#chan x fem reader

[writingforstraykids]

THIS CHAN?? I WENT FERAL???!????

anyways 🤭 imagine you taking chan and him forcing you to look into the mirror behind the bed as he absolutely destroys your sweet little cunt😼

Ohh believe me, that pic made my thoughts run wild already so thank you!! Your request hasn't left my mind all morning so yeah...this happened real quick😂🖤

Right here with you, always

Pairing: Chan x femReader

Word Count: 1915

Warnings/Tags: fluff, smut, p in v, unprotected sex

A/N: Hope you like it, love🖤

do not repost, translate, or plagiarize my works in any way here or on other platforms. ©writingforstraykids 2024-

male!version here

The cobblestone streets of Milan seemed to sparkle under the golden hues of the early evening sun as you and Chan made your way through the city. Milan was pulsing with life, its vibrant energy matching the excitement in your heart. Chan had invited you to join him on this glamorous outing, blending the worlds of high fashion and intimate togetherness.

You watched him from the corner of your eye, admiration blooming inside you. He was dressed in a blue shirt that highlighted the warmth of his eyes and complemented his dark hair. Chan suggested dinner at a small, elegant restaurant known for its secluded ambiance and exquisite Italian cuisine. Over plates of creamy risotto and perfectly aged wine, you shared stories and dreams, his laughter blending harmoniously with the soft notes of a violin playing somewhere in the background.

As the sky deepened into a velvety blue, Chan took your hand, leading you out into the enchanting night. Milan at night was a different kind of beautiful; the lights of the city reflected in the gentle ripple of the canals, the air filled with the subtle aroma of blooming jasmine. Walking through this cityscape with Chan, you felt as if you were part of a living canvas, every step painting a stroke of memories in your shared story.

Eventually, the night led you to his hotel, a place of refined elegance. Inside, the world quieted down to just the two of you. Chan guided you to the sofa in his suite, a soft, inviting piece that seemed to echo the plush luxury of your surroundings. As you settled into the comfort of the sofa, he pulled you gently into his lap, a smile playing on his lips.

“You look so beautiful tonight,” you whispered, your hands tracing the lines of his muscular arms, feeling the strength that lay beneath his soft shirt. “This blue shirt… it’s perfect on you. It makes your eyes look like chocolate; deep and endlessly sweet.”

At first, Chan blushed, a shy smile curving his lips as his gaze flickered away. It wasn't often that he heard such open adoration, even from you, his partner. Yet, the honesty in your voice and the warmth in your eyes encouraged him to accept your compliments. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer, his own confidence growing with the realization of how much you needed him in this moment.

“I love seeing you like this,” he murmured, his voice a soft rumble against your ear. His hands were gentle but firm on your back, making every nerve in your body sing with a pleasant tension. The room around you seemed to fade, the sounds of Milan's nightlife a distant echo to the intimacy that unfolded between the two of you. “Love how pretty you look in that dress,” he told you, hands fondling up your thighs and below the skirt. “Love how your body always searches mine,” he confessed, biting back a soft groan as you pressed down against him.

His lips met yours in a fierce kiss, hand shooting up into your hair. You kissed back eagerly, grinding down against him with soft, needy sounds. Chan's grip on your hair tightens, his hips chasing yours with a low groan.

As the kiss deepened, your senses overwhelmed by the gentle yet insistent passion between you, the world outside seemed to vanish completely. Chan’s hands moved with a tenderness that contrasted and complemented the growing intensity of the moment. He was skilled, knowing exactly how to make you feel cherished and desired all at once.

Your panties met the floor as Chan lifted his hips, shuffling his pants down enough to free his aching dick. He made quick work of preparing you, stretching you out with his fingers and kissing down your neck hungrily. You sunk down on him soon, moaning out loudly as he stretched your fluttering walls just right.

Chan's hands found your hips, steadying you in his lap as he started thrusting into you. “Fuck,” he whispered needily. “You feel so good, baby girl,” he told you, setting a fast pace.

You matched his rhythm, your movements fueled by the shared desire that connected you. The heat of the moment intensified, your bodies moving in sync as you rode him, each thrust deepening the bond between you. Chan’s eyes were locked onto yours, the intensity in his gaze making you feel both powerful and utterly vulnerable at the same time.

“Chan, please,” you whispered, your voice breathy and filled with raw emotion. “Don’t stop.”

“I won’t,” he promised, his voice a mix of passion and reassurance. His grip on your hips tightened, his thrusts growing more urgent. “I’m right here with you, always, pretty girl.” You hid your face in his shoulder, embarrassed of the weak sounds he pulled from you with each thrust. Chan's hand sunk into your hair, pulling you back up. “I want you to look at yourself,” he said, nodding at the mirror wall right behind him. “Want you to see how pretty you are like this.”

“Channie,” you whined softly but did as he told you. “Fuck,” you whimpered as his pace fastened, making you bounce on him.

His grip on your hips was firm as he guided you up and down, his thrusts growing more insistent with each passing second. The sight of yourself in the mirror, bouncing on his lap, your dress hitched up around your waist, your face flushed with pleasure, was almost too much to bear. The raw intensity of the moment made you feel exposed yet profoundly connected to Chan.

"Do you see how beautiful you are?" he murmured, his voice a low, guttural whisper that sent shivers down your spine. "Do you see how perfect you are for me? Only for me?"

The combination of his words and the image in the mirror heightened your senses, your body responding to him with an urgency that bordered on desperation. Your hands clung to his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as you rode him harder, the rhythm of your movements becoming frantic.

"Yes, Chan," you gasped, your voice catching in your throat. "I'm yours."

Chan's eyes never left your face, his gaze filled with a mix of adoration and raw desire. "Good girl," he praised, his hands guiding your movements with a steady, unrelenting pace. "I want you to feel everything, baby girl. I want you to feel how much I need you."

His words pushed you closer to the edge, your body trembling with the intensity of your impending climax. "Chan, I'm so close," you moaned, your head falling back as the pleasure built to a crescendo.

Chan growled softly, reaching down between your bodies and playing with your clit. The touch sent shivers up your spine, making you arch into him with a loud, whimpery moan. “Such a good girl,” he moaned, thrusting into you harshly, feeling his own climax creeping up on him.

“Please, Chan~,” you almost sobbed, a little overwhelmed by all the pleasure coursing through your body. “Need to - please.”

"Let go for me," he urged, his voice thick with emotion. "Let go, pretty girl. I've got you."

With a final, powerful thrust, you shattered, your release washing over you in waves of pure ecstasy. Your cries of pleasure filled the room, mingling with Chan's own groans as he followed you over the edge, his body tensing beneath you as he found his release.

You collapsed against him, both of you breathless and spent, your bodies trembling from the intensity of the experience. Chan's arms wrapped around you, holding you close as you both came down from the high.

"You did so well," he murmured, pressing soft kisses to your hair. "So beautiful, so perfect."

You snuggled closer to him, feeling a deep sense of contentment and love. "Thank you, Chan," you whispered, your voice filled with gratitude. "For everything."

He smiled, his eyes softening with affection. "Always, baby girl. Always."

The world outside the hotel room was a distant memory, the night in Milan a backdrop to the profound connection you shared with Chan. As you lay in his arms, the city lights twinkling outside the window, you knew that no matter where life took you, moments like these would always bring you back to each other.

-

Later, after you had both cleaned up and settled into the luxurious bed, the quiet intimacy continued to envelop you. Chan's gentle touches and soft murmurs of affection filled the space between you, making even the simplest moments feel special.

"Do you remember our first trip together?" Chan asked, his voice a soft rumble in the darkness.

You smiled, recalling the memory fondly. "Of course I do. How could I forget? It was magical."

"It was," he agreed, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your arm. "But this... tonight... it's even better."

You turned to face him, your eyes meeting in the dim light. "Why do you say that?"

"Because we're here together," he replied simply, his voice filled with sincerity. "Because every moment with you is better than the last."

Your heart swelled with love for him, and you leaned in to kiss him softly. "I feel the same way," you whispered against his lips. "Every moment with you is a gift."

As you drifted off to sleep in his arms, you knew that no matter what challenges or adventures lay ahead, you and Chan would face them together, your love growing stronger with each passing day.

-

The next morning, the soft light of dawn filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the room. You woke up to the feeling of Chan’s fingers gently tracing patterns on your back, his touch a comforting presence.

“Good morning,” he murmured, his voice still husky with sleep.

“Good morning,” you replied, turning to face him. His eyes were warm and filled with love, and you couldn’t help but smile at the sight.

Chan leaned in, capturing your lips in a slow, tender kiss. “How did you sleep?” he asked when he pulled away.

“Perfectly,” you said, your heart swelling with happiness. “How about you?”

“Best sleep I’ve had in a long time,” he admitted, his smile widening. “Being with you always makes everything better.”

You snuggled closer to him, savoring the peaceful morning. “I feel the same way,” you confessed, feeling a deep sense of contentment.

As the morning progressed, you both took your time getting ready, enjoying the relaxed pace of the day. The streets of Milan called to you, promising new adventures and memories to be made. But no matter what the day held, you knew that the connection you shared with Chan would remain the most beautiful part of your journey together.

-

Walking through the bustling streets of Milan once more, hand in hand with Chan, you felt a profound sense of gratitude for the love and happiness you had found. The city seemed to sparkle with the promise of new experiences, each moment adding to the rich tapestry of your shared life.

Chan squeezed your hand gently, his eyes reflecting the same joy that filled your heart. “Ready for another day of adventures?” he asked, his voice filled with excitement.

“Absolutely,” you replied, smiling up at him. “As long as I’m with you, I’m ready for anything.”

And with that, you both stepped forward, ready to embrace whatever the day had in store, knowing that together, you could conquer the world.

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[jinnie-ret]

perfect blues

chan x fem!reader

genre: angst, fluff

content warnings: none

word count: 0.8k

summary: she's been letting too much get to her head, so chan, being the loving boyfriend he is, decides she needs a holiday

requested: @cheesemonky

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If only something, or someone, could take her far away from the current sole cause of her woes - the job she was tirelessly working overtime due to someone recently quitting the firm. It meant longer hours, and late nights weren't unusual in the Bahng household with Chan often coming home late from the studio. So it was odd, when your routines with your boyfriend started to swap around, with him coming home earlier than you.

The day dragged on into the night, and relief seeped through your veins the very minute your flat work shoes met the house mat of your apartment. Right there, to welcome you to your safe haven, was Chan, holding a bouquet of an array of different flowers; roses, tulips and lilies.

"Hi love," Chan smiled sadly at you. He had seen you put yourself through hell and back to help keep the company you worked at stable, and whilst he admired your determination, you were a workaholic as much as he was. That's why you were perfect for each other.

"Hiya love, what's with the flowers?" you go straight into his arms, your head relaxing against his chest.

"Hey, can't I buy flowers for the most beautiful girl in the world?" Chan wears a shit eating grin on his face.

"You're so cheesy!" you move out of his arms, smacking his chest as you carry the flowers into the kitchen, looking for a vase in a lower cupboard.

You wince as you crouch down, knees cracking yet you continue your search in the cupboard, only to surprised by the two hands that squeeze your hips.

"You love it though," Chan chuckled into your neck, increasing in volume when you gasped with a laugh of your own.

"Can't say I don't," you fondly strokes his cheek before pattering over to a different cupboard, abandoning the bouquet on the side as you reached up for a glass.

Chan studied your movements carefully. The way you yawned as you poured water into the glass, the slight winces when you stretched too far, he could see the tiredness and the sadness within you.

"You've been working so hard, love," he wrapped his arms around you from behind.

"Yeah. Well, you know... Someone resigned and so I've had to have their workload too and-"

Chan pondered when to reveal the surprise to you, something that could take the burden off your shoulders, even if it was just for a week.

"-it's just been really tiring I guess. But I have to do it," you sighed, putting down your empty glass as you spun around in his arms and looked at his blank expression, brows furrowed into a frown.

"You don't have to," he kissed you on the head by your hairline.

"Chan, you know I do," you whispered into his ear as he rocked you back and forth in his arms.

"I've got a surprise for you," he murmured quietly, changing the subject mildly.

"The flowers were enough, love, I-"

"Follow me," Chan's warmth pulled away from you yet it was still evident in the way he looked at you with so much love. He pulled you into your bedroom, where two bags and a suitcase were packed with a document on top.

"What is this?" you questioned curiously, eyes scanning diligently across the information on the paper before your hand rose to your mouth.

"Like it?" Chan fiddled with his bracelets, anticipating your reaction.

"Love, I... I can't. I'm meant to be in work next week. I'm sorry. This is a really nice surprise but I can't," you sighed, eyes filling with tears from pure emotion overwhelming you. It was such a sweet thing for him to do but you couldn't just take off without saying anything.

Good thing he had done so already.

"I've called your work, told them that you're stressed, and that you need a break. I can see it too, you know," Chan cradled your face his hands, thumbs wiping away at the tears that slowly pooled onto the apples of your cheeks.

"You're sad, tired... You need a break, a holiday. We both do. It's been a while since we've been able to go on one together. Everything is already sorted, ok, love? We can fly out tomorrow afternoon and breathe."

We can breathe. You can breathe.

You can actually have a moment to yourself to bask in the affection of the man you love the most.

"We can?" your voice cracked, hoping that this really was an opportunity for you to finally relax.

"We can," Chan hushed you soothingly.

"Wow, I really needed this," you grin in delight, sipping at a cocktail, lying down on a sun lounger at the beach.

Chan, lying on one directly next to yours, grabbed your hand and squeezed it gently, "Feeling better?"

"Better than I have done in a while. Thank you, love," you kissed his knuckles delicately, staring up into his warm eyes that told you everything you needed to hear. He always knew what you needed, and you, him.

