so politely? you shift your knees further onto the couch, gaining leverage so you could lift your hips higher up. you drop back down onto him and you both moan in unison.

you lift back up and drop down, again and again and again, finding a rhythm that fits both of you perfectly. it’s like a dance, moves that feel practiced and eased, spurred on by minho’s soft whispered praises towards the both of you. the video playing on the tv had reached its end, and every sound coming from you was heightened.

“what a pretty show, all for me,” minho moves away and finally takes his cock out of his jeans, fisting it and immediately starting to stroke himself off at a fast pace. you can’t see him, you miss the warmth of him against your back, but chan can’t take his eyes off of him, transfixed by the sight of his best friend jerking himself off to him and you as you’re bouncing on top of him.

you’re shaking apart on top of chan before you realize it, orgasm taking over you as you continue to ride him. you clench around him hard, and he’s spilling into you a second later, jerky little thrusts shaking your body on top of his. minho curses as he comes a moment later, too keyed up to extend his pleasure for long. this wasn’t about him anyways; at least, not this time.

you lift off of chan with a hiss, sending him a look of sympathy when he shivers in overstimulation. you don’t make it far, pulling him down to lay against you, your back pressed up against his front. both of your pants are still halfway off, but you can’t be bothered to care right now - you’re utterly exhausted, even from just one orgasm.

the both of you barely register minho draping a blanket over you before settling on the floor in front of you, leaning his head on the couch right by where chan’s hands were around your stomach. it’s so domestic, the three of you drifting towards one another so naturally that it just feels right. later, you’d get up and eat the now-cold dinner minho had painstakingly prepared, but for now you were content to lay in comfortable quiet.

“wait,” chan breaks the silence, and you have to resist the urge to groan at him. “how did you know that i watched it? what if the storage really was just full?”

“please, you’re too obvious,” minho teases, voice soft and drowsy, and you can hear the smile in it. “plus, you were watching it in the dorms, idiot. you’re lucky it wasn’t jeongin that caught you.”

kinktober masterlist

#stray kids smut #skz smut #stray kids imagines #stray kids drabbles #lee know smut #lee minho smut #bang chan smut #bang chan imagines #minchan #bang chan x reader #lee know x reader

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minchanlove · 1 month

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I was never as jealous as I am now 😩. I love my babies so much <3

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christakisbang · 4 months

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#ive had the screenshots for this since the ep dropped lmao #bang chan #lee minho #lee know #minchan #stray kids #stray kids gifs #skz #skz gifs #my gifs #acts of service go crazy #ik i never gif anymore bc work is killing me but i hope u all remember me fondly as a gifmaker

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agendratum · 5 months

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memory issues, they run in the family

bonus:

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catiuskaa · 3 months

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reggaeton & champagne.

PAIRING! lee minho x reader x bang chan

SUMMARY: you knew better than to go down to the club alone. and that guy should’ve known better than to mess with minho and chan’s property.

REQUESTED! by my pookie @sharonxdevi who requested this here! and it’s such a good idea, tysm for trusting me with it<3

CW: the boys may come off as a little possesive, there’s a touchy douche in the club, mentions of alcohol, it ain’t spicy but surely it’s nsfw.

WC: 2.3k

A/N: so i’ve never even thought of writing poly!skz relationships until now, but i think it came out nicely! (and if you kinda recognize the title— i just spend an unhealthy amount of time watching skz edits on instagram lololol)

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The sign of the club glowed with bluish neon lights at the entrance. There was also a man, notebook in hand, receiving IDs prior to welcoming the long queue of people. Although it was not the most expensive nightclub in the city, you could see the difference between it and the rest of the clubs in town, in the sense that the establishment was very tidy and clean, with security personnel scattered around the corners, watching that everything was going out smoothly.

It was unusual for you to want to go out clubbing, but considering the boys’ schedule, any chance to make plans together was welcomed with open arms.

Especially by Minho and Chan, who would never force you to go out, but their lingering stares and their arms that would sneakily clung to your waist or your shoulders —and in some cases, to lovingly slap your ass or thighs—, were meant as a way of encouragement when you dressed up and went for it.

And a way to say that, as always, you looked fine as hell.

You had chosen a short silver-coloured dress that reached your mid-thighs, accompanied by a pair of matching mesh thigh-highs with cute little clips that allowed them to stay in place, only because you knew how to entertain your public, and loved every single second their eyes stayed glued to you as you danced your heart out.

The music pounded against the walls and reverberated through the floor, but not as much as how the booze traveled through your veins, only giddy enough to celebrate how well their last tour had gone, and merely to have some well-deserved fun.

Minho’s hands grasped you by your waist, pulling you off Chan’s arms and smirking as he pushed your back flush against his body.

One of his hands remained in place, but the other one moved slowly, tempting fingers heading down to your thighs, as if walking, the motion almost ticklish. You could feel his cat-like grin from behind you as you looked at Chan, who wasn’t mad at all, rather cheekily enjoying the other man’s antics as you kept dancing against him, following the rhythm of the music.

Chris got closer to the both of you, taking your arms and settling them on his shoulders as he approached even further, now the two gentlemen dressed in fine clothes towering over you.

“Our princess is feeling good today, huh?” His hand cradled your face, holding your chin in a tender grasp, unlike Minho, who started to play with one of the clips on your high mesh stockings.

You were about to say something, but Minho tugged at one of the straps and chuckled next to your ear, slapping it back. Your breath hitched, and you bit your lip, feeling the blush rising to your cheeks, the light foundation you had applied not being able to cover it.

Chris snickered, and Minho lightly bit the shell of your ear, and they both laughed as you squirmed in between their arms.

“Ok, ok—!” You giggled, out of breath due to the tickling and else. You didn’t want to leave just yet, but didn’t want to stop teasing your boys either.

Tugging on Chan’s collar, you propelled him forward, his hands ending on Minho’s shoulders by reflex. You moved your body in between both of them, swaying your hips, playing with Chris’ hair as you turned your head to face the man behind you, and chuckled, biting his lip.

They both felt a rush of blood heading to their face—and downwards—, but you stopped Chan for pushing you against Minho even more, one of your soft hands nonchalantly moving from the back of his neck to his chest, cheekily stroking his toned upper body.

“I think we can use some more drinks, gentlemen.” Your tone was filled with an enticing mockery only powered by their presence, and you licked your lips, feeling Minho’s slender fingers playing with the rim of your dress, tapping your thigh gently.

