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oneshot | let me take care of you

pairing: sub!chan x reader

genre: smut

warnings: sub!chan overstimulation, praise kink, aftercare, soft dom 

word count: 905

masterlist: A-Side (texts) | B-Side (written)

He barely makes it through the door. Chan drops his bag in the entryway like it weighs more than his entire body, feet dragging sluggishly across the hardwood. His hoodie sleeves are pushed halfway up his forearms, exposing veiny hands that tremble slightly from exhaustion. Even his voice is weak when he calls out, “Baby?”

You’re already there, meeting him halfway, arms wrapping around his waist.

“Hi, my love,” you murmur into his chest. He melts into your touch immediately, the familiar scent of home and you wrapping around him like a blanket. You feel the way he shudders, just a bit, how tightly wound he is, still buzzing with post-tour adrenaline but so, so worn out.

He leans into you more than he stands. “Missed you,” he whispers, voice hoarse.

“I know,” you say softly, stroking the back of his head, guiding him toward the bedroom. “Let me take care of you tonight, yeah? You don’t have to do anything, just let go. Missed my boy”

He nods against your shoulder, and you feel the tension in his muscles start to unravel the moment you help him sit on the bed.

You peel the hoodie off slowly, pressing kisses to every inch of exposed skin, his collarbones, the curve of his shoulder, the slope of his neck. He shivers and blushes all at once, already so sensitive after weeks of sleeping in stiff hotel beds and living out of a suitcase. You push him down gently, climbing over him with a smile that says you’ve got him now.

“You’ve been so good,” you whisper, and he keens under the praise. “Worked so hard, baby. I missed you so much.”

His breath hitches when you straddle his thighs and run your palms up his stomach under his shirt. You don’t rush, he deserves more than that. He deserves to be worshipped. You take your time undressing him, every layer kissed away like it’s sacred. He’s trembling by the time you reach his boxers, eyes glassy, lips bitten pink.

“Already hard,” you murmur, glancing down. “You really missed me that much?”

Chan blushes to his ears, nodding quickly. “Y-yeah, fuck, I thought about you every night.”

“I know. I could feel it, baby.” You kiss his thighs, suck little marks into the tender skin there, and he moans, hips twitching. “But you don’t have to beg tonight. I’m gonna give you everything.”

You’re slow and steady when you take him in your mouth, letting your lips and tongue worship him like he’s something precious. He’s already whining, eyes screwed shut, fingers curled in the sheets. He sounds just absolutely wrecked.

“Mmh… Please, please don’t stop”

“I’m not stopping, sweetheart,” you coo, pulling off just long enough to stroke him with your hand. “I want you to come as many times as your body can take, okay?”

His eyes flutter open, full of panic and desperate need. “I-I can’t, baby, I haven’t even-!”

You suck him back in with a hum, and he cries, just a little. It’s all too much, too good. He’s been aching for you for weeks, and now you’re wrapped around him, gentle and relentless, dragging him toward the edge with nothing but lips and love.

He comes quickly. You don’t even have to try hard, you stroke his trembling thighs and tell him how good he’s doing, and it hits him like a wave. You let him come down gently, kissing his softening length, whispering praise into his flushed skin.

But you don’t stop, you press more kisses up his body, climb back over him, and grind softly against his cock as it twitches back to life. “You can give me another, babyboy,” you murmur, cupping his cheek. “You’re so good for me.”

He’s still hazy, but his hips buck, chasing more friction. “Y-Yes, please, anything,”

You stroke him slowly, whispering encouragement into his ear, your other hand rubbing gentle circles over his chest, his stomach, his throat. He’s already overstimulated, eyes rolling back, little sobs spilling from his lips, but he loves it. He loves being taken care of. Being wanted this much. He's missed it.

By the second orgasm, he’s trembling uncontrollably, and there are tears leaking from the corners of his eyes. “Too much- ‘s too much!” he sobs, but his cock’s still twitching in your hand.

