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If Bangchan isn't the father of my children, I don't want anything, okay?

hi baby ;)

prompt 10 pretty please 🥺

(guess who is iiiiiit)

Hi, baby!! I knew it was you just by the 'baby' haha. Lemme tell you, skz made something to me, cause after I saw that damn video of Chan and Lixie taking care of babies, I can't stop thinking about kids and look, I never wanted to be a mother 🤡 (why do they have to be so husband material 😭)

10. Baby, I'm late

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: smut, breeding kink

Alexa, play Scorsese Baby Daddy by SZA

You were quiet for most of the morning.

Chan had noticed. You picked at your breakfast, stared off into space, laughed at the wrong times during your drama. When he reached for your hand on the couch, you laced your fingers through his, but your grip was too loose like your thoughts were somewhere else entirely.

He waited. He always did.

But around lunchtime as he was folding his clothes and humming some song in the bedroom, you finally said it.

“Baby, I’m late”

He looked up.

“Late for what?”

You turned to face with the lips parted like you were unsure if it was a joke or not

“You know what”

He stared. Then the air in the room changed, his blood pressure dropped straight to his feet.

“H-how late?”

“Five days”

“Fuck”, he whispered, then rubbed his face so hard his skin turned red.

“Five days is… well, that’s not like you!”

You nodded. Silent.

He stood there in the middle of the room like the walls were closing in.

“Did you… did you take a test?”

“Not yet. I wanted to tell you first”

“For God's sake, Yn”

The tone of his voice caught you off guard. It sounded like a mixture of disbelief, anger and regret.

“I didn’t do this on purpose, Chan”

“I know, I know. It’s just… this is a lot, okay? We’re not even… fuck, we never talked about this!”

A lump formed in your throat.

“So what? You regret sleeping with me?”

“No! Damn, I didn't say…”

He took a breath, lowering his voice, “I just… I need to think. I need to breathe”

And just like that, he grabbed his duffle bag, mumbled something about the studio, and left.

𔓶𑇓𝆬 ͙࿐𓈒ْ ㅤㅤ

Chan was bent over his desk, stuck on a chord progression that didn’t even match the track. His leg bounced uncontrollably. He hadn’t written a word. All he could think about was tiny shoes, baby formula prices, whether you’d even want to see him again after he just left you there alone.

“Hyung”

He looked up to see Felix in the doorway, arms crossed, brows furrowed in concern.

“You okay?”

Chan didn’t answer. Felix walked in, took one look at the empty snack wrappers and his half-finished lyrics

“Did someone die or…?”

Chan looked like he wanted to.

“It’s Yn. She’s late”

Felix processes it in half a second.

“Oh”

He leaned against Chan's desk, “Breathe, hyung. You like her. You love her. It’s not a death sentence*

Chan groans, burying his face in his hands, “I’m not ready to be a dad”

“You weren’t ready to lead a group either, but here we are with the best leader we could ever imagine”

Felix’s voice was warm, real, like he meant every word.

“Also you already act like a dad to seven grown men every day. You think you’d suck at raising one tiny version of someone you love?”

Chan exhaled

“I freaked out, okay?. I didn’t want her to think I didn’t want… us, you know?”

Felix placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Then go tell her that. Before she decides to raise that kid without you and your dramatic ass”

𔓶𑇓𝆬 ͙࿐𓈒ْ ㅤㅤ

Chan returned home around 6 pm.You didn’t even look up when he opened the door. Just kept sitting at the kitchen table, staring at an empty pregnancy test wrapper.

“It was a false alarm”, you said softly.

He stopped in his tracks.

“Really?”

“Yeah. I took the test an hour ago. Not pregnant. Try not to be too excited”.

You finally looked at him and saw the guilt all over his face.

He stepped forward.

“I’m sorry, I freaked out”

“I know. I was scared too”

He dropped to his knees beside your chair, resting his head on your lap.

“It… it wouldn’t be such a bad idea, though. Raising a little us with you”

Your fingers tangled in his hair.