“I think we should head to the VIP lounge.” He grunted against your ear, his breath tickling your there, but the gentle yet lust-filled kisses he left right below started driving you a bit crazy. “Whaddya think, Chan?” Minho smirked, swiftly lifting his head from your neck to stare at the older man.

With all the mix of bright coloured lights, you could notice slightly how Chris’ eyes grew darker. Almost so dark that they could fuck you themselves, and you squeezed your thighs at the thought.

“I think our little brat needs to learn that teasing won’t get her anywhere, hyung.” Minho’s slender fingers playfully traced mindless shapes on your thigh.

The older man swallowed hard, his breath deepening.

“Guess you’re on thin ice, princess.” He leaned in, and pecked Minho’s lips from above your shoulder. He then turned slightly, and spoke in your ear. “You have ten minutes to go get those drinks. Go up the VIP platform right after, like the good girl you are, mmh?”

His hum almost echoed through your body, falling into an endless pit of arousal that those two gorgeous men had created, now able to make you feel hot and bothered in just a cheeky wink or a deep look.

Making you oh so weak for them. Only them.

“Heard that, kitten?” Minho smirked, lovingly kissing your cheek, as close as he could to the corner of your lips. “Ten minutes. Tick-tock.”

You tried heading towards the bar without your knees giving out as they both moved away, and instantly missed their warmth and strong hold on your body. But before you could even try, Chris tsked, pulling you back to him and almost fiercely planting a deep kiss that lit fire on your body, and almost made you whine when he pulled away, biting your lip.

“Fuck.” He gasped, feeling breathless. “Make that five minutes for daddy, yeah?”

And with a tap on your hips and a teasing wink, he left, following where Minho had gone.

You were unable to wipe the giddy smile off your face, feeling your cheeks get hot, and you patted them, hoping that your slightly cooler hands would do something to low it down.

Shaking your head lightly, you waved at the bartender, a tall, blond and handsome young man, and he gave you a kind smile. You sat on the stool closest, and he approached you, leaning on the counter.

“Nice seeing you here for a change.” He said with a snicker.

“Wish I could say the same, Hyunjin.” You wiggled your eyebrows almost dramatically, making him laugh.

“Your three usuals, beautiful?” He asked with a grin, and you nodded. “Comin’ right up.”

You watched as he gracefully started to show off his abilities, passing drinks and metal cups and bottles in flashes and zooms, controlling every move so swiftly.

But then, you felt a hand on your waist.

“Sorry, scooching up real quick…” said a low voice from behind you.

His hands brushed your back, making you shiver. But it was a bad shiver. One that swiped away the giddiness your boys had left, but not as quickly as your smile took off.

The bold man dizzily sat on a stool that could’ve easily been a foot or two away, and your body relaxed easily at the new-formed distance.

You stared at him in a mix of slight disgust and raw astonishment. Used to your boys and the rest of the group, or people like Hyunjin, one could easily forget that people weren’t always respectful, nice and kind.

He noticed your blank stare, and misinterpreted it as interest. With a wide smile, he bent down, grabbing one of the legs of the stool you were sitting on, and smoothly moved it closer to his.

Another shiver ran through your back, goosebumps showing on your skin.

He smiled, and you held back a frown.

“Besides looking that sexy, what else do you do for a living?”

…

yikes.

That line didn’t only give you the ick, but you also noticed Hyunjin physically flinched, which made you snort, quickly covering your mouth.

The man was so drunk. You could smell it on his breath, and the guy looked rather pathetic. You didn’t feel too sorry for him, but wanted him as far as possible, and you moved to the edge of your stool.

The man looked proud of your giggles, but grew restless when you didn’t reply, so he took a sip from the glass of whiskey in front of him, kind of as if he hadn’t had anything to drink in a while.

You sat up straight, glaring at Hyunjin so he’d call security if things turned complicated, and he winked at you as a form of reassurance.

“Do you, eh, come here often?” He blurbed out.

You looked at your hands, staring at your nails, and waited for a second before giving him a side-eye from above your shoulder, slender eyes looking uninterested.

Quickly going back to your nails, you shrugged. “Enough to know that you don’t.” You brushed off coldly.

If you did, you’d know that I’m happily taken.

He stammered, his breath hitched, and you could almost feel him start getting even more nervous, as well as slightly angry.

“Huh? Why’s that?” He scoffed, eyebrows raised at you, who again, didn’t bother to look at him, a bit wary of his moody attitude.

Hyunjin smiled at you, coldly glaring at the clueless man next to you as he swiftly left the three drinks in place, pressing the red button underneath the counter to call for help.

The man smirked, going back to a confidence you didn’t want to know where he had gotten.

Placing his arm sneakily on your waist.

Huh?

“All those for you?”

Before you could react and slap him for his unrequested bold actions, you heard a grunt behind you.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me.”

At that moment, Chan wasn’t so sure if he was the pacific one in your relationship.

He trusted you and your ability to set your own boundaries, by any means necessary, even if it meant slapping someone across the face.

And he knew them by heart. He had watched how you grimaced, trying to take this drunkard’s hands away from you.

So he helped you by slapping them off your body.

As ‘gently’ as he could.

“Move aside.” He said in a low growl, failing to relax until you moved your hand and took his, squeezing it as a way of thanking him.

Instead of getting the hint, the man frowned.

“Hey, if you can’t tell, I was trying to—”

Minho scoffed, appearing behind the man.

“Keep babbling around our girl and I’ll give you a story to tell.” He said in a dark, low tone of voice, eyes and tongue so sharp that they could almost pierce right through the man. “Now shoo.”

Security came by a minute after and apologized for not taking care of him before, then fined him, following the nightclub’s rules and finally kicked the man out.

One of the security guys approached the three of you, and bowed swiftly, apologizing.

“I’m really sorry. This guy has already annoyed some other customers before. I’ll speak to the owner of the place and see if there is something we can do regarding his situation. As for you, miss…” He gave you his card, and you smiled at him, bowing your head gently.

“My name is Seo Changbin. If you ever need anything…” he sighed, a hand to his nape, the buff man slightly flustered. “Don’t hesitate to call me. I can’t think of another way to compensate you…”

Chan smiled, and shook hands with the security guard.

“No need to worry, mate. It’s fine now.” He stated calmly, his other hand still engulfing yours.

Minho bowed at him, his arm around your waist, as if trying to erase any marks or traces of the drunkard’s touch.

“Home, love?” He said in a gentle whisper, kissing your temple after you nodded. “S’okay.”