“You’re doing so well,” you whisper, wiping his tears with your thumb. “Just one more, babyboy. One more and I’ll hold you all night. You can do that for me, can’t you?”

He nods through his whimpers, biting his lip, holding onto you like a lifeline. You guide him through it slowly, soft touches, gentle jerks, kisses on his cheeks and temples, and when he comes again, it’s with a long, drawn-out moan, hips jerking and whole body clenching.

You stroke his hair and press your lips to his forehead as he starts to go boneless under you. “That’s it. My good boy. All done now.”

His breathing’s uneven, but his heart’s steady against your chest when you pull him close, wrapping the sheets around both of you.

You clean him up with quiet care, rub his back as he shakes it off, and whisper praise into his skin until his eyes finally shut.

“Thank you,” he mumbles against your collarbone, voice small and broken from pleasure. 

You smile, fingers threading through his sweat-damp hair. “I’ll always take care of you, baby.”

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this video got me inexplicably hard (I am a human female)

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SAW FINE SHYT IN A SPEEDO

saw my crush in a swimsuit and he has a birth mark on his chest

like fuck bro I wanna kiss it and tell him how strong he is so bad

😛😛😛

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BANG CHAN ⋮ dominATE SEATTLE — 250524 (© yebbagel on tiktok)

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is he lebron James tf

The contrast between the cute camera shot vs him jumping on stage... Huh

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hair! smile! arms!

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Freakyracha as always with my husband. 🐺🥟😈

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CHRISTOPHER HOLY FUCK

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god, this is the hottest, most perfect smut story I’ve ever read when it comes to the body worship kink. I see so many body worship fics where it’s one of the members making the reader feel good about their body and while it’s fine to insert your personal experiences and desires into a story, it’s so uncommon to find one where it’s the member being praised.

like god yes give me a fic where chan can sit back, de-stress, be cared for, and feel pleasure like bro YESSSSS

Body worship with bang chan? Like just making him lay bare on the bed and you kissing every inch of him? Like the biceps, the dimples, the chest, the abs? And that eventually leads to a really soft and fluffy sex? (I need bang chan so bad😭)

보여줄게 heaven

AN: literally giggling, twirling my hair cuz I love Bangchan so much. Soft Channie :')

Mentions of body worship, slight subspace, tooth rotting fluff, stressed Channie, soft sex, mentions of not using a condom

Soft Bangchan who is super stressed. He spends hours in the studio, cursing over his work, wondering why he can't get any of his lyrics to make sense. You're worrying about him as always. He's good at telling you that he appreciates you.

Soft Bangchan who eventually just breaks down crying into your neck, so stressed that his body shuts down in overstimulation. You put your arms around him and he's gripping the fabric of your clothes, you gently coo at him, whispering sweet nothings until his tears eventually slow down. You put his face into your hands before kissing his forehead, down his nose, to his lips and down to his jaw, neck, throat. In response, his shoulders fall and he exhales slowly.

"My pretty" You whisper against his hot skin as you place open-mouthed lips across his neck and down his chest. "(Name).." he trails ofand up place a finger on his lips. His hands wander down your waist, to your hips. His grip on your hips tightens, fingers pressing into your skin as if you’re the only thing keeping him grounded. His body is trembling—subtle, but undeniable. His breath, hot and uneven, fans across your skin as he leans into you, no longer holding himself up but allowing himself to be held.

You feel the way his chest stutters against yours, muscles tight beneath your palms. Every shudder, every slow, hiccupped breath tells you how deeply the weight of everything has settled onto him. His body, once tense and coiled, now slackens under your touch. His shoulders, once squared in an attempt to hold himself together, finally slump as you run your fingers along his back, soothing away the tension knot by knot.

His fingers twitch against your sides, no longer gripping but simply holding, feeling. You trail your fingers up, weaving them into his hair, nails scratching lightly at his scalp. He exhales again, this time slower, deeper, like he’s finally allowing himself to breathe.