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[pixie-felix]

O V U L A T I N G

1.7k | cracksmut | poly!ot8x ovulating!reader | part two

So this drabble has been coming up a lot in my notifications recently so I thought I'd try and write a proper fic for it :) unfortunately I kinda got carried away with the crack, so when it came to the Chan smut the tonal shift was pretty jarring. I got bored trying to make it work and then I got sick of looking at it, so I figured I'd stop stressing about it and just post it in two parts 💁‍♀️

Thank you @a-jazzy-bitch for reading through this and convincing me to keep in the notes I wrote when I was half asleep. summary: poly!ot8 x fem!reader lore with condoms galore. so much safe sex. Channie would be proud if he wasn't so pissed at Seungmin. explicit warnings under the cut (they're mostly silly).

explicit warnings: mentions of han’s freaky rodent libido, jeongin being a (literal) sneaky fucker, [redacted] bottoming for the maknae, felix x you x seungmin spitroast, flavoured condoms, ovulating makes you crazy horny.

Once upon a time, Chan would have been embarrassed about buying sixteen boxes of condoms at once. He’d tried to get away with just eight before: one for each member.

One box each seemed reasonable, right? 

But then Han’s freaky rodent libido had kicked in, and he’d gotten through his box so fast he started stealing condoms from the other guys. Chaos had ensued. Arguments about fairness, accusations of favouritism. Tempers had flared, fists had been raised. 

Moms had been mentioned. 

And the whole time you were a needy, horny little mess, whimpering and whining for someone to just shut up and fuck you. Begging like you’d been cock starved for fifty years.

Chan was almost proud of Jeongin, the way he used the argument to his advantage. Quietly sliding over to you and gently lifting you up so he could dress his cock with your cunt, while the others almost came to blows. The way he rolled his hips gently, murmuring no donut filth into your ear while you tried to stay quiet. 

You've always been bad at keeping quiet. Especially with Jeongin. Chan understands, he bottomed for the maknae once. He might not be Catholic, but there's no denying it: that cock was sculpted by God.

Thank fuck Jeongin decided not to be a priest. Dick that good should always be deep in someone's guts. 

It was actually the lack of sound that gave you two away. When Minho stopped to take a breath after a full two minutes of cussing out Jisung and he noticed you were no longer mewling for attention. 

A quick glance over to the bed revealed the reason– the way you were holding one of Jeongin’s hands over your mouth with both of yours. His other arm was wrapped around your waist to keep you still as he ground into you slowly.The seething jealousy stirring in Minho’s gut was quickly stifled by the big boba eyes you gave him, silently promising him a turn too. 

The ultimate hyung-but-one had always been a patient man, and was more than happy to watch until it’s his turn. Especially when the view was that good.

Han was less gracious when he saw what was happening. Cue the cries of betrayal, the whining, the pouting, the begging for his turn. Completely disregarding how it was him and his ridiculous libido AND lightspeed recovery rate that caused the whole kerfuffle in the first place. 

It was Seungmin who snapped, whacking his hyung over the head with a rolled up newspaper and telling him to wait his damn turn. 

Han shut up, pouting those cute quokka cheeks so hard he gave himself muscle cramps. Even then he would not stop. Not even when Felix started peppering his stupid sulky face with tons of teeny tiny kisses, trying to make him giggle and smile and generally cheer the fuck up.

But Hannie sulks as hard as he smiles, in the end being banished to his room and only let out for snacks and bathroom breaks, to stop him from ruining the mood. Not that you would’ve been able to notice, being caught up in a seven way tag team and all…

You did find him later, raiding the cupboards for snacks and hoarding all of the emergency heartbreak ice cream from the freezer– his heart was broken after all. 

On the plus side, he’d written two new songs in his exile– both with the kind of heart wrenching lyrics that’d make you think he’d gone through three divorces, eight jobs, and watched everyone he loved perish in an 18th century shipwreck. Possibly involving a kraken or two.

Two excellent songs, sure to stir the emotions of any Stay. Though the second one–the one about the cure for his heartbreak being your thighs around his head and his tongue deep in your cunt…

Yeah, that definitely wasn’t going on the album.

He gave you his best kicked puppy eyes when you cornered him in the kitchen, clutching his high calorie loot to his chest, holding it like it was his first born child.

Which he promptly dropped, nay, threw to the floor when you shyly asked if he’d come back to your apartment and keep you company for the night.

His face lit up like a goddamn Christmas tree, bidding a fond farewell to his junk food child as he scooped you up and princess-carried you to his room. Mumble-babbling something to the tune of yes yes 110% yes please yes yes I would love to come and spend the night at yours but I need to fuck you right now before I actually explode.

It wasn’t until the next morning that Chan realised Han had somehow stolen all of the condoms, including the emergency one he kept in his back pocket.

So, two boxes each it is. Plus one extra box, bought in secret and hidden at the back of Chan’s wardrobe. For emergencies. Right next to the extra emergency first aid kit, in case some overenthusiastic riding ends up with another painful penis incident…

Chan had been worried about the checkout girl taking too long, about one of the others taking his turn and having to wait another rotation before getting inside you. 

Rotation? Explanation:

You might be willing to jump on anyone’s dick in your estrogen-induced haze, but after the Great Condom Theft of 2024, Chan and Minho worked out a strict schedule: keeping your days full of dick appointments while making sure none of the members felt left out.

It worked, mostly. Until unexpected events. Like the checkout girl taking too. damn. long.

But when Chan finally walked back into the dorm (in a cool and dignified manner, he definitely didn’t sprint up the stairs because the elevator was taking too long) the scene awaiting him in the living room was not what he was expecting.

Because instead of Hyunjin having his turn, or even Han sneaking a quick one in… it’s still Seungmin fucking you.

He’d had you in a mating press on the floor when Chan left, (which Chan was 100% not jealous about because that’s definitely not his trademarked move), but now Seungmin's got you on the couch, pounding you from the back while you moan around Felix’s dick. 

You must’ve sucked the blond raw by now, but if the gentle way Felix’s cupping your head and smiling at you is anything to go by, the way he’s brushing the hair off your forehead so he can look you deep in the eyes even as your nails leave little red scratches over his thighs… yeah, he doesn’t seem to mind. Felix has always been into a little bit of pain anyway.

Han is jerking off to the side, because of course he is. 

And Seungmin's designated box of condoms lying on the floor next to the couch, empty. There had been two left when Chan left, and he was only gone for 30 minutes. Chan’s not sure if he’s impressed, relieved, or frustrated. Probably a healthy mix of all three. 

Damn these young ‘uns and their ridiculous recovery rates.

Seungmin doesn’t look up when Chan shuts the door behind him, too busy concentrating on not nutting until he’s fucked you through at lease one more orgasm. But you do. 

You moan something that might’ve been his name, the vibrations finally pushing Felix over the edge and into filling his pretty pink condom. Watermelon flavoured of course, Lixxie always buys you sweet flavours when he wants head. So considerate.

As Felix slips from your mouth, your face lights up into an almost-exhausted-but-radiant smile as you murmur “Channie~” in a tone that makes Chan’s heart melt to mush… and his dick as hard as a diamond.

Seungmin definitely heard that, and there’s no way he misses the way you reach for Chan, but he chooses to ignore it. 

“Minnie.” Chan warns the younger man, who doesn't even spare him a glance and just starts to pound you harder instead. Pressing your face down into the cushions a little more, getting you to arch your back so he can hit it just right, making you cry out in that special way that means you’re about to cum… 

And as he fucks you through it? That’s when Seungmin finally acknowledges Chan, smirking up at him through his sweat-slick bangs as he taunts his hyung:

“Wait your turn, old man.”

“Bad pup.” Chan growls, ready to rip him off you and silently regretting not taking up Minho on his offer to hide strategically placed spray bottles around the dorm for “when the dog needs to be trained.” 

Before Chan can go and grab a water bottle from the fridge, a quiet whimper interrupts his thoughts.

“Minnie… please. Need Channie.” Your voice is soft. Needy. Irresistible. You must be exhausted at this point, but you’re practically glowing, looking at Chan with that special soft smile you save just for him.

Seungmin groans in protest, fingers digging into your hips as he thrusts just a little harder before remembering consent is key and reluctantly pulling out. But his attitude melts instantly when you lean back and kiss him, your neck twisting enough for Chan to see the mosaic of love bites and hickeys adorning your skin. 

Someone completely forgot the no marking up rule. Or just straight up ignored it.

Chan makes a note to give Seungmin extra dance practice. Not as a punishment of course, that would be petty. The almost-maknae’s hip thrusts just need a little more work. They’re getting sloppy.

The way you whimper when Seungmin strokes your neck brings him back to reality, his eyes snapping open as he feels over the little bruises. He quickly kisses over each one, whispering something sweet in your ear and making you giggle. 

Then he shoots his hyung a grin that says “worth it” and makes himself scarce, taking Chan’s stress levels with him and leaving you lax and boneless on the couch. The way you giggle when he scoops you up makes his heart flutter, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead as he carries you to his bedroom.

While absolutely not against living room sex (sharing is caring after all, and it’s not like there’s room for embarrassment in a nine-way poly relationship) but right now Chan wants you all to himself.

He even takes the time to lock the door after kicking it shut, balancing your entire weight between his chest and one arm as he flips the handle.

No more interruptions.

part two

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[ivyyisbored22]

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞? 𝐍𝐨. 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒—𝘉𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘯 & 𝘏𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘫𝘪𝘯 𝘹 (𝘧𝘦𝘮) 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

A Stray Kids one shot (requested by @stephanieeeyang. Tysm!)

Synopsis: Why just one when you can have both? And both are just as down bad as you are for them. Alexa, play "Same damn time".

Warnings: SMUT 🔞 after some plot. Uni AU. A pinch of tension. Unprotected sex. Pure FLITH. 3some (first time writing this), double penetration, drunk confessions, mentions of alcohol , dirty talk, rough & gentle HyunChan, cursing, creampie, oral (f recieving), multiple orgasms, rounds, praises, degradation, aftercare, name calling, pet names.

Minors do not interact!!!

Note: Everytime I write something I always think to myself, "This can't get any filthier." I'm always fucking wrong LMFAO. Some things mentioned might seem unrealistic(?), but again, this is fiction. And the story was sent by this ask.

If this isn't your thing, you're more than welcome to skip it.

Reblogs, likes, comments and feedbacks are always appreciated.

ɪ'ᴠᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴏꜰ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ɪᴛ ᴀ ᴍɪʟʟɪᴏɴ ᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ʙᴜᴛ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴘᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴍɪꜱᴛᴀᴋᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴡʜᴇʀᴇ, ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ.

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The city buzzed under your feet, somewhere between excitement and the nightlife. The usual gang—the guys and you—walked together, heading to a late dinner after an afternoon of wandering through art galleries and overpriced thrift shops.

However, you stayed somewhere near the back, not because you didn’t want to walk with them, but because he was up front—Bang Chan, with his sun-warmed smile and easy laugh, chatting with the guys like he wasn’t unknowingly the reason you kept stealing glances.

The cold breeze brushed past your skin, making a few strands of hair fly over your face, you pulled your jacked tighter over you, releasing a slow breath through your nose but your eyes still wandering towards that one certain curly haired boy you just couldn't resist as much as you tried.

You’d liked him for a while now safe to say but quietly. Hopelessly.

"Walk with your brain elsewhere, you're for sure to crash into a pole."

You flinched hard at the sound of that deep, rich voice, as if someone poured a cold bucket of ice on you, jerking you away from your thoughts.

You turned to see Hyunjin casually walking along with you, his hands slipped into the pockets of his pants, that smug smirk tugging the corner of his lips.

"I was walking fine," you muttered, rolling your eyes at him, turning your focus back to the street, following the guys, glancing around at the nightlife.

"Hmm," Hyunjin hummed, his gaze still on you from the corners of his eyes but walking nonchalantly, his height itself a distraction.

Goodness as if one man hasn't already taken over your thoughts. But...it's not wrong to like two men at once right?

"Well, it's not like you're dating Chan anyway."

The voice in the back of your mind said, when another intervened, "What happened to loyalty?'

Shut up.

You muttered that louder than intended, making Hyunjin arch a brow at you.

"Sorry I—" you stuttered. Gosh girl you're an embarrassment aren't you?

The voices in your head just wouldn't shut up.

"These guys are just walking this far for no reason." Hyunjin said, looking straight at Jisung and Felix who were already arguing about the menu, then halted suddenly.

"Wanna take a shortcut with me?" He asked, cocking his head to a sketchy looking alley.

One look down the alley and it was clear, it was dimly lit, tucked between a department store and some old boutique hotel, and absolutely not where the rest of the group was headed.

You hesitated.

But Hyunjin just stood there, hands still in his pockets, watching you with a lazy, almost amused curiosity.

“C’mon,” he said, his voice low, the kind that vibrated through your spine instead of your ears. “It loops back to the main street. I’ve taken it before.”

You looked up the sidewalk. Chan was still walking ahead, shoulders bouncing lightly as he laughed at something Changbin said. He didn’t even look back.

You met Hyunjin's gaze and before your brain protested, you were walking into the dimly lit street with him.

He didn't say anything, the world behind you dimmed, swallowed by the narrow corridor and the gentle thud of your boots on the pavement. It was quiet here, save for the hum of a neon hotel sign and the distant honk of a taxi somewhere nearby.

You tucked your hands into your sleeves, feeling the warmth of Hyunjin’s presence just beside you. Neither of you spoke at first. Not until—

“Chris doesn’t know, does he?”

You turned toward him sharply, heart lurching. “Know what?”

Hyunjin chuckled, low and dry. “That you look at him like that.”

Your throat went dry. You opened your mouth to say something then closed it, opened it again before your teeth dug into your bottom lip.

All you had to do was deny it. Just say, "What are you talking about?", but your silence spoke louder than your words could have.

“It’s cute,” Hyunjin added, hands still casually stuffed in his pockets, eyes ahead like he hadn’t just read you like a book. “You think he hasn’t noticed, but trust me. We’re guys. We notice.”

"Hyunjin," you warned him, unsure what you were warning him against.

How can your heart long for two guys at once? It felt wrong but well Cupid's been feeling bored apparently so you're his victim this time.

Your pulse picked up. You didn’t like where this was going—until Hyunjin's earlier words hit—"Walk with your brain elsewhere, you're for sure to crash into a pole."

Then suddenly, a cart, metal, greasy and loud came rolling out of nowhere from a side garage. You didn’t even see it in time. One second you were walking calmly with your thoughts elsewhere with Hyunjin, the next you stumbled sideways, heart shooting into your throat as the cart clipped your boot.