Minho opened the door to the car for you, and Chan’s hand never left your thigh the whole way back home.

As soon as you got back, you let out a tired sigh.

Chris hugged you from behind, and you melted under his touch. With a soft grin, Minho ushered Chan’s arms away from you, and swiftly took you in his arms.

“Sleepy?” The older one asked, but you shook your head. You didn’t want the night to end on this note. “Then I’ll go get something. You guys get going.” He smiled at you, eyes soft as he lovingly stroke your cheek, your face resting on Minho’s shoulder.

With a slight smirk, he patted Minho’s butt, and headed to his studio.

“Bang Chan!” He whisper-yelled, ears red, and you chuckled lowly.

“Cheeky little baby.” Minho cooed at you, heading to your shared room, and you giggled softly, hiding your head on the crook of his neck. “Let us take care of you, yeah?”

You moved your head from his neck and pecked his lips. Minho took you to bed, and tenderly took your heels off.

“Shower?” He asked softly, but you shook your head no, so he nodded, taking off your dress. With a cat-like grin, his fingers went back to your thighs.

“You have to wear these more often, you little tease.” He snickered, and you smiled, blushing softly. “You look so good in everything.” He said, stroking your cheek.

Chan quickly came back, fluffy blankets and laptop with him.

“Movie night!” He smiled, almost childishly, and both your and Minho’s heart tugged on your chests.

They took their fancy clothes off and put on sleeveless shirts and the matching pyjama pants you had gifted them for Christmas, who were at first meant as a joke, but remained being used just because how comfy they were.

There, snuggled between Chan and Minho, you smiled, taking both of their hands.

“I’m hungry.” You said, pouting unconciously.

“We can make popcorn if you want.” Christ suggested, pausing the movie.

You sat in your knees, looking at them with a smirk.

Minho smirked back, starting to guess where this was headed.

“What do you want to eat, kitten?”

You snickered.

“I want to have ramen.”

~kats, who hopes everyone understood that kdrama reference just now ;););););)

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faunandfloraas · 1 month

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muah ©seolareclipse_

#lee know #lee minho #bang chan #minchan #christopher bang #stray kids #skzedit #bystay #createskz #staydaily #skz #skz gifs #analook #jesskz #stray kids gifs #its them dumb guys #🐺#🐰😼

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linolinoing · 17 days

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★ lino linoing moments: 4/∞ ©

#skz #stray kids #lee know #bang chan #bystay #lee minho #linosource #staydaily #llm #minchan #by01ino

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milenaas1 · 4 months

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💝⭐

#my art #sketch #stray kids #stray kids fanart #skz fanart #skz #stray kids art #bang chan #bang chan fanart #lee know #lee minho #minchan

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hyunlix-lover4 · 2 months

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Minho: I woke up and chose VIOLENCE. I WILL COMMIT ARSON AND BURN EVERYTHING TO THE GROUND!!! I AM ANGRY- Chan: Awwww, you’re so adorable! Give me a hug~ Minho: Wh-What? nO, yOURE SUPPOSED TO BE SCARED OF ME! TREMBLE BEFORE MY WRATH- Chan, recording: This is so cute.

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brb gonna go cry ;(

#i love them and their family bond so much bye #stray kids #skz #bang chan #channie #lee minho #lee know #sea breeze #minchan #SKZ LOG #2023 STAYweeK

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writingforstraykids · 3 months

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I owe you a kiss

Pairing: Minho x Chan x fem!reader / Minchan x fem!reader

Word Count: 4344

Summary: As the upcoming comeback gets closer, Chan starts isolating himself from you and Minho, getting overwhelmed. He can't quite deal with feeling so much and nothing at all at the same time and takes it out on the two of you. Minho and you try to help your husband out.

Warnings/Tags: angst, fluff, argument, chan feels numbish, fear of flying, domestic married life, emotional hurt/comfort, angsty!chan, soft!min

A/N: I don't know where that came from, but enjoy me fabricating 4k of angst and domestic bullshit in like half an hour😭🥹

PART TWO

My mind is complicated Find it hard to rearrange it But I'll have to find a way somehow Overreacting lately Find it hard to say I'm sorry Still - Niall Horan

You gently knock at the doorframe to your bedroom to avoid startling your husband and step inside. “You have everything you need, darling?”

Minho's currently packing his suitcase for his trip lasting a week. He looks up, gently blowing his hair from his eyes. “I think so, yes,” he flashes you a warm smile. After checking everything once more, he nods and throws the suitcase closed. "Where's our Channie love?" he asks, pulling the zipper closed and fidgeting with the lock.

"Working," Chan gives back from next door.

"Of course you are," he says more to himself, making you giggle. Over the past few days, Chan grew very quiet, burying himself in work and avoiding you for most of the time. It happened sometimes before a busy schedule, and Minho had learned to deal with the fact that Chan needed this to recharge. Minho, Chan and you had been dating for four years before tying the knot five years ago. He knows the two of you inside out by now after almost a decade. Minho strolls into Chan's working area and rests his hands on his shoulders. "Hey, there."

"Hey," Chan gives back, not looking up from his screen and staying seated at his desk.

"You're hungry? I can order something," he tells him, gently running his hand through his hair.

"Stop that," Chan grumbles and tilts his head away from him.

"Okay, sorry," Minho nods calmly and pulls his hands back. For a moment, the sound of Chan's fingers hitting the keyboard is all that can be heard. "So?" he asks, his patience starting to wear thin.

"I'll keep working," he shakes his head.

"Chan," Minho says firmly. "I'm leaving after that, and it would be nice to have lunch with my wife and my husband."

"Fucks sake, you're annoying," Chan sighs and waves him off. "I'll be there in a moment."

"Thank you," Minho rolls his eyes and makes his way downstairs. "Someone's in a mood," he grumbles as he leans against the kitchen island beside you.

“Don’t take it to heart, you know he gets sometimes,” you say soothingly, rubbing his shoulder. “What are we getting?”

“Whatever you want, honey,” he winks at you and lets you scroll through the options. “I don’t get him. It’s still a month until the album drops, and we have pretty much everything sorted out. Sure, I have to come up with two more dances, but that’s my issue, isn’t it?” he asks.

“You know Chan makes everything his responsibility,” you tell him and hand him back his phone. “He’ll calm down again; I’ll see what I can do.”

Minho sighs softly and orders the food, still seeming a little pissed off. Usually, Chan knows how much Minho needs a stable environment before a flight. He's scared of flying enough as it is, but especially when he's caught up in his thoughts. So it confuses you a little that he doesn’t seem to pay much attention to that today.

