#binchan fic

[writingforstraykids]

Nat, could you write sub Changbin with dom chan? And Changbin is too shy to ask so Felix does? For the 💌 event

This was supposed to be a drabble...You could say I got carried away. That's what happens when you add some angst into it, I hope I did your request justice love🥹🖤

You're so cute

Pairing: Binchan

Word Count: 5823

Warnings/Tags: smut, shy!sub!changbin, caring!dom!chan, oral, dry humping, face sitting, changbin is insecure about his weight, emotional hurt!comfort, semi-public sex

A/N: Thanks to @galaxycatdrawz for sharing some thoughts (I hope I didn't spoiler you too much)🖤

Part of the 💌 event. More here

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

Felix gently tugs on his friend's sleeve and pulls him with him. “Come on,” he laughs. 

“Felix, I changed my mind; this is embarrassing,” Changbin whines softly. 

“There's nothing embarrassing about it, I promise,” Felix assures him and squeezes his hand. “Also, Chan is amazing; he'll know what to do.”

“It kinda is,” he argues and groans softly as they reach Chan's room and Felix knocks. “Felix.”

“Chan will get it; I bet he'd love helping you out with this,” Felix says and pushes him inside. 

Chan's at his desk, humming softly to himself, and turns in his chair. “Hey,” he smiles at them and waves towards his bed, inviting them to sit down. “Everything alright?”

“Splendid,” Felix grins and pulls Changbin with him. 

“That's good,” Chan smiles and saves the file he's been working on. “You need anything?”

“I don't,” Felix smirks smugly and Changbin whines in protest. Chan frowns at them and Felix nods at Changbin. “He needs some help.”

“I swear I hate you,” Changbin groans, and Chan gets up. 

“What's up? Are you okay?” Chan asks worriedly and casually rubs his back. 

“Mhm,” Changbin hums and nervously fidgets with his hands in his lap. It must be so easy and nice to let Chan be in control. 

Chan sits down next to him and frowns softly. “Hey, you can tell me,” he says gently, and if it wouldn't be so damn embarrassing, he would. 

“I-uh,” he stammers and feels his ears burning up at the mere thought of saying what's on his mind. 

Felix takes the hint and gets Chan's attention. “So, you love being in control having sex, right?”

Chan chokes on his breath at the sudden bluntness but nods. “Yes?”

“Changbin usually does as well,” he continues, and Chan nods again, growing a little confused. “But he's been curious about switching it up, you know,” Felix says, and Chan hums softly. 

“Yeah, okay,” he nods, still not really knowing where this conversation is heading. “And that worries you or-?” he asks Changbin, but Felix answers instead. 

“You're missing the point here. There's a reason we came to you with this. Changbin’s too shy to ask, but he'd love getting fucked stupid by you,” he grins, and Changbin’s eyes widen, cheeks flushing red.

“Felix,” he whispers, shocked. 

“Oh,” Chan breathes out and blinks at them. 

“I-I didn't say it like that,” Changbin stammers and punches Felix's arm awkwardly. “Oh my God, this is so bad, I'm leaving,” he gets up, eyes widening as Chan's hand finds his and holds him back. 

“No, no, let's talk about this, yeah?” he asks soothingly, and Changbin sits down heavily. “Thanks, Lix, I'll take it from here.”

Felix smirks and gets up. “Have fun, you two,” he says cheerfully and hops out of the room, making Chan giggle. 

“Menace,” Changbin chuckles before glancing at Chan nervously. “I'm sorry for throwing it into your face like that.”

“It's fine,” he giggles and tilts his head at him curiously. “But you'd like to try that out? Being submissive?”

Changbin nods gently and can barely meet his eyes. “I just felt like…I don't know. Whenever I thought about it, I imagined I'd feel safest with you trying that out.”

“That's sweet,” Chan smiles softly. 

“You don't have to if you don't want to,” he quickly adds. “I wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable or anything just to help me out and-,” his eyes widen as Chan's hand cups his cheek. 

“Breathe,” he says soothingly, rubbing his thumb across his cheekbone. “I'd love to share those intimate moments with you, Binnie. I wouldn't see it as me helping you out or doing you a favor. I'd enjoy it, honestly, and I love that you're willing to trust me with this.”

Changbin exhales a breath he didn't know he was holding. “Oh, okay,” he smiles shyly. 

“But you've never been on the receiving end? Also, no fingers, no tongue, nothing?” he asks gently, and Changbin shakes his head. 

“Nothing…is that a problem?” he asks timidly. 

“Not at all,” Chan reassures him calmingly. “Means we can slowly work our way up, see what you like and what you don't like,” he tells him, and his friend nods, relieved. “You wanna cuddle and set up some boundaries and stuff?”

Not much later, Changbin’s head is comfortably lying on Chan's chest as the older plays with his hair. They've talked through their boundaries and settled on the color system and preferences. Chan does most of the work, asking his way forward and trying to ease Changbin, who's still awfully embarrassed about it all. It gets better here in Chan's arms, who doesn't seem to be bothered by one bit he reveals about himself. 

“Feeling better now?” Chan asks gently, scratching his scalp. 

“I still feel shy but not as nervous anymore,” he confesses, and Chan hums softly. “Can we…Can we just kiss for a bit tonight?” he asks timidly, and Chan giggles adoringly. 

“Of course, we can,” he says and gently pats his back, sitting up against the headboard of his bed. He locks eyes with him and pats his thighs. “Come here.”

He swallows softly and chews on his lower lip. “I'm too heavy,” he whispers timidly, and Chan's face falls at the pain in his eyes. 

“Binnie,” he says softly before lifting him into his lap effortlessly and smiling at him. “You're not, not to me.” He soothingly fondles up his thighs and searches his eyes. “You're okay?”

“Yeah,” he nods quickly and hesitantly wraps his arms around his neck. He shivers as Chan's hands find his hips and locks eyes with him. 

Chan flashes him a reassuring smile and squeezes his hips before leaning in a little. “Can I kiss you?” he asks politely. 

“Yes, please,” he breathes out so naturally it surprises him for a second. He doesn't have much time to think, though, because Chan's hand cradles his cheek, and their lips brush together. He melts into the kiss, body automatically searching Chan's, eyes fluttering close. 

Chan hums softly and weaves his fingers into Changbin’s hair, keeping him in place as they kiss. His unoccupied hand travels below his shirt and up his back, making the younger male melt into his touch with a soft sound. Chan is testing the waters as they kiss, hand roaming his strong back, and he slowly detaches himself from his lips. Leaving a trail of kisses down his jaw, he gently pulls him back by his hair before kissing his neck. 

Changbin breathes out shakily at the change, hand hesitantly burying itself in Chan's curls as he paints his neck with loving kisses and tiny nibbles at his skin. “Chan hyung,” he whispers after a while, squirming a little in his lap. Chan hums against his collarbone, leaving a trail of kisses there. As he doesn't answer, Chan pulls back, and Changbin blushes furiously. He wants, no, needs more, but he doesn't know how to ask. 

Luckily, Chan seems to understand and gently tugs at the hem of his sweater. “Can I take that off?” His friend nods timidly, and Chan kisses him soothingly as he eases the fabric up his chest before pulling back to take it off. “Mine as well?” he offers and lets Changbin take his sweater off for him. 

Chan lowers Changbin onto his mattress and straddles his lap, hovering above him. He continues his trail of kisses down his neck, gently sucking at the small bites to mark him up. Moving further down on top of him, he kisses down his chest, groaning softly as he can bury his teeth in his pecs. He laps at his nipples, sucking softly and grazing his teeth over his buds. Changbin beneath him moans sweetly, clearly trying to keep the noise down, and Chan lets him for now. 

Chan takes his time, painting a beautiful picture of love all over his torso. Small bites growing into pretty marks adorn his hips, featherlight kisses trail along the hem of his boxers, and Changbin can't stop squirming beneath him. After checking in and getting consent, Chan gently shoves down his sweatpants, continuing his trail down his thighs before going back up on his inner thighs. His fingers sink into his skin, spreading his legs when he tries to shy away the closer he gets to where he needs him most. Very obviously by now. 

Chan rests his head on his thigh once he's done after what felt like hours of soft pleasure for Changbin. He glances up at him through his lashes, and Changbin gulps softly at how blown his pupils look. “We don't have to, but would you like to try how my tongue feels for now?”

“You mean…,” he trails off as Chan nods and a low moan escapes his lips. “Please, Chan hyung,” he nods quickly. 

They change their spots in bed once more, letting Changbin get comfortable against Chan's pillows. Chan smiles down at him and brushes back his hair for him, which is already sticking to his forehead a little. His eyes are wide and hungry, his lips swollen, and his cheeks flushed. “I know I said it before, but you're so beautiful,” he tells him softly, only deepening the blush on his cheeks. 

“Stop it,” he mumbles weakly, and everything about his body language tells Chan differently. 

Chan gently shoves a pillow beneath his hips and locks eyes with him again. “You're ready?” he checks in, and Changbin nods, blushing softly as Chan eases down his boxers, already stained a little from Chan’s body brushing against his lap whenever he has moved on top of him. “Say yellow if you need a break, red if you want to stop, okay?” he reminds him, and the younger male nods, biting his lower lip hard as Chan gets comfortable between his legs. “Words, beautiful.”

His lips part softly, body shivering at the small compliment and Chan makes a mental note of it for another time. “Yes, Chan hyung,” he nods, and Chan hums, clearly pleased. For a second, his nervosity takes the upper hand, and he’s about to stop Chan as he spreads his cheeks, but all protest dies in his throat when Chan’s tongue licks up slowly between them. His lips part with a soft gasp as Chan’s tongue circles his tensing hole, hands gripping the sheets tightly at the unfamiliar feeling. “Oh, fuck,” he whispers, and Chan chuckles softly, making Changbin gasp at the vibrations shooting through his body from it. 

Chan gently presses his tongue inside after a while, and Changbin falls apart above him with a soft whimper. He gently guides his legs onto his shoulders and soothingly rubs his thighs as he pushes in deeper. A strangled groan leaves his lips as he tries to keep quiet, unsure if Chan would mind him being loud or maybe even whiny if he kept going like that. He throws his arm over his face, trying to hide as Chan makes him fall apart with his damn tongue only. Chan glances up at him, pulling back and smirking at the whine that leaves his lips. “Binnie,” he says softly, giggling as he glances at him shyly. “Make as much noise as you want to,” he assures him, and Changbin can tell he means it. “Also, you can touch, baby,” he tells him and gently guides his hand down to his hair.

“O-Okay,” he stumbles over his words, not trying to be desperate and beg him to continue. 

Chan giggles adoringly and squeezes his thighs. “You’re so cute.”

“I’m not cute-” he protests and breaks off with a sweet moan as Chan eases his tongue back inside. “Nevermind,” he huffs, grip tightening on Chan’s hair to steady himself. He pulls at the sheets with a desperate little sound, and Chan reaches up, gently easing the fabric from his hand and replacing it with his own. He intertwines their fingers and lovingly squeezes his hand. 

Chan pulls back after another while when Changbin’s moans turn needy and at the edge of frustration. “Need more?” he asks, and Changbin nods weakly. “Would you be okay with me using my fingers?”

“Yes, hyung,” he nods, heart warming at how caring Chan is with him, always making sure he's okay. 

“Okay, try to relax, yeah?” he tells him and fumbles for the bottle of lube stored away in his bedside table. He spreads some on his fingers and watches Changbin observantly as he pushes the first one inside. “Breathe,” he tells him softly, and Changbin’s head falls back with a soft noise. Chan gently pulls his finger out a little before pushing back in. “Feels okay?”

“s’good,” he groans and soon asks for more. A loud moan leaves his lips as Chan scissors two fingers inside of him, stretching him out deliciously. He covers his mouth in shock, and Chan giggles softly, leaning down. 

He gently takes his hand away and replaces it with his lips, kissing him and stifling his next moan. 

Changbin shudders beneath him and kisses back fiercely. He's so close, and he can't even blame himself because Chan's kissing session before had worked him up so much already. “Hyung,” he moans out weakly, subconsciously fucking back against his fingers. “I'm so close.”

Chan hums and curls his fingers, dragging them over his prostate. Changbin’s body tenses, eyes rolling back and mouth dropping with the prettiest moan so far. 

His world explodes before his eyes with white, hot flashes as he paints their chests with thick ropes of cum. Chan's name tumbles from his lips, and he can't stop shaking at the intensity of his orgasm. He doesn't fully register Chan leaving as his brain tries to accept the fact that he just came untouched. 

Chan gently cleans him up and reaches up to brush his hair from his face once he's done. “You're okay?”

“More than okay,” he smiles shyly and leans into his touch.

“Let's take a nice shower, and then we can cuddle if you want,” he offers, and Changbin nods gently. 

Once they're in the shower and Changbin gets a full view of his hyung, his brain stops working for a moment. He's on his knees before he can fully process it and stares up at him with wide eyes. “Can I make you feel good in return?” he asks, blushing a little at Chan's intense gaze. Chan gives in, suspecting Changbin feels like he has to repay him. 

The moment Changbin welcomes him in the wet warmth of his mouth Chan's head drops back against the tiles of his shower with a loud groan. He definitely knows what he’s doing.

Two weeks later 

Changbin glances at Chan in the recording booth and shifts a little in his chair. Since their night together, none of them had made a move. Chan wanted to give Changbin the time he needed, and Changbin chickened out at least three times this week at the thought of asking for more. It's getting harder to stop himself today since it's just them. Watching Chan work has always been something he enjoyed. 

“How was that, Binnie?” Chan's voice pulls him from his thoughts. 

“Uh, let's listen back to it,” he says and tries to listen, but Chan groans as he hears the recording, bringing up memories of their shared shower. 

“No, delete that one,” Chan shakes his head before lifting his shirt to wipe his face, getting hot in the booth. 

Changbin can't help but stare at his bare stomach, the waistband of his boxers clearly on display. Shit. “Chan hyung?” he asks quietly. 

“Yeah?” Chan asks, grabbing the sheets with his text and mindlessly switching them. 

“How long did Jisung say he'd be gone?” he asks, and Chan frowns. 

“I don't know, I think another hour or two,” he shrugs. “Why?”

“Because I…I need you,” he admits, and the sheets slip from Chan's fingers. 

He quickly bends down to gather them and hits his head at the microphone coming back up. “Yeah, okay, shit,” he curses softly and steps out of the booth. “Here? Now?” he asks, and Changbin blushes heavily. 

