#jeongchan drabble

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Ohh please I'm begging for Chan x Jeongin with a daddy kink🙏🏻🙏🏻💌

Pairing: Chanin | Jeongchan (mention of Seungmin in the end👀)

Word Count: 1404

Warnings/Tags: smut, soft!dom!chan, needy!sub!innie, daddy!kink, praising, begging, dry-humping

A/N: I'm so happy more of you have requested Chan x Jeongin, I'm starting to love them🤭💕

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Chan was sitting on their sofa, working on a few new songs. It was his day off but he just wanted to add some finishing touches to them before enjoying his break. All of the others were gone, busy working, and he felt a little guilty for sitting around at home. Well, almost all of the others. Their maknae was sitting at the other end of the sofa, scrolling through his phone and sighing softly from time to time. Chan could imagine what was bothering him and decided not to ask. Jeongin knew he could ask if he needed some special attention. 

Chan glanced over at him for a moment and bit back a smile. He was cuddled up beneath a blanket, wearing a sweater of Chan, hair still adorably ruffled up from his nap earlier. He reached over and gently rubbed his thigh, only parted by the blanket and the fabric of his pants. “Doing alright, Innie?”

“Mhm,” he hummed and kept scrolling, stopping as another edit of Chan in his Christopher mode popped up. He watched, intrigued, as Chan rolled his hips, pulled up his shirt, and poked out his tongue as he put his abs on display. “God,” he breathed out. 

“Huh?” he asked, not really paying attention. If he would've he would see the blush creeping up his friend's neck, the need filling his eyes and making him shiver. 

“Nothing,” he muttered and pretended to change his position on the sofa but, in reality, shuffled down his pants and boxers. He quickly shoved his fingers into his mouth as Chan didn't look before reaching down between his legs beneath the blanket. He gently eased a finger into his hole and choked on a moan, trying to cover it up with a cough. 

Chan pretended not to notice and kept on working. He knew that Jeongin had a hard time keeping his mouth shut and would be begging before he knew it. He gave him another few minutes, and glancing over, his head had dropped back against the armrest, eyes fluttering suspiciously. He was biting his lower lip hard and subtly moved his hips, meeting his fingers. He kept his gaze back on his laptop and laughed. “You know, if you're fucking your fingers to the sight of me, the least you can do is let me hear.”

Jeongin’s eyes widened, and he flinched as Chan closed his laptop and pulled the blanket off his body. “Hyung,” he whimpered at his exposure. 

Chan smiled at the sight of him, pants barely shoved down enough to get access. His hand was buried four fingers up until his knuckles were inside of him, and his dick was leaking against his stomach. “Feeling needy?”

“Daddy, please,” he moaned, pushing back on his fingers.

“Oh, that needy already,” he smirked and gently rubbed his hands down his bare thighs. “Needy little baby Innie,” he said fondly. 

He huffed in frustration, and his eyes got teary. “Need you. Please. Need you so bad,” he whimpered. 

“Yeah?” he asked gently, and Jeongin nodded eagerly. 

“Hurts, daddy,” he whimpered, and Chan soothingly fondled his stomach, collecting the precum and wrapping his hand around his dick. “Need you so bad, wanna feel full, wanna be good for you. Needed you all day but you were busy working.”

“Shh, daddy's here now, okay?” Chan said soothingly and leaned down, planting a kiss on his forehead. “Now relax, okay, let me help you out.”

Jeongin nodded and carefully pulled his fingers out, whimpering at the loss. “Daddy,” he whined and reached out for him. 

Chan sat back into his prior spot and lifted him into his lap, kissing him calmingly. He rubbed his sides, planting tiny kisses all over his face. “I got you, baby boy.”

Jeongin held onto him tightly, burying his face in his shoulder. “M’so needy, it's embarrassing,” he whines, blushing heavily. Even now, he can't stop himself from grinding down against him. “Woke up hard, but everyone was gone already and I couldn't find you either. Tried my toy but you feel so much better,” he rambled on. 

“You're so cute,” he whispered adoringly and rubbed his lower back, slipping his hand beneath his shirt. “Such a needy little baby.”