You call out for him twice as your food arrives until Chan finally joins you downstairs.

Chan's staring into the distance, pushing his food around on his plate and staying quiet as Minho and you keep on talking.

"Tastes good?" Minho asks after a while and gently nudges Chan beneath the table.

"Yeah, I guess," he shrugs and ignores the frown Minho gives him.

"How's work going, Channie?" you try your luck.

"Great," he simply says, shoving some food into his mouth, clearly signaling he doesn't want to talk right now.

"Good," Minho nods and sighs softly. "I'm a little nervous."

"Why?" he gives back, almost a little routined.

"I hate flying, as you know," he groans frustratedly.

"You did fine before," Chan shrugs and takes a sip from his drink. "It's just a flight."

"Yeah, that's the point, isn't it?" Minho asks, starting to get a little irritated.

"Don't be a baby, you'll manage," he says, and Minho stares at him, unable to come up with a proper answer.

"Thanks, very helpful," he presses out, gripping his glass tighter as his hand starts to shake. He has no time for a mental breakdown right now.

“Channie,” you sigh softly, deciding to step in. The last thing you want is Minho to leave like that.

Looking up, Chan sees the confusion and anxiety clouding Minho's eyes. "Sorry, Min, you're not a baby," he says, not very convincingly, but it seems to be better than nothing to Minho.

Minho glances at his watch and clears his throat. "I'll go and grab my stuff," he announces.

Chan rolls his eyes once he's gone and braces his head on his hand, staring out of the window. He wonders how the hell he'll be able to finish everything he has to do in so little time.

“Channie, angel?” you ask gently, and he hums in response. “At least try and be nice? He’s gone for a week after.”

“You two are fucking exhausting,” he groans, and you raise your eyebrows, ready to answer as Minho comes back downstairs.

You get up to collect the trash and decide to continue this talk later.

"I'll see you in a week then," Minho says gently, and Chan hums, agreeing. "You'll be okay?"

"Sure," he nods and stares into the distance.

Minho takes his hand and tries to meet his eyes. "Love?" he asks, and Chan very slowly turns to him. "You know you can call if you get overwhelmed or need help with anything."

"Mhm," he hums and pulls his hand from his hold.

"Okay," he chews on his lower lip for a moment. "Well, I'll be leaving then."

"Okay," he nods.

"Can I at least get a kiss?" Minho asks quietly, and his heart sinks as Chan frowns.

"No," he simply says.

"No?" Minho echoes quietly, subconsciously taking a step back.

"Don't feel like it," he shrugs and glances at his watch.

"You don't feel like…wow, okay," he nods, trying to swallow down the sudden sickness spreading through him. "Did I do something wrong?" he asks timidly. Maybe this wasn't just Chan pulling back, but he had done something to upset him.

“No, you didn’t, Min,” you say firmly, staring at him irritated.

Chan turns to look at him properly for the first time today. Minho's heart sinks at the carelessness in them. "Right now, you're keeping me from working. I have stuff to do, mate."

"Mate?" Minho presses out, taking a few steps back. "Alright, I'll see you in a week, bestie. Seriously, fuck you," he snaps and grabs his keys.

"Minho, come on," Chan groans, rolling his eyes at him. "Stop overreacting."

Minho fidgets with his wedding ring before slamming it on the table. "Know what that is?"

"You're being serious right now?" Chan raises his eyebrows at him mockingly.

"That stupid little thing means we're husbands, idiot. I've been by your side for nine years now; I think you can start using appropriate terms, Chan hyung." Minho says firmly, and for a moment, he considers leaving the ring here. But then he remembers he has a public image to maintain, and showing up without one of his wedding rings would raise questions. Also, deep down, it feels wrong already to only wear yours.

"You're being ridiculous," Chan says and gets up, pushing past him.

"No, I'm hurt. There's a difference, Chan," he tells him, grabbing his suitcase. "But fine, I'll leave like that. I'll see you in a week then."

"Fucking great," Chan nods, walking upstairs and not looking back.

Minho watches him, stunned, before finally leaving the house and slamming the door closed.

You stand still for a moment, trying to process what has just happened. "You had one job, Chan! Be nice!" you shout upstairs.

"Fuck you too!" he shouts back and slams his door closed.

"You two are fucking ridiculous sometimes," you curse and search for your keys.

Minho gets into his car and stays there for a few minutes, trying to calm down. Secretly, he hoped Chan would join him and make things right before leaving. But he doesn't. The door to his car opens, and you lean down to look at him, raising your eyebrows in amusement. “Fuck, I’m so sorry,” he groans and gets out quickly.

You giggle softly as he rushes over to you and pulls you into a tight hug. “Well, goodbye then, darling,” you tease him lovingly.

“I’m sorry, he pissed me off,” he groans, stifling his laughter in your shoulder.

“I know he did,” you laugh and soothingly pat his back. “Give him time to sulk; he’ll start missing you in two days top. He always does.”

“You’ll be okay?” Minho asks, pulling back and looking at you caringly.

“I’ll be fine. It’s Channie,” you giggle, and Minho snorts. “Deep down, he just needs a cuddle and acts tough so we won’t notice how stressed he is.”

“You handle this way better than I do, even though I’ve known him longer,” he laughs, rolling his eyes at himself.

“I just have a little more patience for his bullshit,” you giggle and check your phone. “You should leave before you miss your flight.”

“Ugh, fine,” he groans.

“You’ll do great, my darling,” you assure him. “Call me when you land?”

“You know I will,” he promises, lovingly kissing you goodbye. “I love you, honey.”

“I love you too, Minnie darling,” you smile.

Minho has been gone for four days when he gets a call. To his surprise, it's Chan's number popping up on his screen only minutes before a fashion event. Minho searches for a quiet corner and takes the call. "Hey, I don't have much time. What's up?" he asks calmly and frowns at the silence that follows. "Chan?"

"Something's wrong," he says quietly.

"What do you mean?" he asks confused.

"I don't…I don't feel good," he says monotonously. "Something's off."

Minho swallows softly. "Where are you?"

"Home," Chan tells him.

“Where’s Y/N?” he asks.

“Left,” he answers quietly.

“What do you mean she left?” he frowns, nervously scanning the crowd around himself.

“Told her to leave me alone. She took that to heart,” he explains. “She’s with her best friend.”

Minho exhales relieved, knowing you are safe with your friend. "Channie, what's wrong?" he asks patiently. "You can't just push us away. We love you, and saying yes five years ago means you're stuck with us," he chuckles, waving off his assistant tapping her watch.