“I didn't exactly think this through,” he confesses, and the grin that covers Chan's lips at that makes him squeeze his thighs together tightly. 

“Mhm, I think to go all the way for the first time, we should stick to home,” he says, and Changbin nods agreeingly. “But I do have something in my mind since last time.”

“Yeah?” he asks softly, heart warming at the fact that Chan's been thinking about him as well. 

“Mhm,” Chan hums softly. “I really want to eat you out while you sit on my face,” he says, ears burning up a little. At first, Changbin seems intrigued, but suddenly, a shadow travels over his face, and he timidly lowers his gaze. “Or not?” he asks gently. 

Changbin fidgets with his hands and shakes his head. “I can't.”

“We don't have to if you don't want to; that's okay,” Chan promises, worried that he overstepped a boundary now. 

“No, I-I want to, I just-” he swallows hard, feeling tears burning in his eyes as memories crash down on him in waves and threaten to drown him. “I'm too heavy,” he whispers. 

Chan kneels down on the floor in front of his chair and gently unclasps his hands, taking them. That's the second time he mentioned this. “Binnie,” he says softly. “Where's that coming from, hm? Who told you such bullshit?” Changbin exhales shakily and glances at Chan, whose face softens, spotting the tears in his eyes. “Heyy, you can tell me, baby.”

Chan listens patiently as Changbin tells him about some guy he's been seeing before they started messing around among the group. He explains how they'd get intimate, but whenever they wanted to switch things up, he backed out last minute, blaming his weight. “I'm fine. I forgot about it, but…it's coming back a little now that I could have it,” he admits, and Chan cups his face, wiping away a tear for him. 

“My beautiful Binnie,” he says so softly it tugs at Changbin’s heartstrings. “You're perfect, and that guy is some massive asshole,” he tells him, making him chuckle. “Please, I'm literally on my knees, please sit on my face and let me give you what you wanted.”

Changbin gently shoves his chest. “You're not the one supposed to be begging here.”

Chan giggles. “I will, just this once,” he winks at him and gets up, kissing his forehead sweetly. “If you still want it, I will make it happen. If not, it's okay.”

Changbin searches his eyes timidly and finds nothing but genuine interest and love in them. He swallows down his anxiety and nods weakly. “Please, Chan hyung,” he breathes out. 

Chan cups his face and gives him a gentle but long kiss. “Do you trust me?” he asks calmly. 

“Yes,” he nods, sinking deep into Chan's soft chocolate orbs. “I do.”

“Good,” he nods and soothingly rubs his thumbs across his cheekbones. “So if I tell you to move or sit down, you'll be a good boy and do as I say.”

Changbin swallows down his worries and feels a sense of trust and calmness taking over as he looks into his hyung’s eyes. Chan can see the change in his eyes, heart skipping a beat at how soft and vulnerable his friend looks. “I'll be a good boy.”

“That's right, my pretty boy,” Chan smiles satisfied. 

“Yours?” he asks, growing shy at Chan's stunned look. 

“Mine,” he nods sweetly and gives him another quick kiss, making the younger melt into it. “Now come on, before Ji gets back,” he whispers and winks at him mischievously. Chan grabs everything they need and quickly locks the door, getting comfortable on the sofa. He guides Changbin into his lap and pulls him into a kiss, trying to ease his nerves. 

Changbin anxiously positions himself above Chan’s face, taking a deep breath as Chan’s hands find his thighs. At first, he shies away from his touch, suddenly insecure again, but Chan doesn’t let him. His tongue continues its delicious play from two weeks ago, and Changbin can’t think much anymore. He still tries to take some weight off, but he doesn't succeed for long because Chan notices and pulls him down, gaining a groan from both of them. The longer Chan goes on, the weaker he grows, and he ends up bent over, arms resting on the sofa, his face buried in them with weak sounds. 

Chan moans deliciously beneath him, shuddering at the soft whines leaving Changbin’s lips. His hands knead his ass and thighs, eyes rolling back as Changbin starts fucking back onto his tongue. 

He growls in protest as Changbin suddenly grows lighter on him again, taking some weight off him again. Changbin bites his lip, already missing how deep Chan got only seconds ago. But the strangled sounds coming from him worry him, and he feels like he can't do this to him any longer. He has to help a little. 

Chan pats his thigh twice, signaling him to sit up. He blinks at him once he does and frowns. “What did I tell you?”

“To be a good boy,” he answers shyly. 

“You enjoyed it, didn't you?” he asks gently, and Changbin nods, a heavy blush creeping up his neck and settling on his cheeks. “Why did you stop then?”

“Are you enjoying it?” he asks quietly. 

“I fucking love it,” Chan says bluntly and squints at him. “Now sit down properly, baby; I won't ask again.”

“Y-yes, hyung,” he nods quickly and gets back into position. 

The next time he tries to take some weight off, Chan's grip is firm, keeping him in place. Changbin whimpers in protest as his hips start stuttering, pace growing a little rough as he chases his high. But Chan doesn't budge, moaning filthily against him and guiding him through. Changbin’s stomach flips hard, and tears shoot to his eyes. Chan was not only able to carry his weight on top of him, he even enjoyed it.

Five days later

Changbin smirks to himself as Chan drives them back home. Today, everyone would be out for a movie and dinner after, which seemed like the perfect opportunity for them to take the next step without having to keep quiet or anything. Changbin had made up an excuse of feeling overwhelmed, and Chan had assured their friends he'd stay with him. So once they knew everyone would be gone, they stopped working and started their way home. Chan had been touchy all day, driving him mad, seemingly excited as well. 

Once they're inside, Changbin strolls over to their kitchen island, inspecting the various cookies their friends made. He reaches forward to grab the note Minho wrote them and yelps, surprised when Chan suddenly wraps his arms around his waist, pressing his already hardening dick against his bum. “Chan hyung?” he asks, and Chan groans softly in response, burying his face in his back. 

“I swear I could take you right here if I wouldn't know better,” he confesses, making Changbin’s mouth water. “You're so cute, you don't even know; it's driving me insane,” he tells him and runs his hands up his torso. “Couldn't stop thinking about it all day.”

Changbin blushes at his words and bites his lower lip, pressing back against him. His lips part in surprise at Chan's growl, and he feels like he's about to pass out when Chan starts grinding against his ass. “Really, Chan hyung?” he asks innocently, pressing back against him more. “You think I'm cute?”

Chan moans needily as he grinds against him. “So cute,” he tells him. “Made me so hard I had to take a long shower after dance practice.”

Changbin moans in response. “That's why you were gone so long?” he asks, and Chan starts fumbling with the waistband of his trousers. 

“Sofa, now. I need some release right now,” Chan announces so casually it makes him dizzy. “Right now, I'm thinking with my dick; that's not good when I should take my time with you,” he admits honestly. 

“Fuck, do whatever you want to me, hyung,” Changbin moans needily. “Use me, please.” He finds himself on the sofa within no time, with Chan straddling his lap. 

Chan drags his hips across his lap and moans loudly at the needed friction. He braces himself on his chest, and Changbin’s hands find his thighs, fingers digging into his skin as Chan humps his lap forcefully. “You can move,” Chan pants, head falling back as he does. “Yeah, just like that, Binnie,” he praises him, and their moans mix beautifully. “Doing so good for your hyung,” he tells him, head dropping forward with a broken moan as Changbin rolls his hips up against him. 

“Feels so good, hyung,” he moans out. 

It doesn't take long, and Chan above him tenses up with a soft, relieved cry, shuddering as he cums in his pants. His eyebrows furrow with bliss, lips parting with silent moans, hips stuttering their way through his high. Changbin can't get enough of the sight of his hyung stumbling over the edge; he's a different type of pretty then. Also, it makes him all fuzzy, knowing he's the reason. Chan drops down onto the sofa next to him with a soft grunt and rubs his face, trying to catch his breath. “Okay,” he says after a moment. “That's better.”

“Your brain restarted?” Changbin teases softly, making him giggle. 

“Mhm, until you're undressed and moaning that beautifully,” he tells him, and Changbin blushes furiously. Chan gets up and helps him off the sofa before lifting him up. 

Changbin wraps his legs around his waist quickly and holds onto him with wide eyes. “Channie, hyung, let me down. I'm-” his words die in his throat at Chan's firm look. 

“Do I look like this is exhausting me?” he asks patiently, stopping in his tracks. 

“No,” he whispers. 

“I wouldn't pick you up if I thought I couldn't handle that, Binnie,” he tells him, and Changbin’s eyes brim with tears. “Okay,” he whispers and walks back to the sofa, sitting down with him in his lap. “Come here,” he says softly and pulls him into a strong hug. 

“I'm sorry,” he sniffles timidly, and Chan runs his hand through his hair. 

He soothingly kisses his head and rubs his back. “You're okay,” he tells him. “Don't listen to that voice in your head, yeah?” he asks and earns a nod and silent hum. “Do you still have his number? I'd love to invite him and show him how it's done,” he says, smirking when Changbin starts laughing. 

“You're so stupid.”

“I know,” he giggles, and they stay there until he's alright. 

Chan then carries him upstairs, kissing his worries away, and kicks his door closed before lowering him onto his bed. 

-

“You think Binnie will be okay?” Jisung asks thoughtfully. “I haven't noticed anything off all day,” he admits. 

“Not really,” Seungmin shrugs, thinking back to the time they all spent together. 

“Oh, I think he's just fine,” Felix assures them, and Jeongin squints at him. 

“You're sure?” he asks suspiciously. 

“Why?” Hyunjin asks. 

“Why what?” Felix tries to stall time to come up with an answer. 

“Why are you sure he's okay when he said he wasn't?” Jeongin clarifies. 

“Because Chan hyung is fucking him stupid right now,” Minho says casually, sipping on his drink. 

“Excuse me, what?” Hyunjin asks with wide eyes. 

“Minho hyung, you can't just say shit like that,” Jisung rolls his eyes at him. 

“You're all so blind if you didn't see that,” Minho rolls his eyes right back at them. “They've been growing closer for weeks now, and we all know Changbin was interested in submitting to Chan.”

Seungmin blinks at him as Minho keeps sipping on his drink. “On a scale from one to ten, how bored are you?” 

“A solid eleven on some days, why?” he asks, tilting his head and pulling a face at him. 

“How do you even notice that stuff?” Hyunjin asks flabbergasted. 

“How do you not?” Felix asks tiredly, and Minho hums agreeingly. 

“You guys are ridiculous,” he giggles happily. 

-

“Okay, try to relax for me, yeah?” Chan asks gently, aligning himself with his hole. “I'll go slow and gentle; you tell me if it hurts.”

“Yes,” Changbin nods, growing impatient. Chan had eaten him out patiently and then fingered him open for what felt like hours. His dick is leaking onto his stomach, his hole clenching around nothing, and his body screaming for a release. He just wants to finally feel him inside, finally experience what Minho has described as “incredible sex” talking about Chan. 

Chan starts pushing inside, groaning at how tight he still is, and closely watches his face. Once he's past the tip, Changbin tenses up beneath him, and Chan stops moving immediately. “Everything alright?”

“Yeah, keep moving,” he nods quickly, heart sinking a little. Did Minho have a thing for pain? This doesn't feel exactly comfortable. 

Chan eyes him suspiciously and pushes in a little more, watching Changbin’s eyes clouding with a pained expression. “I'm hurting you, right?”

“No, it's fine,” he shakes his head, sounding a little strained. “Just keep going, please.”

Chan shakes his head and pulls out again, grabbing the bottle of lube. “Binnie, we have all the time you need. I won't rush and hurt you in the process,” he tells him firmly and gently pushes in two fingers again. 

Changbin whines softly and pushes back against them. “Please,” he whimpers, and Chan gently caresses his cheek with his other hand. 

Chan stretches him out on his fingers, adding another two in the process, and kisses him, swallowing up his frustrated little sounds. Finally, he gets back into his prior position, trying again. This time, it goes easier, and Changbin beneath him gasps as he slowly pushes inside. “Better?” he grunts softly, reminding himself to go slow.

“Yes,” he nods eagerly, and this time he believes him. His jaw drops once Chan is buried inside him, and he can't help but squirm a little, feeling so full. 

“Take your time,” Chan tells him, holding himself back. He gently rubs his thigh, watching him closely as he gets adjusted to the feeling. 

“O-Okay,” he breathes out after a moment. “I think I'm ready.”

Chan nods and carefully pulls back before pushing back inside. Changbin sighs softly at the feeling of him massaging his walls as he works out a gentle rhythm. Chan lowers himself onto his arms, bracing himself next to his head, and smiles at him. He plants a few kisses down his jaw, and Changbin’s hand finds his back resting between his shoulder blades. “Don't be shy; let me hear you,” he tells him as he notices him trying to keep the noise down. 

“I'm too loud,” he protests softly, biting back another moan as Chan picks up the pace a little. 

“It's just us,” Chan reminds him and moans softly as Changbin clenches around him. “Wanna hear if I fuck you good, Binnie.”

“Fucks sake,” he groans at his bluntness, locking eyes with him. He swallows at how blown Chan’s pupils are, sheer need and passion clouding those usually so soft orbs. The next thrust pulls a beautiful, loud whine from him, and Chan buries his face in his shoulder with a soft groan at the sound. 

“That’s more like it,” he moans, kissing his neck and thrusting deep. “Fuck, you’re still so tight,” he grunts, and Changbin squirms a little. “Such a good boy, taking me so well.”

“Chan hyung,” he moans softly, his whole body responding to his praise. “You feel so good,” he tells him breathlessly.

Chan’s hips slam forward into him as he clenches around him, shifting positions a little. Changbin’s head falls back with an obscenely loud moan, and Chan stops moving, eyes widening. “Shit, sorry,” he apologizes immediately, swallowing as Changbin blinks up at him with glistening eyes.

“Please, do that again,” he whispers needily.

“You want me to be rough?” he asks quietly, and Changbin nods, biting his lower lip hard at the hunger clouding Chan’s eyes.

He arches into him and looks up at him through his lashes. “Please, hyung.”

Chan pulls out and grabs him by the waist, flipping him onto his stomach effortlessly. Changbin moans out, stunned, getting incredibly turned on by Chan handling him with such ease. Chan pulls him onto his knees and pushes back inside, grip firm on his hips as he sets a rougher pace. Changbin arches his back, melting into the pillow and gripping the sheets with a loud whine. Chan makes sure he’s comfortable with this and keeps a close eye on him before covering his hands with his own, intertwining their fingers. He plants soft kisses on his back, leaning down to his ear. “Such a good boy, Binnie. Doing so well, baby,” he praises him with little grunts as he pounds into him. 

