#chansung drabble

[chrisbangsbf]

Chan/Jisung

Explicit | 970 words

Tags: D/s undertones, cock dumb chan, petnames, blowjobs, deepthroating, gagging and drooling, facial

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It's not unusual for Chan to space out a little when they do things like this together. It’s expected  even. It's one of the rare times when he really gets to let his mind simmer instead of boil. When he doesn't need to take control or guide the situation, doesn’t need to stress himself with making important decisions. All he has to do is trust and follow along with whatever Jisung wants from him.

 So, really, Jisung can't blame him for getting lost in his head. He’s glad to be the person who can provide that for his hyung, and not just because he benefits from it too. The positive effects it has on the both of them is always well worth it.

Sometimes Jisung fucks him on the studio couch, gets him on his hands and knees and milks his cock until he collapses in a pool of his own cum. Sometimes Jisung rides him, makes him sit back and relax as he kisses his throat until his brain does a factory reset. Sometimes it's just as simple as letting Chan sit on his lap while they work or snuggling up for a mutual nap until Changbin inevitably wakes them up later.

Right now though, it's Chan under their desk with Jisung's cock stuffed in his mouth. And Chan's really good at giving head– good enough that, on a good day, it could only take a few minutes for him to have Jisung spilling down his throat with a mouthful of garbled curses. But Chan's mind currently seems to have drifted off somewhere far away. His eyelids have fluttered shut, his breathing has evened out, and he's not really even moving anymore, just suckling on his tip mindlessly.

It’s kind of cute, to be honest. But the suction is so hot and wet and Chan is so pretty with his plump lips wrapped around a cock like this… and well, Jisung is pent up today. More than usual. Because the barely-there stimulation is apparently doing it for him– he feels like he could cum at any second.

"Hyung," Jisung whispers, running a hand through Chan's hair gently. Chan doesn't even hum in response. 

Then, a needy, kind of evil, emotion bubbles up inside of Jisung. Before he can even stop himself, he grips Chan's hair harder between his fingers and thrusts his hips forward, cockhead hitting the tight space at the back of his throat. Chan gags immediately, wretching around him and blinking his big puppydog eyes open in a daze.

"Sorry, pup." Jisung grins, swiveling his hips in a slow, deliberate grind that has Chan huffing through his nose in what is obviously supposed to be a pout. "You know how much I love having you stupid for me," he coos, "but I can't fuck your throat if you're not paying attention."

Squeezing Jisung's thighs to signal his understanding, Chan gives a particularly hard suck around his cock and flutters his lashes enticingly. Like some kind of sex demon.

Jisung hisses, shoving Chan's head down until his nose presses into his pubes. "God, you're such a fucking slut."

Chan whines below him, letting himself be dragged up and down as Jisung fucks into his throat over and over. He's noisy with it too, drooling and choking as he looks up into Jisung's eyes to really work his magic. 

Thankfully, the studio is sound proof, so neither of them have to hold back once they really get started. Jisung moans out loud, hissing through his teeth and smearing Chan's excess spit across his cheek. It’s dripping between his legs and down Chan’s neck. "Good boy," he praises, drawing himself closer to edge with each thrust.

It's when Chan swallows around him at the same time he brings a hand up to palm at his balls that Jisung feels it finally coming. Pulling out of his wet mouth and wrapping a hand around himself, he groans urgently, "Open up, mutt."

Chan swallows hard and gasps, taking a few deep breaths before letting his tongue loll out like a dog. Tipping his head back, Jisung smacks his cock against Chan’s pink tongue a few times before he’s shooting hot stripes of cum onto it. He strokes himself quickly, rubbing his slit over Chan's tongue and lips until he's drained dry– and then Chan looks at him and swallows every last drop. Even sucks his tip clean just for good measure, which makes Jisung flinch from overstimulation.

By the time he's tucked himself back into his sweats and wiped Chan’s face clean, Chan is still sitting on the ground between his legs, pouting up at him with wet lashes. 

"Come on, hyung, don't look at me like that. I couldn't risk you actually choking," Jisung teases, reaching down to help drag him up off the floor and into his lap instead. Wrapping both arms around his waist, he pulls him close and presses a kiss to the tip of his nose. "You're the one who asked to suck me off. It's not my fault you're just a dumb little puppy that needs to be kept in line."

"Well, it's not my fault your cock makes me dumb so easily," Chan huffs, mildly embarrassed as he shifts his eyes to the floor. 

"Hey, how about this," Jisung offers, smiling softly as he  pets down Chan's spine. His eyelids are heavy, tired. "If you agree to go home with me right now, I'll let you cockwarm me while we sleep tonight." He raises a curious brow and laughs as Chan pretends to consider it. As if his nonexistent tail isn't wagging in plain sight at the mere thought of it. 

"With my ass this time?" Chan questions, voice teasing. 

Sliding both hands down to grab at his ass, Jisung hums amusedly. "It is the best, after all."

[heartseungbin]

seeing that requests are back open I sent in the chansung request so could it be hanji and yn taking care of channie????

mhm!! as a drabble, fic or head cannons? and which gendered reader??😋

[blu-joons]

BEST FRIEND 2PM A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Hwang Chansung

A ⇴ ATTENTION

There would often be a side eye in your direction whenever Chansung was around you, enough so that no one could really see how much he actually cared for you, but just enough so he knew that he cared.

B ⇴ BICKER

It often gave those around you a good laugh whenever the two of you bickered with one another, once you started it took a lot for you both to stop having a go at one another. You were both as bad as each other when it came to bickering, you both wouldn’t want to stop, and you’d both go pretty low too.