You braced to fall—Oh god, oh god—

—but Hyunjin caught you.

His arms slipped around your waist just in time, holding you just inches from the cold pavement. You clutched at his chest for balance, your faces close— way too close.

You could feel his breath on your cheek, see the faint mole under his eye, watch the amusement in his eyes flicker into something deeper. His fingers didn’t move. His hold didn’t loosen.

"Thanks." You let out a laugh. Nervous. Short. He didn’t laugh.

“You okay?” he murmured, voice softer now, lower. You nodded, but your eyes hadn’t moved from his. Neither had his from yours.

His fingers brushed a strand of hair away from your face, the fingertips tracing a line on your jaw as the thumb touched your bottom lip.

You swallowed hard, unable to tear your gaze away from his sculptured features and those killing eyes that looked straight into your soul.

Hyunjin leaned in and your breath caught.

His hand slid to the small of your back, his forehead brushing yours—and your brain screamed Chan, no, yes, what are you doing—

You turned your head, just in time.

“Wait,” you breathed out. “You’re… aren’t you with Jiwoo or something?”

His lips barely halted. His brow twitched in mild irritation, like he’d been pulled from a trance. Then he huffed a laugh. “Jiwoo? God no. I don’t know why everyone thinks that.”

He pulled back, just slightly. His hands were still on you. You could still feel where he’d held you.

And suddenly, you weren’t thinking about Chan. You were thinking about Hyunjin’s lips and how close they were. How soft he looked. How sharp he felt.

Your hands pressed on his chest, you could have sworn you felt his heart thudding behind his ribcage. You licked your lips before they parted, as if you invited him yourself.

You kissed him.

It was warm. Deep. Pillow-soft with the kind of careful hunger that left you gasping for air. He tasted like cinnamon gum and the thrill of a bad idea.

And you broke it first.

“We can’t,” you whispered, wiping your lips. “We'll get caught.”

"No one is going to catch us baby," he said lowly before capturing your lips again this time, half harshly half gently, slipping his tongue past yours, angling your head to let himself get more access.

Your hands fisted his hoodie, not stopping him, pressing your body against him, not knowing the world was blurring around you and not knowing a pair of familiar eyes witnessed something you wish they didn't.

You could feel every line of him against you—his warmth, his breath, his hunger. But suddenly… you felt cold.

Like being watched. You pulled away. Hyunjin opened his eyes slowly, like he’d just woken from a dream. “Why’d you stop?” he whispered, still close enough for your noses to brush.

You glanced at the entrance of the alle, hoping to catch someone, but that feeling of being watched disappeared as quickly as it formed.

"We should go," you said, your voice quieter than you meant, barely audible over the faint city hum.

Hyunjin looked at you, his jaw slackening just a little as he took in the shift, the sudden cold behind your eyes. His gaze searched yours for something, maybe permission to keep going, maybe an explanation… but you were already turning away.

“Yeah,” he muttered, clearing his throat as he followed behind.

Eventually you made it to the restaurant, right on time before they all entered, almost nobody had noticed your brief disappearance.

You tried to play it cool and went close to Felix and Han, politely starting a conversation with them to get away, to distract your mind from two guys who had your brain lagging.

You didn’t look at Hyunjin, didn't dare to, but you felt him. The weight of his gaze. The silent question in it.

He took a seat two chairs down, next to Changbin, his jaw clenched and tongue pressed to the inside of his cheek as he dropped into the chair a little harder than necessary.

Then Chan, who was looking at you but wasn’t smiling. His brows weren’t furrowed in anger, either. No, his expression was calm. Too calm.

His gaze was steady and unreadable, but just behind his soft brown irises, there was something hollow.

Your gut feeling of being watched was right. He did see you. But your mind was way too fogged with the remnants of the kiss and chatter of the guys around you to ask how.

The conversation at the table rose and dipped around you like waves, but you were drowning in it, barely able to answer Han when he asked if you were going to share dessert later.

Hyunjin hadn’t said a word.

Chan hadn’t looked at you again.

So you sat there, between the two boys you couldn’t stop thinking about, pretending like your heart wasn’t wrecked over both of them in different, equally devastating ways.

~

The week after the dinner passed by in a blur, mostly because you distracted yourself with assignments, classes and the gym.

At the beginning it seemed fun that you shared a few classes with guys but now after the tension rising between you, Chan and Hyunjin at the restaurant that night, you cursed the universe for putting the three of you in the same class.

And for making your professor group you into working together for a project.

"I'll do my part and text you when I'm done," Hyunjin said, typing away on his phone, not bothering to look up at you or Chan, before he walked out of the classroom.

Your heart sank like someone had thrown it in the ocean tied to a stone.

You could hear the quiet shuffle of his bag, the creak of his chair, and the sound of your own breath as you avoided his eyes and stacked your notes with trembling fingers.

“I can drop you home,” he said after a beat. His voice was gentle, casual, too casual for how it curled under your skin and made your stomach flip.

You looked at Chan, feeling tired to protest so you gently nodded, smiling, walking along with him outside the class towards the parking lot.

The car ride was quiet. Rain drizzled lightly outside, streaking across the windshield as city lights blurred into soft golds and reds.

You sat stiffly in the passenger seat, fiddling with the strap of your bag, acutely aware of the space between you.

Chan had one hand on the wheel, the other drumming absentmindedly against his thigh, and his jaw was set like he was chewing back something.

You wondered if he was avoiding your eyes because he didn’t want you to see what they’d say. Or maybe, you were the one who wasn’t ready to listen.

You finally broke. “Are you alright?”

Chan didn’t answer right away. His eyes remained fixed on the road. Then he muttered, "I am."

Your heart sank deeper, so many emotions raging inside your body, you wanted to scream, to run away, to cry? You didn't know, it just felt overwhelming.

"Why are you being cold?" You asked gently, your voice almost blended with the sound of the quiet engine.

He didn’t answer at first.

The only sound in the car was the rhythmic swipe of the windshield wipers and the hum of the tires gliding along the wet asphalt.

His jaw flexed once. Twice. Then he exhaled, like he’d been holding something in for far too long.

“I’m not,” he said finally, but it was the kind of answer someone gave when they didn’t want to explain the storm behind it.

“Yes, you are,” you whispered. “You haven’t looked at me the same since—”

"I'm just tired, okay? That's it." His tone was sharp but it felt cruel, a sound you never heard from him and that sliced your heart into shreds.

You weren’t sure what hurt more—the sharpness of his voice, or the fact that he couldn’t even look at you when he said it.

"Oh," you said finally, your voice so small you weren’t sure if it was even audible over the low hum of the car.

Chan rubbed a hand over his face, breathing out slowly like he regretted the way it came out but didn’t know how to take it back. His eyes stayed forward, watching the rain trickle down the windshield in lazy streaks.

“I didn’t mean that,” he muttered, but it sounded forced.

"You don’t have to lie, you know," you said quietly, almost to the window instead of him. "If you’re mad at me, just be mad."

"I’m not mad." His grip tightened on the steering wheel.

You looked at him, at the way his lashes cast soft shadows over his cheek, the way his lips pressed into a flat, unreadable line.

You felt your heart drop. Like the air had left the car completely. Your fingernails bit into your palms as you stared down at your lap, fighting the sting in your eyes.

He finally reached your apartment. The car rolled to a slow stop in front of your building, headlights casting pale yellow light across the front step. You undid your seatbelt quietly, the soft click almost deafening in the silence between you.

You didn’t move to get out. Neither did he.Your hand hovered near the door handle, and then...paused. You looked at him again, giving him a small, broken smile and opened the door.

The cold night air rushed in. You stepped out.

"Thanks for the ride." You didn’t look back when you closed the door. Didn’t see the way Chan stared at the empty passenger seat long after you disappeared behind your building door.

He never told you he saw.

And maybe that was the part that would haunt you most.

~

"Yeah, he said the flight is..." The corridor was buzzing with the sound of students walking past each other, conversations and then morning rush filling the air.

You made it to uni looking like you had quite a night—swollen lips, puffy eyes, pink cheeks.

Have you been crying all night? Yes.

As you turned the corner into the open student lounge area, your steps faltered. There they were. Chan and Hyunjin.

Leaning casually against the vending machine counter, steaming takeout coffees in hand, mid-conversation like nothing was wrong.

Like your heart hadn’t been flipped, twisted, wrung out over and over for the past week.

Chan laughed softly at something Hyunjin said, his dimple flashing faintly as he sipped his coffee. Hyunjin, was in his usual oversized bomber, leaned back on his elbows, head tilted with that same relaxed charm he always carried.

Their eyes flicked up. Both pairs met yours.

You just stood there, half asleep, your hand clutching the strap of your bag, the hood and a few strands of hair covering your face.

"What happened to you?" Hyunjin asked, masking a playful teasing tone that felt distantly familiar. You arched an eyebrow at him then rolled your eyes, taking in a deep breath.

"Just spent the night finishing my part of the project. We can hand it in today."

You said, trying your best to hide the fact that you had been crying over two guys that drove you to insanity but they were here, sipping coffee like it was another normal day.

It was a normal day. Your hormones are well—when are the hormones ever kind right?

Hyunjin blinked at your response, the corners of his mouth twitching up in a lazy smirk. “Damn,” he said, drawing out the word as he took another sip of coffee.

“And here I was thinking you just decided to cry over us.” Your heart stopped, your breath catching in your throat you almost choked on it.

You huffed a dry laugh, brushing past it. “Sorry to disappoint.”

Chan didn’t say anything. Not at first. He was looking at the floor, his cup halfway to his lips, taking another sip.

Then he looked back at Hyunjin and said, "We should celebrate. We’re finally done with that damn thing."

Your brows lifted in surprise.

Hyunjin turned toward Chan, a brow arched, almost as if he was waiting for him to say more, but when he didn’t, Hyunjin grinned and shrugged. "Yeah. Our place tonight?"

You hesitated. For a second, no longer than a breath.

Your gut screamed: don’t do it.

Your heart whispered: go.

“Sure,” you said. “If there’s snacks.”

Chan gave a breath of a laugh. “I’ll get them.”

You hated how it made your chest flutter. You hated how effortlessly he could undo you.

"Come after seven," Hyunjin added, tapping his phone screen, already texting something you assumed was details or some silly group chat. "Don’t be late."

And just like that, the conversation moved on. They resumed their back-and-forth about professors, and why Minho had ghosted the group chat again.

But you… you stayed quiet. Your head was already spiraling. Because tonight, you were going to walk into their apartment, their space. After everything.

After the kiss.

After the silence.

***

The TV played some nameless reality show, the table spread out with Chinese takeout and Soju.

Thank god tomorrow is a Saturday.

You had finished your share of noodles, accompanied with a few dumplings and a pudding, and now your mind was all groggy after a few sips of alcohol.

Your alcohol tolerance was quite low, so even just a few shots of soju was enough to have you tipsy.

The half cold, half bitter liquid ran down your throat as you chugged it down mixed with coke, your chest heaving in a loud breath.

Chan glanced at you then at Hyunjin who was watching you concerned. Chan leaned forward, taking the glass away from you and pushing the alcohol bottles back.

"That's enough," he said, his voice almost like it was floating past your head. "You've drank a lot."

You tried to open your eyes to look at him, but they struggled and you smiled lazily, blinking slowly.

"I only had one si—sip," you hiccuped, sounding like you weren't tipsy but actually drunk.

Hyunjin moved first. He rose from his spot beside the coffee table, his long fingers curling gently around your wrist as he crouched beside you. His touch was careful, almost hesitant—like you were fragile, and one wrong move would shatter you completely.

“Here,” he said quietly, holding a glass of water out to you. You blinked at him again, unfocused and soft, but your fingers reached for the glass. Your hand barely wrapped around it before he helped you lift it to your lips.

The water felt cool, grounding, but it did nothing to stop the heat prickling beneath your skin. The one brought on not by the soju, but by them.

Hyunjin's eyes didn’t leave your face as you took a few sips. Neither did Chan’s. You could feel his stare, burning into your side like a silent question.

“Good girl,” Hyunjin muttered under his breath, almost as if he didn’t mean to say it out loud.

The words slid over you like silk.

“Thaaank youuu,” you whispered with a lopsided smile, letting out a small breath as Hyunjin set the glass down.

Your head leaned slightly toward him like your body was betraying the secret you had shoved deep down all week.

His hand came up to steady you, fingers brushing your jaw as your eyelids fluttered shut for a moment.

"Careful," Chan said, still watching, voice tight.

You turned your head slowly toward Chan, eyes hooded and lips parted, your voice a whisper, not from nerves, but from truth.

"I want both of you."

The room went still.

The TV still played in the background, the sound of someone crying over burnt rice or a missed love confession. But here, in this dimly lit apartment, it was like time hit pause.

Hyunjin froze, his body supporting your lazy form, laying on the side of his chest.

Chan stared, his lips parted slightly, brows drawing together like he was trying to figure out if he heard you right or if it was just the alcohol talking.

But you didn’t stop talking.

"I want you both. At the same time," you repeated, slower this time, the words tasting like warmth and shame and something heavier, like relief.

"Hyunjin…" you turned toward him. "You kissed me like you meant it."

Then to Chan. "But you…Chan...God, you look at me like you already know how I fall apart."

Neither of them said a word. Just stared at each other then at you, your half limp body laid on Hyunjin.

"Sweetheart," Chan started softly, like he was talking to a child, "You've had too much, you need to rest."

"But I haven't!" You squeaked, lifting your body up and falling into Chan's arms who caught you with a blink of an eye, arms strong and steady.

"I tried not to ruin things. I tried to choose. But—but the truth is…I—I don’t want to."

Your face pressed to his chest, your fingers tangled in the soft fabric of his shirt, and his scent wrapped around you like a sigh.

Chan’s jaw tensed above you, but he didn’t say anything. His hand just rubbed slow, reassuring circles over your back.

Hyunjin looked at the two of you, his heart clenching with something so painfully close to possessiveness, but he kept his guard down, only focusing on your words that kept slipping out.

"I...I ruined us didn't I...?" You slurred, half sleepy, half drunk, turning to see Hyunjin through your hazy vision.

There was silence. Not the kind that hurts but the kind that listens.