Changbin can’t do much but whine his name, shivering as he hits his prostate. “Chan~.” He collapses into the mattress with Chan lowering himself on top of him, covering him with his body as their skin meets with forceful slaps. “Right, there, please,” he cries out as Chan repeatedly hits his sweet spot, moaning sinfully above him. The bedframe hits the wall in sync with Chan’s forceful thrusts, growing sloppier the closer he gets. “Chan,” he moans repeatedly, arching back into him. “So close.”

“Wanna cum?” he presses out, not that far away from his sweet release himself.

“Please, hyungie,” he whines.

“Make a mess, pretty boy,” Chan tells him and buries his face in his back. “Cum for me, yeah? Be a good boy, baby.”

Changbin doesn’t need another invitation and covers the sheets beneath him as he cums with a loud cry, whimpering as Chan fucks him through it, chasing his own release. 

“Inside?” Chan asks, hips stuttering.

“Yes,” he groans, getting a little overstimulated by now. His jaw grows slack at the sensation of Chan reaching his high, painting his walls with thick ropes of cum before collapsing on top of him. For a minute, they stay silent, both calming down a little before Chan moves on top of him, kissing his shoulder gently.

“And that wasn’t too rough?” he checks in and Changbin weakly shakes his head.

“That was amazing, you’re amazing,” he tells him, making him giggle. “Don’t laugh, I mean it,” he pouts, blushing a little as Chan kisses his cheek.

“You’re so cute,” he grins, and Changbin huffs.

“Will you stop calling me cute?” he laughs, and Chan squeezes him gently.

“Never,” he smirks before pushing himself up with a soft grunt. “Alright, let’s get cleaned up before the others return back home.”

Changbin smiles to himself and hums agreeingly. Minho had been right; Chan is incredible.

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[bangrychannie]

Stray Kids Fic Recs-Demons

Hello! It is time for another group of fic recs, this time anything related to demons (ex. succubi and former "imaginary friends")! Demon summoning is one of my fav tropes so again if you have any recs that aren't on this list send them my way! Mostly Minsung with some others

My other fic rec lists:

Misc

Time Loop

Angst free

let me wrap the chains by saru (Minsung | 1/1 | 23,164 | explicit)

Pressure at the foot of the bed makes the mattress dip, and Jisung experiences what can only be described as waking up into a dream. His brain, foggy with short-lived and restless sleep, registers a number of things that might not make total sense but are received as facts, regardless: there’s a hand tugging at the waistband of his underwear, a pair of knees bracketing his own, and the distinct smell of fire in the air. In the darkness of his room, ruby red eyes trail up Jisung’s body before locking on his own. — or, Jisung’s late-night visitor turns out to not be quite as imaginary as he originally thought.

I love the world building in this one!

amber of ember by adisadatra (Minsung | 1/1 | 21,941 | Explicit)

Minho is tired. He’s so, so tired, and he’s felt unsafe in his own life since the day he discovered Seojoon and his lover in his bed. At work, in Minho’s flat, at his favourite park with the hideous fountain, he’s always listening for footsteps behind him, braced for impact and seeing danger everywhere with his nerves feeling peeled raw. He’s spiralling downward, he knows he is, and he’s not even sure what’s real anymore. Making a deal with a demon isn’t the worst-case scenario right now.

I loved this one! Basically Minho has a creepy ex and makes a deal with a demon (Jisung) to get revenge

above the trees by tentoheaven (Binsung | 1/1 | 30,245 | Explicit)

Changbin stares at him, still struggling to take in all of his features. It’s incredible how someone can look so different, yet still completely unchanged. “Jisung?” Part of him still holds onto the belief that the man will frown, maybe laugh mockingly, maybe ask ‘who the fuck is Jisung?’ and leave. Changbin isn’t sure whether that would be worse than the alternative. (Or: ten years after his abrupt disappearance, Changbin’s imaginary friend barges back into his life—not human, but very much real.)

I loved Changbin and Jisung's dynamic in this one! Minor 2min as well which is super cute

god knows we're lonely souls by flying_dream (Minchan | 3/3 | 34,864 | Mature)

Chan is a touch-starved producer. Minho is a sleep paralysis demon who has never known affection. They're not in love - they barely even know each other - but somehow they manage to make it work.

This is for sure my favorite on this list, if you only read one read this one!

exception has been thrown by the target of an invocation by yamesungie (Minsung | 1/1 | 4862 | Explicit)

format-default : Exception has been thrown by the target of an invocation. “What the fuck do you mean, invocation? Am I coding or playing D&D? Do I have to roll a d20? Do a blood offering?” “Invocation is another term for a method call, you can thank me later.” “Hey, I was joking, I already-” knew that. Wait, what the- Jisung lets out a blood curdling scream and almost falls out of his chair as he turns his face away from his screen. The man standing next to him stares at him, arms crossed and an amused grin on his face. “What the fuck are you doing in my apartment?” "I feed off humans' lust, anguish and despair. It’s only natural I choose to target software developers past their bedtime, right?" (or: Jisung is a software developer on the verge of a mental breakdown, Minho is the incubus who visits him at 1am.)

Super silly concept and a short and sweet fic

How I Met My Demon by alcrox (Jeongsung | 1/1 | 17,447 | Explicit)

“Well, to my utter surprise, no demons were summoned,” proclaims Jisung dramatically. Now that the shooting is nearing its end, he feels decidedly more chipper. Less faking it. “Fuck you too, demons.” He swipes a broad hand over the glitter, messing it up even more. It looks like there has been a bloodbath in the room, only the blood is shiny and glittery and sticks everywhere. “Now-” “I swear to hell, what is your problem?” Jisung jumps. Violently.

5 times Jisung summons a demon and 1 time he doesn’t.

Where Jisung is a youtuber and summons a demon as a joke. Love this one!!

And that's all I have for demon fics! Like I said before if you have any (or any other fic I haven't recced yet) that you've liked that aren't on this list please send! My next ideas for fic rec lists are fantasy, fake dating, and college au--if you want me to do one of these first also lmk!

[binaut]

bolo de morango e outras catástrofes — bang chan & changbin (stray kids)

⌕ psd: coloursource.

[violet-1atte]

Kinktober Day Twelve: Somnophilia - Changbin/Chan

Tags: smut, mildly dubious consent, top!Changbin, bottom!Chan, just Changbin being whipped for Chan

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Chan was so pretty when he slept. His hair, wavy from the shower he took the night before, fanned across the pillow and framed his cheeks. His cheeks were pink from being deep under a pile of blankets all night and there was a glow to them that was probably left from the sex he’d had before bed. His strawberry-pink lips were parted slightly. His pink tongue was visible through the small space. It would be so easy to dip a finger inside…

Changbin didn’t think of himself as greedy. He knew when to control himself, how much of anything was too much. Not when it came to Chan, however. When it came to Chan, he was insatiable. It didn’t matter that less than eight hours ago, he had fucked Chan into the mattress until he was crying. It didn’t matter that he had filled him up with his cum at least twice, and made Chan come three times. It didn’t matter that he had eaten him out in the shower after that to clean him, making him nearly collapse against the tiled walls. 

None of that mattered because he still wanted more. 

The longer Changbin watched Chan’s peacefully sleeping form, the more he wanted. There were only two times where Chan truly looked at peace. When he was asleep and when he was taking Changbin’s cock. So maybe the wires in Changbin’s brain were a little crossed. Maybe that’s why his cock was steadily hardening in his sweatpants just from seeing Chan sleeping peacefully in the bed. 

They had talked about this before. Chan said that Changbin could have him whenever he wanted, even if he was asleep. Changbin had never taken him up on that offer. But he had wanted to many times. Something held him back each time, mostly because he felt guilty waking Chan up. But also because even if Chan said it was okay, there was something about it that felt wrong, dirty. 

But right now, that only made him want it more. 

Chan had slept well last night. Better than he did most nights. Changbin still felt bad at the prospect of waking him up, but he didn’t think he could wait this time. Would Chan stay still like this? Breathing quietly, body soft and pliant, perfect for Changbin to use? Would he instead be reactive for Changbin just like he was when he was awake? Would he moan in his sleep, start having a wet dream, spread his legs more for Changbin on instinct? 

“Fuck,” Changbin said under his breath. He wanted to know. No, he needed to know. 

Carefully, Changbin rolled the blankets back. He bit his lip at the sight of Chan’s naked body, drank it in as the early morning rays danced across his skin in speckles of pink and orange. Splotches of purple decorated his smooth skin, the only blemish across the smooth expanse of his muscles. Some of them were older and more faded, others still had the vibrancy of a new bruise, placed there by Changbin’s lips just hours before. 

He took a few more moments to admire the elder, a small smile on his lips while he did so. Then he quietly grabbed the lube from where they left it on their bedside drawer and set it on the bed. Then, he began to carefully move between his legs. He pushed his thighs apart as gently as he could, adjusting his position with slow, steady movements that mimicked what he might make on his own while asleep. Chan stirred a little bit and he stopped, but as soon as Chan stilled he started again. 

Once he was safely between Chan’s parted thighs, he warmed up a little lube with his fingers and pressed his pointer finger against his hole.Chan moved again and let out a soft sigh and Changbin paused again. He really didn’t want to wake him before he got a little more sleep, but he had already made it this far. His desperation was too much. So he continued, pressing his finger all the way inside. Chan was still loose and stretched out from their previous activities and Changbin found it easy to push a second finger past his rim. He swallowed thickly when Chan clenched around him in his sleep, the reaction almost automatic. He looked up from where his hole was sucking his fingers in and noticed that his cock was beginning to harden as well, filling out where it rested against his thigh. It made something delicious burn in Changbin’s stomach to know that Chan was just as responsive even in his sleep. 

The third finger was a tighter fit than the second but Chan was still loose enough that it only took a moment for Changbin to be able to push them all the way in. Chan sighed again, but this time it sounded more like a moan. Changbin gave a gentle thrust of his fingers and watched as Chan’s abdomen tensed and his cock twitched. Changbin had to swallow back a groan at the sight. Changbin spread his fingers and Chan’s breath hitched. The faint light in the room showed his eyes moving rapidly under his lids, showing Changbin that he was dreaming. With the way his cock was beginning to leak, he figured his touches had triggered a wet dream. 

He removed his fingers after another moment when he decided Chan was definitely stretched enough to take his cock. He moved slowly so Chan still slept. He was letting out soft moans in his sleep even though he wasn't being touched anymore and the look on his sleeping face was one of bliss. 

Changbin rested his hands on Chan’s waist. He was so built and strong but it sometimes amazed Changbin how small he actually was. He held his breath and bit his lip as he pushed inside Chan. He nearly choked as his wet heat wrapped around him and the softness of his walls rubbed against his cock. He was still tight but he was so much more pliant in his sleep. There was none of the tension that usually followed Chan wherever he went. Just total calm. 

Once Changbin had given himself a few seconds to get used to the feeling of being inside Chan (no matter how often he was he would never get fully used to it), he began to move. Chan’s mouth fell open more and he moaned as Changbin gave the first deep thrust. He was slow, careful, and he wanted to take care of Chan. Give him a few more moments of blissful calm and pleasure before he woke. And maybe it was a little selfish, but he wanted to see Chan like this for a little longer. 

It was almost torture to fuck him so slow. Sweat beaded on Changbin’s forehead, not from the exertion that usually came with sex, but from the amount of restraint he was using. When Chan inevitably woke up, he would be able to fuck him harder. But for now he relished in the fact that each thrust had Chan’s body going rigid and had soft moans spilling from his mouth. Heat coiled in Changbin’s stomach and pleasure raced up his spine. He didn’t realize how worked up he was just from looking at Chan and fingering him until he’d gotten his cock inside him. He wasn’t going to last long. 

Changbin shifted his position a little to get more comfortable, a slight burn in his thighs already. His shift though caused his dick to hit right along Chan's prostate and the elder moaned loudly, his eyes finally peaking open. Changbin pouted a little but continued pushing into him. He didn’t want Chan to stop feeling good for even a second, and by now he was looking for his own high as well. 

“Bin–Binnie?” Chan asked, voice husky with sleep. He opened his mouth to continue but moaned instead as Changbin hit his prostate with his cock again. “ Ngh –Binnie, fuck,” he moaned, eyes falling shut again. He inhaled shakily and licked his lips. Changbin gave his waist a reassuring squeeze and brushed over his stomach with his thumb. 

“You want me to keep going, hyung?” he asked, just to be sure. He knew Chan had said before that this was okay, that he wanted to wake up to Chan fucking him, but if that had changed at all, he would stop immediately. 

“Y-yeah, s’good,” Chan slurred. 

“Good,” Changbin said, the corner of his lips turning up in a smirk. He picked up his pace a little bit, but focused more on giving Chan deep, precise thrusts. The sun had risen more outside and the warm morning light made Chan look so soft and gentle. Even though Changbin’s cock was aching and he twitched every time Chan clenched around him, he felt a bit sentimental. Chan’s beauty had a way of doing that to him. 

“Hah-how long were you– nngh -fuck, right there–” Chan managed when Changbin delivered a particularly hard thrust. Oh, how Chan’s sounds drove him mad . Chills ran up and down his spine and more blood rushed to his cock. 

“How long, what, hyung?” Changbin asked, a bit of condescension dripping into his tone. 

“H-how long’ve you been fuckin’ me?” Chan finished, a deep red spreading across his pretty cheeks, one that was pinker than the sunrise had been. 

“Not too long,” Changbin responded, followed by a moan when Chan’s hole squeezed around him. “You–shit–you just looked so pretty. Can never get enough of you so I couldn’t wait. I didn’t wanna wake you.” 

A small smile made its way onto Chan’s face. “That’s okay. I’ll never mind getting woken up like this,” he said, which was evident by how hard he was clenching around Changbin and how hard and red his pretty cock was. 

“You were still loose,” Changbin commented through gritted teeth as he rolled his hips. Chan gasped, throwing his head back. “Didn’t even need to prep you.” Changbin could feel himself getting closer, Chan’s reactions to his words and touches alone enough to get him off. The coil of heat in his belly was tightening and it would only be a few more minutes before it snapped. 

“Sh-shit, Binnie,” Chan whined, a bit of his accent slipping through with the closer he got. Changbin loved when Chan’s accent slipped out when he spoke Korean, especially because that was a tell-tale sign he was about to come. 