C ⇴ COMFORT

He’d be there for you whenever you needed comforting as a shoulder to cry on first and foremost. Chansung would give you all the time that you needed to let it all out around him. He was used to being around you when you were down and so he knew the exact right way to be able to bring you back up again.

D ⇴ DISAGREEMENTS

Both of you had a slight habit of being stubborn with one another quite often, more so than you were around any other person in your lives. You knew that you could bear each other’s bad moods better than anyone else could too and so when you wanted to be miserable or you wanted to have a bit of a shouting match with someone, it would usually be the other person that you would turn to for it.

E ⇴ EARLY YEARS

The fact that you had so much in common made getting to know Chansung one of the easiest jobs for you, with the conversation running constantly between you both. You both seemed to just feel comfortable from the get-go with one another as you naturally just found out more about each other the more that you talked and the more questions that you asked each other about those interests.

F ⇴ FAMILY

Chansung’s family were like a family of your own, they were people that you knew that you could count on for anything, no matter how big or small of a problem it was that you had. They were always there for you just like Chansung was, they were always happy to offer up their advice to you just like Chansung did too, you could see exactly where Chansung got his kind nature from with his family.

G ⇴ GETTING TOGETHER

You usually tended to just stay at home whenever the two of you hung out as most of your time was spent just talking and catching up. You quite liked the privacy of your own home when you hung out after having several incidents through the years with fans or cameras which had been off-putting for you both.

H ⇴ HABITS

The two of you had a habit of running away with yourselves, especially when you hadn’t seen each other for a while. Time was completely lost track off and the conversation was usually in a completely different direction as you made up for lost time and shared all of the things that you’d kept bottled up.

I ⇴ INSIDE JOKES

With so many years of friendship behind you, inside jokes were inevitable for the two of you. You had countless inside jokes, some that you struggled to remember because they had been with you both for so long, and also because they were constantly being replaced by newer inside jokes between you both too.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

He hated someone thinking that they were your best friend as Chansung was always entirely confident that they would never be able to compare to him. He quite enjoyed actually watching someone try and convince other people that they were your best friend, it gave him a giggle. Rather than get jealous, Chansung joked about it with you after when you were alone, mocking everything that they’d said.

K ⇴ KICKS

Chansung got a kick out of being there for you in the hope that he would be able to repay you for all of the times that you had been there for him. He never took for granted the many things that you had done for him, and he hoped that he could always be there to do absolutely anything for you as well.

L ⇴ LOVE

He loved how long the two of you had been friends, your friendship was something that Chansung was very proud of. Not only was he proud of you both as a team, but he was also just proud of you in general. People loved to joke with you wondering how you’d managed to put up with Chansung for so many years, but you both knew that being each other’s best friends was the easiest job in the whole world.

M ⇴ MEETING

The two of you first met when you worked as one of the backing dancers for a 2PM tour, working specifically alongside Chansung. It was the time of your life as you spent most of your days with Chansung, slowly getting to know each other as you spent time both exploring and rehearsing together.

N ⇴ NONSENSE

He loved how easy you made it for him to relax more than anything else, if he ever felt like he needed to unwind or just kick about and scream for a little while, you were the person that he went to.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

Chansung was obsessed with your understanding and how flexible you were when it came to being his best friend. You didn’t mind waiting for his time and knew that he was busy, but there if you needed him too.

P ⇴ PRECIOUS MOMENTS

One of your favourite things to do together was look back on your old memories as you both kept many photos from the adventures that you’d been on. Photos from tours and rehearsals were some of your favourites especially as you slowly became less and less awkward in photos the more that you hung out.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

Whenever you needed help, you knew that you could message Chansung, and he’d be there for you. Even if he couldn’t get to you in person, he’d answer any questions that you had about anything over the phone.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

Ever since you found out that Chansung was going to be a father, you had pestered him relentlessly about godparent, constantly doing things to prove to him that you were the right person for the job. In the end you pretty much left him with no choice because of how persistent you were around him to choose you.

S ⇴ SUPPORT

You still loved to support not just Chansung but all of the boys which was something that he greatly appreciated, especially when you showed up unexpectedly. It wasn’t just Chansung who appreciated you whenever you were there to support them, all of the boys made sure you were treated perfectly when you visited.

T ⇴ TRIPS

Despite the many trips that you’d been on, none of them ever compared to the trips you went on when you were on the road with them as they were the adventures that introduced you to each other.

U ⇴ ULTIMATE

No one had ever been there for him quite like you had, and he knew that no one would be there for him like you too.

V ⇴ VISITS

Your visits to Chansung always had to be arranged as you never wanted to disturb him, but you knew even if you politely asked him if he was free then he’d tell you to just come round to his anyway.

W ⇴ WISDOM

He prided himself on his advice at the best of times, but especially when it came to giving you the right answers especially.

X ⇴ XXXX

Usually, your affection was because you were teasing each other, whether it was attention, irritation or to cheer the other person up, you knew that one way or another you’d be able to get a reaction out of them.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were just there, Chansung couldn’t remember not having you there by his side.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

Whenever the two of you hung out, you always went your separate ways in the evenings. However, it was dark or cold, Chansung would always make sure to drive you home so that you got there safely.

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Masterlist

[k-p-p-d]

Movie

A/N: I wrote this months ago, before I was utterly BETRAYED by Chansung. I didn't want to post it but I'm tired of looking at his stupid traitorous face in the drafts. 😩

You stood there on the train platform, body frozen in shock.  Your mind focusing purely on processing the words he just said to you.  Your cheek still tingled from the slight stubble on his chin as he held you close, while you swore to come visit him again soon if his schedule allowed.  Foolishly you thought he was holding on so tight because he didn’t want you to go.