"No baby," Hyunjin's hand cupped your cheek, his eyes were impossibly soft, "You didn't ruin anything." He whispered.

You leaned into Hyunjin's hand, your body sagging onto Chan's, taking a slow deep breath as your eyes fluttered close then opened.

"I want you both so...so...bad."

Chan exhaled slowly, his breath warming your temple. "You’re drunk, sweetheart," he murmured again, softer this time. "We’re not going to take advantage of that."

Your chest squeezed painfully at his words, because of course he was right. Of course he would be the one to stay grounded when your world was spinning.

You could feel Hyunjin watching, but you didn’t have the courage to meet his eyes again.

"But I need, hmmf," you tilted your head up, slightly enough to meet Chan's gaze.

"You...and..," you looked at Hyunjin, "...and you..."

Your finger lifted clumsily between them both, like a declaration with no rules, no permission asked. Hyunjin leaned forward slowly, as if every inch toward you cost him restraint.

His hand, still cupping your cheek, brushed his thumb gently beneath your eye. "You’re not thinking clearly right now, angel," he said, voice tender. “You don’t know what you’re asking.”

But you did.

"I do,” you murmured, softer now, eyes glistening, your lips barely moving. "I like how you," you gazed up at Chan again, "how you keep me so safe and make me feel loved and," you met Hyunjin's face, "how you want to kill anyone who gets or is too close to me..."

Chan looked at Hyunjin. Hyunjin looked at Chan.

It wasn’t a stare of rivalry, it was something heavier. Like they were silently measuring each other’s resolve. Respect. History. And the girl resting in Chan’s arms like she belonged there, yet aching for Hyunjin’s touch like she needed that too.

Chan sighed through his nose, his large hand soothing up and down your back. “You’re drunk, baby. You’re saying what your heart wants, but your body can’t keep up with it tonight.”

“I can,” you mumbled, but your limbs betrayed you, barely holding their shape anymore, going soft against him like putty.

Hyunjin chuckled at your stubbornness, brushing the hair away from your temple. "No, you can’t and that’s okay."

There was no sarcasm in his tone. No teasing.

Only care. Only longing.

And the bitter sweetness of holding back.

Chan shifted slightly beneath you, readjusting your weight so he could cradle you better. “You’re going to sleep in my bed tonight. We’ll be here when you wake up. Nothing more.”

“But—”

“No buts.” He pressed a kiss to the crown of your head. “We heard you. Every word.”

Hyunjin stood up, walking over to open the door to Chan's bedroom and Chan slowly stood up as well, carrying you in his arms and this time your body fully gave up.

Chan gently laid you on the mattress and Hyunjin pulled the sheets over you, turning on the AC, the both of them watching the rise and fall of your chest, the soft curve of your hand curled against the pillow, your lips parted like you’d fallen asleep mid-sentence.

They walked out of his bedroom, in dreadful silence, closing the door gently behind them.

"She meant it," Hyunjin said quietly, voice low.

"I know," Chan replied. "The moment I saw you kiss her."

Hyunjin stiffened slightly. "You think I didn’t know?" Chan gave a sad smile, shaking his head. "I knew already. And I didn’t stop it, either."

Hyunjin looked down. "Because you like her too."

"Yeah,” Chan breathed out, fingers curling into a gentle fist. "And I think… I think she loves us both."

There was a pause, heavy with things unsaid. Questions, boundaries, the slow realization that they were both walking the same tightrope.

"…So what do we do now?" Hyunjin finally asked. Chan turned to look at him, serious but soft. "We wait. Let her wake up sober. If she still wants this tomorrow—"

"We give her everything," Hyunjin finished.

Chan nodded once.

And they both meant it.

***

The sheets rustled as you turned, a strangely familiar scent invading your senses as you stirred awake.

Sunlight filtered through pale curtains, casting a soft glow across the unfamiliar space. The scent that lingered in the air was clean laundry, coffee...and them.

You blinked again.

Not your bedroom. The room was bigger, tidier, and a desk pushed up against the wall—books, headphones, hoodies strewn across them in patterns you’d come to recognise far too well. Your heart skipped.

Chan and Hyunjin’s apartment.

"I want both of you."

You sat up sharply, eyes widening.

Memories came crashing back like waves. The confession. The way Chan looked at you—serious, protective. The way Hyunjin touched your face like he was afraid you’d vanish if he blinked. And the heat that simmered between the three of you, ready to boil over.

The door creaked open.

Your head snapped in that direction and then promptly forgot how to function.

There stood Hyunjin in black shorts and tank top that clung just a little too well to his torso, tousled hair falling into his eyes. Behind him came Chan, also dressed in a tank top and shorts, coffee mugs in hand.

He looked warm. Effortlessly devastating.

Hyunjin smirked. “Morning, sleeping beauty.”

Chan chuckled behind him, his voice deep and smooth.

You swallowed hard, feeling a slight pulse in the back of your head. Hyunjin set a tray on the bedside table—toast, and a tiny bowl of strawberries and Chan set the mugs down beside the tray, looking at you.

"Why don't you freshen up?" Chan said softly, "Here," he walked over to his wardrobe and grabbed one of his oversized t-shirts.

Your fingers curled around the fabric Chan handed you—warm, soft, and smelling unmistakably like him. You blinked up at him, your heart caught somewhere between your throat and your stomach.

He wasn’t teasing. Neither of them were.

Hyunjin gave you a faint smile, softer than his usual smirks. “There's a toothbrush in the drawers. Take your time. We’ll be right here.”

You nodded slowly, hugging the tee to your chest as you padded into their bathroom. The moment the door shut, your chest heaved with a quiet breath.

Everything felt real now. No alcohol haze. No what-ifs. Just you—and the two men outside waiting like they’d already decided.

You rinsed your face with cool water, trying to calm the heat under your skin. But even that couldn’t dull the pulse steadily building between your legs. Not when their buff frames had your knees weak.

You slipped out of your clothes and bra, putting on the tee over your head. It fell easily over your frame, soft against your skin, the sleeves a bit too long, the length falling mid thigh.

You didn’t bother with pants. You didn’t want to. When you opened the door again and walked into the bedroom, both of them looked up from where they sat at each edge of the bed.

“I told you,” Hyunjin murmured, tilting his head toward Chan. “She makes it look better than you ever did.”

Chan let out a low hum of agreement, standing. He crossed to you in two easy steps.

“You okay?” Chan asked gently.

You nodded, your throat dry. “Just… feels surreal.”

“Still thinking about last night?” Hyunjin asked, but there was no teasing in his tone this time, just genuine curiosity.

You looked at him, then at Chan, both their eyes were on you. And for the first time, you didn’t feel guilty for wanting both. “I meant when I said it,” you said quietly. “I want you both. I still do.”

A grin painted Chan's face as he kneeled in front of you, his hands sliding slowly up your bare thighs under the tee, “If we do this,” he murmured, “you don’t get to hide from us after. Not emotionally. Not physically.”

“O—okay,” you whispered, your voice slightly shaking.

A shiver ran straight down your spine, your thighs instinctively pressing together, but Chan’s hands were already there, gently parting them again.

You gasped when his thumbs brushed the edge of your panties, feeling just how wet and warm you’d gotten already.

He stood up, placing his hand on the small of your back, guiding you back to the bed. The mattress dipped beneath your weights as you sat down, Hyunjin who was sitting in front of you leaned into your ear.

"That means when we fuck you,” he whispered, “we fuck you like you’re ours. Got it?"

You nodded, swallowing hard as you felt Hyunjin's face brush against your cheek.

“Lay back for us,” Chan said, standing and guiding you gently down onto the bed. “Let us take care of you.”

You laid back slowly, your heart thudding beneath your ribs, nerves dancing under your skin.

The moment your back hit the sheets, Hyunjin’s hands slid up the inside of your thighs with practiced ease, his gaze hooded, hungry—but beneath it, a glint of something warmer.

Chan hovered at your side, his fingertips brushing your cheek as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “Breathe, sweetheart,” he whispered, “we’re not going anywhere.”

Hyunjin pushed the tee up, revealing your pink lacy panties, a damp patch clinging onto your pussylips, the musky scent of your arousal driving up his senses.

“So soaked already,” he muttered, voice rough with approval.

He traced his long finger over the fabric, teasing your entrance, making you whimper, the muscles in your thighs tensing under his touch.

"Baby... look at me," Chan tilted your face, making you look into his eyes, his lips brushing over your cheeks, jawline, the corner of your eye before capturing them fully into his mouth.

You moaned softly into him, heat blooming through your stomach, your body exposed beneath their eyes.

Hyunjin's lips brushed over your hip bone, sucking a bruise into your skin, kissing every part of you he uncovered before focusing back on your clothed cunt.

He spread your legs with ease, sliding your panties to the side and pressed his mouth into your pussy, your gasp into Chan's mouth shattered the stillness.

He licked a slow, teasing stripe through your folds, groaning into you like he was starving. The grip on your thighs tightened, keeping you spread open for his mouth while his tongue moved with deliberate pressure.

Your hips bucked, pleasure shooting up your spine. Chan pulled back, leaving your lips swollen and slick from his kisses.

“Good girl,” he murmured, voice like silk and gravel. “So responsive. You like how Hyunjin tastes you, huh?”

You could only nod, breathless, moaning as Hyunjin flattened his tongue and sucked on your clit.

Chan's fingers traced your breasts, circling the buds over his tee till they peaked, making them strain against the fabric, your hips shifted for more friction from below.

"You taste so sweet baby," Hyunjin murmured against your sloppy, went cunt, his chin soaked with your arousal, thrusting his tongue right into making you arch.

"That's it... Let him ruin you baby," Chan praised you, his mouth wrapping around your erect nipple while his free hand pinch and played with the other; God, this felt so good.

Too good.

Both Chan's and Hyunjin's cocks were fighting for freedom behind their shorts, the bulging and the throbbing of it now impossible to ignore.

"I— I need," you cried, your voice cutting short when Hyunjin's fingers slipped in with ease from how wet you were, curling them just right as he hit that spot making your eyes roll to the back of your skull.

Your thighs trembled violently now, muscles twitching under Hyunjin’s grip as he drove his fingers in deeper, tongue working relentlessly over your clit in tight, rhythmic circles.

"Fuck—Hyun," you whimpered, legs instinctively trying to close, but his hands pinned you wide open.

"Stay still, sweetheart," Chan cooed, voice syrup-slick as he leaned in again, capturing your lips, swallowing your moans like he was starving for them. “Let him make you come. You’re almost there, aren’t you?”

You nodded, helplessly grinding down against Hyunjin’s face, chasing the climax that was building like a storm under your skin.

Hyunjin growled low against you, the vibration making you cry out as he licked into you harder, deeper, matching the pace of his fingers.

“She’s dripping,” he mumbled, tongue curling along your folds, "You’re fucking perfect like this."

One of your hands fisted the sheets while the other clung onto Chan's bicep, his fingers now continuing to play with your nipples, after leaving his bruising trail of hickeys, marking himself on your chest.

Chan's hand moved from your breast to stroke your jaw, tilting your face so your teary eyes met his. “That’s it. You’re doing so good for us, baby,” he whispered. “Let go. Give it to him.”

And you did.

The orgasm hit so hard, it shattered you. Your mouth dropped open in a silent scream, back arching clean off the bed, thighs locking around Hyunjin’s head as he kept licking you through it, drawing out every trembling second.

Your body convulsed, hot fat tears sliding down the corners of your eyes as the waves rolled and rolled. Chan held you through it, petting your hair, grounding you, whispering praises you could barely hear over the blood rushing in your ears.

You shook so hard that when Hyunjin pulled back from your pussy, he whimpered at the loss of legging it go, but had to give you time to recover from how much you came.

When your body went slack, Hyunjin leaned up, his eyes wild, meeting Chan’s gaze across your body.

“She’s ready now,” he said, voice rough, pupils blown. Chan’s gaze dropped to you, checking for something—any hesitation—but all he saw was the blissed-out desperation still lingering on your face, your lips parted, chest heaving, legs trembling.

The gentle restraint on Chan's face snapped when his eyes met Hyunjin's with a devilish smirk, he leaned down to press a soft kiss on your forehead before whispering, "This is going to be hard. Fast. Soul crushing and we are going to ruin you."

Your eyes were glassy, every nerve ending in your body on fire as you squealed at Chan's growl. "Tell us or tap on us if it's too much and we will stop, but you better take everything we give you like the good little slut you are."

And that was the last of the gentleness you saw of Chan before he nodded at Hyunjin, removing his tee off of you and flipped you onto your stomach.

The both of them got off the bed, the syncing sound of the clinks of their belts echoing together as they shredded their pants, revealing their now impossibly hard cocks, heavy against their abs, thick and leaking beady drops of pre cum.

You took one look at their sizes and you knew you wouldn't make it out with the ability to walk after today.

You're definitely taking a sick leave for the week.

Hyunjin's hand cupped your face, carnal urges taking over his brain to just fuck you senseless already and Chan moved to the other side, ripping your panties and squeezing the flesh of your ass before giving it a sharp slap! making you gasp.

"Get on your hands and knees," he growled his command, and you did, slowly getting up with your face still in Hyunjin's grasp.

Hyunjin traced his thumb over your bottom lip, pushing it into your mouth, his other hand fisting his leaking cock, so long and proud, the tip flushing red and a long vein running underneath, you swallowed hard as you registered the position you were in.

"Suck," you already were before the world left his mouth, greedily sucking on his thumb, your cheeks flushed hot.

Chan lined himself between your legs, his thumb smearing your wetness before tracing the thick head of his cock against your entrance making you inhale a sharp breath.

"Relax angel..." Chan's voice dropped an octave, "just relax." He muttered, holding your hips as he pushed the thick length of his cock past your tight walls.

"Open your mouth," Hyunjin growled, pulling his thumb out. Your mouth fell open and he pushed his cock in, the warmth wrapping around his shaft until your nose pressed against the faint trail of hair.

"Holy fuck—" Chan gritted through his teeth. "She's fucking tight," he pushed all the way in, his cock sitting snug inside you and letting your gummy walls adjust to him, he felt like he could come the very second.