"I know," Chan says and chews on his lower lip, unable to put it into words. "Remember when I had that episode of feeling worthless and overwhelmed back when we were trainees?"

"Mhm, of course I do," he nods, swallowing hard as he thinks of Chan's emotional state back then. Nothing had worried him that much in a long time. "Is that what's going on?"

"No…I feel..kinda numb," Chan admits and curses himself. "I feel so much and nothing at all. I feel like crying, but I can't, I can't focus on anything, I feel like everything I do is pointless and…Minnie, can you come back home?" he asks, his voice whispering. "It's starting to scare me whenever I have a clear moment." Minho rubs his face tiredly, and Chan takes his silence the wrong way. "I know you have shit to do…I just thought..I need you, please?"

"Give me an hour to sort this out," Minho says, and Chan exhales in relief. "I want you to grab a blanket, make yourself some tea, and put on your favorite series. Get comfortable on the sofa downstairs. You think you can do that for me?"

"Okay," Chan nods.

"I'll let you know when I'm on the plane," he says, sighing softly. "Channie love?"

"Yeah?" he asks quietly.

"Don't do anything stupid," he says, his grip around his phone tightening.

"I owe you a kiss," he answers, and Minho smiles sadly.

"Damn right you do," he nods and is about to end the call.

"Minho, baby?" Chan asks, almost a little timid.

"Yes, dear?" he asks patiently.

"Have a safe flight. You can do this, and I'll be there once you're back," he says, and Minho blinks back tears, gripping his phone tightly.

"Thank you," he whispers. So he hasn't forgotten.

You frown softly as Minho’s name pops up on your screen. Shouldn’t he be at some fancy fashion event right now? “Min?” you take the call confused.

“Hey, honey,” he says sweetly. “You have a minute?”

“Yeah, of course,” you nod agreeing, and smile at your friend thankfully, who hands you a cup of tea.

“Chan called,” he says and sighs at the silence following. “What happened?”

“Well, what did he tell you?” you ask stubbornly.

“Stop playing games, baby girl,” he warns you. “I should’ve been on some red carpet five minutes ago. So, what happened?”

You roll your eyes and subconsciously play with the two small rings decorating your ring finger: one for Chan and one for Minho. “I made the mistake of thinking I’d get a hug and kiss goodnight from my husband,” you tell him quietly, and he can tell you’re hurt. “He told me to leave him alone, so I did.”

“Fucking hell, Chan,” he breaths out and throws his head back in frustration. “I promised him to come home early, but I need some time to figure this out.”

“Oh, please, Min, it’s only three days,” you protest. That’s not what you had intended at all. “We can manage that, and we’ll talk once you’re back.”

“Well, he can’t,” he shakes his head.

“What?” you ask, confused.

“He called me to ask if I can come back because he’s not doing alright. He said something about feeling numb and like failing,” Minho explains, following his assistant, who had given up by now, to his car.

“Shit, Min, I didn’t know. I thought he was stressed and taking it out on us,” you say apologizingly.

“Relax, I didn’t know either,” he sighs, getting into his car. “Listen, I’ll be back home in a few hours. You think you can go back home in the meantime?” he asks gently. “I know you’re hurt and-.”

“No, it’s alright. Of course, I’ll go back home,” you say, already getting up and gathering your things. “You have a key to get in?”

“I think so, yes,” he nods.

“Alright, I’ll see you later then. I’ll go check on Channie,” you promise, and Minho exhales, relieved. You quickly explain everything to your friend before driving home a little faster than you should. Closing the door, you kick off your shoes and rush into the living room.

Chan looks up at you, confused, eyes widening at the sight of you. “Y/N?” he asks stunned.

“I’m so sorry, Channie angel,” you apologize and sit down next to him on the sofa. “I didn’t realize you were struggling that much. I thought you were stressed or something.”

“Min told you?” he asks, chuckling as you nod. “Typical, can’t keep a secret.”

“He’s worried,” you scold him gently and take Chan’s hand. “I’m worried.”

“That’s why I didn’t want to tell you,” he admits. “I don’t like worrying you. I just gave up hiding from Min because he witnesses most of it during work anyway.”

“Fair point,” you hum softly and hesitantly rest your head on his shoulder. This time, he lets you. “I’m sorry for snapping at you.”

“I’m sorry for pushing you away,” he says, squeezing your hand gently. “I’m not myself at the moment. Min has helped me out before when we were still trainees, I trust him with this.”

“Okay then,” you nod, smiling as he wraps his arm around you. “I’m here if you need me.”

“Thank you,” he says gently.

When Minho gets home a few hours later, he feels drained, pushing his suitcase into a corner and kicking off his shoes. He's still wearing the makeup and outfit for tonight's event, having wasted no time with changing. He tiredly runs his hand through his hair and stares at it for a moment, still shaking as the adrenaline and fear of the flight slowly wear off. His eyes fall upon the wedding rings on his finger. His heart steadies, remembering why he's there as he looks at Chan’s.

A pair of hands slip into his, taking his smaller ones and gently squeezing them. Minho looks up and meets the eyes he fell in love with all those years ago. Chan moves their hands up to his face, planting a tiny kiss on each of his knuckles. "Breathe," he tells him quietly, and Minho exhales a breath he didn't know he was holding in.

Minho can't stop himself and pulls him into a tight hug. He buries his face in his shoulder, stomach sinking as Chan stiffens for a moment in his hold. He pulls back, unable to meet his eyes. "Sorry, I should know better, you're not feeling up for this right -."

Chan cuts him off by pulling him in and shaking his head. "Sorry, I'm a little slow at the moment."

"That's okay," Minho assures him and gently rubs his back.

"I can't do anything right at the moment," Chan says quietly, gripping the back of Minho's suit jacket tightly.

Minho soothingly runs his hand through his hair. "Sometimes it's enough if the only thing you did today was breathe."

"If you think so," Chan mumbles into the fabric as he buries his nose in his shoulder.

"I know so," he tells him, resting his head against Chan's.

“You told Y/N,” he speaks up after a moment.

“Of course I did. She’s our wife, Channie love,” he giggles softly. “She should know, it’d worry her more not knowing what’s going on.”

He hums gently and tightens his hold on him. "I don't know what to do," Chan admits quietly. "I never felt so empty and isolated."