His fingers dig into you, a silent plea for more contact, as if he can't bear the distance between you. He whines again, a soft sound that sends a shiver down your spine, his chest rising and falling with anticipation.

You shift, moving to straddle his lap more comfortably, and slowly, sensually, you begin to slide your shorts down, throwing them to the floor, leaving you in nothing but the soft glow of the dim light around you. His breath hitches as his eyes trace the curve of your body, drinking in the sight of you. His hands, now shaky, slide up your sides, memorizing the smoothness of your skin as if he’s afraid to let go. Leaning down, you kiss him gently, letting your lips linger on his. The kiss is slow, soft—a contrast to the electric tension building between you. You feel him melt into it, his hands gripping your hips tighter, pulling you closer, urging you to deepen the kiss.

As the kiss breaks, you keep your forehead pressed against his, your breaths mingling. His eyes are closed, lips parted as he lets out a soft, almost desperate sound. His hands trace down your spine, pulling you back toward him, and you can feel his heart pounding under your touch, in sync with your own.

You gently take his cock into your hands before slowly jerking him off as you line him up with your entrance and slowly sinking down. You lean over to grab another pillow and motion for Chan to sit up, placing it under his back. He moans softly as you begun rolling your hips against him. His cock teasing every curve of your warm pussy. Drops of swet rolling down his neck and over his collar bone. He gets a ounce of courage as he sits up moving you onto the sheets instead of him, entering you again as he leans down to kiss you. Arms wrapping around you as he roll his hips slow and deep.

"My pretty.." he trail off as you moan softly. He whines as he feel his orgasm appraching rather quickly than usual. You nod in response as he cums, whining against your throat. He moves to his side, spooning you as he reaches in front of you, thumb moving slowly against your clit. Sleepiness seeping through his body.

Songs I listened to HEAVEN - TAEMIN, MOONSTRUCK - ENHYPEN, CITY LIFE - BIBI, HYPNOSIS - TAEMIN, TUMBLR GIRLS -G.EAZY

SORRY FOR CUTTING IT SO SHORT BUT I CRASHED OUT IN THE MIDDLE OMG AND I FORGOT I HAD THIS IN MY DRAFTS

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SKZ HEADCANONS

Stray Kids And Their Styles Of Submission (OT8)

DOMINANCE>>

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🍒 Chan – The Reluctant Obedience

Type: Hates giving up control—until you make him. Submitting to you is an act of complete trust. He’s serious, trembling, desperate under your touch.

Submission Style: Breathless praise junkie, needs verbal reassurance. Once he’s beneath you, he doesn’t hold back. Grinds up into your hand, pleads with his eyes, pants “Please don’t stop” like he’s falling apart.

You Break Him When: You straddle him, pin his arms, and tell him he doesn’t get to come yet.

🍒 Lee Know – The Defiant Brat Sub

Type: Rolls his eyes while obeying, but you see how red his ears get. Pushes back just enough to get punished, then moans through every second of it.

Submission Style: Bites his lip, talks back even as you’ve got him whimpering. Loves being told he’s not as tough as he thinks. His orgasm face? Completely ruined.

You Break Him When: You sit on his face with no warning and hold his head down while he’s whining, loving every second.

🍒 Changbin – The Power Sub

Type: Big muscles, soft obedience. He doesn’t beg—but he’ll do whatever you say with zero hesitation. He loves giving you control and watching you take it.

Submission Style: Grunts, groans, forehead pressed to your shoulder as you ride him. Needs your hands on him, grounding him while you pull every sound from his chest.

You Break Him When: You whisper, “I’ve got you Bunny. Let go.” while his thighs are shaking and he finally lets himself come.

🍒 Hyunjin – The Pretty Plaything

Type: Surrenders like it’s an art form. Gets off on being handled, dressed up, made pretty, made to feel. Craves your attention, even when you’re being cruel.

Submission Style: Soft moans, flushed skin, legs trembling as he begs to come. Will cry from overstimulation and still say “Again?” like it’s a gift.

You Break Him When: You ride him slowly, whispering how good he looks ruined just for you, and don’t let him touch you back.