"What a slut, look at her." Hyunjin's voice was strained as he held your jaw, beginning to fuck his cock into your mouth while Chan pulled back enough to let the tip tease your entrance once more before slamming back in.

Tears leaked from your eyes, drooling dribbling down from the corners of your mouth and your juices coating Chan's cock, you were getting fucked from the front and back by the two men who showed zero signs of mercy in bed.

You were choking on Hyunjin's length and clenched around Chan, both of them groaning loudly, Chan's fingers holding your waist so tight, his fingers left marks on your skin.

Chan gave one hard thrust into you, pushing you forward, Hyunjin's cock touched the back of your throat, making you gag, his head fell back as he held onto the headboard to brace himself.

"Shit, be gentle with her Chris what the fuck?"

Hyunjin grittted, his chest rising and falling, sweating clinging onto his skin and Chan's hand dipping down your stomach to circle your clit in rough strokes making you shut your eyes and clench him hard.

"She loves it Hyunjin. Look at her, taking two cocks like the needy little slut she is."

You whimpered at his filthy words, no room to breath, hair tangled, skin sweaty and eyes teared up, you were turned on and ruined beyond belief.

Your breasts bounced with each thrust, hands fisting the sheets, moans were muffled while getting fucked and choked and their loud groans of pleasure filling the air.

"I might come right now, fuck," Hyunjin panted before pulling his cock out of your mouth, letting you breath, long sticky strings of spit clinging from his length onto your lips.

Oxygen rushed into your lungs but was cut short when another brutal thrust hit you from behind, the tip of Chan's cock touching your cervix ripping a loud cry out of your throat.

"Can't take it sweetheart? Hmm? Should we stop?" Chan cooed, so mean and ruthless, you were too fucked out to make up words so you shook your head.

"That's what I thought."

Hyunjin slipped himself back into your mouth holding your jaw, the tangling the strands of your hair, your tongue traced every ridge and vein of his silky velvet shaft as he rolled his hips forward, making you take it all.

"That's it, sweet angel letting me fuck her pretty mouth like it's mine."

"Mine?" Chan hissed, rubbing your clit in rough circles and slapping your ass again, the stinging pain mixing with pleasure before he growled, "No. She's OURS."

Chan kept thrusting into you, deeper and deeper, brushing that sweet squishy spot in you repeatedly.

Molten lava dripped down his spine as thunder roared in Hyunjin's chest, both of them slamming into you one after another before Chan hit that sensitive spot making you shatter again, your walls squeezing him as you came flooding on his cock.

White warmth spilled down your throat while another load gathered inside your cunt, painting your walls, the two of them filling you up with their cum, using you like a fuck toy, their cocks twitching endlessly inside you.

"Swallow every drop," Hyunjin growled, pulling out of your mouth and you did, feeling the sweet saltiness of his hot load slide down your throat.

Chan pulled out slowly, watching his cum drip out of your wrecked hole, chest heaving and his curls clung onto his forehead.

You lost your balance and almost fell but Chan's hand slipped around your body and caught you. You were lost in worlds beyond pleasure— freshly fucked and completely ruined but by the smirk on Hyunjin's face said they weren't done by a long shot.

"Can you give us one more round sweetheart?" His thumb brushed so gently over your tear stained face, your eyes lashes were damp, your nose and cheeks were flushed.

"One more for us like a good girl?"

Your chest still heaved in heavy breaths, Hyunjin ran his hand through your hair, pushing them away from your face.

"Alright, we'll give you some time to breathe." He said, smiling as if he wasn't about to wreck you again in the next few minutes.

You weren't sure if you could take it anymore. But the way Chan felt inside you and Hyunjin felt down your throat, your lust filled, foggy brain wanted more.

After what was like five minutes, once your breathing was back at a good pace, Chan's eyes met yours again, soft but filled with a beast like hunger that was ready to devour anything that came in his way.

Hyunjin sat behind you, scooping your body, making you sit on his lap before he laid down, his head on the mattress bringing your back flush against his chest.

You felt the hardness of his cock against your ass, your pulse spiking up, anticipation running through every nerve ending as he angled you above him.

Chan hovered over the two of you, his gaze piercing into yours and running down your body, skin peppered with his hickeys and fingerprints, a smug grin tugging his lips.

"Ready for us, angel?"

"Yes," you whispered, and that was all it took.

Hyunjin's fingers found your sensitive, swollen clit, rubbing it in right circles as they dipped down to your entrance, parting your puffy folds before pushing his shaft into you in one deep stroke.

Inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed inside you, groaning between your neck and shoulder. You cried out from the stretch, the fullness, your walls fluttering as you clenched around him.

“Fuck—” Hyunjin hissed, “you are tight.”

Chan came up, his hands skimming your body, squeezing your breasts, mouth pressing to your neck. “Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he whispered hotly, “you’ll make room for me too.”

Your heart thundered in your chest as Hyunjin’s cock remained unmoving inside you.

Chan watched your face, eyes glazed and no rational thought in his mind. “You’re okay,” Chan murmured against your jaw, kissing it.

“Breathe through it, baby. We’ve got you.”

Hyunjin pressed up, chest pressing to your back as he lined himself up carefully. His lips brushed your ear. “Relax,” he whispered. “Let us in.”

You exhaled, your body trembling from anticipation and pleasure, and slowly, Chan began to push in.

The stretch burned—sharp, a slight sting at first, then full and overwhelming.

Hyunjin grunted beneath you, his hands gripping your waist tighter as Chan filled the remaining space, pushing in inch by inch until he was fully seated, your body now stuffed with both of them.

You could barely breathe. Could barely think anymore.

“You’re doing so fucking well,” Chan whispered. “Taking us like you were made for this.”

“Look at her,” Hyunjin murmured, his voice hoarse. “So full of dick.”

You let out a broken moan, tears springing to your eyes from the intense stretch, the fullness, the feeling of being theirs completely.

They went slow at first. Timed. When Chan pulled back, Hyunjin pushed in—and vice versa. It was a rhythm that had your body shaking, your hands fisting the sheets, your mouth open but speechless from how overpowering it felt.

You were drowning in ecstasy, buried under praise and thrusts and heat and hands.

"God, you’re perfect," Chan groaned, his voice fraying at the edges. "So fucking wet, feel how messy you are, baby?"

“She’s dripping down on me,” Hyunjin answered, filthy and sweet in the same breath. "She likes being fucked dumb by us."

"Is that right?” Chan said, slowing his pace just to grind deep, right into your sweet spot. "You want us to ruin you, pretty girl?"

Your nails dug into the sheets, then into Chan’s shoulders as you tried to hold onto something—anything—but your body wasn’t yours anymore.

It belonged to them. Your mind, your pleasure, your heartbeat, everything was tangled up in the two of them.

They moved in tandem, one pulling out slightly while the other pushed in deeper, never leaving you empty, never letting the pleasure dip for even a second. You cried out as another orgasm crested, sudden and rushing.

The sounds leaving your bodies were sick, obscene, a filthy symphony of flesh on flesh and breathless gasps that made the walls feel too thin for what was happening inside.

“Fuck—Chan—Hyun—” you sobbed, your thighs trembling.

"That's it baby, come for us. Soak these cocks."

Chan kissed you hard, swallowing the sound of your moans. Hyunjin groaned when you clenched around them both, his hand snaking around to rub tight circles against your clit.

“So fucking perfect when you come.”

Their pace picked up, faster, rougher, a perfect storm of pressure and heat and praise. The sound of skin against skin, moans, the slurred mess of your name on both their lips, it was everything.

And then the pressure snapped.

You came with a scream, your whole body convulsing, brain going mush, walls clenching so tightly around them both that they swore under their breaths, holding on through the waves of your orgasm.

Hyunjin was next, thrusting harder as he chased his own edge. "Gonna fill you up, baby. Gonna fucking—"

He came with a hiss, buried deep inside you, his grip tight around your hips as he stilled, twitching, his teeth dug into your shoulder from the intensity of how much he released.

Chan wasn’t far behind, pulling you closer, holding your face as he locked eyes with you while he gave one final, deep thrust and spilled thick spurts inside you with a low moan.

You were stuffed full with cock and cum, the white fluid basically leaking from the corners of your cunt, the substance overloaded up in you.

Chan's forehead dropped to yours, sweat-slick skin pressed against you as he panted against your mouth.

All of you trembled through the aftershocks, breathless and wrecked, but Chan quickly braced himself to not collapse on your limp body.

His cock slid out first, then Hyunjin. Chan got up on his knees watching your body utterly used and railed, the two of them pushing you beyond what you thought you could give, only to pull you back to reality and piece you back together.

Chan ran a hand through his sweat damp hair as he got off the bed, walking out of the room into the washroom to grab a warm cloth.

You remained motionless, breathing heavily on top of Hyunjin, who gently moved you to the mattress next to him, his fingers tracing softly over the bite mark he planted on your shoulder and over the hickeys Chan had left.

Chan returned, with a cloth in his hand, getting back on the bed, watching you carefully.

"Let me clean you baby," he said, gently parting your legs to wipe off the evidence he and Hyunjin had left in you.

Hyunjin got off the bed and put on his boxers, running into the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

You winced slightly at the first swipe of the cloth, your body so oversensitive, pussy swollen, raw and tender in every sense of the word. But Chan’s touch was gentle and reverent.

"Sorry," he murmured, brushing a hand over your thigh. "Almost done, sweetheart."

You didn’t say anything, your throat felt thick, your limbs heavy, but not in a bad way. Your heart was full and you felt like you were floating.

Chan finished and tossed the cloth into the laundry basket nearby, his eyes scanning your body like he was memorizing you in this quiet, wrecked state.

His hand cupped your cheek softly, thumb brushing the dampness under your eye you hadn’t realized was still there.

“You okay?” he asked, voice low. A whisper between the two of you.

"Yeah..." you nodded slowly. "But I think I'm going to be sore for like a week."

Chan chuckled as Hyunjin returned, kneeling beside the bed with a glass of water. His brows softened as he saw you trying to sit up.

“Hey, no,” he said softly, helping you rest against the pillows instead. “Drink first.”

He held the glass to your lips, and you took small sips, feeling the cool water calm your dry throat after that much screaming.

You looked between them, voice quiet. "Are you both okay?"

Hyunjin gave a soft laugh, a little out of breath still. "I think you broke me, but in a good way.'

Chan reached forward to brush a small peck on your lips. “We’re okay, baby. Just making sure that you are.”

The two of them climbed back on the bed, one on either side of you, sandwiching you between their strong chests.

"Gonna spend the day with us today?" Hyunjin asked teasingly, his voice smooth as he pressed his lips on your temple.

"I don't feel like leaving you both," you mumbled sleepily, and they both chuckled.

“Good,” Chan said, rubbing slow circles on your thigh. “You’re not going anywhere from us.”

You exhaled a slow breath, melting into them completely. You were held between the two boys who had unknowingly tangled their way into your heart, body sore, lips kiss-swollen, a soft ache between your legs, but still you smiled wide.

Because you didn’t feel wrong anymore.

You felt wanted.

You felt theirs.

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Raw, Next Question-

₊˚⊹ᰔ Pairing; bf!hyung line x fem!reader

₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ Summary; fake texts where you attempt to do a trend after looking at sexy photos of your bf

₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ Warnings; cursing, talk of sex, it’s kinda nsfw?, hyunjin our paboracha leader, Minho is a menace- enjoy hehe

maknae line

Bangchan;

Leeknow;

Changbin;

Hyunjin;

[stlllle]

I hate when I go read a fanfic and it feels like I’ve already read every single version of that story. Nothing ever feels new anymore, it’s so frustrating 😔

[nitadllyss]

Waking Up Next to Your Boyfriend

-Hyung Line x Reader -

Maknae line here

Genre: Fluff, Headcanon (too sweet)

Warnings: None

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Bangchan:

• He has trouble sleeping, so when he finally does, he’s completely out. A sleepy koala .

• He’s always the big spoon.

• He unconsciously throws a leg over you and pulls you close with his arm whenever you move.

• When you check the time, you turn off anything that might make noise and go back to sleep, hoping he takes his time waking up so he can rest.

• Considering you woke up with Chan's fluffy hair and his pajama is basically no pajama, it's totally understandable that you didn't want it to end.

• When he finally opens his eyes and sees the time, he flinches a little. It’s late (well, actually, it’s early, but Mr. Workaholic doesn’t see it that way).

• But when he sees you, his heart skips a beat. You look so comfortable next to him.

• He doesn’t resist (not that he even tries) and showers your neck and jaw with kisses, whispering a deep, raspy "Good morning."

• You’re so asleep you barely understand what he’s saying. It’s honestly way too early for your brain to function properly.

• You manage to kiss his cheek just as he’s getting up to leave for work :(( .

• You know he’ll make it up to you with all the cuddles when he comes back.

• In the meantime, you bury your nose in the spot he left on the bed, inhaling that Chan scent.

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Lee Know:

• At this point, the bed feels way too small.

• Minho is lying down, and you’re lying on top of him, your head resting on his chest. His arms wrap around your back and waist, his chin resting on your head. You’re practically fused together.

• Soongie is curled up on your back, purring contentedly.

• Doongie is sprawled out at Minho’s feet, belly up, deep asleep.

• Meanwhile, Dori is wide awake, tail flicking as he plots his next move. Suddenly, he pounces—straight onto your head—trying to catch Minho’s nose, waking both of you up in shock.

• You laugh in confusion while Minho just lazily drapes an arm over Dori, trying to keep him still, then drifts back to sleep.

• When you finally grab your phone to check the time, you’re surprised by how late it is and try to get up. But before you can leave the bed, Minho grabs your arm and pulls you back in.

"Just a little longer," he mumbles without even opening his eyes.

"Babe, I have to make breakfast," you say, completely mesmerized by how soft and relaxed his profile looks.

"If you stay five more minutes, I’ll help you make it," he says with a lazy smile. He knows he’s won—who would say no to a breakfast made by him?

• Those five minutes turn into a sleepy make-out session. You kiss his nose, jaw, forehead, chin, cheeks, the corners of his lips—before finally pressing small kisses on his lips.

• When his children (the cats) start getting fussy because they also want breakfast, you both have no choice but to get up.

• In the end, he ends up making the whole breakfast while you feed the cats.