“Wait, what did you say?”

Chansung hung his head and took a deep breath, it was hard to say it the first time and to repeat it to you might make him break.  “I said we can’t be together anymore.  I’m debuting and I can’t—”

You laughed softly to yourself as he began his rehearsed weak explanation again.  You didn’t expect much, you were both young and had your lives ahead of you.  You were kids, but you weren’t expecting this.  To be broken up with after spending a weekend together before you left for the States with your mom for summer break, was this real life?  “I feel like I’m in a movie,” you said bitterly to yourself but you should have known it was coming.  You nodded your head and put on your best smile before taking his hand in yours.  “I’m so proud and happy for you Chansung, really.  You will be a superstar in no time.”

The chime signalling the final warning for the train sounded and you tried to keep up the facade of happiness.  “You go ahead and head back, I’m going to grab some snacks before I board.”  You squeezed his hand once more before picking up your duffle bag.

“I’m going to miss you,” he said softly.

You could see the shining of a tear in his eye as you reached up to tuck a stray strand of his hair behind his ear.  “Here’s looking at you, kid.”  You smiled softly before telling him to go one last time.

My cheek brushes against his Smooth on stubble for a moment And then it's gone He walks along the platforms into the dream Every fiber in me wants to shout and scream: Stop To run across to him, take him into my arms To tell him: I love you! You silly, silly man, I love you But instead I stand still, heart cracking These little curls on the back of his head bouncing As he steps out of my life, forever

Chansung was tired, that was an understatement.  Since he started life back as an idol it seemed like he was always on the go.  Filming here, meeting there, quick gym session before meeting with bandmates followed by another meeting.  Today luckily was one of those days where he had time to himself, a blessed lazy day that he hadn’t had since he finished his enlistment.  He got up at 5:30 like he usually did, even though he was done with the military some habits stuck.  He made himself a steaming cup of tea as he sat in his living room watching the world wake up through the floor to ceiling windows.  He liked early mornings, when the world was still quiet and peaceful.

Going about his day he felt he was pretty productive for a day off.  He got in a cardio workout, nothing too intense but ensuring he got his heartrate up, sent off some emails and straightened up.  It was when he was relaxing on the couch looking at pictures of his friends' families, nieces and nephews smiling gummy smiles.  He had a wistful smile, happy for them but slightly envious as he saw more and more idols, older and younger, happily in relationships or married.  He had regret, he pushed you away.  Listening to his hyungs and managers.  So he turned on the television and what he saw tightened his chest.

Casablanca was on.

He couldn’t stop himself from reminiscing on the last time he was with you.  He had been so happy, you two burning with the fiery passion of two teens in love.  He remembers the first time you two had met, a chance encounter.  He was out with friends, as were you, he was cocky then.  He won’t deny it, a teen who had already been on two shows—including one that went on to win awards—and he had passed an audition at JYPE.  He was destined for greatness and knew it.  It was probably why you putting him and his friends in their place was so refreshing.  He couldn’t remember who had caused it or what had transpired but when you heard his friends comment to yours, the passion you protected them with was amazing.

“Ya” his friend had yelled at you, “don’t you know who he is?”  The boy had said while pointing at Chansung who just smirked.

You smiled so sweetly, your eyes getting big before you deadpanned, “No” and walked away.  Chansung was shocked and couldn’t believe it.  You had on the same uniform as him but you didn’t know nor care who he was.  He can’t understand why he was that surprised thinking back now, you were obviously a foreigner.  Why would you know who he was but he wanted to know more about you and he found you.

You gave him the same reaction, unimpressed.

He hounded you for weeks until you finally agreed to a date and that was all it took.  You wanted to go see Casablanca, a favorite of yours and he would have done anything you wanted.  Then he made the biggest mistake of his life, he let you go.

He wrote to you, everyday.  You never wrote back, did you ever get them?  He watched Rick and Ilsa on the screen, how his love rejected festered into hate and pain not knowing she loved him just as much if not more as the day she left him.

Do you remember me?  Chansung finds himself wondering that often.  Did you know how much he hoped for one of those dramatic scenes from the movies, you running to him in the rain as he kissed you and told you how much it hurt not being with you and the love he held for you still.  He never knew what happened after you both graduated, he became 2PM’s Chansung and was juggling promotions, variety shows and college.  Were you still in Korea or had you gone back home now that you were old enough to leave from under your father’s wing.  You never liked the constant moving of military life, maybe you finally found somewhere to set down roots.  He’d be foolish to think you were single, you had none of the hindrances that he did.  But he hoped against hope you would come back to him, like Ilsa did Rick.

He picked his phone back up as the movie came towards the end.  He searched through his contacts, looking for your name.  Your number probably changed, it had been years but he always programmed your information into his phone.  Letters came back unopened, your father and subsequently you had moved.  He couldn’t track down your friends and ask after you, that would be inviting articles and anonymous posts about his life.

Sighing deeply, Chansung opened your contact, selecting a new message.

Is your number the same as before? Remember me, let’s set the scene. You and me, what could’ve been. Still swimming in a lover’s dream. Still playing on the movie screens.

Chansung deleted all the words he wanted to say and just left a message saying.

We’ll always have Paris...

~ Winter

[cherryjubileecheol]

chansung drabble based on the MUST trailer. warnings: slight spice, chansung in a leather jacket. all lowercase typing.

it was a beautiful night out, and after their date she didn’t want to go home. thankfully, her boyfriend had the same idea, parking somewhere remote. “chansung where are we?” she asked, tilting her head to the side.