"I know that's probably hard to believe right now, but I promise you'll always find me in these three places: In front of you to cheer you on, behind you to have your back, and beside you, so you're never alone," he starts out gently. "I'll find a way to make you feel full again…fuck, that came out wrong," Minho groans, and for the first time in almost two weeks, Chan laughs.

"Idiot," he giggles and pulls back, meeting his eyes. He reaches out for him, hesitantly brushing back a strand of hair, fingertips tracing the features of his face. Once he reaches his lips, Minho plants a gentle kiss against his fingertips. Chan looks up, and he can't quite pinpoint the look in his husband's eyes. "I messed up that event for you, didn't I?"

"It doesn't matter," he assures him. "You're more important."

"You're mad?" he asks, squinting his eyes at him a little.

"Do I look mad?" he asks gently.

Chan frowns a little. "No…you look pretty."

A soft smile covers his lips and travels to his eyes. "That's very sweet."

"It's weird because I can tell what you're feeling, but…I have no clue how to grasp what I'm feeling," Chan admits, tears brimming his eyes. "I'm messed up, aren't I?"

"You're struggling," he reminds him kindly. "We can work this out. We did that before."

"Promise?" Chan asks, searching his eyes observantly.

"I promise," he says, holding Chan's hand wearing the wedding rings. "I told you I'd be there, no matter what," he tells him, and Chan nods firmly, holding on to the truth of those words. "I need to get rid of the makeup and…whatever the hell that is," he says, looking down at himself. They've put him in some suit and casual clothes arrangement with way too many straps in a different fabric to his taste.

"I'll help," Chan says, and Minho nods thankfully.

“Channie?” you ask quietly. Minho turns in Chan’s hold and smiles softly, seeing you. You’re wearing one of his sweaters, and your hair messily falls around your face. You tiredly rub your face and squint at them before the realization hits you. “Oh, Minnie, you’re back,” you beam.

“Hey, honey,” he says softly, grabbing your hand and pulling you into their hug. He plants a tiny kiss on top of your head and giggles as you pout at Chan.

“Got cold without you,” you tell him.

“Sorry, baby,” he chuckles and rubs your back. "I had to check on Minho."

"You're doing okay?" you ask him gently.

"I'm glad to be on solid ground again," he snorts and lovingly brushes back your hair. "Let's go upstairs. Channie's helping me, and then we can all go to bed."

"Sounds great," you nod and tiredly rub your eyes. "Channie?" you ask sweetly, making grabby hands at him. Chan snorts and rolls his eyes before lifting you up to carry you upstairs. You smirk at Minho as he follows the two of you. "Doesn't he look handsome?"

"Already told him so," Chan comments.

"You look like a prince, darling. So cute with that glitter around your eyes," you compliment him, and Minho blushes.

"You're too kind, as always, my beautiful wife," he smiles shyly, and your heart swoons at his last words.

"Careful," Chan says as he lowers you on the bed. He makes sure you're comfortable and tugs you in already, leaning down and planting a light, almost hesitant kiss on your forehead. "Thank you for coming home," he tells you quietly enough for only you to hear as Minho throws his bag in a corner of the room. "I feel more safe when you're here."

"Always," you promise. Chan makes his way over to Minho, helping him with his outfit's many buttons and straps. He also removes his shirt and grabs a new one from the closet. "If I weren't so tired, I'd enjoy the show a little more enthusiastically."

Minho's ears burn up red, and he quickly slips into the shirt. "If you weren't so tired, I'd make sure you put that pretty mouth to use for something other than talking shit."

Your jaw drops, and Minho smirks succeeding. "Fucks sake, you guys, I thought we'd be getting some sleep," Chan protests, making you both laugh. "Okay, sit down," he tells Minho and gets comfortable on the edge of the desk. He plants his feet on Minho's chair, left and right of his thighs. Chan places one hand beneath Minho's chin as he starts wiping away all the makeup, cursing softly to himself about all the glitter around his eyes. "As if you'd need any of this shit," he groans, and Minho giggles softly.

"You know how it is," he shrugs and closes his eyes for him as Chan gently removes the last remains of his eyeshadow. His eyes flutter back open as Chan takes off the small diamond earring for him. "Thank you, love," he says softly, reaching for him.

Chan slides off the desk and right into his lap, wrapping his arms around his neck. You smile gently, watching them, knowing their goodbye hasn't been that great. He sighs softly and brushes his nose against Minho's. "It's good you're back."

"Yeah?" Minho asks with a shy smile.

"Mhm," he hums, sinking deeper into his eyes. "Feels safe."

"I love you," Minho says, rubbing his lower back soothingly.

"I know," he nods and presses their foreheads together. "And I know I feel the same way about you…even now."

"That's good," he says, squeezing his hips. "Don't force it, we have time."

"Being with you feels..good," Chan tells him and subconsciously presses himself closer. It reminds you a little of what he said to you before you fell asleep on the sofa. At least he seems to be able to feel comfort as well.

Minho very gently reaches up, cupping his face and caressing his cheeks. "How does that feel?"

"Warm," Chan says, covering his hands with his own.

"You like that?" he asks, trying to figure out how to start tackling the issue at hand slowly.

"Yeah," he nods, a small smile covering his face.

Minho thinks for a moment before he knows what to try next. After all, his husband was a sucker for compliments he couldn't take for shit. If that wouldn't make him feel something, he doesn't know what would. "You're so beautiful, you know, Channie love. Such a handsome husband with those sweet eyes and bright smile," he says, noticing a slight blush creeping up his face. "Don't get me started on those soft curls. Or the way my hands fit perfectly into yours." Chan shifts on his lap, eyes widening a little as he takes it all in. "Have I ever told you how much I love you being so cuddly?"

"Minho," he protests gently.

"Yes, beautiful?" he asks curiously.

"He's right, Channie angel…but he forgot about your cute laugh and caring sweetness," you chime in. “Or the way your strong arms wrap around me, the way you let me rest on your chest when I’m tired, and how cute you get when you soothe me to sleep.”

"Stop," Chan groans softly. "Now I feel all warm and fuzzy inside," he says, hiding his face in his shoulder as Minho chuckles. "Don't laugh."

Minho smiles and plants a tender kiss on top of his hair. "See? You're still able to feel good things as well."

"I'm not fucked, in that case?" he asks so innocently it makes you and Minho crack up.

"It's a good start, don't you think?" he asks, giggling.

"I guess so," he chuckles and sighs softly as Minho runs his hand through his hair. "Keep doing that?"

"Let's get to bed, I won't let go of you tonight," he promises.

"What about me, Minnie?" you pout softly.