“You gonna come for me, Channie-hyung?” Changbin asked, punctuating his words with a sharp thrust. Chan responded with a gasp and a quick nod of his head. “Good, you look so pretty when you come,” he said softly, his thumb rubbing along his stomach once again. “Go on, you can touch yourself if you need to.” Chan never really had to ask him for permission for anything, but he liked to receive it anyway. He spent so much time having to be in charge and having to know what to do that sometimes it was just nice to have someone else do it for him. 

Chan reached down and wrapped his hand around his cock, timing the pumps of his fist with Changbin’s thrusts. Changbin had been fucking him slow and deep the whole time but now he couldn’t resist picking up his thrusts. Pleasure zipped up his spine at the sight of Chan jerking off his leaking cock and the feeling of his walls around his cock. He rolled his hips a few more times before he came with a groan, filling Chan up with his cum. 

Chan keened as Changbin rode out his orgasm, twitching inside him. Changbin coming was enough to tip him over the edge and he let out a long whine as he came all over his stomach. Changbin’s cock twitched again at the sight of Chan’s blissed-out face as he came, but he tried to keep his arousal at bay. “So pretty, hyung,” he hummed, reaching up to caress Chan’s cheek. Chan hummed softly as he did. His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. 

“I’m gonna have to take another shower now,” he said with a playful pout. 

Changbin rolled his eyes. “That’s all you have to say? I see how it is,” he responded, shaking his head. Chan laughed and suddenly an idea popped into Changbin’s mind. “Actually…I have a better way to clean you up.” 

Chan raised his eyebrows and tilted his head. “Huh? How–oh.” 

Changbin pulled out and pushed himself back, dipping his head between Chan’s thighs. Chan shivered around him and he smirked as he got to work. It was a nice way to clean him up, but it was also an excuse to continue touching him, because Changbin truly would never get enough.

[chans-room]

Secret Santa 2023

🎁 Happy Holidays! This is a gift for @binniesbang courtesy of the Stayblr Secret Santa event hosted by @changbeens ❄️ I hope you enjoy! I also wrote a short, fluffy fic to go with it because I couldn't get these two out of my head 🤭 fic under the cut

Pairing: Bang Chan × Reader x Changbin

Length: 1.5k

Warnings: none! Just soft, poly, friends to lovers, winter vibes with BinChan 🤍 this quite literally is the softest thing I've ever written in my LIFE. i love them. 🥹

You were fully immersed in the Muppets Christmas Carol, sitting between your two best friends when your eyes were drawn to the window by a fluttering movement. And when you realized what it was that you had seen, you couldn’t stop the gasp that tore itself out of your throat. Snow. The first in what felt like ages. You threw yourself off the couch and ran to the door, giggling as you went. 

You had already pulled on your coat by the time Chan and Changbin had scrambled off the couch, both of them staring at you. “Ma’am, do you mind explaining yourself? We were about to see the Ghost of Christmas Present, which is arguably the best part of this movie, and then you were gone!” Chan huffed, putting his hands on his hips and raising an eyebrow at you. 

You rolled your eyes and dropped to the floor to pull on your snow boots, “Guys, it’s snowing! We have to go out before it stops!” You exclaimed, grinning at them.

“Alright, angel, I’m in. Whatever you want,” Changbin shrugged, winking at you before turning to the row of coats hanging by the door and pulling his off the hook.

But Chan’s huff stopped you both, eyebrows furrowed. “It's getting dark, we can't go out tonight. We’ll have to wait till morning.” 

You frowned at him as he crossed his arms over his chest, “Just for a little bit? I promise we’ll come in before it gets too dark and cold, but we can’t just wait till morning! It’ll be done snowing by then. Come on Channie, please?” You pouted up at him.

“Yeah come on Channie, please?” Changbin pouted, the same sad expression on your face mirrored on his.

Chan looked between the two of you for a minute before rolling his eyes and snatching his coat off the hanger. You and Changbin both giggled in excitement, finishing putting on your layers as quickly as possible so Chan couldn’t change his mind. 

Changbin reached out to you to help you off the floor, both of you about to dart out into the cold when a hand caught yours; Chan had a soft smile on his face and took a step forward, making you both nearly nose to nose. The butterflies in your stomach floated up into your chest and got caught in your throat; seeing him so close always did that to you. His dimples deepened for a second before he looked over your shoulder, presumably at Changbin, and rolled his eyes. The moment was gone, but you still felt the sparkles of electricity bouncing around you as he wrapped another scarf around your neck and pulled you outside.

The snow wasn't coming down too hard, but you didn’t care. The setting sun lit up the clouds from the inside, bathing everything in a muted glow that felt like something out of a movie. It was like your own personal snow globe, and you couldn’t think of anyone you’d rather be with. 

The three of you wandered around, not seeing a single other person as you walked. Changbin had steered you off the beaten path and into a large clearing you’d never seen before. The entire expanse was covered in a perfect, even layer of snow. The three of you all exchanged looks and less than 10 seconds later, you simultaneously decided to run out into the field and start throwing it at each other. 

You couldn’t remember the last time you had laughed so hard or had so much fun. You felt like a kid again, playing outside with your two best friends; Chan’s nose was tinged pink and his grin absolutely infectious, and Changbin was giggling maniacally as he ran around, snowflakes clinging to the curly hairs sticking out from underneath his beanie. 

“Hey, that's not fair!” Changbin shouted as you and Chan teamed up to take him down, tackling him into the snow after he had managed to shove a handful of snow down your back and land a snowball to the side of Chan’s face.

“All is fair in love and war, Binnie,” you laughed, collapsing onto your knees next to him, slightly breathless.

“And you definitely started it so don’t even complain about what’s fair, Bin,” Chan chastised playfully, slumping over onto your back, chin resting on the top of your hat covered head. “We should get going though, it’s gonna be dark soon.” 

You agreed, Chan helping you up before you both dragged a whining Changbin off the ground and out of the field. The trek back was quiet, but comfortable. The darkening sky had shifted into a dreamy muted purple. Walking in the lavender haze sent a bittersweet pang through your chest; you wished the three of you could stay in this moment forever. You would never get sick of the feeling of their hands in yours, but they weren’t yours. And you would never risk the friendship between the three of you to choose between them. Instead, you tried to remember every detail about that day, burning the memory of it into your mind. 

“What’s going on angel?” Changbin asked, squeezing your hand softly as he pulled you to a stop, both he and Chan looking concerned. “You look like you’re about to cry.”

You shook your head, smiling at them softly, “No, Binnie. I’m perfect, just trying to make sure I always remember today. I can’t remember ever being so happy.” You saw both Chan and Changbin get shy, turning away from you to hide their smiles, making you chuckle.

Chan cleared his throat, “Alright, no more distractions ma’am. Time to head home to thaw you out,” he said, grabbing your hand in his again and pulling you behind him. 

Changbin quickly grabbed your free hand, matching the swift pace Chan set, “He’s right you know, we don’t need you to turn into a snow angel, now do we?”

By the time the three of you made it inside, your teeth were chattering and you could barely feel your fingers or toes. “Bin, wanna make our girl some hot cocoa to defrost? Miss ma’am here has been trying to get her shoes untied for the last 5 minutes,” he joked.

You stuck your tongue out at him as Changbin laughed, disappearing into the kitchen. “Are you just gonna be a meanie or are you gonna help me out, Christopher Bang?”

“No,” he whined, “not the full name!” You rolled your eyes and held your boot-clad foot up to him with a raised eyebrow. A smile broke on his face and he grabbed your boot and yanked it right off you, the other following immediately after. “Anything else, ma’am?”

You giggled and shook your head, pulling him into the living room into the spot next to you on the couch. You busied yourself with setting up the Muppets Christmas Carol from where you had previously abandoned it as Changbin shuffled in. 

“Angel, this one's for you,” he beamed, placing the cup in your hands. He gave the other mug to Chan before sinking into your other side, sandwiching you between them. You let the two of them warm you up as you finished the movie, stealing glances at both of them out of the corner of your eye. Their eyes were sparkling with joy as they watched, making your heart feel like it was being wrapped in cotton candy. 

As the credits began, you heard Chan sigh, making you look at him in concern. “What’s up Channie.” He made eye contact with Changbin over your shoulder, mouth opening and closing as his eyes flicked between the two of you. 

But it was Changbin’s voice that cut through the silence, “We should date.”

“What?” you nearly screamed, whipping around to look at him. “We can’t–I mean–I can’t–our friendship–and—”

“What Changbin meant to say,” Chan scoffed, grabbing your hand, “was that we’ve talked about it and we think that all three of us should be together. Like officially.”

“Yeah, I mean. We all hang out all the time anyway, so we should just add kissing and real dates and commitment to it. Because I’ve had a crush on both of you for… ever.” Changbin admitted, tucking his chin into his chest with a sheepish smile.

“Me too, I–I don’t want to be with anyone else,” Chan stuttered, “U-unless you don’t feel the—”

“I definitely feel the same,” you whispered, goosebumps breaking out across your arms as your heart started fluttering in your chest.

“Well then ma’am, what do you say? Can we be your boyfriends?” Chan teased, whispering in your ear, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek.

“Don’t leave us hanging, angel,” Changbin cooed, nuzzling his nose against your cheek.

You couldn’t find the words to answer them, simply squeezing their hands and nodding, earning a squeal of happiness from Changbin that dissolved into giggles from the three of you and a flurry of kisses against your cheek from Chan.

“I guess it’s time for our first official fight as your boyfriends, angel…” Changbin sighed after he stopped giggling, making you frown and cup his face.

“Why? What’re we fighting about Binnie? What’s wrong?” You asked.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Chan asked, “We have to fight over who gets to kiss you first.”

[changbinholic]

✧Can You Feel My Heart✧

Chapter 1: Would you rather be alone?

↬Bang Chan/Seo Changbin

↬tags: a/b/o; smut; breeding kink; accidental heat triggering

↬sumarry: human!Chan is wolf!Changbin's mate and his breeding kink triggers his heat.

↬a/n: Is this my chaptered Bnchn debut???? Posted this for Binnie's birthday but didn't have time to make a post.

Very slow updates.

[hearted-anon]

Returning the love..

Words: 1.6k Notes: Binchan my heart T/w: Angst, intense.. Lee: Changbin Ler: Channie

For @itzsana-kiddingmenow

"Bin, am I worth it?" Chan's voice rang throughout the studio, sullenly slumping down into the couch. He had just ended a live where things didn't go as plan, making him spiral deep into thought about how he was really perceived by others. He usually confided these feelings into Changbin, the younger being his support to lean on through every hardship and negative thought he wished to get rid off. Tears welled up in his eyes, ready to lean onto the weight that held him steady during his hardships.

"Of course you are." Changbin replies, not looking back once at the sulking leader. His fingers drummed lightly to a beat they were making, as if lost in the dreams of his musicality to notice how the leader felt. Chan sniffled, hiding himself away in the corner of the couch as the rapper got consumed into the art of their production, awaiting his notice like a child who was deprived of their parents' care when they scraped their knee.

"But I'm not good enough..." The leader shuffled in his seat, Changbin snapping his head to lock eyes with him. How could he, of all people say he wasn't good enough? Bangchan, he who worked countless hours using up his blood, tears, life and soul dedicating himself to the members and entertainment to ensure stays hear their comebacks, he who comforted millions all over the world with speeches and hugs, dare say he wasn't good enough? If that was the case, then most people would be peasants underneath him then.

“You’re more than good, chan, I love you.” The younger sighs, the wheels of the chair squeaking in agony as he finally turned around to face the older, cupping Bangchan’s cheek with his hand to wipe away the tears gently with his index finger. The warmth of his hand felt like a cuddle blanket on winter day finally wrapped around him, making chan let out a soft smile to show off that dimple slightly, adding all the more to Changbin’s reasons on why he adorns his leader so much.

“I wouldn’t friend me if I was myself.” Bangchan mumbled, starting to sulk once more. The light in him dimmed down, flickering under Changbin's studious gaze, watching his every move from breathing patterns to every fidget, he saw it all. It almost scares the older, how much attention he's willing to put into cheering up the leader, never ever backing down from the depths of even hell to put a smile on everyone's face, almost like at the expense of himself.

"Don't say that, you're worth more than the world gives you." Changbin soothingly whispers, wrapping his arms around Chan to close up the holes in his heart that leaked out tears akin to a tap, never ending unless closed to the brim. Chan sobbed quietly, burying his head into the shoulder he sought warmth in, trembling and shaking as the bottle tipped over, spilling out its contents in the form of salty tears that soaked into Bin's shoulder. They laid in comfortable silence, neither daring to move an inch or more so make a breath deep enough to interrupt the currents of aircon that embraced them both coolly.

Eventually, the rapper shuffled awkwardly, as if his mouth entailed forbidden words that were stuck, his tongue caught along the strings of not wanting to hurt others. The leader silently rubbed at Changbin's back, coaxing the words out of him slowly but surely as a cough finally submerged from the quiet studio they both once basked in.

"Do you love me?" He choked out softly, afraid, scared that he had tugged too hard at the leader's heartstrings, afraid that he was asking for too much. He felt the frustration bubble up in him but also the lump forming in the back of his throat, conflicted between his emotions and his want to give the right, but icy advice at he struggled to get out. Bangchan's eyes widened at the question he himself had asked mere moments ago, as if the hourglass had flipped, their roles reversed. Of course he loved Changbin, there isn't a reason not to love the bubbly, outgoing rapper who could finish at work pile seriously when needed in a matter of days. However, he still hesitated, hesitated in giving the comfort the rapper gave him that he needed to return, and he didn't know why.

"Yea." Came the short reply of the leader, solemnly staring at the floorboards in the distance that seemed to nag at him for the lack of response. Changbin didn't complain, only releasing the hug to go back to his dreams and fantasies of music again. The hint of a frown was evident on the rapper's face, the clicking sounds seeming to drown out his thoughts mindlessly. However, Bangchan's satisfaction for the comfort never ended, although he felt extreme guilt for wanting more than he should've bargained for,

It would never be enough for him, wouldn't it?

"Changbin, I don't think I'm worth-" Bangchan mummured, fiddling with his fingers that grew to be clammy, sweating away its endless worries with the cold wind that evaporated its droplets. Changbin didn't respond, calmly heaving a sigh. But with the way the mouse squeezed under his hands threatened to break under the pressure with strips of veins poking out sneakily, his breaths interchanging unstably from quick and shallow to deep and calm told Chan otherwise on how he really felt.