🍒 Han Jisung – The Meltdown Sub

Type: Loud, messy, reactive. He melts under praise, and cries if you ignore him too long. He’ll go from cocky to sobbing in ten minutes flat.

Submission Style: Whines your name, begs with no shame, loses his mind when you edge him. Humps into nothing if you tease him long enough. The audio? Obscene.

You Break Him When: You take his hands away, make him keep them behind his back, and say “Be a good boy and take it.”

🍒 Felix – The Silent Surrender

Type: He’s still, quiet, aching. Barely says a word, but you can feel the tension vibrating under his skin. Deep voice cracks only when he’s completely gone.

Submission Style: Bites his lip, moans low and broken. Loves to be used—especially if you ride him while holding his jaw, forcing his eyes open.

You Break Him When: You tell him he’s not allowed to touch you—he has to just watch while you get yourself off on him.

🍒 Seungmin – The Controlled Crumble

Type: Always sarcastic, even when he’s naked and shaking. But there’s this exact moment when he goes silent—then it’s over. That’s when he’s really yours.

Submission Style: Still and tense, until you take the reins and make him fall apart. Chokes on moans, tries not to beg, but always ends up whispering “Please” when it counts.

You Break Him When: You edge him twice then whisper “You can’t hold out forever, Minnie. You’re mine now.”

🍒 Jeongin – The Secret Submissive

Type: Hides it behind cocky smiles—but he wants to be ruined. Wants to be told what to do, put in his place, made to whimper.

Submission Style: Handsy and bratty at first, but turns into a moaning mess when you pin him down and ride him hard. He loves being bossed around—especially when you call him out.

You Break Him When: You grab his throat, whisper “So much for being cocky, huh?” and don’t let him finish until he begs properly.

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A/N: Requests for ONLY headcanons are open for now. Please note that I prefer to respond to non anonymous requests, cause I’m pretty serious about minors not interacting with me 🍒

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SKZ HEADCANONS

Stray Kids And Their Styles Of Dominance (OT8)

SUBMISSION>>

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🔥 Chan – The Overwhelming One

Type: Control freak in the bedroom. He’s the type to whisper “Don’t hold back, baby. Let me hear everything.”

Kinks: Praise, edging, light bondage (especially with your wrists tied above your head), overstimulation, heavy eye contact.

Energy: Sweaty, breathy, emotional sex. Will ruin you gently over hours and then apologize with a kiss and go again.

Power Move: Pulls your legs over his shoulders and says, “You can take one more for me, right?”—even when you’re already shaking.

🔥 Lee Know – The Mean Tease

Type: Sarcastic, controlled, cruel with love. He likes seeing you squirm, blush, beg.

Kinks: Degradation (light to medium), orgasm denial, spanking, mirror sex, pet names used mockingly —“Good girl? You think that was good?”.

Energy: Slow and precise. The kind of man who’ll edge you for an hour and finish in 5 minutes just to make a point.

Power Move: Makes you say exactly what you want, in humiliating detail, before giving it to you—if at all.

🔥 Changbin – The Powerhouse

Type: Cocky and physical. Wants to wreck you but also make you feel worshipped while doing it.

Kinks: Breeding kink, hair pulling, size kink (he knows), possessive dirty talk.

Energy: Grunts in your ear and pins your wrists above your head while whispering, “Who’s making you feel this good, huh?”

Power Move: Picking you up mid-thrust and fucking you against a wall like it’s nothing.

🔥 Hyunjin – The Sensual Sadist

Type: Loves slow, passionate teasing—then suddenly flips the switch. Touch-starved, but dangerous.

Kinks: Sensory play (ice, silk, blindfolds), choking, begging, body worship (both ways).

Energy: Eye contact that makes you melt. He’ll cry during sex and still wreck your soul.

Power Move: Makes you cry from a mix of pleasure and overstimulation, then kisses your tears away while still inside you.