"I'm in the middle in this case," he snorts, and Chan and you seem happy with that. He smiles as the both of you cuddle up to his sides, heads resting on his chest. Minho soothingly plays with Chan's hair, smiling as you take Chan's hand and intertwine them on his stomach.

PART TWO

MASTERLISTS | PROMPT LIST | GUIDELINES

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fauna-and-floraa · 6 months

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It may sound simple but Lee Know is actually very soft, cute and reliable as well- So I feel I get a lot of strength from him.

#Lee Minho #Lee Know #Bang Chan #Christopher bang #Minchan #stray kids #bystay #skz #skz gifs #skz edits #lee know edit #stray kids edit #staysource #kpop gifs #they're special guys to me okay 🤧

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minchanlove · 15 days

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they were looking amazing today in Asea Awards, my minchan 🥺💖

the hyung line <3

Congratulations to Stray Kids for winning:

🏆 The Grand Prize (Daesang)

🏆 Album of the Year [5-STAR]

🏆 Best Group

My babies did so well 💗

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christakisbang · 1 month

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#stray kids #bystay #minchan #bang chan #lee know #stray kids gifs #skz #skz gifs #my gifs #chris is such a nuzzler

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singsangseung · 4 months

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Coming or Going?

Alright guys…..I’ve been having some thoughts….and have been procrastinating writing this. BUT I am doing it

Summary: Chan walks in on you and Minho getting freaky and well.. Minho asks him “coming or going?”

Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT, degradation kink, hair pulling, threesome, unprotected sex( please don’t), reader is referred to as a whore, slut, cumslut, ass slapping, creampie, oral sex(m receiving), fem!reader, spitting, lots of cum , use of vibrator, clit play

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Chan had seen you and Minho come back to the dorms, but now you were nowhere in sight. “Have any of you guys seen y/n and Minho?” Chan called out, seeing Han and Felix sitting on the couch, playing video games. They both shrugged and shook their heads, “Nope, haven’t seen them hyung.” They chorused in unison. He wanted to ask Minho what he thought of some new choreography, but now he couldn’t.

With a tilt of his head and sigh, he made his way upstairs to your dorm. Maybe, they’re taking a nap or something. Chan thought to himself, as he walked down the hallway , approaching your bedroom door. But, then he heard it. You definitely aren’t napping.

Fuck, fuckfuck– Min, please, faster.

Yeah? Want it faster, my little whore? Can’t get enough of my cock, huh?”

He was in front of your closed door and he could hear it all. Every smack laid against your ass, every groan, whine, shriek, wail and cry. He felt his own dick thickening in his boxers, his hard erection straining against his basketball shorts. Before Chan could even register, his hand was on the door knob pushing it open– revealing a sight that would forever be burned in his mind– and his dick hard in his shorts.

You were on the bed, on your front, hips held and angled up by Minho’s hands with your cheek pressed against the bedding and your hands gripping the sheets above where your arms were extended. Minho was on his knees behind you, balls deep in your wet , hot cunt. Chan idn’t stop him from fucking into you though, and you were too fucked out to notice. “Fuck minnnnnn. So fucking good,” You cried, feeling his cockhead kissing your cervix, with every thrust. “Yeah, my whore likes it when I pound her little cunt like this? I give it to you so good , don’t I?” Minho grunted, landing his palm on your ass again. “Ye-yeah fuck! So good, so fucking big min!” You wailed, your knuckled white from how hard you were gripping the comforter.

Chan couldn’t even remember or process the small groan that left his mouth. But Minho did and instead of stopping, he only fucked into your harder. “Fuck! Fuck please please please! Min, I’m gonna cum!” You whined, feeling your legs shake and the knot in your stomach tighten. “I-I’m so sorry! I’ll go!” Chan managed to squeak out, but was still frozen in his spot. Shallowly thrusting into you, Minho Smirked. “Doesn’t seem like you’re going, hyung.” He scoffed, halting his hips. “Wh-why’d you stop?!” You whined, trying to fuck yourself back onto his cock, the knot of your orgasm loosening. Smacking your ass, Minho tangled a hand in your hair and pulled your head up. “Don;t be fucking rude, slut. Say hi,” He barked, as you whined, your eyes locking with Chan’s. Slowly, Minho rocked his hips back into yours, hand still entangled in your hair. “Hnnng…fuck oh my god….Hi Chan.” “Hi…..” He coughed out, feeling his dick twitch in his boxers. Minho groaned and snapped his hips into yours, balls colliding with your clit and your eyes rolled back. “Such a tight pussy, fuck me,” Minho whispered before looking up at his hyung.

“Well….Chan hyung, coming or going?”

Fuck..

Before he could even process it , Chan was stripping himself to his boxers and climbing onto your bed. By this point, Minho had let go of your hair and was grabbing your hips as he plowed into you. “My my my, what a dirty whore? Is Minho making you feel good?” Chan teased, one hand pulling you up by your hair and the other prying your mouth open to spit in it. “Such a good little cockslut, yeah? Love when he fucks you like that,” He laughed, watching as your face twisted up in please and you nodded. “Mhm, feels so good, so fucking big, Channie. He stretched me so good.’ You whined, feeling one of Chan’s hands slide down the expanse of your back , to land a firm smack on your ass.

“Hope you can take more, baby doll.”

Then, Chan was sliding his boxers down. His cock slapping against his abdomen. His cock was beautiful- long, girthy, a vein running up the shaft to his red leaking tip and all topped off with neatly trimmed hair at the base.

Fuck…..he was huge

Chuckling, Chan noticed how your eyes widened and your jaw dropped. “You’re so big Channie,” You whispered, whimpering as Minho continued rutting into you. “Yeah? You like my cock, baby?” Chan smiled, and took his base in his hands, running the head across your lips. “Gonna be a good whore and suck him off, baby?” Minho smirked, seeing Chan pressing his cockhead into your mouth, your lips stretching around his girth. “Fuuuuck. Just like that, baby.” Chan hissed, sucking a breath in watching as you bobbed your head up and down his dick. “You can do fucking better than that, whore.” Minho sneered, grabbing your hair and forcing your head up and down Chan’s cock, as he plowed into you. “Shittttt, she’s so good at this, Minho.” Chan panted, his eyes clenched shut and head thrown back. “ I know, wait til you get in her cunt, though.” He chuckled, as you gagged on Chan’s dick, spit falling from your mouth.

It was filthy. But, they weren’t done yet.