"Do you even love yourself?" Changbin interrupted, the once calm and peaceful rapper looked like he was about to boil over in frustration with how he was tensed up despite his tone trying to reassure the leader. Bangchan flinched at the harsh underlying tone, he knew it was bound to happen. He knew his constant want to be comforted was going to drive anyone crazy at one point, no one could withstand their efforts amounting to nothing after all, it just left more scars than they would come into help with.

But yet something in Bangchan wouldn't stop pressing those buttons, as if wanting Changbin to overflow.

"...No." Was all Bangchan could get out, he was silent at the question. It felt slightly ridiculous, he thought he was expressive enough at the lack of self-love he had, but the piercing glare the younger had on the computer kept him at bay from questioning anything further, not wanting to press in any further to the buttons he had already broken. To his surprise, Changbin only pressed his temples together before gently massaging the area, almost to tell him how disappointed he was.

"You must love yourself before anyone else can love you." Changbin muttered, looking like the last of his energy was finally sucked away, his eyes held a tale of murky water, blank and deep and unable to look beyond its surface. Bangchan couldn't wrap his head around what he just heard, was the younger out of it? He knew of all people that Chan was almost incapable of loving himself, the little bursts of effort he used to put into even trying wearing down overtime when he barely made progress, just slumping back down to leaning onto the rapper for his every insecure need.

"No." The kangaroo repeated his words from before, refusing his words in an instant. He knew the words Changbin spoke were nothing short of the truth, but he didn't let it sink in. He couldn't believe himself, how was someone like him going to love someone as disgusting, downright filth as himself? His heart throbbed with shame, but it only deepened when Changbin simply stood from his chair like the singular dry response that the older gave, and left. The soft breeze of the air conditioner suddenly became humid, as Bangchan became more anxious of where the rapper had gone.

Maybe if he had tried, things would be different.

.....................................

Bangchan exhaled shakily, turning the door knob to the studio, dimly lit by flickering lights. It had been almost a year now, the kangaroo struggling to move a step into the rundown area. The scent of flowers lingered throughout, forever torturing him of things that poked the back of his mind like claws. He walks over solemnly to the table, pencil marks everywhere, little doodles of love that faded out along with his heart, a piece of paper half blank, the other filled with memories that taunted him.

Hesitantly picking up a pencil, he draws a flower, a flower that has wilted over time, drawing him out past his memories. The kind that flowed on top of the now lonely wind, the breeze that used to comfort them and bring them ever so closer, only to now chill him down to the bone. Chan felt tears welling up into his eyes again, but who could now comfort him when he felt this sad? Blinking back tears, he shut them for a moment, only to see him in that chair, the giggling echoing throughout the room as Chris could only think of him.

Kneeling down next to records that wilted overtime, Bangchan was now left alone again to wander these lonely streets that called out his name, only to be ignored as his heart squeezed and longed for someone else's comfort, and he knew exactly who. He wailed and trembled, screaming out in agony as he begged helplessly for the guiding light that was now put out, tears that streamed down his face knowing that nothing would ever change now.

With a slight tremble he lifts his head again, his ears were filled with the soft hum of the song they both used to sing together. Hiccupping through the pain, he sings along with what he refused to believe was a hallucination, bringing him the peace that finally settled along with the love in his heart, the strings that tugged with guilt finally set free, maybe, just maybe...

The floral scent that lingered awhile longer, stayed with him throughout that walk.

[pretty-racha]

if i start posting my fics, who would be interested ? also any requests are appreciated

(my ao3 is always in my carrd if u prefer to read there too)

[skz-fanfic-recs]

goodbye, earl! by velooscuro

a circle of eight, accusations flinging. the body, with an ornate knife dug in up to the hilt in its throat, is not present, but it might as well be; everybody present has the body etched in their minds. the look of horror on its face, the blood splatter against its pale skin—it’s unforgettable stuff. seungmin eyes the others warily. all this suspicion, all this investigation, all this accusation, and they’re not any closer to the truth. and then felix steps forward, shushing everybody else without a word. he raises a trembling hand, and, with an unsteady voice, confesses, “i-it was me. i killed him.” wherein a weekend away turns sinister—or was it sinister from the start?

[chrisbangsbf]

you make me wet

Pairing: Chan/Changbin

Rating: Explicit 18+

Word Counter: 2.8k

Tags and Warnings: Alternate Universe - A/B/O, non-traditional A/B/O, top omega Changbin, bottom alpha Chan, hybrids, friends with benefits, sexual experimentation, degradation, small dicks (please read the the tags on ao3 before reading)

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Changbin is pretty caught off guard when Chan mentions wanting to bottom for the first time, but it also makes him hornier than he's ever been.

[here4theheartbreak]

Leader of the Pack Ch.7 (Morning After)

Relationships: Bangchan x Changbin   (SKZ) Genre: smut | angst w/ a happy ending | werewolf au   Rating: Explicit     ChapterWordCount: ~3.4k   Tags(not all tags apply to all chapters; these are full fic tags): DD:DNE, Smut,  Friends to Lovers, Werewolf AU, Angst w/ a happy ending, Fluff, Werewolf Bang Chan, Idolverse, Minor Violence, Side Pairing Felix/Minho, Bickering, Rough, Dirty Talk, Bottom Changbin, Top Chan, Werewolf Smut, Knots

Summary: Secrets are hard to keep from those we love. This was a fact that Chan knew all too well. He loved his members and he shared every piece of himself with them - except the biggest, and most vital. Chan was cursed.   ​   A/N: Fic will be updated Mondays as schedule allows (sorry it was late this week!); Please note that fic will include smut while member is in wolf form; he is still sentient and able to communicate, which is the reason for the dead dove tag; please do not proceed if not comfortable with this.     Read on AO3! | Read on Asian Fanfics

Chan rolled over, the ground cold under his back even as the sun warmed his face. He yawned, blinking sleep from his eyes as he adjusted to his surroundings. As the previous night came back in a rush, his body warmed for a wholly different reason. He looked over at Changbin, smiling softly. He was still sleeping, hood pulled up to shield his face from the early morning sun. Chan sat up slowly, careful not to wake him, and gently pulled his boxers from the bag that had slipped mostly free from under his head in the night. He pulled them on and padded carefully over to a tree to relieve himself, wincing at the rocks under his bare feet.

He rested his head on his arm, leaned against the tree as he considered how to approach what happened last night. He wasn’t upset about it; on the contrary actually, but it was a big jump for Changbin – at the start of the evening he’d been terrified of Chan’s wolf.

“Chan?” Changbin’s sleep raspy voice sounded.

“Here, just taking a leak,” Chan called. He tucked himself away and made his way back through the trees, re-entering the spot they’d slept in.

Changbin looked over, his shoulders relaxing. He rubbed his eyes and sniffled, groaning. “I’m stuffy.”

“Probably because you slept with a wolf all night,” Chan said. He grabbed the bag and pulled his clothes out, pulling them back on.

“In more than one way.” Changbin mumbled, smirking when Chan met his gaze.

“Speaking of…” Chan fixed his shirt and sat back on the blanket, pulling on his socks and shoes. “We should talk about that.”

“Are you okay with it happening?” Changbin asked. He found his nasal spray and turned away to take it, groaning and pinching his nose afterward.

“Well… Yeah, I mean… I’m ecstatic,” Chan admitted. “But it’s a lot for you.”

“It was. Is.” Changbin agreed.  He found his phone and turned on the front camera, taking a moment to try and fix his messy hair. He grimaced at himself and turned it off, pulling his hood back up.

Chan smiled. “I like your hair curly like that. It’s cute.”

“It’s uncontrollable. Impossible.”

“Just like it’s owner.”

Changbin glared, wrinkling his nose at Chan.

Chan laughed. He pulled his knees up and folded his arms on them, putting his chin atop the stack. “So… What do you feel about last night?”

Changbin looked out over the river for a bit, remaining silent. Finally he nodded, sniffling and looking back to Chan. “I’m fine with it.”

Chan hesitated, a confused smile spreading across his face. “That’s it? Just… Fine with it?”

Changbin nodded. “Yeah. Look, you’re not human. There’s a part of you that is a wolf, for God’s sake.” He chuckled. “And that’s a lot to sit with, you’re not wrong. But I care about you. A lot,” he added the last part quietly, lowering his gaze to his lap. “And that means caring about all sides of you. I thought I’d struggle with it, but last night… While we played together, you know, before we… Played… I realized that I’m not struggling. You’re still you, even if you’re in this other shape. I can feel you in there still. When you look at me a certain way… It’s still you, no question about it.”

“You didn’t force yourself to do that stuff… Right?”

Changbin shook his head. “You saw how turned on I was.”

“I could smell it,” Chan admitted. He bit his lip at the thought. “It was… Intense.”

“So I couldn’t have forced it.” He shrugged and looked over at Chan. “I don’t think that way. About actual animals or anything. It’s just you. It did something to me, knowing you were in there… Doing that and…” He drifted off.

“I don’t think you’re weird,” Chan said. He moved over so he was sitting next to Changbin. After a moment, he rested his head on his shoulder. “Can I be honest?”

“You know you can.” Changbin said, looking out over the river.

Chan set his hand over Changbin’s, gently brushing his fingertips over his soft skin. “I was surprised when I smelled that you were turned on. But after that shock wore off… I was so happy. I knew you were trying so hard last night to be comfortable with me like that, and I really appreciated it. So to realize that you were comfortable – you were more than comfortable, you wanted to be intimate with me even when my wolf was out… I’ve never felt more cared about. I knew you were looking past the animal side of me and seeing me, and I just…”

Chan hesitated. He wanted to say it, but they hadn’t been formally dating long. What if it was too soon? Would Changbin understand?

Changbin turned his head, pressing a kiss to Chan’s temple and interrupting his worries. “I know,” he mumbled against Chan’s skin. “I’m glad you don’t see me as weird for that.”

“Not at all. It was more than I could ask for in a m—Boyfriend. But everything I’d dreamed about having.”

“Mate,” Changbin said softly. He looked down at their hands before lacing their fingers together. Chan closed his eyes, his stomach giving a little flip as his heart stuttered over the word. Mate.

“Yeah,” he whispered.

“Mate is more serious than boyfriend, it seems.”

“Could be,” Chan said, trying to keep his tone even. His heart was stuttering a loud rhythm against his ribcage, blood rushing past his eardrums.

“We haven’t been dating very long.”

“I know. I wasn’t going to say anything about it, I know it’s a lot,” Chan said quickly. “It’s just… Like I explained before, it’s… Everything is really simplistic and intense when I’m in that form. So nuances of humanity are often… Not there.”

“You didn’t let me finish,” Changbin scolded, bumping Chan with his shoulder. “I was going to say that we haven’t been dating very long, but we’ve been partners for six years, pretty much. Since before debut, before Stray Kids was even a solid dream, you’ve been with me.”

“I always knew you’d debut with me,” Chan admitted softly. “I knew I was gonna fight for it if there was a chance of happening any other way. I’ve always felt that connection with you.”

“You? Or your wolf?”

“Both.” Chan looked up, meeting his gaze. “We’ve always seen you as our second, no matter what the pack makeup was. There was no question about it with you. Even when I got the choice, when we did the show. You were always going to be by my side.”

“You really did hand pick a pack, didn’t you?” Changbin chuckled. “Did your wolf guide those picks too?”

“Some. Jisung and Felix were instinctual. Others were more complex reasoning, Hyunjin, for example. I knew he had talent and he’d be good for the group. But everything I do is partly my wolf too – we’re one.”

“Has he wanted to… Have me as a mate since then?”

Chan glanced down, his cheeks warming. He nodded. “It started as puppy love, I think. We were intrigued by you and by the weird connection we felt. But as I got to know you – so did that part of me, him – and it escalated. The part of me that he dominates picked you as his mate the same time I came to terms with the fact that I’d fallen for you too.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Is that weird?”

Changbin snorted. “Man, you turn into a wolf. A literal, four legged, barking wolf. Everything about this is weird.” He looked over at Chan, smiling. “And I’m okay with that. We’ve never exactly been the poster kids for normal anyways.”

Chan searched Changbin’s face, desperate to believe him, but terrified he wasn’t being honest. Changbin’s expression didn’t change, however – it remained relaxed and open, a warm smile that hid nothing. Chan felt his body relaxing after a moment. He nodded.

“Thank you,” he whispered. “For talking it through with me.”

“I have a question for you now,” Changbin said.

“Shoot.”

“You’re gonna have sex with me. In that form, aren’t you?”

Chan’s brows shot up, his mouth opening in surprise. “I—We haven’t even had sex in human form yet, man.”

“Well, we haven’t sucked each other’s dicks in human form either, but I have a very vivid image of my dick in your muzzle last night.”

Chan laughed a little, covering his face with his hands. “Jesus, do you have to put it like that?”

“How else would I?” Changbin cried, throwing his arms up. “That’s what it was!”

Chan shook his head, folding his arms over his knees to hide his burning cheeks. “Yeah,” he mumbled, still chuckling. “He wants to.”

“That knot thing… It’s way bigger than your dick.”

“An inch or two, yeah… I don’t want to if you’re worried.” He looked up. “Honestly, definitely not a deal breaker. You accepting this part of me is enough.”

“No, I want to, someday. After we… You know.” The corner of Changbin’s mouth quirked up a little. “Just gonna need to prepare.”

“I’ll help,” Chan assured him. “When it gets to that… We’re in it together.”

Changbin nodded. He sighed softly then groaned, turning away and sneezing into his elbow. “Ugh.”

“I’m sorry. I’m sure there’s still fur everywhere.”

“Oh, there is. And I’m paying for it.” He rubbed his eyes and sniffled. “I’ll make an appointment with the doctor before the next moon, I promise.”

Chan chuckled. “Why do you need stronger allergy medicine, Changbin?” He asked in a mock older voice. “Oh you know, I’m just allergic to my boyfriend.”

Changbin laughed loudly, startling birds in a nearby tree. Chan joined him; his boisterous attitude was always a little contagious.

When the joke’s humor had faded and their laughs softened to small chuckles, each groaning with an aching side, Changbin turned his head and nudged Chan’s cheek with his nose.

“We should get back soon,” he mumbled.

Chan sighed heavily. “I know… I don’t want to, though.”

“Why not?”

“It’s nice like this. I’ve spent so long hiding that part of me, I forgot how nice it is to not have to. Even when we’re not talking about it, just knowing you’re aware of it and you’re still here… I like it.”