“You’re lucky I can't resist when you beg for forgiveness”

He looked up at you, eyes softer and sure.

“Do you…. maybe want to try? For real?”

“You mean… have a baby?”

“Only if it’s with you”

You smiled.

“Do you want to try for real?”

“Let’s try it. Right now”

Your heart pounded hard against your ribcage

“Chan…”

He leaned in close, voice tender like velvet but his eyes locked on yours with fire.

“Let me put a baby in you”

That heat in your chest dropped straight between your thighs.

You didn’t answer. Just stood and took his hand, leading him to the bedroom quietly. The moment the door closed, his lips were on you, hungry as ever.

Chan kissed you like he meant every word. Like the apology was in his tongue. Like the promise was in his hands, smoothing under your shirt and down your spine.

The backs of your knees hit the mattress, and he followed you down immediately, hungry hands roaming your body. His lips dragged a line of heat down your stomach as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your underwear, sliding it down your legs slowly, savoring the way you shivered beneath him.

When he pushed inside, it wasn’t rough— it was sure and deep. Like he wanted to carve himself into you.

He pinned your wrists above your head with one hand, the other gripping your hip to keep you steady as he moved inside you, unrelenting.

“You feel so fucking perfect", he panted, voice shaking against your ear, “like you were made to carry my baby"

You gasped his name, back arching off the bed, legs instinctively wrapping around his waist to pull him even deeper.

The words wrecked you more than they should’ve, but hearing them in a rasp tone, charged with love and need, sent heat straight between your legs.

“You want that?”, he whispered, teeth grazing your jaw, “Want to feel me dripping out after? Laying here, stuffed full of me?”

You whimpered, nodding frantically, every muscle in your body tightening around him.

“Say it, baby. Need to hear you say it", he urged, voice broken.

“I want it", you cried out, clinging to him, “Chan, please... give it to me…”

He groaned like he was falling apart, rhythm faltering as he started driving into you harder, deeper, chasing the edge for both of you.

“I’m close", he gasped into your mouth, forehead pressed to yours, “Gonna fill you up, babe. Every last drop"

His hand tightened in yours, anchoring you to him as you shattered around him, muscles spasming so hard it ripped a broken moan from his chest.

He followed with a shuddering cry, burying himself as deep as he could, spilling inside you with a heat that made your whole body tremble.

He stayed there, panting, forehead still pressed against yours like he couldn’t bear to let you go.

Later, he curled around you, chest pressed to your back, arms locking protectively around your waist with his softening cock still buried inside you.

"False alarm or not", he whispered against the shell of your ear, voice rough but still affectionate, "I think I wanna practice every night until it’s not"

His hand slid down, resting over your lower belly, fingers splaying wide like he was already protecting something precious.

And you knew, without a doubt, that he meant it

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ktxoxoxo · 2 months ago

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Ojalá despertarme con esa cosita linda a mi lado 😭 ando bien delulu

#christopher bang #bang #bang chan #skz #stray kids #mi amor #mío #te amo bangchan

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ktxoxoxo · 2 months ago

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I'm here to complain about my research methodology class... The teacher assigned me a clinical case of a "patient" because it's not real. Anyway... The thing is, she asked us for the diagnosis, comorbidities, and I don't know what else... I'm only in my second semester, so please be more patient 🙂‍↕️😭

But I can't deny that I love psychology 🤓

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ktxoxoxo · 2 months ago

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Damn

Be Quiet and Drive (Far Away)

pairing: chan x afab!reader

genre: angst, smut

wc: 1.9k

synopsis: you call your best friend in the middle of the night, seeking comfort in his presence and it takes an unexpected turn.

warnings: swearing, depression, semi-public, unprotected sex, creampie, mildly proofread

a/n: i love deftones with a burning passion

masterlist

You couldn't take it anymore.

Sitting alone in your apartment as you stared out the window and into the night, watching life pass you by. While you just stood in place. The same old routine over and over again, your body was moving on autopilot at this point. It seemed as if everyone around you was getting everything they wanted. A dream job, a perfect partner, whatever their little heart desired; while you were stuck with nothing.