“no idea, but it’s perfect out. you can see the stars, i know you like that baby. getting away from all the pollution,” he hummed, opening the door for her and then getting out himself.

she smiled, knowing he remembered something so small about her. despite his reputation as a ‘bad boy’ chansung had never been anything but good to her. “ah, that’s really sweet of you to take me out here,” she hummed, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek.

chansung smiled at the feeling, before turning towards her, a hand on her cheek before he leaned down and kissed her fully. no matter how many times he’d done it, he’d never get used to it. his other hand rested at her hip for a while, before he let it wander. when she didn’t stop him, he lead her back to the car, laying her out in the backseat. “how about we make love under the stars babygirl?”

she nodded, tugging him close by his leather jacket, which was soon forgotten about, strewn across the front seat.

“i love you,” “i love you too,”

[promise-ill-be-blog]

Anticipation (2PM Chansung Scenario)

Admin: Nari

POV: Second (male x female)

Genre: Fluff

A/N: This is more of based in the future (a few years, not several).

Sorrow || Surprise || 

Your heart was on the verge of exploding. He was coming home today after two years, even though it felt much longer. You had only seen him enough times to count on one hand ever since his enlistment and it was only for thirty minutes.

You were so nervous that your hands trembled and you felt cold no matter how high you turned up the heater. The jingling of keys came from the other side of the front door and your heart jumped. The time was an hour later than the estimate you had been given for his arrival, but you brushed it off that he was probably hanging out with some friends and having a beer or two.

The door swung open to reveal his handsome, tired face that remained bright looking. His face lit up with a smile and he left his luggage at the door to catch you in his arms. You hadn’t realized it, but you had ran to him and your chest collided with his in a tight embrace. He set you down firmly on the floor and held your face in his hands, his thumbs rubbing your cheeks and his eyes studying your face, as if to make sure you were real.

“Oh, I missed you so much, baby girl,” he whispered and passionately kissed you. His lips felt and tasted the same, and you eagerly returned the much wanted kiss. “You haven’t changed one bit. You’re still as gorgeous as an angel.”

“And you’re still devilishly handsome.” You pecked his lips and walked over to his luggage. “Let’s get you settled in.” You each grabbed a bag and started unpacking, placing everything into its designated drawer. “How was your time in the military?”

“Eh, it was fine. Made some new friends. Had a few guys ask me if they can get an autograph for their daughter. I can’t really complain, even though there were a few guys that teased me about being an idol. Why is it as hot as Hades in here?”

“Oops... My anxiousness made me feel a little cold.” You chuckled and went over to the thermostat, turning it down to a cooler temperature.

You sat up in bed, excitedly waiting for Chansung to come out of the bathroom and join you in bed. After a few minutes, he came out wearing boxers and a black t-shirt, and his hair still wet from taking a shower. He looked so breathtakingly handsome and his presence made you officially feel at home. Ever since his enlistment, nothing felt quite right.

He chuckled and ran his fingers through his wet locks. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

You shyly giggled and looked away, staring down at your hands. “Sorry, I guess I’m just happy you’re home.”

He crawled beneath the covers with you and pulled you to him so that you looked at him. “I’m happy to be home.” He kissed you and reached over to turn off the lamp. In the dark, both of you got comfortable and snuggled, needing to be near each other. Now that he was with you again, his scent filled your lungs and quickly relaxed you, soon drifting off to sleep.

[prettywordsyouleft]

Hi chelle! Can I request some chansung domestic fluff please, the 2pm comeback is givi by me feeeeels ❤️🙌🏻🥺

Pairing: Hwang Chansung x female reader

Word count: 314

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"Do you have to go to the gym right now?" you asked, and Chansung finished pulling his workout shirt over his head before looking at you. You pouted. "Can't you stay here and help me with the blankets?"

"Blankets?" he echoed, looking at the pile you had pulled out of the washing machine.

"Think of it as a pre-workout," you offered, and with a generous chuckle, Chansung nodded.

"I can help you hang them out before I head out the door."

Except he didn't get out the door. You had task after task on what seemed to be a never-ending list to complete, and somehow he had become a sucker for your hopeful expression each time.

It wasn't until you asked him to help you bring in the dry blankets that he realised you had kept him busy all day long with house chores.

Chansung held up a hand, blinking several times at you. "Hold on a minute."

"Yeah?"

"I haven't been to the gym yet! I was meant to go there at eleven this morning."

Pressing your lips together guiltily, you then beamed brightly. "Look at how clean our apartment is!"

"I'm too tired to go do a circuit now," he lamented with a whine.

"You did more than enough here with me. You worked your arms, core and glutes just fine."

Laughter erupted from him then, and Chansung pulled you into his arms, peppering you in kisses until you were laughing too.

"You never wanted me to go, did you?"

Grinning, you poked his cheek playfully. "I'd still be cleaning if you had."

"Oh, so the concept of two pairs of hands was what you were aiming for, not a romantic day cleaning with your boyfriend, hm?"

"Is there anything romantic about scrubbing the toilet?" you mused, hugging him tightly. "But if there's anyone who can make cleaning look good, it's you."

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My ask box is open for this week’s Chelle Chats!

[sunstormrecs]

ship Bang Chan/Han Jisung | Han

tags Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Trans Male Character, Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Fingering, Trans Han Jisung, Referenced Chan/Changbin and Chan/Changbin/Jisung at the end, 3RACHA are just best friends who fuck sometimes, Service Top Bang Chan

summary

“Changing your name in my phone to PussyDestroyer69, fucking hell,” Jisung wheezes. “What the actual fuck.”