“Have you ever considered telling the members?”

“A few times. And I might, someday. Some of them. But it’s scary. I know what humans say about my kind. And I know those horror stories are embedded in us from childhood. I mean, look at how you reacted.”

“I was a jerk,” Changbin argued. “Our members won’t be like that. You’re our leader. You deserved more respect from me, and I know you’ll get it from them.”

Chan twitched one shoulder up in half a shrug. “I can’t be certain. And I don’t think I could live with myself if anyone on the team was scared of me. The look in your eyes— I can’t handle that with anyone else.”

Changbin didn’t answer for a long time. When he did, his voice was barely above a whisper.

“I’m sorry, Chan.”

“You don’t have to be.”

“Yeah, I do. I fucked up, big time. And I know that weighs on you. Both as my friend and the team’s leader, and now as my boyfriend. I wish I could convince you it’s not on you, but I know I can’t. You’re the stubborn one.”

Chan snorted. “Speak for yourself.”

Changbin grunted but continued. “It’s your decision, if you want to tell the team. And no matter what you choose to do, I’ll support it. If you tell them, I’m gonna be right there with you, okay? You don’t have to be alone in this anymore.”

Chan looked over, his chest tightening at the gentle words. He rolled onto his side, laying an arm across Changbin’s middle as he rested his head on his chest. He closed his eyes, listening to Changbin’s strong, steady heartbeat as it blended with the river’s rush. Changbin wrapped his arms around him, nosing his hair a moment before kissing the top of his head.

The two laid in silence like that until Changbin’s phone rang next to him. He grumbled at it, taking a far longer time than necessary to remove his arm from around Chan’s shoulders to answer it.

“Yeah?” He was silent for a moment. Chan could hear a familiar male voice on the other line, but couldn’t make out the words.

“Sure we can,” Changbin agreed. “Yeah, probably about twenty away. About to get breakfast then we can meet.” He paused again. “Uh-huh. Yeah, we have Bang Chan’s car.” He hung up and sighed, jarring Chan’s head from its comfortable resting spot.

“Manager,” he said.

“I didn’t think we had a schedule today.”

“Apparently neither did he. But the team wants to meet up with us to discuss where we are with ideas for the next album.”

Chan groaned. He rolled onto his back, looking up at the blue sky. “I love my job.”

“You do. But it’s exhausting,” Changbin agreed. Chan nodded. He sat up and stretched, his back popping.

Changbin grunted. “Did you change back while you were asleep?” He asked.

Chan nodded. He rose and began to pack up the few items lying around. “Yeah. Thankfully when I’m sleeping it doesn’t wake me up. I’m sure it’s terrifying to watch, but. I prefer shifting back when I’m sleeping for that reason.”

“Yeah, gotta say. That’s… A sight I don’t think I’ll ever be okay with.”

“I’ll change in the trees from now on.”

Changbin nodded. He rose, helping erase their presence from the spot before grabbing the keys. “You know the way outta here, right?”

“Of course. I sleep here a lot.” He took the keys from Changbin and headed into the tree line.

 ***

 Jisung was already in the boardroom when Chan and Changbin entered. He cocked a brow, smirking at them. “Have a nice night?”

“Amazingly relaxing,” Changbin said, lifting his chin up as he spoke. “Got chased by a pack of wild wolves and slept next to a river. How about you?”

Chan chuckled his rather on the nose joke, elbowing him playfully. “Have the suits come by?”

“No, you’re good. Starting in a few minutes.” He leaned forward when they sat, putting his chin in his hands. “So, spill,” he said, facing Changbin.

“Spill what?”

“What does he do on those mysterious days off?”

Changbin smirked and shrugged.

Jisung pouted. “Oh come on, really? Haven’t we been taking bets on what he does since we were kids? Now you know and you’re not gonna tell us?”

“Wait,” Chan raised his hands. “Taking bets on what I do?”

“Well duh, you can’t tell me you didn’t realize we’ve been curious to know what you do ever since we became a group. You’ve been doing it since before we debuted. And since you literally never take a break otherwise, we’ve always been curious.”

“Seriously?” He laughed. “Man, it’s nothing interesting.”

“Then why haven’t you told us? And why haven’t any of us come with you, hm?”

Chan motioned with both hands to Changbin, who smiled silently in response. “it’s seriously nothing.”

Jisung tilted his head, brows up as he waited, staring at Changbin.

“No, he means it,” Changbin said. “We just walked around and went to bed.”

“Where?”

“Where what? Did we go to bed?”

“Yeah. It’s not like you can walk into any old hotel, you’re both a bit recognizable.”

“I’ve had a standing reservation for years. It’s not in the city,” Chan said. He felt a little bad about lying, but he’d never been confronted about this before in this manner – he had to come up with something.

“So what, you… You seriously just… Leave once a month to sleep in a hotel? Isn’t that kind of silly?”

“It’s not about what I do,” Chan said. “It’s just my night a month to disconnect. Recharge myself, and make sure I’m the best leader I can be. And now that I have a partner, it’s a night that he and I can spend together without anyone else.”

Jisung’s brows knitted together as he processed Chan’s explanation. He sighed heavily, dropping one hand and letting his cheek rest in the other. “Well that’s disappointing.”

Chan chuckled. “What do you mean?”

“Well, Felix was betting dollars to donuts that you were a werewolf. Minho noticed you always plan your day off around the full moon.”

Chan and Changbin exchanged a glance. Changbin’s expression was guarded, his mouth carefully straight and stoic. Chan grinned. He tipped his head back and howled, making clawing motions in the air with his hands. When both Jisung and Changbin were laughing, he stopped, his own laugh bubbling up.

“What? Didn’t you already know?” He teased, trying to ignore the anxiety that was forming a ball of stone in his belly. His parents would kill him for even joking about this. “I thought Wolfgang would have given it away.”

Jisung laughed harder and Changbin shouted next to him, beginning to sing the catchy chorus part of the song in question.

Chan met his gaze, his heart skipping a beat. Changbin’s teeth were bared as he sang, his smile bright and playful. He growled, winking at Chan.

Chan laughed and shook his head. He waited until their noise faded to speak again, looking at Jisung. “But no, it was easier to write it into my contract that way. Plus, I think the night of a full moon is really pretty. Changbin wasn’t joking when he said we walked around in the park for a bit, talked and decompressed.”

Jisung frowned, pouting. “Still boring,” he mumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. The door opened before Chan could respond, and all three sat up straighter, focusing on their company superiors as discussion for the next album began.

 ***

 “Wolfgang, huh?” Changbin asked. Chan glanced over at him. He slowed to a stop at the light on their way back to the dorm.

“What about it?”

“I never put the two together, but you really wrote the majority of that one. Even my stuff, you helped a lot with the wolf metaphors. Didn’t know your wolf was a producer too,” Changbin teased. Chan chuckled.

“Yeah, we might have… Worked together on that one. Something about that show, you know? The competition – obviously we’re always sort of competing, there’s a ton of idol groups, but having us all together like that… Something about it made my hackles raise. Like I needed to protect my pack. Especially when Hyunjin wound up in his hot water…” He shook his head. “I think there was definitely some of my wolf in that song.”

“Has your family heard that one?”

“My dad was furious. He’s very much of the mindset that we never ever risk revealing ourselves to humans, even the joke I made today would have gotten me a tongue lashing if he’d heard it.”

“I’ll play dumb,” Changbin promised. “If we ever go there, I’ll pretend I don’t know.”

“I’ll figure out a way to tell them eventually. Honestly telling them I’m dating a guy will be easier.”

Changbin grimaced a little, shaking his head. “Lucky you. I think my mom has a pretty good idea, and my sister knows, but my dad might lose his shit.”

Chan reached over, taking Chan’s hand as he drove. “We don’t have to rush telling them. Nice thing about dating in group, right? We don’t have to make excuses why we’re together, being friendly. I’ll support you either way, okay?”

“You know I will too. Both with the wolf thing and coming out.”

“My sister knows too,” Chan said. “She and I have sort of bonded over that in more recent years since she’s gotten older. I want to tell my brother but… He’s close to my dad so…”

Changbin huffed. “We couldn’t make it easy, huh?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you couldn’t find a nice wolf girl to settle down with and have pups. And I am definitely going to disappoint my very traditional father when I tell him I’m incredibly gay.”

They both laughed at the absurdity of it, and the imperfect perfection of their relationship. Things seemed to be fitting smoothly into place, Chan realized as he parked and the two headed up to their dorm. But despite that comfort, Chan still couldn’t get the nagging feeling to go away. That something would go wrong, or fall apart, or be screwed up in some terrible way that he couldn’t fix. He hoped it was nothing. More than anything, he wanted this to work.

[writingforstraykids]

Trouble Sleeping - BinChan Smut Headcanon🖤

Pairing: BinChan

Word Count: 1340

Summary: Chan can't sleep and Changbin has a way to help.

Warnings/Tags: fluff, angst, smut, comfort, oral (Chan receiving), soft!bin

A/N: You've got the soft version for this buut as you suggested both here's the other one☺️🖤

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

Chan’s sleepless nights have become a routine he dreads but can’t escape. No matter what he tries—warm baths, meditative breathing, or even the most ridiculous sleep hacks—nothing quiets his overactive mind. He’s exhausted, both mentally and physically, but sleep remains stubbornly out of reach.

Tonight is no different. He’s lying in bed, staring up at the ceiling, his thoughts racing like always. The silence of the dorm only amplifies the noise in his head. After what feels like hours of restless turning, he finally gives up. With a heavy sigh, he gets up and finds himself standing outside Changbin’s door, drawn there by an instinct he can’t quite explain.

When Changbin opens the door, groggy but concerned, he takes one look at Chan and understands. They’ve had this conversation before, too many times to count. Chan’s sleepless nights aren’t new, but the way he looks now—frustrated and defeated—tells Changbin that tonight is worse than usual.

“Can’t sleep again?” Changbin asks softly, stepping aside to let Chan in. His voice is laced with sympathy, but there’s a hint of something else, something that makes Chan’s heart beat just a little faster.

Chan nods, rubbing a hand over his tired face. “Yeah… nothing’s working. I’ve tried everything.”

They sit on the edge of Changbin’s bed, the quiet of the room wrapping around them. Changbin leans back on his hands, eyes studying Chan’s tired form. There’s a flicker of an idea in his gaze, something that makes his lips curl into a slow, teasing smile.

“Have you tried… to cum first?” Changbin asks, his voice low, almost playful, but with a seriousness that catches Chan off guard.

Chan blinks, heat creeping up his neck. “I’ve tried that,” he mutters, his voice barely above a whisper. “Didn’t work.”

Changbin shifts closer, the air between them suddenly charged with a tension that wasn’t there before. His hand rests on Chan’s thigh, a touch that’s both comforting and suggestive. He leans in, voice dropping even lower as he murmurs, “Maybe you need someone else to make you.”

The words send a shiver down Chan’s spine. He looks up at Changbin, their faces now inches apart. There’s an intensity in Changbin’s eyes, something dark and intimate that makes Chan’s breath hitch. He’s never considered this before—never thought about turning to Changbin for this kind of comfort. But now, with the way Changbin is looking at him, the thought feels inevitable.

“Are you sure?” Chan asks, his voice shaky, uncertain. He’s not sure if he’s asking Changbin or himself.

Changbin’s hand moves higher, fingers brushing along the seam of Chan’s pants. “I’m sure,” he says softly, his gaze unwavering. “Let me take care of you, Chan. Let me help you relax.”

Chan swallows hard, the weight of the offer sinking in. He’s always been the one to take care of others, to be strong for everyone else. But right now, he’s so tired of carrying it all. He nods, giving in to the pull between them.

That’s all the permission Changbin needs. He leans in, capturing Chan’s lips in a slow, deliberate kiss that steals Chan’s breath. It’s not rushed or frantic; it’s gentle, coaxing, as if Changbin is showing him that it’s okay to let go. Chan melts into the kiss, his hands instinctively gripping Changbin’s shoulders for support.

Changbin deepens the kiss, his hands roaming over Chan’s body with a touch that’s both tender and possessive. He takes his time, exploring every inch of Chan’s skin, finding all the places that make him gasp and shiver. And Chan lets him, surrendering to the sensations, letting himself be cared for in a way he’s never allowed before.

They move together in the quiet of the room, every touch, every kiss, laced with a mixture of need and affection. Changbin soon finds himself between Chan’s legs, easing down his boxers after checking in with him first. Locking eyes with him, he wraps his lips around his dick, sucking softly and humming. Chan’s head falls back against the pillow with a heavy sigh.

Changbin takes his time, his lips and tongue working skillfully, knowing just how to unravel the tension Chan’s been carrying. The warmth of Changbin’s mouth, the gentle pressure, it all builds a slow, steady wave of pleasure that sweeps away the stress Chan has been drowning in. His hands find their way to Changbin’s hair, fingers tangling in the soft strands as he tries to ground himself in the moment.

Every soft hum, every flick of Changbin’s tongue sends another jolt of sensation through Chan’s body. It’s overwhelming, but in the best way. He feels himself letting go, piece by piece, the weight he’s been carrying melting under Changbin’s touch. For once, he’s not thinking about the next day, the next problem to solve, the next song to write. He’s just here, in this moment, feeling everything Changbin is giving him.

“Bin…” Chan breathes out, his voice shaky, almost pleading. He’s so close, teetering on the edge, and the way Changbin looks up at him with those dark, intense eyes nearly pushes him over.

Changbin pulls off just long enough to murmur, “Let go, Chan. I got you.” His voice is soft, reassuring, and the way his lips curl into a small, knowing smile makes Chan’s heart race.

With those words, something in Chan finally snaps. He lets out a low, desperate moan as he comes, his body shuddering as pleasure crashes over him in waves. Changbin doesn’t pull away, instead, he stays with him through it, his touch gentle, grounding, as he helps Chan ride out the high.

When it’s over, Chan collapses back against the pillows, breathless and boneless, feeling like every ounce of tension has been wrung out of him. Changbin crawls up the bed to lie beside him, a soft smile playing on his lips as he watches Chan slowly come back to himself.

“You okay?” Changbin asks, his voice a warm, comforting presence in the quiet room. He reaches out, brushing a thumb across Chan’s cheek, wiping away the faint sheen of sweat that lingers there.

Chan nods, still trying to catch his breath. He feels lighter, almost delirious with the sudden absence of the weight that had been crushing him just minutes before. “Yeah… more than okay,” he murmurs, turning his head to meet Changbin’s gaze.