Your hands were always left empty just like your soul.

And the emptiness kept growing every day until your tears had dried. There was no point in crying anyways, it never brought any solution to your problems, it only gave you headaches and bloodshot eyes. Your hand reached out for your phone hesitantly, shakily.

You knew he was awake because you knew your best friend like the back of your hand. So, you called him up. And he knew just what you needed without you having to explain it. He could read it in the tone of your voice and even though it made his heart clench in pain when he saw you like this, totally and utterly defeated; he still craved to be next to you. At least as a distraction.

That's how you ended up in the passenger seat of his car somewhere around 1:30am, dressed in a hoodie and sweatpants, your face bare and tired. And still he gave you a dazzling smile as if he was looking at the sun, not the dark cloud filled with rain that you felt like right now.

"You wanna put your playlist on?" Chan asked and you nodded, the familiar comforting tones of Deftones' Sextape flooding through the speakers of his car made you slump into the seat instantly.

Chan didn't ask, he never did, he always waited for you to start talking about it by yourself, he knew you needed some time to collect your thoughts before pouring your soul out to him. So, he just started driving into the dark night.

You stared out the window, everything seemed to pass by so quickly the more he sped up, the lights of the city becoming a river of blurriness as you pressed your forehead against the cold glass, your warm breath creating a little cloud on it.

You hugged yourself and closed your eyes tightly. You were transported to another place, a place where you weren't lonely and disappointed. A place where you weren't a let down. A place where you felt like you actually belonged, so far away from all of it. All the smiles of people who suddenly stopped talking to you just because they found someone better, someone more interesting to share their time with. They all started fading away into the darkness of the night sky.

Chan drove and drove, your playlist was almost finished by then, meaning you had spent an hour just driving around mindlessly together. He parked in a spot you always ended up at, high up above the city where you could see every building, every road and every tree.

Silence replaced the last song of the playlist before both of you got out wordlessly. You took a deep breath of the fresh night air and walked over to the little wall that was built there for safety reasons. Chan followed you after stretching his arms and legs and you let out a deep sigh.

Both of you stared at the stars quietly, your eyes connecting the little shining dots into various shapes before they found Chan's.

He gave you a small smile and you couldn't help but return it even if it didn't quite reach your eyes.

"My intrusive thoughts are telling me to throw my phone over the wall or some shit like that." you said suddenly and Chan let out a short laugh.

"Please don't do that." he shook his head. "I really don't wanna have to go climbing down there to get it."

"I'm not that crazy."

"Debatable." he teased you and you punched his arm, making him laugh.

The two of you went quiet again before you felt the nagging sadness washing over you again.

"I wish I could fucking disappear sometimes. Or just run away from here, somewhere far away." you said as you stared at the city in front of you.

"You'd be running from yourself then. That's kind of impossible."

"Don't go all psychological on me." you rolled your eyes playfully and Chan sighed with a smile on his face. "You know what. I don't wanna talk about it at all. Sometimes I don't even know why I even feel like this. Sometimes I'm just... not me."

"It's okay, Y/n. You don't have to always have a reason for feeling down, sometimes it just is what it is." Chan said, standing closer to you.

"I know." you said quietly, suddenly feeling bad that you made him come here in the middle of the night and you couldn't even give him a proper reason for it.

But, Chan didn't mind. In fact, he loved that he was the first person you'd reach out to when you get like this, it meant he was your comfort. And you had no idea that despite millions of stars shining in the sky, your best friend still found himself drawn to the sparkle of your eyes.

His fingers twitched by his side; how many more nights of this could he take? How many more times will you hurt yourself until you finally learn just how much you're worth?

He had no idea what the hell washed over him but something snapped deep inside his soul when you looked up at him as if you were searching for an answer inside his eyes. He reached out and cupped your face, the last thing he saw before closing the distance between you was your eyes widening and then fluttering shut.