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Changbin:

• He’s a soft, fluffy ball of curls—the cutest and coziest thing you’ll ever see.

• He’s asleep on your chest, his hand resting against your ribs, securing his spot.

• He won’t say it, but he loves sleeping like this because the sound of your heartbeat soothes him. It’s his favorite lullaby.

• Your hand never stops running through his hair. If you stop, he’ll probably let out a grumpy little growl in protest.

• When it’s time to wake up, he clings to you even tighter, mumbling in a pouty tone, "Just a little longer..."

• He doesn’t give you a choice. Every time you try to move, he buries his face deeper into your chest and tightens his grip around your side.

• After a while, your hand drifts down to his face, replacing the hair-stroking with soft caresses on his cheeks. You’re definitely trying to get something.

• "Binnie, baby . We have to get up for breakfast," you whisper sweetly.

• He lets out another grumpy groan, and just as he’s about to complain, his stomach growls in sync.

• Maybe breakfast doesn’t sound like such a bad idea after all...

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Hyunjin:

• He’s a mess.

• He’s completely sprawled out—one arm stretched above his head, the other tangled in your hair. His wrist is probably numb by now.

• One knee is bent in one direction, the other leg is draped over yours.

• He sleeps with his mouth slightly open and changes position every ten minutes.

• First, he turns and clings to you like a koala. Then he buries his face in your neck. Then he rolls over and gives you his back. But he misses you, so he wraps himself around you again.

• He’s a beautiful disaster.

• When he cracks one eye open to check the time, he realizes it’s late but just shuts his phone off and decides to go back to sleep. (He’s not lazy, he’s just way too comfortable.)

• Before drifting off again, he stares at you, completely captivated—memorizing every detail, every little movement you make in your sleep. He’s definitely going to draw you later.

• But his intense gaze wakes you up.

• His eyes widen, and he immediately whines, "No, no, no. Go back to sleep. We’re still sleeping."

• Like a spoiled kid, he pouts, pushing his bottom lip out. When you insist it’s late, he sulks even more.

"You just want to go to work because you don’t want to stay with me. You’re heartless."

• In the end, the drama queen makes an appearance, as always.

• Somehow, you manage to wiggle out of his hold.

• When you return with his iced coffee and he sees you getting ready for your shower, reality finally hits him.

• Grumpily, he drags himself out of bed, accepting that responsibilities exist.

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This is my first Headcanon! I hope I did it right.💗

English is not my first language, so let me know if you spot any mistakes 🙏🏻.

[c4shm0neyxxx]

“This Is Me Confessing (For the Fifth Time)”

Bangchan x fem!reader

Context:Reader has a big, not-so-secret crush on Chan, but has no idea he’s been trying (and failing) to confess to her for months. Add oblivious chaos, mutual pining, and soft romantic tension. 💌✨

⸻

You were a walking crush.

At least, according to the rest of Stray Kids.

The way you lit up whenever Bang Chan entered a room, the way you laughed too hard at his dad jokes, and the way you stuttered like a broken mp3 file when he got too close.

You’d been friends with the group for over a year now — Chan introduced you as a mutual from Australia. At some point you became their honorary group chat gremlin, ramen night planner, and occasional heart-thief. Especially for Chan.

Too bad you were convinced he’d never like you back.

You were just the “friend with the cute outfits and loud laugh,” right?

Wrong.

You were so wrong it hurt.

⸻

“Hyung, are you actually trying to confess again today?” Felix asked, plopping down beside Chan on the couch.

Chan groaned into his hoodie. “I’ve tried, like, four times. She doesn’t notice. Ever.”

Han looked up from his ramen. “Didn’t you try to give her your hoodie last week and she said, ‘No thx I already stink’? That was so tragic.”

Chan threw a cushion at him. “She said it with love!”

Seungmin passed by. “Are you sure she doesn’t know? Because she stared at your arms during the last practice like she was trying to hypnotize them.”

Chan flushed. “She probably thinks they’re… funny looking. Or something.”

I.N blinked. “You’re delusional. She’s clearly obsessed with you.”

“Not more than I’m obsessed with her,” Chan mumbled.

“…That’s true,” Changbin muttered, sipping his water.

⸻

Meanwhile, you were panicking on FaceTime with your friend.

“I can’t breathe when I’m around him! He was literally just trying to pass me a water bottle and I dropped it. Then we both reached down at the same time and I HIT MY HEAD ON HIS SHOULDER.”

Your friend blinked. “So basically you had a meet-cute with your crush and then exploded?”

“YES.”

⸻

Later that evening, Chan invited you to hang out at the dorm while the rest of the members were “conveniently” out for the night.

You were too nervous to ask why he was wearing your favorite hoodie of his. Or why he kept looking at you like he wanted to say something but couldn’t.

The tension in the room was so soft it felt breakable.

“Y’know,” Chan said after a while, messing with the strings of his hoodie, “if I told you I liked someone, but I’d tried to confess four times and they didn’t notice… what would you say?”

You looked up from your tea, trying to seem normal despite the way your stomach backflipped.

“I’d say maybe you’re not being clear enough?”

Chan leaned in slightly. “So… if I told her that I liked her laugh? That her voice calms me down after hard days? That I keep replaying the way she says my name in my head like it’s a song—would that be clear?”

Your heart stopped.

“Chan—”

“That’s still too vague?” he teased, smiling nervously. “Okay. What if I told her that I’ve liked her since she fell asleep during our movie night and drooled on my hoodie—”

“Chan…—”

“—and I’ve been trying to tell her, but she’s too busy thinking I don’t like her back?”

You stared at him, wide-eyed. “Wait. You mean me?”

He blinked. “Oh thank God.”

You gaped. “I thought you were—like—just being sweet! You’re sweet to everyone!”

“I’m not sweet to everyone the way I’m sweet to you,” he said, scooting closer. “I’m not just buying extra snacks or writing little notes for everyone. Just you.”

Your chest felt like it was going to burst.

“I’ve had a crush on you for so long,” you breathed. “I thought I was being so subtle.”

“You were about as subtle as a flashing neon sign,” he grinned. “Just like me.”

There was a pause.

Then, softly, he asked, “Can I kiss you?”

You nodded before your brain even caught up. “Please.”

⸻

It wasn’t fireworks or dramatic music.

It was better.

It was warm and slow and real — like all the tension of months just melted between your lips. Like you were finally letting go of every doubt you ever had.

[pandacherryblossoms]

𐙚 “Kept Under Me” - Bang Chan 𐙚

wc: 747

Genre: Smut MDNI 18+

Warnings: NSFW content, Dominant Chan, Manhandling, Spanking, Hair pulling, Power play, Size kink, Light degradation, Praise, Dirty talk Fingering, Possessive behavior, Restraint, Rough handling

You barely get the word out before you’re on your back.

One teasing comment—just one playful little smirk thrown his way from across the room—and Chris is on you like a switch flipped. You didn’t expect him to move so fast, didn’t expect to be shoved back into the mattress with your wrists pinned above your head before you even had time to breathe. His palm is wrapped around both your wrists like it was built to fit there. Like he owns the way your body folds underneath him.

“What did you just say to me?”

His voice is calm. But the dangerous kind. That razor-thin edge that tells you he’s past the point of pretending to play nice. His knee presses between your thighs, spreading you open with no effort, no hesitation, just force.

“I—”

He doesn’t let you finish. One hand stays on your wrists, holding them captive. The other slides down your body, slow at first, then harsh—a slap to your thigh that makes you jolt. Your gasp only makes him grin.

“Thought so. Running your mouth just to see what happens. Is that it, baby?” He leans down, his lips brushing your jaw. “Wanted to get tossed around tonight, huh? All you had to do was ask.”

You whimper, but he’s not having that.

“Use your words. Come on. You wanted Daddy to put you in your place?”

His hand tangles in your hair, dragging your head back so you’re looking up at him, wide-eyed and breathless. He stares down at you like he’s already planning how hard he’s going to make you scream his name.

“Y-Yes. Yes, Christopher,” you breathe, thighs involuntarily clenching around his knee. “I want it.”

He growls—actually growls—and flips you onto your stomach with one hand. Your wrists are yanked behind your back, pinned in one of his large hands while his other drags down your spine. His palm lingers on the curve of your ass, then lands hard.

“Louder. If you’re gonna act like a brat, you better beg like one too.”

The next smack is sharper. Your hips twitch, but you don’t try to get away—not when you know he’ll chase you down and make it worse.

“You think I don’t know what this little act is?” he says low against your ear, dragging his teeth along the shell of it. “You want me rough. You want me ruthless. You want Daddy to break you in, huh?”

You gasp, trying to nod with your face buried in the sheets, but he grabs your hair again and yanks you back just enough.

“Look at me when I’m talking you,” he growls. “You take everything I give you, and you thank me for it.”

He lets go of your wrists only long enough to rip your panties down and toss them aside like they’re in the way—and they are. Your body jerks when his fingers press between your legs, and he groans at how wet you are already.

“Goddamn. You’re dripping,” he laughs under his breath, kissing the corner of your mouth but not soft, not sweet. “You wanted this that bad?”

“Yes—yes, Chris, I needed you—”

“You need me?” he repeats, smirking against your jaw as he pushes two fingers into you like he owns the space. “That’s more like it. Say it again.”

“I need you, Daddy—please—”

Your voice breaks when he curls those thick fingers just right, and his mouth returns to your ear with heat like fire.

“That’s it. You’re gonna take every inch like a good little slut. You don’t come until I say so. You don’t move unless I make you. You want to play this game? Then you play by my rules.”

And when he finally thrusts into you, hips snapping against yours in one brutal stroke, you understand exactly what you asked for—because Christopher doesn’t fuck.

He dominates.

[biellescouts]

do you remember?

bang chan x f!reader

A/N: how the hell did you manage to meet world famous, notoriously hot, kpop idol bang chan… & whole time you didn’t even know it was him. ho lock in.

CW: “fine shyt”, lee know cameo, reader is like a little bit tipsy, she’s knda ditsy too, just self indulgent af. BUZZ BALLS🤣

Summary: you met this super hot guy at the bar.. wait but why does he look kinda familiar tho….. omg..😟

part 2 😚

the hotel bar is noisy and you’re sulking and you’re sighing. originally, you had come on this trip with your two friends and the plan was to spend it all together and not let any of the foreign fine shyts get in the way of your group dynamic. that is, until they decided that rather than feeling any of the guys around them, they were feeling eachother. so now here you were, leaning on a sticky bar and wondering ‘why couldn’t anyone spontaneously fall for me like that?’.

you tapped your nails against your drink to the beat of the song playing through the speakers until your concentration was interrupted by the bustle of a group of maybe 5 men beelining for the corner of the bar you were sat at. you inwardly sighed, ‘fucking men..’ you planned to move seats or at least try to look busy on your phone so that no one comments on your lonely state before your eyes found themselves glued to one of the men who just oozed kunt, taking a seat one stool away. your eyes dragged down his harsh yet soft facial features before studying his outfit and- and then some big guy comes plants himself down in the seat between you two and completely blocks your view of the kunty, old money, old gay that you had found yourself almost infatuated with.

you were tipsy to the point where you weren’t embarrassed to stare and now your view had been blocked by a brick wall of a man. so naturally you let out a defeated little whine. to which he responded…

“hm? oh hi.” not that you were sentient enough to notice, but as soon as his eyes settled on your face, a smirk tugged at a corner of his mouth. he was interested.

you chose to acknowledge him with a disinterested “hi?” before darting your eyes from side to side. you were not about to let brodie — who just ruined your night even further — try and pick you up.

“i’m sorry, was someone supposed to sit here?” he nods his head down to refer to the seat he’s sitting in. with the rum & coke you had ordered starting to take effect slightly, you got a little friendlier, “ah, no its chill.” — this causes his brows to furrow slightly.

“huh. well, how come you’re alone?” he purrs. an attempt at being sexy maybe? its working maybe?

an australian accent somehow more piercing than the man before you’s hollers from like two seats away, “chan, stop flirting!” and the guy turns around to scold his friend — “aye, can you stop—“ he turns back around, “yah, how come you’re alone? and sorry about him.”

now, thanks to his loud ass friends you can’t even keep up with your nonchalant act because you’ve become nervous over the word flirt and he’s been smiling since he turned to you which definitely adds to it. on some level.

“oh, it’s fine, uhm, i’m alone because friends went out. but like it’s fine because they’re coming back soon. i think.” in one big sigh, because saying it out loud helps you realise how shitty it really is.

“mm, well, that’s kind of sucky, they should have invited you to go.”

“eeh, they’re kind of dating so…”

“ooh.”

“myeah.”

“i see.. okay, i wouldn’t have gone if i were you either.” he sighs out a quiet laugh. which makes you laugh. which makes you both laugh a little.

despite your best efforts, these nonchalant little giggles evolve into, honestly, a ridiculously long conversation between the two of you. anyone could walk past and mistake you for old friends. 2 hours into your yapping at the bar and he’s turned around to talk with his friends, very briefly, maybe 3 times.

you’re maybe a little tipsy, too tipsy to tell, but he is damn near entranced by you. he’s scared off every douche that has passed by trying to creep on you, every quip you’ve made has had him almost off the chair in laughter and its safe to say hes made a couple attempts to flirt. which have all gone over your head.

once you became hyper-aware of the fact that its way past midnight and his friends were probably anxious to leave, you gave your own reason to leave, “y’know what, my friends are probably back by now, i should go before they fall asleep and get annoyed at me for waking them.” which makes him frown a little.

“hm ok, well, i’ll walk you if you want?”

you blink a few times, “what the hell! sure!”

so now you’re in the elevator with him and you lean your body into his because you’re tired and you’re on holiday and you’ll probably never see him again. maybe 13 seconds into the elevator trip, “y’know what, you’re actually so funny and chill.” the side of his face lands on the top of your head.

“shut up, you’re only saying that because you had three green buzz balls.”

you basically laugh in his face, “no, i actually swear.”

“actually?”

“mhm.”

“pfft, ok.” he laughs at you and you sit in comfortable silence the rest of the way up.

when you reach the door of your hotel room, you sigh quietly because like, why are you this into some random guy you met on holiday.. 12 year old behaviour. you unlock the door but before you can disappear through it, you hear his soft voice again “wait.. i actually had a pretty good time & i feel like we should hang out again. please could i get ur number?”