“Only for you,” he breathed out, and Chan knew that was true. Their youngest hadn't been messing around with anyone else. Chan had been his first and stayed his only, which explained the soft spot he had for him. “Only for daddy.”

Chan smiled softly and kissed his cheek. “Good boy.” He gently patted his hips before shuffling down his own pants and stroking himself a few times. “Wait, I haven't got any lube.”

Jeongin reached into the pocket of his pants. “Here, I didn't want to waste time,” he admitted, and Chan laughed before spreading some on his hand. He gently eased his fingers into him, checking if he was ready. Jeongin whimpered deliciously and pressed right back. 

“Okay, relax for me, yeah?” he said gently and covered his dick in lube before pushing into him slowly. 

Jeongin pushed back eagerly, sinking down on him a little too fast and crying out in pain as the stretch got too much. 

Chan's grip on his hips got firm. “Hey, look at me,” he said gently, and he did, eyes teary, cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. “I know you're needy, baby, but don't hurt yourself. We have all the time you need, and I won't stop until you're fully satisfied, yeah?”

“O-Okay,” he stammered. “I'm sorry.”

“It's all good,” he promised and connected their lips to a kiss, gently rolling his hips and helping him sink down on him. 

A hot tear slipped down his cheek as he finally felt full. “Thank you, daddy. It feels so good,” he rambled, and Chan giggled softly. Chan started kissing down his neck lovingly, smiling as the younger gripped his hair. “Please, can you mark me up? Make me yours?”

Chan melted at this simple request. “You're mine. My pretty baby boy,” he promised and sank his teeth into his skin, biting down and sucking a loving mark.

Jeongin purred above him, riding him eagerly. Sweet little moans and whimpers left his lips and grew in pitch and volume. They mixed with Chan's muffled groans against his lips as he enjoyed the rough, fast pace his baby was setting. Chan choked on his breath as Jeongin seemed to have managed to drag his prostate along his dick, crying out in pure bliss. “Fuck, Channie, daddy, please, right there,” he babbled, and Chan took over, pounding into him forcefully. 

Chan watched as he turned into a begging, rambling, crying mess above him. He started praising him, telling him how good he was, how beautiful, how sweet, and Jeongin melted into a puddle. 

“Daddy's good boy?” he moaned out needily. 

“Daddy's best boy,” Chan assured him, and Jeongin all but sobbed. “Gosh, you're emotional today,” he said adoringly, watching his head fall back, eyes rolling back and grip growing tight. 

“Da-Daddy,” he sobbed. “Close, so close, please.”

“Yeah, wanna cum? Make a mess of daddy and cum all over me?” he asked, and Jeongin whimpered in response. 

“Please, daddy, I've been good, please, please,” he chanted, and Chan gently squeezed his hips, giving him permission. 

“Cum for daddy, pretty baby,” he told him, and Jeongin tensed up, releasing thick ropes of cum all over him as he came with a shout of Chan's name. 

Chan buried his face in his chest as he followed shortly after and kept pounding into him needily. “Fuck, such a good boy for daddy, so so good,” he told him as Jeongin kept on sobbing his name. 

“Don't stop,” he whimpered through sobs, still longing for more. “Please don't stop, daddy.”

Someone dropped a bag, making them both flinch and stare up in shock. “Seriously? Without me?” Seungmin pouted at them. “Daddy?” he asked, his pout growing even wider. 

“Hey, puppy,” Chan smiled mischievously, grunting softly as Jeongin was still moving. “Wanna join daddy and his good little boy?” he asked, and everything happened at once. Seungmin's lips parted with an obscene moan, and he dropped onto his knees right where he was. Jeongin came a second time, hard, burying his face in his shoulder with a shout before whimpering ‘daddy’ and Seungmin's name. Chan watched them, a little stunned, before smirking softly. “Well, come here then, pup.”

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600 words

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Jeongin tuts as he catches his wrist easily, pinning it to Chan’s lower back. It’s a quick movement—practiced. He squeezes Chan’s wrist with one hand and inserts another finger with the other, coaxing a low whine out of him. Jeongin’s so impatient—it’s times like these that show very obviously that he’s the youngest in their group. Such a brat—he knows his hyungs would do anything for him. Cook for him, hang out with him, give him gifts— Bend over across the bed for him.