You also had no idea what came over you but as soon as Chan's lips touched yours it was like in those cliche romantic movies, the feeling like everything clicked and fell into place. It wasn't fireworks exploding as they always describe it but it was definitely a fire burning deep inside you. The spark was always there and you just needed one push to finally ignite it.

Your hands clutched onto his shirt as you pulled him closer and his hand splayed on the back of your neck as he tilted your head and pushed his tongue into your awaiting mouth. Everything was spinning around you, and you were enveloped in Chan's warmth and his familiar smell.

Your brain melted and you couldn't think about consequences as he gripped your hair and swirled his tongue around yours. You couldn't form one coherent thought as he backed you up against the car, pressing his body against yours, making you feel wanted, warm, protected. You grabbed at his shoulders as his hands landed on your waist, then slid down to your hips, gripping you as if to ground himself. His lips never left yours not until you needed to breathe desperately.

You gasped for air and Chan opened the back door, a darkness in his eyes that you've never seen before but it made you shiver, tingles running up your spine.

"Get in the back." he said, softly but firmly and you got in, grabbing his hand and pulling him with you. As soon as he sat down and closed the door you were pulled into his lap and you pressed yourself against him. Neither of you said anything, your bodies melted together as your hands roamed on each other, lips dancing together again.

"Chan... please." you said, you had no idea what you were asking for, you only knew that you needed him to completely cover you and to erase everything with his touches and kisses.

Chan was everywhere, his lips and teeth on your neck, hands on your thighs, your hips, your ass, your back. He was mapping you out, making you his, making you feel everything you always craved for.

"Fuck! I can't take it." you don't remember the last time someone touched you like he did, kissed you like he did and you started grinding on him, even through layers of clothing you could feel how hot and hard he was and you were getting desperate.

Desperate to erase all the thoughts plaguing your tired mind.

Clothes were pulled off, albeit clumsily in the small space of the back of his car and Chan didn't even have time to admire you and worship you like he always wanted, you were already grabbing his length and lining yourself up.

"Wait, wait!" he stopped you and you looked at him, your heart beating hard against your chest.

"Are you sure?" he asked. You knew there was no going back or backing out of this right now.

"Yes." you said and sank down on him, whimpering at the stretch. Chan let out a low grunt as his hands gripped your hips, his middle lifting up automatically into you.

"God, you're so tight." he groaned and looked at you and you whimpered, your entire body shivering.

There was a thought in the back of your mind, a realization that you were fucking your best friend and that nothing will be the same after this but you ignored it and started moving on top of him. Chan guided you, holding your waist and helping you fuck yourself on him as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and fell forward into him, your breasts pressing into his chest.

"That's it baby... Fuck, just like that." Chan groaned and couldn't help it as his hips lifted up to meet yours. You clenched around him involuntarily when he spoke like that, his voice soft and familiar in your ear.

Nothing existed in that moment except him, his hands on your skin, his lips on your neck, his low moans in your ear and his length buried deep inside you. The car windows fogged up from the warmth your bodies created and all your worries melted into a puddle somewhere in the back of your mind. It doesn't matter, that was the only phrase bouncing around in your brain as Chan gripped your hips with a bruising hold, fucking up harder into you and bringing you back to the present moment.

You almost didn't realize you were making such loud sounds until you became aware of yourself, your body as it tensed up, close to the edge you so desperately wanted to fall off of.

"Fuck, Y/n!" Chan moaned your name, like a prayer spilling from his lips and you were pushed off the cliff as you exploded around him, your entire body shaking and your ears ringing.

As you clenched around him, Chan lost it, drowning in your warmth, your scent, your hands, your body slick with sweat and he pushed you down on him, burying himself so deep inside as he came, moaning your name over and over again.

You slumped against him, the warmth of his seed filling you up completely erased any thought left in your brain. Chan didn't say anything, afraid to break the fragile moment and have you try to run away from him. He held onto you, his embrace warm and familiar as you clung onto him, your face buried in his neck and your hearts beating together rhythmically.