Changbin’s smile widens, and he leans in to press a soft, lingering kiss to Chan’s lips. It’s a sweet contrast to the intensity of what just happened, a gentle reminder that this isn’t just about release—it’s about comfort, connection.

They settle into the bed together, limbs tangled under the covers. Changbin pulls Chan close, tucking him against his chest, his arms wrapping securely around him. The warmth of Changbin’s body against his own is comforting, a grounding presence that Chan hadn’t realized he needed this badly.

For the first time in what feels like forever, Chan’s mind is quiet. The usual torrent of thoughts has been replaced by a serene calm, the kind of peace he didn’t think was possible for him anymore. He lets out a contented sigh, his head resting on Changbin’s chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

“Thank you,” Chan whispers, his voice muffled against Changbin’s skin. It’s not just for tonight, not just for this moment—it’s for everything. For always being there, for knowing what he needs even when he doesn’t, for reminding him that he doesn’t have to do it all alone.

Changbin hums softly in response, his fingers tracing soothing patterns on Chan’s back. “Anytime, Chan. I’m here. Always.”

With those words, Chan finally feels the pull of sleep, his body and mind finally ready to rest. He snuggles closer to Changbin, letting the warmth and comfort of his embrace lull him into a deep, peaceful sleep.

And as he drifts off, the last thing he feels is the gentle press of Changbin’s lips against his forehead, a quiet promise that when he wakes, Changbin will still be there, holding him close, keeping him safe.

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Stray Kids Fic Recs

Hello! Recently I have become a stray kids fan and have fallen into a rabbit hole of fanfiction. Various pairings bc I don't care what the pair is just that it's stray kids related lmao. Added a line break bc there's a lot. Also feel free to rec me skz fics please bc I'm always reading

the book of us; electricity: (Seungjin | 10/10 | 84,966 | teen and up)

HJ @hyunfortunately 5h ;-; i was at the store and this song was playing over the speakers and i tried to remember some lyrics so i could search it up later but i can’t find it this is TRAGIC HJ @hyunfortunately 5h it was in korean and it’s kind of got rock-pop-balladish vibes and the first line of it was “neoneun neo neoneun na” if anyone knows it PLEASE tell me Seungmin doesn’t like to interact with other people on Twitter, but the questions seems almost aimed to him. He hits reply and types, “Try Hi Hello by Day6.” [Seungmin falls for Hyunjin from 2000 miles away. He expected that it would be inconvenient. He didn't expect quite how much Hyunjin would change his life.]

Genuinely one of the best fics I've ever read. It reads like a love letter to high school in the best way possible.

so this is what love is by dwaekinz: (Seungjin | 4/4 | 43,743 | teen and up)

seungmong_22 Hi, Hyunjin! My name is Seungmin. I'm Felix's friend, I hope he's mentioned me before…? Ha. We met online two years ago. I know it's unexpected But I kind of need your help hyuntothejin Me??? After 2 years of online friendship, Seungmin has finally found the time and saved up enough money to visit Felix for his birthday. In order for the surprise to work, he recruits the help of Felix's brother, Hyunjin, and together they spend the next three months forging a plan as well as a friendship of their own— or maybe something more.

So cute and fluffy no notes

Endgame by Raesan (Minsung | 9/9 | 150,840 | Explicit)

Jisung didn’t mean to procrastinate, but he didn’t think that all the clubs would be full in just a week. He sighed, seeing that only one club still had availability. Too bad he didn’t know shit about chess. Or what happens when Jisung, captain of the college soccer team, meets Minho, the number 2 ranked chess player in the country.

This fic is genuinely SO GOOD lol I think about it every day

reply hazy, try again by mrehk (BinChan | 1/1 | 14,951 | Explicit)

Changbin’s calculus tutor is Bang Chan. Smile wide, eyes shining, curly hair wild around his head. He’s got his backpack slung over one arm, those fuck ass chino shorts with a five inch inseam that make Changbin’s mouth water— and, goddamn, he’s wearing a fucking cropped t-shirt. Jisung and Seungmin are going to string Changbin up and have their way with public humiliation when they hear about this. (OR: solving for the derivative of l+o+v+e)

Funny and cute, I love idiots in love and that's what this is

Also mrehk is a fantastic writer so if you like this fic there's way more where that came from

i will protect you (gothic font) by mrehk (Minsung | 1/1 | 16,661 | Explicit)

Seungmin ignores him, smacking the folder onto the desk, flipping it open without looking, sliding it across the surface towards Minho. “It doesn’t matter. This was in the lease. You signed, right—” he taps the bottom corner, Minho’s initials perfectly legible. “Here.” “Excuse me?” Minho leans forward. “Paragraph nineteen subsection C,” Seungmin says, not even looking down as he recites the document word for word. “Lease is not voidable in the case of suspected paranormal activity.” He pounds his finger on the period. Minho laughs. A short, barked thing, completely disbelieving. “You’re kidding me.” “I’m really not,” Seungmin’s face pinches up into the sort of fake, squinted smile someone gives when they’re being an asshole. No remorse. (OR: Minho has ghosts, Jisung hunts ghosts)

Another funny one by mrehk my beloved

one day to fall in love (countless ones to love you) by whatifidbeenthatauthor (Minsung | 1/1 | 22,018 | Mature)

Minho stopped in his tracks. He turned to face Han Jisung. He looked unbothered, still going on about his way. “You didn’t say Hi,” Minho said, forcing the voice to come out of his throat. “You always say hi, hyung.” Jisung turned to look at him, a smile playing on his lips. He looked amused. Minho’s mind wasn’t keeping up. “Today’s different, I guess,” Jisung shrugged. “I went with a variation.” Minho would have found him insufferable, but he didn’t have the mental capacity to process the frustrating sensation that usually accompanied Jisung’s presence. Minho blurted out something that might have him sent to a madhouse. “No. I’ve lived today six times. You- you always say hi, hyung.” He felt crazy. More than usual. Jisung laughed. “What the fuck,” he said, and Minho knew he sounded insane, but could this kid please not be so arrogant? “Me, too. I thought I was the only one,” he continued, and he changed Minho’s life. *** Minho's life is boring, predictable, borderline uneventful. Until he gets stuck in a time loop. And, with him, his friends' friend, Han Jisung, a crazy dude who's only into skating. And whom Minho doesn't necessarily like.

I love time loop/time travel fics if anyone wants a list of specifically those lmk lmao

(never) have your fill of me by lolainslackss (Minsung | 3/3 | 36,028 | Explicit)

“How often can he possibly be having sex that it’s disturbing you this much?” Hyunjin asks, disbelieving. “He has sex, like, every day. And then again at night, sometimes.” Jisung makes a noise of distress. He drags his hands down his face before balling them into fists beneath his chin. “It’s just . . . so distracting, Hyunjin.” “Distracting,” Hyunjin repeats, giving Jisung a meaningful smirk. “Oh, I bet it is.” “Aw,” Jisung whines. “Why’d you have to say it like that?” “Like what?” “Like you think I wish I were the one he were fucking, instead.” “Because you do, don’t you, or are we pretending we both don’t know that?” Hyunjin’s gaze flits over to Minho before it swiftly cuts back to Jisung, all-knowing. “You’d let him do anything to you. Am I wrong?” - In which PhD student Han Jisung unleashes a succubus from a magical book, winds up living with him, and then forms a sex pact with him.

I also have a lot of demon fic recs so lmk

36 Questions That May Lead to Love by bluecalicocat (Minsung | 1/1 | 17,282 | Teen and Up)

generic username @realhanjisung yo my friend wants to be a therapist, can someone pls fake date me so he can practice counseling couples? i have 3 cats @leeknow deal

This fic is so funny

Searching for My Heart in Yours by lk321 (minsung | 5/5 | 36,995 | General)

When Jisung moves to Miroh, a town in the middle of nowhere, all he’s looking for is some peace and quiet. Instead, what he finds is a prickly witch for a neighbor by the name of Minho, who accidentally spills a potion on Jisung and forms a psychic bond between them, opening Jisung to whole new world of magic. As Minho tries to find a cure for their predicament, Jisung finds himself pulled into Minho's lively and magical life. It's not the peace and quiet Jisung was looking for, but as Jisung gets to know the witch through the emotions they're forced to share, Jisung realizes that the answers he’s searching for in life might just lie here in Miroh, in places he least expects.

Feels like a warm hug

the long game by floraii (HyunSung | 1/1 | 16,045 | Teen and Up)

“Anyway,” he continues, voice still sultry, “I’ve been seeing you in class, and I was just wondering—” he moves his hand to curl around a strand of his hair. “Could I get your number?” Han Jisung’s big brown eyes blink again. His gaze darts to his lips, then to his notebook, then up to his eyes. “To study?” “Yeah,” Hyunjin blurts without thinking. What the fuck? Study? What is happening? Why is he agreeing?

Hyunjin has a type. It’s not usually shy boys in his Intro to Statistics class with big round eyes and glasses, but Han Jisung is different.

This fic was so funny I was actually laughing out loud

I have plenty more where that came from! So there will be more recs soon

[violet-1atte]

Kinktober Day Seventeen: Threesome - 3Racha

Tags: Top!Chan, top!Changbin, bottom!Jisung, unprotected sex, spitroasting, oral sex, anal sex, married!Binchan

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The music of the club was loud enough to make the floors vibrate and the lights were brighter than the colorful drink Changbin was sipping on. The ring on his left hand glinted in the light, perfectly matching the one on Chan’s same finger. They were both at the club for the same purpose. Despite being happily married for three years, their relationship remained open, and they were on the lookout for someone to take home for the night. One thing they’d both agreed on when it came to hookups was that they both had to be interested. 

And so far, no one had caught their eye. 

They were on their second or third drink of the night, Changbin drinking some fancy cocktail while Chan stuck to more basic drinks. There were a few guys they had seen who appeared single and were pretty attractive, but none of them were exactly what they were looking for. They definitely had a type (other than each other), and were very particular when it came to taking other men home. So it almost seemed like their venture for that night might come up fruitless. 

But then the most stunning man they had ever laid eyes on walked up to the bar to order a drink. Chan and Changbin immediately looked at each other, silently communicating with a single look. Him . 

Chan was the first to stand and then Changbin followed as he walked over to him. He was ridiculously pretty. Big doe eyes that gave him an almost innocent look, but the tight ripped jeans he was wearing that were covered in rips over the thighs and loose crop top that showed the majority of his stomach showed otherwise. He had some sort of sparkly lipgloss on and a glittery smokey eye that suited his big brown eyes nicely. If there was one word to describe him, it would be edible. 

“Mind if we buy you a drink?” Chan asked, sitting down on the stool next to the man. His eyes widened and he first looked at Chan but then he twisted around to look at Changbin when he sat on his opposite side. Changbin smirked when his throat bobbed before he gave them a small nod. 

“Yeah, sure,” he breathed. Chan quirked an eyebrow up. His voice was deeper than he was expecting but it suited him nonetheless. It was velvety soft, fitting well with his round face and pouty lips. 

“What’s your name, pretty?” Changbin asked, tilting his head. He could tell Chan was holding back a laugh when the man’s breath hitched at the pet name. 

“Uhm, it’s Jisung,” he said, wetting his lips. Jisung . What a nice name. 

He looked between the two of them. “What are your names?” 

“I’m Chan,” Chan said, flashing him a charming smile. 

“I’m Changbin. Cute name, right?” Changbin asked, giggling afterwards. Chan rolled his eyes but Jisung glanced down and smiled softly, seemingly amused with Changbin’s antics. 

“Ignore him, he likes to be weird,” Chan said, shaking his head. 

“That’s okay,” Jisung said, his smile brightening. “I like weird.” 

Changbin’s heart nearly exploded. He felt his cheeks warming and he and Chan shared a look. This Jisung was already almost too perfect. 

They ordered his drink for him when the bartender came, both saying he could get whatever he wanted, no matter how expensive, he just had to make sure to stay somewhat sober. That made his round cheeks darken with a pretty blush and his eyes widened slightly. They wanted to make their intentions known but didn’t want to be too pushy about it. Jisung seemed to reciprocate their attraction though, judging by the way he continued to blush at whatever they said, occasionally letting out soft giggles and tucking his hair behind his ears. He was absolutely adorable. 

They talked for a bit after Jisung got his drink (which was twice as sweet as any drink Changbin would ever get) and learned he was in his final year of college and was studying to become a producer. That made Chan and Changbin go into an excited rant about their own careers as producers, to which Jisung listened with great interest. He looked between the two of them with stars sparkling in his pretty brown eyes, occasionally making a little “o” with his lips whenever they said something that particularly interested or surprised him. It was becoming increasingly clear that he was the right choice for someone to take home. Maybe even take on a date. But they would discuss that a little later. 

Once Jisung was on his second drink, the anticipation was too great. Changbin was getting antsy and both he and Chan were getting more touchy; resting a hand on Jisung’s arm, his waist, once tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. And Jisung was getting squirmy, their touches and the slight buzz from the alcohol setting a fire underneath his skin. 

“Would you like to come dance with us, Jisung-ah?” Chan asked softly, resting a hand on Jisung’s thigh. Changbin grinned, glad he took the first step. His hand slipped around Jisung’s waist and Jisung’s breath hitched in his throat. 

“S-sure, yeah, I’d like that,” he said, licking his lips. Chan smirked and they all stood up from the bar to move out among the other dancing clubbers. 

Changbin’s hands found Jisung first–he slipped behind him and wrapped his hands around Jisung’s small waist, giving it a light squeeze. “You're so small,” he whispered in Jisung’s ear. Jisung was slightly taller than him–even more so with the platform boots he was wearing–and he certainly was not tall himself, but he was well built and muscular. Jisung was petite, tiny, and so much smaller than the both of them in everything other than height. He was almost worried they’d break him if they weren’t careful. 

“Such a pretty little thing,” Chan said, hooking his finger underneath Jisung’s chin. Changbin felt Jisung shudder underneath his hands and he smirked as he rested his head on his shoulder. He began swaying with the beat, hips pressed against Jisung’s ass in front of him. 

“The prettiest,” Changbin agreed, pressing a chaste kiss to the side of Jisung’s neck. Jisung whimpered softly, not loud enough for anyone else to hear over the music, but loud enough for both Chan and Changbin to hear. 

“You’re–you’re both so–” Jisung started, struggling to find the words. 