“what the hell! sure!”

he’s like, “oh shit, really? cool cool, gimme your phone.”

you exchange numbers quietly, go into your room and just scream. saved his number as ‘baddie from the bar’.

next part ->

A/N: your favourite girl has picked up kpop… ask box is open to requests for most people from most groups 🙂‍↕️ & hope everyone liked this because it’s part of a miniSERIES WUAHAHAHA🤣

[writingforstraykids]

Keep it together

Pairing: Chan x femReader

Word Count: 2199

Summary: You come back to an empty home, overwhelmed after a shitty day. Once Chan's there he makes sure to take care of you.

Warnings/Tags: angst, fluff, cuddles, emotional hurt!comfort

A/N: My dear friend and editor Miya @miyaluvvsyou wrote this beautiful comfort fic for Channie, trying to make me believe that it's "just a lil sth and probably not good"...please, help me prove her otherwise🤭🖤

Pushing the front door to your home open, you drag your tired body inside and let it slam shut behind you, ignoring the sound that normally makes you flinch. You slide off your shoes, drop your bag and keys on the nearby table, and take off your jacket to hang it up on the hook next to the door. You turn towards your living room, taking a few steps into your home. The air is still, silence clouding the air as you realize no one is home besides you. The sunlight peaks through your windows, and subtlety illuminates the space just enough to see the features of your home. 

You walk past the living room and towards the stairs to your bedroom, stripping the clothes from your body in the process. As you reach your bedroom, you drop your clothes in the laundry basket by the door and head into the master bathroom, leaving the door open. Standing in front of the sink, you look into the mirror and you inhale a shaky breath, exhaling as you examine your features while only standing in your bra and panties. 

Your hair, now frizzy and all over the place from its neat style this morning, is the first thing you see. The dark circles resting under your eyes threaten to deepen with one more sleepless night. Your eyes were red and puffy from rubbing them all day, also ruining your makeup you put effort into this morning. Your skin was slightly paler than normal. As you take in the sight, tears begin to brim your eyelids, and you take a shaky, deep breath to center yourself. You were drained in every sense of the word, and it was very apparent in your appearance, though you tried to hide it. 

And all you wanted was him.

A tear escaped and rolled down your face, but you wiped it away quickly with a sniffle. Moving towards your shower, you turn on the hot water and let the steam envelop the room for a couple of minutes while you continue wiping away the tears still escaping your eyelids. 

Keep it together just enough to shower. Wash the day away, and you will be fine…

You repeat the same words in your head as you strip from your underwear and step into the scalding water, letting it welcome you with a deep sigh. You try not to waste any time and energy getting to work on washing your body. With every scrub of the soapy cloth, you imagine every single worry and inconvenience from the week being taken away. But no matter how hard you scrub, your mind can’t seem to relax. The flowing hot water only giving you temporary relief from the icy atmosphere in your mind. And you can’t stay in the shower forever, as much as you want to sink down to the floor and let the water consume you. You resist the urge and continue cleaning your body until you’re satisfied. 

Finishing your shower and getting out, you wrap a towel around your body and walk back to the bedroom. Grabbing your lotion, you sit at the edge of the bed and moisturize your body as you get lost in your thoughts again, staring at the floor and spacing out. Your body moves on autopilot, making sure to cover every inch of skin with the sweet-scented lotion as you’ve done countless times before. If anyone were to walk in, they would think you’re just doing your normal routine. But they’d have no idea of the depressive storm brewing in your head.

Keep it together. You’ll be under the covers and away from the world soon…

As you continue your routine on autopilot, you tug one of his t-shirts over your head, slip on a pair of panties, and sit on your side of the bed, facing the window. Closing your eyes, you inhale deeply and hold it in. The tears that were in your waterline begin to slide down your cheeks. You exhale shakily, and before you can stop it, the tears fall faster. You begin to cry, feeling your mind and body give in to the breakdown you have been avoiding all day. As your sobs get louder, your body slides down onto the floor, leaning back against the bed, and your hands reach up to cover your face. You cry your heart out, trying to keep your heart from racing out of your chest. 

You don’t hear Bang Chan come home almost an hour later. He’s humming to himself as he closes the door, guiding it so it won’t slam, and puts his keys in the bowl on the table. As he takes his shoes off, he notices yours and smiles to himself, putting his bag next to yours. “(Y/N), I’m home, love!” He calls out to you. Taking off his hoodie and hanging it next to the door, he turns towards the living room, expecting to see you. 

But he’s met with nothing but the still silence of the home. There weren’t any lights on, just the few rays of sunlight coming through the window. There wasn’t any movement coming from the kitchen. As he walked further in, he noticed the tv wasn’t on either, couch unoccupied. 

“(Y/N)? Are you home, baby?” Chan called out again, his eyebrows raised as he awaits for a response. But none came, and he frowned. 

Strange.

Taking his phone out of his pocket, he opens it and calls your phone, listening to the ringing. A couple of seconds later, he hears the vibration from your phone and looks around to locate the sound. He follows the vibration back to your purse, where he sees your ringing phone with his name on the screen. He looks around once more before ending the call. He softly hums and begins to make his way upstairs, 2 steps at a time. Maybe you were in the bathroom or in the shower.

Chan notices the bedroom door open and looks inside, standing in the doorway. His eyes scan the room before he sees the top of your head poking out from your side of the bed. He exhales with a small smile and slowly walks in, trying not to make noise to surprise you. But his smile fades as he gets closer to you and hears your small sniffles. Are you crying?

“Baby?” Chan speaks gently to get your attention. Your head snaps up to meet his gaze, and his heart drops at the sight. You’re sitting on the floor in his t-shirt, one shoulder exposed and crossed legged. Your eyes are bloodshot red and puffy, tears flowing. Your chest rises and falls rapidly as you sniffle but struggle to breathe. My poor baby..

He’s kneeling down in front of you not even a second later, his hands cupping your cheeks and wiping away your tears with his thumbs. “(Y/N) what’s wrong? Are you hurt? Did something happen?” Chan rattles out questions as he closely examines your body. You shake your head and sniffle, more tears flowing from your eyes. 

“C-Chan I-“ You struggle to get out between sniffles. You put your hands over his and close your eyes. He leans forward and kisses your nose softly, then your forehead, and finally pecks your lips so delicately. It causes you to still, taking a deep breath and inhaling his scent. It calms you enough to finally open your eyes and meet his gaze. 

He looks at you with a pained expression and rubs your cheeks with his thumbs gently. “What’s wrong, princess? What’s upsetting you, hm?” He asks sincerely. Chan hated seeing you upset, especially if he’s the one that causes it. But since he’s just gotten home, he doesn’t think he might be the cause this time. 

“I don’t k-know, but hold me p-please” You whimper and wrap your arms around his neck. Chan sits back against the wall and pulls you into his lap, holding you close to his chest as he rubs your back. You bury your face in his neck and sniffle, trying to steady yourself in his arms. 

Chan rubs soothing circles on your back and shushes you softly. You instinctively pull him impossibly closer, taking deep breaths. “It’s okay, babygirl. I’m right here. I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere.” You nod at his words. “We can sit here as long as you’d like, okay?”

“O-okay Channie.” You whisper into his neck, steadying your beating heart as you find comfort in his arms. 

The two of you sit like that for 2 hours. Once your sniffles died down and the tears stopped flowing, you curled up in Chan’s lap, subconsciously trying to shrink yourself. He continued to rub your back while planting soft kisses on your head every now and then. He even started to hum one of your favorite songs to help steady your heartbeat. He didn’t complain about being on the floor for so long, he just wanted you to be okay. Once the silence was in the air long enough, he spoke up. “How ya feeling, love?”

“I’m okay…” You shyly reply, shifting a little in his lap. “I’m sorry I couldn’t-“ You begin to try explaining yourself, but Chan interrupted you almost immediately. 

“Shh hey, don’t apologize to me. My concern is you, no matter what.” He looks into your eyes as he speaks reassurance to you, letting the hand that’s not rubbing your back gently caress your face. “If you’re not ready to talk about it, it’s okay. I won’t pressure you.”

You nod and your eyes flutter as he leans forward to plant a kiss on your forehead. With a sniffle, you begin to speak. “I just had a really tense work week and once I got home, my body just…broke down. It’s just been so-“ The tears begin to rim around your eyes as you explain, and you take a pause to take a deep breath. Chan notices and kisses your forehead, running a gentle finger underneath your eyes to wipe away your tears. You take his hand and look into his eyes. “Thank you, Channie.” You speak lowly, but sincerely. 

“Don’t thank me, it’s my job to make sure you are okay baby.” He speaks softly with a smile. You match the small smile resting on his face and nod. “Do you wanna sit here for a little longer still?”

“Can we lay in bed and cuddle? You’re probably uncomfortable from sitting like this for a while. Especially with me sitting on top of you.” You give him an apologetic look, while an adorable pout rests on your lips.

Chan shakes his head. “You know I’ll never complain when you’re sitting on my lap, princess.” He says, wiggling his eyebrows. You gasp softly and slap his shoulder playfully, smiling as he giggled. “But we can lay down and cuddle baby, whatever you want.” He chuckles and kisses you. You kiss him back, wrapping your arms around his neck and moving to straddle his lap. He wraps his arms around your legs and stands up with ease, causing a squeal to leave your lips in the middle of the kiss. He chuckles and kisses you again as he takes a few steps towards the bed and lays you on your back. 

You keep your arms around his neck and wraps your legs around his waist to keep him close. He smiles and kisses your forehead and cheeks, going back to your lips for a soft peck. You whine softly and try to connect your lips again, but he pulls back just enough to be out of reach, a grin that flashes his dimples rests on his lips. “Channieee” 

“Uhn uhn, cuddling only princess. That’s what you asked for.” He raised an eyebrow, still grinning. 

You sigh and pout at him. “Just a little kiss?” You give him the best boba eyes you can manage. 

But he doesn’t crack, giving your pouty lips a quick peck before he playfully slaps your thigh. “There’s your kiss. Now get under the covers while I change my clothes.” He says, giggling at your stunned face from his movement. He gives you one more small peck before standing up and going into that closet to change. You smile to yourself and crawl under the covers, grabbing the remote and turning on the TV. 

Chan comes out of the closet in a pair of sweatpants but his chest bare. He climbs into bed and underneath the covers, pulling your body close to his. You lay your head on his chest and intertwine your legs, feeling safe and sound in his arms. He kisses your temple and smiles. “I love you darling.”

“I love you more, Channie. So much more.” You speak, placing a kiss on his chest and smiling to yourself. You turn on Netflix and you watch that K-Drama you both have been waiting to watch, feeling that much needed peace you craved just hours ago. 

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[h4nj1sunggg]

who? bang chan x fem!reader genre: drabble a/n: that last vlog... grrr

He looks so hot.

That's the only thing that you're thinking how you’re watching Chan working out.

You swear you came to the gym with good intentions. Just a simple workout, maybe some cardio, nothing too crazy. But then Chan decided to take off his hoodie, and now all of your plans have been thrown out the window.

He's focused—completely in the zone as he curls a dumbbell in one hand, muscles flexing under the dim gym lights. A bead of sweat slides down his temple, his jaw set in concentration, and yeah… you're not getting anything done today.

"You're staring," Chan says without looking up, a teasing lilt in his voice.

You blink, caught red-handed. "No, I’m not."

He finally glances at you, amusement dancing in his eyes. "You’ve been standing there for five minutes, holding that water bottle like it personally offended you."

Your grip tightens around said bottle. "I was just—thinking."

"Thinking about what?" He sets the dumbbell down, arms still tensed, like he knows exactly what he’s doing to you.

You clear your throat, attempting to regain some semblance of dignity. "About how much effort it must take to be so annoying."

Chan laughs, shaking his head. "Uh-huh. Sure. Now are you gonna work out, or do you wanna keep admiring me?"

You huff, turning toward the treadmill. "I hope you drop that weight on your foot."

"Aw, you care."

And if you steal another glance at his biceps before hitting the start button, well… that's your business.

[leafy-pixel]

—✩‧₊˚ 3racha! Reacts to their S/O flying out to surprise them!

✩pairing: skz 3racha x female!reader

✩genre: fluff, established relationships

✩author’s note: Hello everyone and welcome to the first post on my blog. I’ve been trying to get back into writing so i’m very sorry if this is all over the place, but i hope you enjoy it nonetheless! <3

☆ Bang Chan

He was in the studio when he heard a knock at the door. Thinking it was one of the boys coming to join his late night work session he said a quick “come in” and went back to his laptop. But when he heard the words “Hi channie” a nickname he only gave you permission to use, fall from your lips his heart skipped a beat as he whipped around, his chair creaking with the sudden movement.

His eyes widened in disbelief, locking on you standing in the doorway, a playful smile tugging at the corners of your lips. It took him a moment to process what he was seeing. There you were, his love, standing in front of him after all this time. "Y-You're here?" he stammered, his voice a mix of shock and disbelief. His hands reached out to you instinctively, pulling you into his arms as if confirming that you were real.

"How... How did you get here? I thought—" His words were cut off by the overwhelming warmth of your embrace, the rush of emotion hitting him all at once. His lips brushed softly against your forehead in a tender kiss.

You laughed softly, pulling back just enough to on meet his gaze. "Surprise," He pulled you into another embrace, squeezing you tightly as if afraid you might disappear if he let go. “I can’t believe you’re here,” he said softly, his voice thick with emotion. “I’ve missed you so much.”

☆ Changbin

Changbin sat on the couch, his phone in his hand, staring at the message you sent him earlier that day. "Rain check, babe. I’m so sorry. Emergency meetings" You guys were supposed to facetime and play minecraft today as it was one of the very few days that both of you had off. He didn’t want to upset you so he said it was fine, but in reality he was hurt. He missed your face, your laugh, your..everything. He tried to go about his day, getting a workout in and going to the studio to help Chan, but the minutes felt longer than usual. Every time he glanced at his phone, he half-expected a notification from you, but none came.