You didn't want to think about what this meant or what tomorrow could bring.

But Chan's warm hand found yours and you thought that maybe, just maybe, life can be bearable if he was there with you and this time you wouldn't be left empty.

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ktxoxoxo · 2 months ago

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Raw

Sex tape- B.CN

Have a nice Sunday and please don't read it in public... 😶‍🌫️

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: smut, dom!chan, spanking, sex is consensually recorded.

Alexa, play P*RNSTAR by Nessa Barrett

Chan’s filming his vlog— his hoodie is loose, curls a mess, voice warm and soft for the camera. He’s sleepier than usual, but trying.

“Hey guys! It’s way too early now, and I haven’t had my coffee yet, but we’re hitting the gym because the grind doesn’t care if I slept or not. So, let’s get...”.

Trying until he sees you.

And you ruin him without saying a single thing.

You’re there, stretching near the squat racks, earbuds in, lost in your own world with a tight workout set in and a confident sway in your hips. The music leaking from your earpods is unmistakably filthy— the lyrics full of moans and dirty words, the bass shaking the air around you.

His voice dies mid sentence.

You notice the way he stares. As a response, you smirk— like you planned this. “Song is too hard for you, babyboy?”

Chan blinks, then immediately shuts the camera off. “What?! No. I just… wasn’t expecting it”, he mutters, ears already turning pink.

You step closer, your voice charged with teasing energy, “Didn’t expect you to be the type to blush at a little music”.

“I’m not blushing”, he says, jaw flexing.

Then, smirking, you played your final card, “Guess you’re more innocent than I thought. All that soft idol energy and gym vlogs… so sweet”

His eyes darken, “You think I’m sweet?!”

“Adorably so. Like a babyboy”, you grin

He leans in, so close you feel the heat in his breath when he whispers, “Keep calling me that and I’ll have to put you on your hands and knees begging for me”.

That does it.

You bite your bottom lip and lift a brow, “Show me then”.

✶࿐

You barely make it through the door of his apartment and he presses you against the wall the second it shuts behind him, hands sliding under your clothes like he’s starving. He kisses you like he’s got something to prove now. He had enough months of watching you at the gym in tight leggings and clingy tops that looked one breath away from letting your breasts spill out.

You laugh against his mouth, “You gonna vlog this too?”

Chan grins, voice already wrecked, “Definetly not for the channel”

You don’t know when he picked you up, or how the two of you made it from the front door to his bedroom. But the way he moves, like a tension is building up, just waiting to erupt— it's addicting

Your back hits the mattress, but before you can even catch your breath, he’s already above you, one knee nudging your thighs apart.

“Still think I’m innocent?”, he leans in, lips brushing over your ear— not kissing, just teasing.

You shiver, “Prove you’re not”

A smirk curls on his lips as his hand slides down your body, slowly but firm. He touches like he owns you, like he thought about this a hundred times, and now that you’ve given him the green light, there’s no going back.

“Say it again”, he asks.

“Prove it, babyboy”

He growls at your words. Then his lips crash against yours, rough and claiming, his fingers already slipping beneath your waistband.

“I’m gonna ruin you for calling me that”, his voice is low, dominant, like you just flipped a switch inside him.

He doesn’t wait for a reply. Instead, he devours you. Chan kisses your thigh. Then the other, taking his time, “Gonna eat you so good, baby. You’ll forget how to tease”

And then, his tongue is on you— wet, hot and perfect.

He starts slow with licks long and deep, then sucks your clit just enough to make your hips jump. His fingers spread your thighs even more open and he groans muffled against your skin, “So fucking sweet… you’re gonna cum just like this, yeah? All over my mouth”

And you do— embarrassingly fast.

But he doesn’t stop there, he doesn’t let you breathe. He fucks you with his tongue like it’s personal— like he needs to make a mess of you. His hands pin your hips down as you buck up, overstimulated already.

Then, he sits back. Chest heaving, lips shiny with you, eyes dark with lust. “I haven’t even fucked you yet and you’re already shaking”.