🔥 Han Jisung – The Filthy Flirt

Type: Playful, chaotic, dangerously quick to turn serious. Always ready. Talks dirty like he was born for it.

Kinks: Exhibitionism, roleplay, oral fixation, mutual masturbation, audio/phone sex.

Energy: Gets off on how loud you get, how messy it becomes. Laughs while fucking you like a demon.

Power Move: Makes you come in public—without touching you—by whispering exactly what he’ll do later.

🔥 Felix – The Quiet Menace

Type: Soft voice, not soft in bed. Looks sweet while being filthy. Low-voiced dirty talk will destroy you.

Kinks: Voice kink (his and yours), praise, cockwarming, thigh riding, lowkey dom aftercare.

Energy: Says “You’re doing so well for me, sweetheart” while ruining you from behind, hand in your hair.

Power Move: Makes you ride him while he leans back, hands behind his head, smirking like the devil.

🔥 Seungmin – The Sarcastic Threat

Type: Cold, slow-burning dominance. Mean, dry humor during sex. Gets meaner when he’s horny.

Kinks: Brat taming, overstimulation, verbal degradation, rough missionary, hand over your mouth.

Energy: “Were you this needy earlier when you were pretending not to care?” before fucking the attitude out of you.

Power Move: Laughs at how loud you’re getting, then says “Guess I’ll have to go deeper, huh?”

🔥 Jeongin – The Hidden Weapon

Type: Sweet-smiling menace. Doesn’t seem dangerous—until he’s got you pinned and crying.

Kinks: Power play, teasing dom, face fucking, manhandling, thigh grabbing, jealousy sex.

Energy: The kind of guy who’ll gently push your head down, say “You wanted this, right?” then wreck your throat.

Power Move: Pulls out halfway just to watch you beg for it again—and laughs while doing it.

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A/N: Requests for ONLY headcanons are open for now. Please note that I prefer to respond to non anonymous requests, cause I’m pretty serious about minors not interacting with me 🧡

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“fuck me” “say please”

dom!bangchan x f!reader

word count: 1.1k

genre: smut, established relationship, one-shot

summary: "i just know you couldn’t live a day without my cock"– you and chan decide to see which one of you breaks first from not having sex.

warnings: creampie ⋆ oral (f) ⋆ kissing ⋆ thigh fucking ⋆ degradation ⋆ dom/sub dynamics ⋆ switch!chan and switch!reader implied ⋆ mentions of breeding ⋆

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“you're definitely the needier one in this relationship, you know that, right?”, chan says, leaning on the kitchen and watching you make your tea.

you glance at him over your shoulder and scoff, “you’re joking, right?”

chan’s giving you an amused, cocky smile now. “you can’t have already forgotten how you were literally drooling over my dick last night and begging me to fuck you dumb”

“then what about the other day when you came in your pants just from eating me out?”

chan’s ears turn red as he stares down into his coffee mug but he’s refusing to give up. “–that was just because you wore that pretty underwear i like… i just know you couldn’t live a day without my cock stuffing your needy pussy ~”

“you’re just deluding yourself now.” you sigh in fake sympathy, shaking your head.

and that’s how your little game of who would give in first, started.

a week has passed since then and things have been going fine– up until now. you're lying on the sofa all comfy, and you know you shouldn't have, but as soon as one thirst trap of chan popped up in your feed–you couldn't help yourself. after going down a long spiral of thirst traps of him, you finally put your phone down and try to calm down.

chan’s still in the shower, unaware of the extreme mental struggle you're going through. you close your eyes in an attempt to sleep but all you can think of is chan; his smile, his body rolls, his smirking face, his dimples– everything is playing on a loop in your head.

you stand up, walk around the room, touch the table, stare at the ceiling and pour yourself a glass of water.

the sound of the shower next door stops and soon chan’s walking out of the bathroom in nothing but a pair of sweatpants. you avoid looking in his direction when he walks in, but you steal a glance when he’s turned away from you. his curly hair is damp and dripping droplets of water onto his neck that run down his back. his muscles flex slightly as he wipes his towel over the back of his shoulders.

you choke on your water silently and desperately wish chan would just leave.

wet is an understatement for what’s happened between your thighs; you’re soaking like a bitch in heat seeing a dick for the first time.

chan, being his usual cuddly self, comes over and hugs you from behind.