[chrisbangsbf]

Jisung solo (ft. Chan)

Explicit | 900 words

Tags: food play, food fucking, sex toys/fleshlight, masturbation, fantasizing, crack treated seriously, jisung fucks a fleshlight full of mac and cheese and chan is normal about it

twt link | ao3 link

"You're not... actually gonna fuck that, are you?" Chan asks, looking like he has just rolled out of bed even though it's already nearing eight at night.

"With a condom!” Jisung doesn’t hesitate to clarify. “I don't want some weird UTI."

"That's… not what I meant," Chan sighs, exasperated yet fond. He just can't help it with Jisung, that’s his baby. His baby that regularly gives him new grey hairs to worry about, but his baby nonetheless. 

"You can't tell me you aren't curious," Jisung teases, carefully pouring the freshly made sauce in with his noodles. It looks absolutely delicious after mixing everything together, so he takes an experimental bite as he makes eye contact with Chan. Ever the button-pusher.

Chan blinks several times in quick succession, eyeing the pot with what looks like both disgust and curiosity. And he continues to watch as Jisung pointedly hums and sucks the excess cheese from his spoon. 

"Not that curious," the elder chuckles, a little awkward as he gestures toward the clear fleshlight sleeve sitting on the kitchen counter between them. Jisung has no shame, especially at home, and something about that is just… way hotter than it should be.

"Well," Jisung shrugs. "You only live once, hyung," he says wisely, popping the lid off the fleshlight and scooping macaroni into it as if he's doing something as innocuous as folding laundry. Chan wants to pick his brain. And maybe watch this tomfoolery unfold, but that’s another matter entirely. 

"So, that means you should fuck a fleshlight full of pasta just because some ramdom porn star said it felt good?" Chan can't help but laugh. He doesn't really know why he's surprised, to be honest. It's the exact kind of thing he should expect from Jisung after living with him for so many years and having to hear all about his weird sexcapades in explicit detail.

"Why shouldn't I fuck a fleshlight full of pasta to see if it's really as good as people say?" Jisung joins in on the laughter, shaking the toy around to get the noodles distributed as evenly as he can. He seems pretty excited about this. 

Chan shakes his head and takes a bottle of water from the fridge, hovering a few feet away like he isn’t quite sure how to leave. "Well, you go do that.” He makes a step toward the hallway. “I'm gonna be–" he pauses, trying his absolute best to not imagine Jisung's cock squelching as he fucks into this abomination, "uh, somewhere else, doing something totally normal."

“Your loss!” Jisung’s shouts, watching as Chan hurridly slips into his bedroom and closes the door. 

It’s somehow a whole lot goopier than he thought it would be. And he definitely should have let it cool down a little more first before sticking his dick inside, but well. He was too impatient, okay? 

The first few thrusts feel very much like– well, like he’s fucking mac and cheese, honestly. Which he quickly finds to not be such a bad thing. The thick sauce coats his cock immediately and makes the slide pretty pleasant, and the noodles make way for his cockhead easily, opening up and closing back around him with each thrust. 

It’s interesting, really, how good it actually feels. He looks down and watches his length slide in and out of the toy, fascinated by how quickly he thinks he can come from this. Biting his lip, he fucks the toy down his length faster, a little deeper until the noodles are spilling out and making his balls messy. The sound of it is obscene– truly, as they say, like the wettest pussy he can imagine. 

He closes his eyes for a moment, tilting his head back to moan. As much as he enjoys solo play, he can’t help but imagine a certain pair of plush lips wrapped around him instead. Having his hand in a head of curly hair, a tongue there to lick every drop of sauce off his cock, shiny brown eyes looking up at him as he fucks their face and cums thick stripes over their wide nose and dimples. 

Jisung braces himself against the sink, furiously moving the toy up and down until his legs start shaking. Macaroni noodles fall out around him onto the floor, but he couldn’t care less, fucking deep into the mess and coming with the smell of cheese in his nose and his hyung’s name on his lips.

When Jisung walks out of his room later to dump the destroyed mac and cheese out of his fleshlight and into the garbage disposal, he finds Chan back in the kitchen. Sitting at the counter, eating a bowl of cereal. His ears are blood red. 

There’s no way he didn’t hear. 

Smirking, and naked except for his underwear, Jisung leans against the sink and makes eye contact with him. 

Chan looks away quickly and clears his throat, probably half because he’s embarrassed and half because he doesn’t want to choke on his raisin bran. “So, um. How was it?” 

Jisung laughs quietly, stepping right up next to him and stretching both arms above his head. Without looking, he knows Chan glances at his stomach, at his little waist. 

Bending down, mouth next to Chan’s ear, he chuckles, much lower than it had been earlier. “You should have came and watched, hyung. If you were that curious.”

[darktimesdarkvibes]

I wanna get like at least 15 more words worth of ideas on my Chansung post and then the 2PM yandere series will be complete!

I’m thinking of opening requests for drabbles or one-shots or other shorter content (like MTLs) for them after I’m done. Would that interest anyone? I can’t guarantee that everything would get written since I have a job and there may be some things I can’t “figure out”, but I would love to have an input of ideas from people

[i-would-rather-be-queen]

One day you'll kill me with thoses puppies pics... You already killed me a few(a lot more than a few, lets face it) times with your writing... For so long I come here, but never have the guts to show up... Really, you are awesome! Be save, be health, be happy, keep going, stay as you are, urgh! I really love here! Sorry about my english, and ... Yeah! You go girl!