You pant, “Then stop talking and fuck me”.

He pulls back for a second, stands up to strip his shirt in one fluid motion showing his broad chest, flushed skin, veins throbbing as his arms flex to unbuckle his belt. He kept eye contact the entire time, burning your gaze, like he’s savoring how wrecked you already look.

He grabs his phone from the nightstand, aims the camera toward the bed just enough to catch the edge of the mattress.“Want to remember this. Want to see your face when I’m inside you over and over".

“You’re actually filming?”, you ask.

“Do you have a problem with it?”, his voice is challenging.

“Not at all”, but so is yours.

Smirking, he climbs back over you, grabs your hips and flips you over like it’s nothing. You gasp, bracing yourself on trembling arms as he kneels behind you, dragging his hands down your back, slow and possessive.

“Look at you. All that teasing and now you're dripping, begging for me to fuck you”, he leans down, presses a kiss to your shoulder, then bites. Not hard— just enough to leave a mark. Just enough to make you feel him after.

He drags the head of his cock through your slick folds, cruelly slow.

“Chan, please…”, you whine.

“You hear yourself, huh? All desperate now. Didn’t sound like that at the gym”

Without warning, he pushes in. You both moan. He fills you slowly, inch by inch, until you’re clenching around him so tight he groans deep in his throat.

“Fuck. You feel so damn good”, he lets you feel every bit of him before pulling almost all the way out and slamming all the way back in.

You cry out, desperate for more.

He grabs your wrists, pins them to the mattress and leans his whole weight over you, fucking into you like he owns you.

“Call me babyboy now”, he pants

“F-fuck you…”, you curse

“No, angel. I’m the one fucking you”

He pounds into you, hard and deep, hips slapping against your ass, your name a broken whisper on his tongue. The bed shakes and the headboard slams against the wall.

“Say it. Say who’s fucking you this good”

You gasp as his hands grip your ass. Since you don’t answer, he spanks you— loud enough to echo through the room.

“One”, he starts counting.

You cry out as he thrusts in again.

“Two”, another slap, "Such a dirty mouth earlier... Is this what you needed to shut up?”

Another sharp slap. You’re shaking in the best way possible, every smack followed by a deep, rough thrust that hits right there.

“Three”

Finally, you speak, "You… you are”

“Say my name, pretty”

“Chan, please… I- I need more”

“That’s it. Let me hear you beg”

He fucks you like he means it, grunting with every thrust, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips, cock hitting so deep you can feel it in your stomach.

Then he grabs your hair— not too rough— and pulls you up just enough to whisper against your ear, “You gonna cum again, pretty girl? Gonna make a mess on my cock?”

You nod with your head, unable to speak. He reaches down, finds your clit, rubs it in little circles, perfectly timed with his thrusts. You scream his name as your orgasm hits, body trembling beneath him, walls clenching around his cock until he growls.

He slaps your ass again, filthy, and fucks you through it, chasing his own release now.

“Fuck…. look at you. Look at the camera. You see yourself falling apart for me?”

But you're too far gone to answer. He grunts, hips stuttering, and then he spills inside you with a moan so deep it makes your whole body tremble.

Chan collapses on top of you for a second, breathing hard. Then, he presses a soft kiss to the back of your neck. “Still think I’m too innocent, sweetheart?”

You laugh, “Fuck, Chan, you just ruined me”

You can feel his smile against your skin, “Good. That was the goal”

Finally, he pushes off you and reaches for his phone, flipping it to check the footage— your body, his voice, the sounds of skin and moans caught in low resolution but real enough.

“You’re not uploading that to your vlog, right?”, you ask with amusement in your voice.

But Chan just grins, sincerely, “Oh, baby, I’m not sharing you with anyone. Unless you want to record part two at the gym”.

He leans in, lips brushing your ear as he adds, “This time with the mirrors, so you can watch exactly how wrecked I make you”

You smirk, breath hitching just slightly at his words, then you whisper, lips curling into a grin, “Let’s give your subscribers something they have never seen before”.