Hours later, he was in the kitchen helping make a late dinner for the rest of the boys when he heard the familiar ding of his phone. He picked it up quickly, hoping it was you.

“Guess who’s at the door?”

His heart skipped. He ran to open the door, almost running over Seungmin in the process only to be greeted by you standing there, a grin on your face."Y/N?!" Changbin blurted out, eyes wide in surprise.“Yeah, about that rain check…” you said with a playful smile. “I thought I’d show up in person instead. Surprised?”

His heart swelled with joy as he pulled you into his arms, breathing in your presence.“I thought you were mad at me…” he murmured against your hair, his voice low with emotion. “I missed you so much.”You smiled softly. “I could never be mad at you, Binnie. I just wanted to surprise you... now, how about that Minecraft session?”

He chuckled, pinching your cheek playfully "As long as you promise not to build anything ridiculous again."

☆ Han Jisung

It had been a busy week for both you and Han, and though you both had planned to Facetime that evening, something kept you from reaching out. Han had been sending a few texts here and there, wondering if you were still up for it, but you stayed quiet, building up the suspense.

Little did he know is that you were in the car with Chan on your way to see him at this very moment.“Are you sure this will work?" you asked quietly, glancing up at Chan

“Of course it’ll work. Han’s been overthinking all day. When you show up, he won’t know what hit him.”You smiled, anxiety bubbling in your stomach. "I hope so."

With Chan's help, you waited until Han was in the practice room, a place where he often retreated to when he needed to focus. Chan had texted him from your phone, pretending that the two of you would be on call later and that it would be another night to play some games together, keeping him distracted.

Once Han’s attention was elsewhere, you slipped out of the car, ready for the surprise. Chan gave you a reassuring nod as you walked toward the door to the studio. Han was sitting on the couch scrolling through his phone when he got a text from you asking him to call you. He couldn’t help the small smile that crept its way onto his face. He has missed your voice, the one thing that could always heal him.

Riiing... riiing...”

The sound of your ringtone echoed through the quiet hallway. Han froze, his heart skipping a beat.He slowly lowered his phone, his mind racing as he turned toward the door. He recognized the familiar melody of your ringtone—a song you both had laughed over, one that made both of you smile every time it played. He walked toward the door, his steps slow and cautious. As he reached for the handle, he heard the sound of your soft giggle that made his heart race.

Opening the door slowly, his eyes widened when he saw you standing there, grinning with your phone in your hand.

"Y/N?" Han's voice barely rose above a whisper, shock written all over his face. As he picked you up and spun you around. “You—how—when did you—”You shrugged nonchalantly, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. “I thought I’d surprise you.” Chan, who had been lurking to the side finally stepped forward with a teasing grin. “I may have helped a little”

Han chuckled, pulling away slightly to look at you with soft eyes. “I swear, you two are going to be the death of me.

[pixie-felix]

a/n: this fic has nothing to do with food.

why yes I did make these GIFs especially for this fic thank you for noticing

Something to read while we're waiting for the results of the no thoughts/hard thoughts poll. If you want a soundtrack, Hey Daddy (Daddy's Home) by Usher fits pretty well (no daddy kink in the fic though).

word count: 1.4k

Smut under the cut, minors dni.

comfort eating.

You’d been staring at this damn code for so long you might’ve burned it into your eyeballs. Somewhere, in the distance, you’re vaguely aware of the apartment door opening and closing, and someone calling out that they're home.

But by now you’re so obsessed with trying to find whatever formatting fuck up you made, that even the metallic jingle of keys falling into the “let’s-not-lose-this-shit” bowl doesn’t bring you back into the real world.

It’s not until your laptop physically moves out of your hands that you realise. Chan is home.

Sitting on his heels in front of you, he gently picks the computer up off your lap, his expression a mixture of concern and understanding. One workaholic recognises another.

“Is everything backed up?” He too knows the pain of a well meaning friend trying to help by tidying up, and accidentally erasing hours of hard work.

“Cloud and hard drive. And external hard drive. Possibly tattooed on my retinas also." He nods and carefully sets it on the side table, snorting quietly when you get to the part about your eyeballs. The little crease between his brows remains though.

“You told me you were going to take today off…”

You'd only meant to do a few lines of code, just to check for errors and maybe add a function or two. And yet here you are, sitting in the exact same spot from this morning, neck and shoulders aching from being hunched over your laptop for…

7 hours.

Chan rests his chin on your knees, head tilted to the side as he looks up at you like a lost puppy.

“Baby…”

No. Wait. Puppies don't sound like that. Or look at you like that. Or rub soothing, promising circles with their thumbs on the bare skin of your calves.

You're suddenly very aware still in your pajamas. If you can call it that. Really it's just one of Chan's old t-shirts, the fabric worn soft, always smelling like him even though you slept in it- and not much else.

Yeah, Chan's definitely not giving you puppy eyes.

The wolf is here tonight.

And he wants to play. You can tell from the subtle smirk that quirks the corner of his mouth when you audibly swallow.

“How… how was work?”

“Long. Busy. Tiring.” He punctuates his sentences with slow kisses on your knees, the closed mouth kind that still manage to feel anything but chaste. “Jisung dyed his hair blue. Felix's is no longer blond. Hyunjin cut all his hair off. Someone said something about a kiwi fruit and now the stylists are all freaking out.”

His tone is light, almost absent minded, but his touch has progressed from soothing circles to something a little firmer, a little more… demanding. And as his hands slowly creep up your legs, you're fairly certain you know what he wants.

“Chan…”

“Yes, baby?” His lips stretch into something that could almost pass for an innocent smile, if it wasn't for the fact his fingers have worked their way up to the hem of his t-shirt, slowly teasing the fabric further up your legs.

“Wh-what are you doing?”

“Well…” his fingers sweep under the fabric, inching closer and closer to where arousal is bubbling in your belly, still carefully punctuating his words with kisses on your skin, “I figured, since we're both so... stressed…” his fingers finally brush against your panties and you shiver. “I could help you relax a little.”

“Wh-what a-about you?”

He’s tracing, teasing along the edges of your underwear, watching you bite your lip to keep your cool. He likes it when you try to stay quiet. It makes it so much more satisfying when you start crying his name like it's the only word you know.

And then the bastard licks up your thigh, tugging your panties down and saying the magic words:

“I thought I'd indulge in a little comfort eating.”

You didn't make it to the bedroom. You barely made it off the sofa. Instead, Chan just yanked you forward, laid back on the rug, and now you're riding his face in the middle of the living room. Making the kinds of noises you thought only existed in hardcore porn.

His arms are locked around your legs, holding you in place as he grinds you up and down on his tongue. Your hands are twisted into his hair, partly for balance, partly as an anchor… but mostly because when you tug on it Chan moans into your cunt and that feels so good.

He's already tongued you through one orgasm, licking you out like you are his favourite candy. He's so drunk on your pussy that he's murmuring the kind of filth that would usually make him blush -m’ baby tastes so GOOD, w’nna drown in thi’s pussy- though his words are almost completely obscured by the wet, sloppy sounds of him giving you the messiest head you've had in months.

It is amazing, and it's incredible, and Chan is clearly having the time of his life as another orgasm coils in your belly, ready to spring. But he's playing games with you now, teasing you with the gentlest flicks of his tongue, keeping that high juuuust out of reach.

Really, it's his fault that you can't help but yank his hair a little harder, grind down on his face harder, and then you're out of control, jerking your hips back and forth on his face until it hits.

And oh boy how it hits, gushing all over Chan's face, ripping all your dignity away as you buck your hips into his tongue, chasing the high rushing through you from your head to your toes.

You don't always squirt, but Chan loves it when you do.

His moans almost drown out yours, so loud he's practically shouting, definitely disturbing the neighbours with the string of enthusiastic cuss words and filth pouring off his tongue (that's right baby, cum on my face, fucking drown me in your cunt, jesus fucking christ-)

It takes you a minute to come back to yourself, Chan still desperately eating you out, working his tongue all over you like he's trying to lick you clean.

But the more he uses his tongue the wetter you get, the more your hips shake, and the closer you are to another orgasm.

One you're not sure you can handle.

You try to lift up a little, give him space to breathe, and your man straight up growls at you, yanking you back down on his face and sucking on you harsh enough to make you yelp. Reminding you who is in charge, he grazes your clit with just the gentlest scrape of his teeth...

And that orgasm you weren't ready for? Hits you like a railway train. You're aching and overstimulated and absolutely powerless to do anything other than thrash around and cry as Chan keeps sucking on your goddamned clit like the devil himself couldn't stop him.

You might've blacked out for a second. Or three.

It's only when you finally come to a gasping, shuddering stop that Chan finally gives you the two gentle taps on your ass that mean you can get off his face now (safewords aren't really an option when your mouth is full).

Except you're so worn out from relentless overstimulation that it's less of a dismount and more just you collapsing in a graceless heap, legs shaking and thighs aching from being held apart for so long.

Boneless and pliant, it's no effort at all for Chan to scoop you up into his arms and carry you princess style to your shared bedroom. You're barely awake as he tucks you into bed and crawls in beside you, nuzzling your hair as you curl up into his chest.

You've almost asleep when a Very Important Thought occurs

“Channie…”

“Yeah baby?”

“You didn't get to cum. Don't you need to cum? Y’wanna blowjob or sumthin’?”

Chan huffs a quiet laugh into your hair. You're so cute when your words are all sleep slurred.

“I already got what I wanted.”

You’re mumbling something about not playin' fair and don't w’nna be selfish, but you're practically unconscious anyway so he just kisses the top of your head and pulls you closer into his chest.

“You can make it up to me in the morning, if it bothers you so much.”

*It turns out that you will in fact, not be making it up to Chan in the morning. Because when he finds all the carpet burn on your knees, he has a minor breakdown and refuses to let you do anything all day.

Urgh, I feel like this is way, way too short, too rushed, and just generally had the potential to be so much better 😂😭 But I wanted to get it it out of my drafts before it gets lost in the poll fics. I wrote this on my phone, so it's probably riddled with spelling and formatting errors 😂 please forgive me. It's hard to write when the house is full and privacy is limited. Just 3 more days until the No Thoughts/Hard Thoughts closes 👀 thank you to everyone that's voted or shown interest, I hope my writing doesn't let you down.

p.s. I was gonna start this fic with the following GIF but not everyone wants a giggle with their word🍤 so that wouldn't have been very cash money of me.

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[soulofhyun]

are you sure ? - Felix x reader

summary : Felix and you have been in a relationship for 4 months now, and Felix feels ready to get intimate with you.

pairing : virgin!felix! x afab!reader!

warnings : suggestive (felix and reader are getting freaky together!!), kisses, mention of religion and I think that’s all!! it’s fluff!!

word count : around 570!

author’s note: this is my first English story ever, so I hope my writing will be as good as in my native language ! Should I do a part 2 ?

Part two

Minors do not interact 🤍!

It’s been 4 months since you and Felix are officially a couple. You two met at the campus. Yet, you live at your parents’ house. You sometimes did invite him over to sleep, your parents didn’t mind you two having sexual relations together but you never really talked about it much with Felix. You thought he might be shy or closed about the subject since everytime you mentioned sex he turned red.

It was a Friday night, 8:07PM. You two were on your bed, being silly and laughing at nothing. You did put the last crisp between your lips, holding it.

“You want it, huh?” You smiled, holding the crisp, wanting him to take it. Felix and you have kissed some times. Rarely, but sometimes. It was usually quick innocent pecks. The kind of kiss that says “I really love you”. Kids kisses. Felix giggles and takes the crisp with his teeth.

“Mine!!” He said as he ate the last crisp. You gasped dramatically, covering your mouth with your hand, acting so surprised. You decide to tickle him!

“Yah!!” You began to tickle your boyfriend, the sound of his laughter filling your room. His hands instinctively grabbed your waist to hold you. You looked at him, still tickling him a bit slower, now that you felt his gaze on you. There was something different in the way he was holding you. You tucked a strand of hair out of his face. His hands traveled to your lower back, you were basically straddling his lap.

“y/n…i feel weird..” Felix gulped. He gently kissed your lips. You rolled a bit your hips against him, getting worked up. You took off your sweater, now being in a tank top.

“felix…we never really talked about it..are you okay..? is it..is it your first time being this close to someone…?” You asked carefully. The boy just nodded and mumbled.

“It’s my..first time..being close to someone..”

At these words you stop rolling your hips against him but he makes a sound of complain. So you slowly roll them. You touch his chest softly. The boy looks for reassurance and consent in your eyes. You get up to take off his tshirt. When you see his chest you can’t help but bite your lip. You straddle him again and leaves kisses on his trapezoids. His hands find your waist again, but he slides them lower, to your butt. Felix began to roll his hips too.

“y/n..please..” You understand the assignment and undress, only keeping your pantie. Felix undresses too, only having his cross necklace and his boxer. You see him feeling a bit shy.

“hey you’re literally perfect Felix! Perfect in my eyes, I love every inches and parts of your body! Plus, I’m not dating you for your body. I love you, baby.” Felix smiled at your words, taking off his last piece of clothing.

He sits next to you on the bed, taking your jaw in his hand. He kisses you, oh so softly. And when he pulls away you smile at his necklace. The boy just loved his religion and you found it cute.

When you two began to get worked up you eventually did straddle his lap again. The boy touches your butt again. He definitely wants you. You see his dick getting hard. You look at him.

“Shall we have sex?”

[staylovesmiley]

1+1=…

₊˚⊹ᰔ Pairing; dad!skz x fem!reader

₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ Summary; fake texts with dad!skz about your little family~ these are super indulgent cause it’s been so rainy here and I’ve been needing something sweet and domestic-

₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ Warnings; mild cursing, Leeknow’s is kinda suggestive at the end??, emotional over babies growing up, ulzzang pic used for reader in Chan’s but its faceless (I tried to find one where you couldn’t see skin tone either to make it even more vague but i couldn’t no matter how hard I looked-), extremely vague and brief mentions of a rough pregnancy

CBC + LMH • SCB + HHJ • HJS + LYB • KSM + YJN

Bang Chan;

Leeknow;

taglist; @chancloud8 @velvetmoonlght @gnabsss @aria-again @beppybeesnuggets @iknow-youknow-hyunho