Hi! I’m so glad you decided to say hello! Please don’t ever feel nervous to send something in, I’m a harmless fluff ball. Plus your english is just fine, so don’t worry.^^ I’m pleased my writing gives you feels and that you find this a happy place, that means a lot. *hugs* Thank you for being here and reaching out. 

hi, I’ve never actually interact w anyone from tumblr but i just had to. Yesterday (and other days before lol) i spent hours reading your stories and they’re all amazing ✨i love each and every single one of em. sending out some love cause your writings always made my day regardless how many times i actually read again haha. I have this urge to request but idk what even to request lol cause everything you do is just so good. Hope you have a great day :) - k✨

Wow, thank you! I’m honored you’d pick me to talk to and that you’ve spent so much time reading my stories. And rereading them too no less. *eeeeeee! happy happy* Thank you for the love, it’s very encouraging. I’ve been doing some research on various things lately so hopefully I will put out some stories you’ll enjoy. And if you think of something to request feel free to send it in. <3

Aaaah… Hwang Chansung. Scrolling through the pictures I was nodding approvingly like yep, that’s my 2pm bias🔥(the second one is Taec :D this dork). Thank youuu for sharing these pics🙏🏻(I like pain, you know😉). Also, I’m thankful to Koala anon🐨for all 2pm requests(is this okay?) Love you, my favorite writer���Your Aries anon🐑    

*hugs* Hello my lovely Aries anon! I’m happy you liked the pics! It was a painful process to put them together (and even more so for Taec who will post tomorrow). I’m very torn between the two as to who my actual bias is. First it was Taec and Chansung was the bias wrecker. But they’ve both been on equal footing for a while now. What’s a Hottest to do? And I’m sure Koala anon appreciates you supporting the pic spams too! <3

Hi, I sent you a message before but I don’t think it sent. I hope your fine and everything’s cool. I just wanted to say your writing is so wonderful and heartfelt and just plain beautiful. If you don’t mind and if you’re not too busy, I wanted to request an expansion of the random affection drabble with Hyuk *hides behind pillow*. Sorry if you’re busy. (p.s you’re awesome)

*Drags you out from behind the pillow* No hiding necessary! I’m not scary I promise.^^ Yes I did get your request I just haven’t added it to the list yet. It may not happen right away, it just kind of depends when I get an idea but I’ll try. You’re always free to ask if I’ve received something or even just to say hi. And thank you so much for seeing the heart I put in my writing, I really strive for that. *hugs*

[blu-joons]

Silent Treatment ~ Hwang Chansung

Your eyes didn’t so much look in the direction of the living room as you came home from work, knowing that your daughter and Chansung were in there. You were silent, knowing that they were staring across at you too.

“Y/N?” Chansung called out, glancing through the door, only to watch you walk straight through and make your way up the stairs. He flinched as the bedroom door slammed shut a few moments later, holding onto your daughter.

Her expression dropped as soon as the door banged too, shuffling in Chansung’s lap so that she could look up at him. He could see the confusion in her eyes, without a clue as to what was going on between you both.

“Where did she go?” Your daughter asked him, staring up at the staircase you walked up.

Chansung weakly smiled across at her, brushing his hands through her hair to tuck it behind her ear, “mummy went up to bed, I think she’s a bit tired. She had a busy morning shouting at me this morning because I made a mistake.”

Her eyes instantly went wide, “did you upset her? Is that why she went?”

His head nodded shamefully in reply to her question, “I don’t think she wants to be with me right now, she’s still a little angry.”

Chansung had hoped for the sake of your daughter you would come home with a hint of a smile on your face, but instead he had been left with nothing. He couldn’t blame you, but it was your daughter that he felt sorry for the most.

“Do you think that she might come down soon?” She then asked, but Chansung could only shrug in reply. “Will she really stay up there all night long without us?”

“I’m sure she won’t,” he tried to assure her.

As her eyes continued to stare up helplessly at him, Chansung knew he couldn’t leave things forever. It was bad enough for him knowing that you were upset but seeing your daughter’s pout made things ten times worse for him.

“Shall I go and see if I can get her to come back down?” Chansung asked her, “I think it’s about time that I apologise properly to her for what happened earlier, don’t you think?”

The moment he asked the question, her eyes lit up, nodding her head rapidly, slapping against Chansung’s arms to get him to hurry up and move.

“You have to bring mummy down,” she scolded him, “if you don’t come back down with mummy then I’m going to stop talking to you too like mummy is.”

“I wouldn’t want both my girls not talking to me.”

Your daughter’s head nodded, pointing to the stairs, “you have to go and get her, and then we’ll both talk to you, and we can all play down here together.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll get her.”

Chansung lifted your daughter out of his lap, moving her back onto the floor where her box of toys sat. Once he was sure that she was alright, he stood up and began to make his way over to the stairs, creeping all the way up to your bedroom.

As he opened up the door, Chansung noticed your back facing him as you scrolled through your phone. There was no reaction from you as he walked in either, waiting until the bed dipped to let go of a sigh in response to his presence.

“I don’t want us to carry this on any longer,” Chansung sighed, resting his hand against your leg, “can’t we just move on now?”

You slowly rolled across onto your side so that you were face to face with Chansung, staring blankly across at him. The smallest of smiles was on his face as he looked down at you, relieved to just make a start on putting things right.

Chansung knew that he’d make a mistake, several in fact. When your argument started small, things were fine, but then his frustrations grew more and more until eventually he found himself blowing up, over something that was nothing.

You usually tried to forget about arguments for the sake of your daughter, you never wanted for her to see the two of you angry at each other. But the things that Chansung had said to you were things that you just couldn’t ignore, he had blown up over nothing, insulted you a lot more than he had done before, and left you stunned as he made his way to the studio that morning without even a goodbye.

“I know that I’ve got to stop blowing up over nothing and grow up a bit,” Chansung admitted, smiling weakly across at you, “I can’t blame you for still not speaking to me, I would do the same if I was in your position, I said some horrible things to you this morning.”