“So what?” Chan asked, tilting his head. He wrapped his hand around the side of Jisung’s neck and ran his thumb up and down over his Adam's apple. 

“So–so hot ,” he said, a hint of a whine in his voice. “I don’t know how–how you want me .” 

Changbin scoffed as he ran his hands over Jisung’s bare stomach. “Have you seen yourself?” 

“You’re gorgeous,” Chan elaborated. He pressed his thumb against Jisung’s bottom lip and tilted his head up slightly. “We’d been here quite a while looking for someone. We knew we wanted you as soon as you stepped in those doors.” 

Jisung whined for real then and his hips pressed back against Changbin’s hips. Changbin hissed and his grip on Jisung’s waist tightened. “Fuck, Chan,” Changbin muttered, inhaling slow and deep. 

“Ah, you two look so pretty together,” Chan said with a smile, admiring the affected expression on his husband’s face–eyebrows furrowed together and his cheeks all pink–it matched well with Jisung’s expression. “Would you like to come home with us?” He moved the hand that was on Jisung’s neck and intertwined his fingers with Jisung’s. 

Jisung began to nod and opened his mouth to respond, but that was the moment he looked at their joined hands and noticed the ring on Chan’s finger. His eyebrows knitted together and clear arousal on his face morphed into a look of concern and worry. “I–you’re married,” he stated simply, looking up at Chan. “I-I can’t do that, that’d be cheating and I–” 

Chan’s eyes widened before he laughed and Changbin cooed behind him. Jisung pouted in confusion. “Oh, honey,” Chan said sweetly, squeezing his hand. “Yes, I am married. And so is Changbin. We’re married to each other . Binnie is my husband.” 

“Oh… oh .” Jisung’s eyes widened as realization dawned on him and Chan chuckled softly. 

“So there’s nothing to worry about, yeah? We’re both very much in on this and very much into you. So if you’re okay with it, we’d still like to take you home.” 

“Mhm,” Changbin hummed behind him. “It’d be an honor to have such a pretty boy in our bed.” 

Jisung keened and nodded eagerly, all worries gone now that he knew they were together and there was nothing wrong about this. “Yes, please. Take me home with you.” 

They went to the bar and closed their tabs and then called a taxi since all three of them had drunk. Their home wasn’t that far away but they wanted to get there as fast as possible. Jisung remained just as shy and sweet the entire ride there and he was a blushing mess as they made their way inside. They let him have a moment to gather himself as they walked to their shared bedroom, but as soon as the door was closed behind them, they pounced. 

Chan kissed him first, firm and so deep that Jisung nearly collapsed in his arms. “You’re so fucking sexy,” Chan growled, pulling Jisung against his chest. “How has no one snatched you up yet?” 

“So glad we got to you first at the club,” Changbin mused. He pressed kisses to the back and side of Jisung’s neck and slid his hands under his crop top to play with his nipples. Jisung spasmed and arched, his lips parting with a moan. Changbin grinned and Chan smiled against his skin where he’d begun leaving kissing and bites on the underside of his jaw. “So sensitive here.” He pinched his nipples between his fingers and Jisung mewled. 

“Please,” he whined, arching his back so that his ass pressed directly against Changbin. He bit his lip when he felt Changbin’s hardness through his jeans. 

“Please what?” Chan asked. “Use your words, yeah?” 

“Please–please touch me. Anywhere. I just–hnng I want you to fuck me,” Jisung said, squeezing his eyes shut as the embarrassing words left his mouth. 

“Which one of us?” Changbin asked as he squeezed Jisung’s pec. “Mm you’ve almost got boobs like a girl…so nice.” 

Jisung whined, chewing on his bottom lip. “ Hyungg .” 

“You’re so loud and we’ve barely done anything yet,” Chan said. He licked over a mark he had just left on Jisung’s throat and chills went down Jisung’s spine. “Come on, tell us exactly what you want.” 

“I don’t care who fucks me,” Jisung said, desparate. “Just want one of you. I want–want the other one in my mouth,” he said quietly, so quiet that they barely heard him. 

Chan groaned in response and rolled his hips forward to meet Jisung’s. He was instantly met with the outline of Jisung’s hard cock in his jeans and he bit his lip. “Fuck. I think I want to fuck you this time. Wanna take his mouth, Binnie?” he asked, looking over Jisung’s shoulder at Changbin. Changbin nodded, giving one last flick to Jisung’s nipple. 

“I like the sound of that. How’s that sound, pretty?” he asked Jisung. Jisung nodded. 

“Yes please, just wanna be full.” 

“Shit, Such a pretty mouth but so filthy.” 

They moved to the bed and began helping Jisung strip, removing his crop top first and then his jeans and underwear. They took their time admiring and worshiping him, covering his entire body in purple and red marks. By the time they were done with him he was a whining, moaning mess, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. His cock was achingly hard against his stomach and precum dribbled from the tip down his shaft. 

“He’s even got a pretty cock,” Chan said and he ran his hands up Jisung’s milky thighs. He shuddered and Changbin pressed a kiss to the lip of his cock, licking the salty precum off his lips. 

“Hyungs, please,” Jisung whimpered. “I need you now, please.” 

“Alright, let’s get you prepped then,” Chan hummed. He got up to go get the lube from their dresser but Jisung stopped him. “Everything okay, love?” 

“I–yes, just…you won’t need to prep me. I prepped before I went out,” Jisung said, giving them a bashful smile. “I have a plug in me.” 

“Holy shit ,” Changbin practically moaned. Arousal zipped up and down his spine and boiled in his stomach. Chan looked a little lightheaded. 

“All that acting shy and you’re already prepped? Hoping to get fucked tonight? Naughty boy,” Chan said teasingly. 

“A-and you don’t need to use a condom, I’m–I’m clean, I just got checked,” Jisung said, wetting his lips nervously. “If that’s okay with you guys and you’re…you’re clean too.” 

“We get checked once a month,” Changbin explained. “Since we like to keep our relationship open.” 

“So that means you can have whatever you want, baby,” Chan said with a smirk. He walked back over to the bed and stood between Jisung’s knees, bending down to press a kiss to his lips. “I want you on your hands and knees, yeah? So you can take both of us at the same time easily.” 

Jisung’s head spun as he scrambled up to get on his hands and knees. He arched his back a little and spread his knees so that his hole was on display and they could see the pink gem that was attached to the end of the plug. Chan swore under his breath as he got behind Jisung and took in the sight of his plugged hole. “Changbin, come and look at this.” 

Changbin was quick to listen. He came over and he exhaled slowly. “Shit. That’s so hot. Can’t believe he’s already all prepared for you.” 

Chan grinned and grabbed the back of Changbin’s neck to pull him in for a kiss. Jisung heard them and craned his neck so he could see and let out a little whimper. “Aww, baby’s feeling left out, huh?” 

“S’just hard to see,” Jisung said with a pout. 

“N’aw,” Chan cooed, bending down to press a kiss to the curve of Jisung’s ass. “Don’t worry, we’re gonna take good care of you. Isn’t that right, Binnie?” 

Changbin hummed in agreement and rubbed Jisung’s waist. “Such good care.” He moved away from Chan then and got on his knees in front of Jisung so that his cock was right in front of his face. Jisung looked delectable like this, back curved so his ass pushed towards Chan while he looked up at Changbin with wide eyes. He opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out a bit. A string of saliva dripped down from the tip of his tongue and ran down his chin. Changbin wiped it up with his fingertip and pushed it back onto Jisung’s tongue. “Look at him, Channie.” 

“Mm, so pretty,” Chan responded. Jisung whimpered at the praise and Chan grabbed the gem of the plug to give it a little pull. “You like being praised, hm? Absolutely gorgeous .” 

“P-please, please fuck me,” Jisung begged, letting out a cry as Chan pushed the plug back inside of him, deeper. 

“Impatient,” Changbin said. “Should put that mouth of yours to good use.” 

Jisung moaned but the sound was quickly muffled by Changbin pushing the tip of his cock past his lips. Jisung took a deep breath through his nose and flattened his tongue along the underside of his cock. Changbin tangled his hands in his hair and pushed him further along his dick and Jisung’s eyes fluttered shut as he relaxed his jaw and throat. 

“Fuck, he’s so good at taking cock,” Chan said to Changbin as he watched Jisung’s lips wrap around Changbin’s thick length. He finally pulled the plug all the way out and set it aside on the sheets. He stuffed two fingers inside Jisung’s hole and Jisung let out a muffled moan around Changbin’s cock. “So fucking loose . Gonna feel so good around my cock.” 

Chan shuffled around and grabbed Jisung’s hips as he lined himself up, then in one move he pushed inside to the hilt. Jisung gasped, Changbin’s cock slipped from his mouth, but Changbin was quick to push him back onto him. “C’mon, you can take us both.” 

“Shit,” Chan groaned. “He felt so loose around my fingers but he’s so tight around me.” He squeezed Jisung’s hips and began to thrust into him, the drag of Jisung’s wet walls along his cock sending sparks of pleasure through his stomach. He was quick to pick up his pace and the force of his hips slapping into Jisung’s ass forced him to take Changbin deeper. 

“Anyone would feel tight around your–mmmg–your big cock, Channie,” Changbin gritted, his grip on Jisung’s hair tightening when he hallowed his cheeks and sucked. “Ngh–Jisungie, your mouth.” 

“I’ll get his mouth next time, yeah?” Chan said as he delivered a particularly sharp thrust, hitting Jisung’s prostate. Jisung inhaled sharply and whimpered around Changbin’s cock. His back arched and he pushed his ass back to take Chan deeper. 

“Ne-next time?” Changbin stuttered breathlessly. “So we’re in agreement then…” 

Jisung’s eyelashes fluttered as he looked up at Changbin, his brain too fuzzy to register what any of the words they were saying meant. He just knew that it felt so good to be stuffed full from both ends and that Chan was fucking him so well, sending waves of pleasure washing over his body. He was getting close, and now that Chan was angling his hips to hit his prostate, he could feel the hot coils of his arousal tightening, getting ready to spring free. 

Chan gritted his teeth and pulled Jisung’s hips against him as he slammed his hips forward, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the bedroom. “Hnng fuck, fuck, I’m already close. Gonna fill you up til you’re dripping ,” he groaned. Jisung moaned and his eyes rolled back. The moan vibrated around Changbin’s cock and his breath hitched. 

“Me too, shit ,” he whimpered, biting his lip. “Can I–can I come down his throat, hyung?” he asked, looking at Chan through wet lashes. Chan’s eyes widened because he didn’t even notice when Changbin had started getting teary eyed, but the sight nearly pushed him over the edge. 

“Ohh–fuck, yeah, you can come. How’s that sound, Jisung-ah, want Binnie’s cum down your throat?” 

Jisung nodded the best he could and swirled his tongue around Changbin’s shaft. Changbin moaned, and with permission from both of them he reached his climax and spilled his cum down Jisung’s throat. Jisung’s eyes watered a little and he gagged but he continued swallowing, even when some dribbled down his chin. Changbin slipped his cock out of Jisung’s mouth and he gasped for air. His eyes were glassy as he looked up at him. 

“Can I–can I come too? Please hyungs?” he asked. His voice was wrecked raw from having Changbin’s cock in his mouth. Chan nodded and Changbin and he gave Jisung a smile. 

“Yeah, you can come,” Changbin said. 

Jisung whined as he reached between his legs and began to pump his cock. He was leaking so much that he didn’t even need any lube to make the glide smoother and it didn’t take much touch for him to fall over the edge, the jabs of Chan’s cock against his prostate doing enough. He came hard with a loud cry and spilled all over his hand. 

He collapsed forward on the bed, face pressed into the mattress. Chan began to pull out but he quickly protested. “No, no, come inside me please. Fill me up like you promised.” 

Changbin swore under his breath and Chan dug his fingers into his waist. “Are you sure that’s not too much?” He didn’t want to accidentally hurt him or cause the overstimulation to be too intense. 

“‘M sure, you can come in me. Please. Fill me up with your cum,” Jisung breathed.

“Fuck,” Chan muttered. He slammed his cock back inside Jisung and began to fuck into him relentlessly, chasing after his own release. He avoided Jisung’s prostate but Jisung made sure to clench around him, providing him with more friction. His thrusts got sloppier and it was only another minute before he shoved his cock deep and spilled inside him, filling Jisung up with his cum like he promised. Jisung moaned as he did and his cock twitched weakly between his legs, but he was spent. 

“Gonna plug you up with my cum,” Chan whispered. Jisung nodded sleepily, moaning a little as Chan slipped the plug inside him. Chan helped him roll over onto his back and he sighed. Changbin was stroking his hair softly and the touches had him close to falling asleep. He could get used to this. 

“Hey, you’re gonna have to get up so we can clean you up and get you ready for bed,” Changbin said softly, tapping Jisung’s cheek. 

Jisung looked up through bleary eyes. “You’re letting me stay?” he asked, surprise lacing his tone. 

Chan glanced at Changbin first and then down at Jisung. “Yeah, of course. If you want to.” 

Jisung smiled softly and nodded. “I would like that.” He did feel like a bit of an intruder when he caught sight of their matching rings again, but he supposed that if they both wanted him here he didn’t have much to worry about. 

Chan and Changbin smiled at each other and Chan leaned across Jisung’s body to give him a soft kiss. “Good. Let’s get you cleaned up now. Come help me Changbin.” 

Changbin nodded and got up to follow Chan to get some water bottles and some wet cloths. They gave each other a look as they heated the water, silently communicated everything that needed to be said. They would have to talk more in the morning because it was clear Jisung held the possibility of becoming something more. But for now they would all rest and let any deep conversation wait until morning. 

[changbinholic]

✧Can You Feel My Heart✧

Chapter 8: You're my future

↬bnchn

↬a/n: You've waited long enough. Here's the happily ever after

[sunstormrecs]

ship Bang Chan/Han Jisung | Han/Seo Changbin

tags Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Masturbation, Mutual Masturbation, Genital Piercing, Roommates, no homo bro, Alternate Universe - College/University 

summary Chan stood next to the bed as naked as the day he was born—maybe nakeder—while Jisung’s eyebrows shot into his hairline and Changbin started coughing. “Dude, I didn’t think you were just gonna whip it out like that. Respect to your soft game, but genuinely what the fuck,” he said, and Jisung had to wholeheartedly agree.

Jisung realized he was staring at Chan’s junk when Changbin nudged him with an elbow. Dude was just mad impressive; Jisung was pretty sure he’d never—wait.

“Yo, you’re pierced?” Changbin exclaimed.