Pulling out of your cunt, Minho smacked your ass and pressed a kiss to your shoulder. “How about you let him fuck that sweet pussy, huh, my little whore. Want his big dick in your pathetic cunt?” He whispered into your ear as you nodded, eyes watering. “Fuck, how do you want her , hyung?” Minho asked, as he pushed two of his fingers into your hole.

You were beyond wet, you were drenched

“Fuck, on her back, legs up, by her chest. Wanna see her pretty pussy.”

That was all it took, before Minho manhandled you, laying you on your back and holding your legs up. Quickly rubbing the pads of his index and middle finger over your clit, Minho smiled. “Such a pretty little hole. Takes cum so well, so fucking wet too,” He cooed, before turning your head and pressing his cockhead into your mouth. “Hnnnggggggg, fuck,” you moaned around Minho’s cock as he continued his ministations on your clit and Chan climbed between your legs. “Fuck, look how wet you are, begging to be filled with cum huh, our little cumslut. “ He seethed, sucking in a breath and aligning his cockhead with your entrance. Sliding his head over you clit, he sucked his bottom lip between his lip.

Then, he was pushing in, his girth stretching you so deliciously. “Fuck ,such a tight pussy, sucks cock in so good. Could stay in here forever,” He whispered, pulling back slightly before pushing in again. Your toes curled, eyes rolled back and you slipped Minho’s cock out of your mouth so you could moan .”Fuck! SO big! Channie Channie, fuck!” You cried, as Minho climbed behind you, one hand holding your leg up and the other rubbing your clit still. He leaned down in your ear to whisper, “Yeah? Is hyung fucking your whore pussy so good? You gonna cum around his cock? Gonna cream him, like the slut you are?”

You were going to do More than just cum though

Throwing your head back against Minho’s chest, you whined, grabbing his wrist. “Yes! Yes, Min! I’m gonna cum! Please let me cum. Please Minnie and Chan, please make me cum.” You cried, as Chan snapped his hips harder into you, screwing his eyes shut. Looking down to where his cock slid in and out of your cunt, Chan saw a white creamy ring around the base of his cock. “Fucking hell, such a slutty pussy. Making a mess all over me.” He sneered, spitting down onto your clit. Your legs were shaking, the muscles aching and you wanted to cum, BAD.

Minho, cupped his hand under your jaw and pulled your head up to look at him . “ My poor little whore, is so needy. Wants to be filled with cum, look at you, shaking like a leaf.” It was true, you were shaking. Nodding your head, you saw Minho grab your pink vibrator out of your nightstand and flick it on. “Want to cum so badly, huh, whore.” He glowered, teasingly running the vibrator over your mound before pressing it to your clit,meanly. “C’mon, soak his fucking cock, so I can give you my cum. I know you want it, want me to fucking fill that cunt with my cum.” All you could do was whine, eyes squeezed shut as you cried. “Yes! Yes, fuck please! I wanna cum, need to cum! PLease, fuck! Pleasepleaseplease let me.” You cried, your legs trying to snap shut from the sheer amount of pleasure. But, Chan and Minho were having none of it. Holding your legs open, Chan landed a smack against your tits. “Keep those fucking legs open, slut. Take what we fucking give you, like the good little whore you are.” He commanded, hips plowing into you at an animalistic rate. They both chuckled, voices laced with a delicious venom, as they took in your fucked out state.

“Poor baby is so fucked out, wants to cum so bad. Clenching around my fucking cock so good.”

“C’mon, soak his cock, baby. Then, he can fill that whore cunt with his cum and I’ll give you mine.”

That was all it took, your vision went white and you squirted hard. “Hnnnnng! Fuuuuuck me! Oh my god ohmygod ! Yes yes yes!” You cried, your release thoroughly soaking Chan’s dick and lower abdomen. “Yeeeea, just like that. Make a mess on me. Suck a good whore– fuck me! Fuuuuuck, I’m cumming. Take my fucking cum in your cunt.”Chan had growled, pistoning his hips into you primally, before he stopped. Rope after rope after rope of his warm cum painting your walls. “Fuuuuck, so good, baby.” he smiled, completely fucked out and spent before he collapsed onto the bed.

But… Minho didn’t cum yet.

Sliding out from where he sat under you, Minho smiled and leaned down pressing a kiss to your lips, throwing the vibrator to the side. “Hi, kitten.” He smiled, as your glossy eyes stared back at him, your hands coming to curl around his neck. “Hi, baby.” You preened, pulling him into another kiss. “You did so good, baby. Took it so well. Think you have one more for me,hm?” He smiled, bunny teeth showing, as he lined his cockhead up with your hole. Nodding your head, you bit your lip. “Yeah, ‘course I do.Want your cum so bad, min.” You whined, feeling his tip breaching your hole, as he bottomed out in one motion. “Hnnnnng, min! Fuck!” You whined against his lips as he swiftly pulled his hips back, fucking into you with harsh deep thrusts. “yeah?Feel good, my pretty slut?” He cooed, sucking bruises into your neck.

Too overwhelmed by Minho’s cock bullying into you, you didn’t notice Chan slide over. That was, until you felt plush lips on the underside of your jaw and two of his fingers reach to pinch your nipples. “Does he feel good. You going to soak MInho’s cock too, like a good slut?” He whispered into your ear, hotly licking the shell. Nodding your head, you felt your orgasm bubbling up, again. “H-huuuuh!yes! SO close! Please let me cum!” You cried, arch backing off the bed. Minho and Chan locked eyes, nodding before Chan rubbed your clit faster and Minho thrusted harder.

“Cum” they said in unison.

And man……you squirted, Chan’s hand was soaked, Minho’s cock and abdomen were soaked.

“Fuck, look at you, such a good girl. Soaking us like that. You want Minho’s cum, baby?” Chan growled in your ear as you whined and panted, completely spent. “Gonna give you my cum baby, okay?” Minho called, running a hand over your cheek, Then bam his orgasm hit him like a truck. Minho’s hips faltered, before completely stopping, as he spilled his load into you.

Again, rope after rope after rope of warm white cum filled your cunt, painting your walls white, until it started to drip out of you. “Fuuuuuck, so good, jagiya. Take me so good.” Minho panted, as he collapsed on top of you, also completely spent. “You always take my cum so good,fuck.” He whispered into your neck, sweat dripping from his bangs as he peppered your neck with kisses.

Recollecting his breath, Chan redressed himself and climbed out of your bed. Before closing the door, he turned to where you and Minho were still laying, his cock still in you.

“So……..same time next week?”

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