“I just don’t understand what set you off like that, over the washing up of all things.”

His shoulders shrugged in reply, the truth was he didn’t have an explanation for what had gone on. The worst thing of all was that he knew he’d promised to do the washing up, and therefore you had every reason to be angry when you saw that it hadn’t been done.

“Things have just been getting under my skin, and eventually it was you who suffered the brunt of it. I wish that I had a proper justification for what I had done, but I really want to make it up to you and prove to you that I am a good husband for you.”

“You know that you’re a great husband Chansung, we all have our moments every now and then,” you reminded him.

His head nodded, reaching across to rest his hand over the top of yours. “I shouldn’t bring trouble at work home, I should be here for you and for Y/D/N and make sure that we can be a proper family together, without any arguments.”

You knew that he had been having a hard time at work, you’d heard him come home in the early hours many times from recordings or leaving early in the morning when he had to get ready for interviews or photoshoots.

“Rather than yell, why don’t you talk to me, or us,” you suggested, “however stressed you are, Y/D/N should always be a reason for you to smile.”

“And she is,” Chansung assured you, glancing down at the stairs where he knew your daughter would be, “which is the reason why I knew I had to come up and speak to you, because I couldn’t leave her pouting downstairs any longer.”

It was almost as if her ears were burning, as the two of you caught a pair of eyes sneaking up from a few steps up, making sure that the two of you were talking, without any raised voices between you both.

“Are you friends?” She enquired, creeping up a few more steps as you spotted her.

Chansung nodded back at her, “don’t worry, everyone is friends now, and I think we’re coming down to play too, if you want us too?”

“Yeah!” She cheered, running across and jumping on the bed, “mummy, will you come and play with us? Daddy is rubbish at playing in my café.”

“Of course, I’ll show him how it’s done.”

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Masterlist

[prettywordsyouleft]

Saturday Drabbles Archive #4

Every Saturday during Chelle Chats I write drabbles for various idols. You can find from January - December 2021 in this masterlist. The newest drabbles are on top.

DEC

4/12; Changkyun

NOV

20/11; Brian | Kyungsoo | Jaebum | Jinyoung

6/11; Minhyuk (MONSTA X) | Kyungsoo | Kihyun | Minhyuk (BTOB) | Brian | Hongseok

SEP

4/9; Park Jinyoung: 1 | 2 | Lee Minhyuk | Taemin | Taecyeon

AUG

21/8; Jackson

7/8; Yongguk | Baekhyun | S Coups | Kyungsoo

JUL

24/7; Shownu | Kihyun | JinJin | Lee Know | Brian | Hoshi | Jae

10/7; Brian | Hyungwon

3/7; Chansung | WinWin | Minhyuk

JUN

26/6; Hyungsik | Yongguk | Jinjin

19/6; Wonpil

13/6; Jooheon | Chanyeol | Sungjae

5/6; Minhyuk | Jun

MAY

29/5; Hyunsik | Kihyun | Mark | Jinyoung

22/5; Xiumin

APRIL

3/ 4; Baekhyun | Dowoon | Rowoon | Hoshi

MARCH

27/3; Moonbin | Kihyun | Park Jinyoung

13/3; Jaebum | Choi Youngjae | Suho | Hongjoong | Park Jinyoung | Sungjin | Moonbin

6/3; Bang Chan | Jaebum | Seonghwa | MJ | Jeonghan

FEBRUARY

27/2; Mark Tuan | Choi Minho | Suho | Chanyeol

20/2; Taeyong | Jaebum

6/2; Jaebum | BamBam | Optional Bias

JANUARY

30/1; Kyungsoo | Kihyun

23/1; Jung Yunho

16/1; Yuta | Park Jinyoung | Jung Yunho | Wonpil | Suho | Jaehyun

2/1; Jackson | Choi Youngjae | Mark Tuan | Park Jinyoung | Jongho

[sunstormrecs]

ship Bang Chan/Han Jisung | Han

tags Sex Pollen, Drabble, One Shot, Humor

summary Chan sniffed the fuck flowers. The next person he saw was Jisung. Felix thinks this is hilarious.

[libraryofkpop]

Hi there! So happy to see that you write for 2PM! How would they confess to someone they've had a crush on for a while? Thank you!!

(½ 2pm confessions) author's note: I can’t think of one for Jun.k and Wooyoung right now. So here is the first part of 2pm confessions, I didn’t want to keep you waiting my lovely anon! Hope this is okay____

Chansung:

Chansung is definitely a classy guy, He’d take you out for a meal at a restaurant, not the usual time like you always go to - High class and it’d leave you confused, He’s pass it off as wanting a change but halfway through dinner you’d be laughing about something and he’d take your hand gently, “(y/n), there’s something I need to tell you” He’d pause, loving the way your head tilted “Oh god, what’s happened” He’d quickly laugh and say something like “I like you, I have for a while, I wanted to ask if you’d do the honour of being my girlfriend” When you said yes, that beautiful grin spreading on your face he’d take your hand and brush his lips against the knuckles. 

“You’ve made me the happiest man alive” 

Nichkhun: 

Fight me on this, with Nichkhun it would definitely be a spur of the moment type of thing, depending on how long he’d be holding out telling you, he’d be joking with you and laughing and he’d be admiring your face and the way you’d throw your head back, or the way you can’t control your hand movements and you’d be hitting your knee or something, he’d come out with “I really like you” It’d take you of guard of cause, with a “I like you too” and he’d move in close and be like “… no, i really like you” and oh, oh okay, you’d begin blushing and you’d simply say “I like you too” with a giggling in your voice as he pulled you into a sweet kiss. 