“baby, you feel a little warm. are you okay?”

“mhm” you nod. but the way you shiver when he speaks against your head isn’t convincing. his arm brushes against your breast unintentionally and you moan softly.

“ahh, my babygirl’s feeling horny, is she?” he runs his hands over your thighs.

you give in and lean your head against his chest, “mm~ yes, chan, i can’t stand it anymore.”

he grabs your chin so your face is inches from his. your lips brush his and you whisper, “fuck me.”

a gentle smile spreads over face and his voice is almost condescending as he replies, “say please.”

but something inside you won’t let you say it– maybe it’s your silly pride. so instead you say, “make me, chan.”

he bites his lip and easily moves you so you’re bent over the counter. he presses up behind you, placing open-mouthed kisses to your neck as he pulls down your panties and rubs your clit, fast and rough– enough for your legs to give out, leaving you slumped over the counter, gasping. he pushes your thighs together, shoves his cock between them and begins thrusting hard– each time, the tip rubbing against your swollen clit.

and then he pulls away from you, pressing down on your back so you can’t move.

“sluts like you with no manners don’t get what they want, mmkay? so be a good girl for me and say, ‘please, chan, fuck me and fill me up with your cum’- while spreading that cute ass. i know you can do it, sweetheart.”

as you reach a hand back to spread your butt, exposing your dripping cunt, you mumble against the cool marble of the counter, “mm, fuck, please, chan… please fuck me”

“almost ~ you forgot the ‘fill me up with your cum’ part” he places a hand over your neck.

you do as you’re told and say, “chan, i can’t– just, please fuck me- fill me up– breed this pussy, please please plea-” but chan’s already thrusting into you, hard. the truth is, he’s been waiting for this just as much as you have; his breeding kink isn't helping either. he couldn’t stop now, even if you begged him to.

“you’re so fucking warm and, shit, so tight around me… perfect– taking me like this.” he’s rambling from how good it feels to finally be inside you after an entire week.

you whine and tremble as you feel yourself about to cum. you can tell chan’s close from how his breathing has gotten ragged and his thrusts are getting sloppier.

“gonna breed this pussy ‘m gon’ fuck a baby into you-” chan mutters as you both cum.

he lifts you up so you're sitting, facing him on top of the counter. he pushes your thighs apart and sweetly kisses around your cunt. “ahh, chan, you don't have to– ‘s too sensitive”

“i’ll be gentle; just need to clean you up”, he says before licking into your folds.

later, after you’re both cleaned up, chan can't help reminding you that he was right about your little game.

“i knew you were gonna give in first. so dependent on my cock, aren’t you~” he cooes before kissing you softly.

you pull back, all defensive, “like you can say much– you came so fast”

chan laughs, “says the person who begged me to breed her.”

“that was just to get you to put it in, you pervert… you made me wait forever.” you reply stubbornly.

“fine, fine… just, how about we never do this kind of challenge again– it's torture.”

“mmkay~” you say, secretly a little relieved, “and also, don’t make me beg like that again.”

chan whispers right into your ear as he walks past, “but i know you liked it~”

you squirm and roll your eyes, not wanting to accept the part of you that would gladly beg for chan on a daily basis.

‘say please’, you hear his voice in your head as you scoff, remembering his annoyingly smug face from before– but you know you'll get him back for it sometime soon.

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kissing the camera with the tongue out is crazy work

and afterwards he was like “I did it cause I love stays smmm~ 🥹🥹”

HUH 😃

I mean I love him but he had to know it was hella suggestive right 😭

cause like…you didn’t have to slip us the tongue…but you DID

he’s so hot he can stick his tongue down my throat anyday

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clean up aisle MY PANTS 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