Junho:

I feel like this dude is a movie guy, so he’ll have this big night planned out for you both watching your favorite movies - He’ll have junk food and your favorite drinks and your favorite everything tbh, i feel like he’d make a little fort or something in the main room so you guys could lay there together. I feel like he’d tell you just as the couple on screen are about to confess their undying love for each other.

“-Huh?” you ask, mouth filled with popcorn. 

“I said… I like you” he grinned, heart swelling as your jaw dropped and a couple of unchewed popcorn fell out. “God you’re so cute” he’d chuckle, kissing you and you happily returned the popcorn kiss. 

Taecyeon:

Walk in the park then straight after to a coffee shop. That would be the scene he’d decide to confess his feelings to you, honestly you can all fight me on this one as well. I feel like he’s this stupid sweetheart and he’d just want to spend time with you talking about nothing and everything. You bet your ass he’d end up confessing near the lake, hand in hand, staring at your features as you watched the water in amazement.

“You’re beautiful” he’d manage to say, smiling at your confused face as a small blush covered your cheeks.

“Not to bad yourself” you tried to hide your face, a giggly tone in your voice as he simply smiled at you in complete awe. 

“Well then, I guess we’d make a good couple” he laughed, watching your face still as he pressed a very sweet, tender kiss to your lips. 

[chrisbangsbf]

Chan/Jisung

Explicit | 820 words

Tags and Warnings: trans male character, trans jisung, friends with benefits, cunnilingus, sexual dysfunction from ssri's, healthy communication

AO3 link

"You close?"

It's been well over thirty minutes now, maybe even forty. Not that he thinks Chan minds. The dude could eat pussy for hours and have no complaints whatsoever (and probably come untouched in his pants from it too, to be honest) ��� Jisung knows from experience. But the sensitive little ah ah ah's that have been getting drawn out of him are not sounds of impending orgasm.

Jisung should be close – he should have already came by now, a couple times even, and it's beyond frustrating that he hasn't. That he can't. He wants to kick his legs and beg and scream and maybe pull his hair out, but he knows it would be useless. 

Chan is amazing at everything he does, and that includes using his tongue. It's felt so good the entire time, and Chan is so hot like this, it's completely unfair. His cock is absolutely throbbing, hot and slick under Chan's tongue, worked to the very edge over and over but never quite teetering over the edge. It's like heaven and hell have overlapped.

Taking a deep breath, Jisung dejectedly cards a hand through Chan's hair and sighs, "Actually, it's starting to hurt a little bit."

Chan immediately stops, pulling back with round, puppy eyes and swollen, shiny lips. "Oh, I didn't realize you already came," he says, half a smirk on his face. He gently reaches out to thumb over Jisung's cock like he's apologizing to it, but it makes him shudder violently. "I thought you were into overstim, though. I mean, you should have made me stop if you weren't into it." He frowns.

It's been a while since they've hooked up, schedules clashing and whatnot, so Jisung can't blame him for not knowing. He hasn't really brought it up to anyone besides his therapist.

"Oh. I uh... I didn't cum," he admits, hand going to lay flat on his stomach, the roiling boil of heat behind it turning to a more tolerable simmer now that Chan's laying his cheek against his thigh.

Chan's brows furrow in concern. Jisung doesn't want him to be insecure, to think his inability to cum has anything to do with him, so as soon as the other opens his mouth to ask what he's sure will be something like did I do anything wrong? Jisung speaks up again.

"Don't worry, hyung, you haven't suddenly lost your god-tier tongue abilities," he reassures. Chan grins his dopey little grin as he breathes a sigh of relief. Jisung laughs softly, face and ears still red. From both pleasure and frustration.

"Then... what's wrong?"

It's kind of amusing, having this conversation with Chan's chin wet and his whole crotch just out in the open like this, but it comes out easier than he expected. "I should have warned you this could happen," Jisung rubs his face and sits up against the pillows. "My antidepressants. They uh, sorta um, give me sexual dysfunction? Like, sometimes it's pretty much impossible to come." And he does mean impossible – not even with his vibrator on his favorite setting.

It takes Chan a second to respond, but when he does, it's a huffed, "Dude, that fucking sucks." And it would probably sound insincere from anyone else, but Chan snuggles up to his side and looks every bit as understanding as Jisung figured he would be.

He's not sure why there had been a sense of shame he felt over this. Chan's been off and on medication the entire time he's known him, he almost certainly has experience with the same thing.

"Yeah, well," Jisung lets Chan wrap an arm around his waist and bury his face in the crook of his neck, "it's either be able to come easily yet feel like killing myself, or be semi stable and not be able to come sometimes."

"I felt that," he mumbles, threading their fingers together on Jisung's stomach. "Are they helping, at least?"

Jisung turns his head and lays his cheek against Chan's hair. "I think so, yeah."

"Then it's definitely worth it."

The room grows quiet then, save for Chan's playlist moving through songs that are almost tipping into the cringe-sexy category.

And after a few moments, Chan lifts his head and asks, tone sincere, "Did you enjoy yourself?"

Jisung smiles, rolling his eyes playfully. "God, yes." Chan perks up like a puppy, invisible tail wagging as he shakes a fist happily above them. He's precious. "Just because I didn't come doesn't mean I didn't love fucking that pretty face of yours."

"Yeah?" Chan teases, wiggling his eyebrows and biting his lip. Jisung flicks his slick-tacky nose and watches it crinkle up – his breath still smells like Jisung too, and he can feel just how hard he still is, pressed up against his hip.

"You know what else I'd love?" Jisung kisses him briefly. "If you got my strap and let me see you ride me."