“Shhh, shh, hyung,” Jeongin whispers, his breath hitting the back of Chan’s neck. He’s draped across Chan’s back, lips almost brushing against the shell of his ear. His voice is so sweet—Chan’s never heard him like this before. The words drip from his tongue lightly, like a fine dusting of sugar coating Chan’s ears.

“Iyen-ah—” Chan fights to keep his voice steady, his head above the murky water. He reaches out behind him, pawing blindly.

Jeongin tuts as he catches his wrist easily, pinning it to Chan’s lower back. It’s a quick movement—practiced. He squeezes Chan’s wrist with one hand and inserts another finger with the other, coaxing a low whine out of him. Jeongin’s so impatient—it’s times like these that show very obviously that he’s the youngest in their group. Such a brat—he knows his hyungs would do anything for him. Cook for him, hang out with him, give him gifts—

Bend over across the bed for him.

“Let me take care of you, hyung-ah.” Jeongin spreads his fingers cruelly, twisting and curling them in every direction except for where Chan wants him—needs him. Jeongin is hardly taking care of Chan—quite the opposite, really. He’s bullying Chan, almost as if he wants him to fold, to submit.

“Fuck—” Chan swears in English, his head drooping to the mattress like a wilting flower. He doesn’t mean to, it just slipped out. He’s losing himself. He needs to come back, to be the older one, the more responsible one. “Hyung will—”

Jeongin crooks his fingers up, hitting Chan’s prostate and making him arch his back as a bolt of lighting shoots up his spine. He hums approvingly. “Hyung will take what I give him, won’t he?”

For Jeongin? Anything. He says so and earns himself another prod to his sweet spot.

“Hah—” Chan gasps, his one elbow giving out. His head’s mashed against the bed, his eyes fluttering, drool seeping out of his parted mouth. One arm is clutching desperately at the sheets, weak hands with no grip strength. The other is still trapped against his back, wrist enclosed in the handcuff that is Jeongin’s fingers.

“Think you can take a third?” Jeongin scissors his fingers apart, pausing for a second. Chan catches his breath just enough to put together a thought.

“Yes, yes—”

“Nice.” Chan can hear the cocky grin in Jeongin’s voice despite being practically facedown.

The hand locking his wrist behind his back suddenly leaves. Chan mourns the pressure for a split second before feeling a warm pressure on his ass. It pries him open, leaving him exposed.

Chan flushes. He doesn’t know how much warmer he can feel. He’s burning up. His eyes sting a little—he might cry. Jeongin’s fingers don’t stop, he’s still prodding and poking and curling those long knuckled digits up—

A third finger stuffs him full. Jeongin curls them once, twice, before Chan’s coming all over the bed with a weak sob and trembling thighs.

“Ah, what good is it to go to the gym and get strong if you can’t even hold yourself up, Channie-hyung?” Jeongin sounds out of breath.

There’s a repetitive, slick shifting noise behind him. Blearily, he registers his ass getting pulled apart again. A thumb circling his puffy rim. His hole flutters at the stimulation.

Jeongin groans, half noise, half air, then a warm wetness lands all over his ass, his lower back, dripping down obscenely.

“Fuck, hyung.”

Chan can only agree.

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chan will never to admit to this, not even on his deathbed, but he actually likes it when jeonghan calls him his baby.

he likes being taken care of and fussed over like jeonghan likes to do for him.

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Jeongin and Chan for 💌 Chan wakes up to Jeongin humping his thigh before getting fucked so roughly the whole dorm hears finding out Chan's the sub🤤

Morning, Channie hyung

Pairing: Chanin | Jeongchan

Word Count: 1054

Warnings/Tags: smut, sub!chan, dom!innie, somnophilia (sort of), dry-hyumping, spanking

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Jeongin watches Chan, still comfortably asleep. His face looks so soft and vulnerable that it stirs something deep inside him. His hyung is someone worth protecting and taking care of. He always does with all of them in public, it's almost natural Chan likes to give up that responsibility with him. His fingers trace the outline of his face, down his jawline, and Chan makes a soft, sleepy sound as he brushes them against his lips. 

Jeongin’s hand wanders further down his bare torso, and his brain slowly picks up on the fact that Chan's still fully naked from last night. Excitement floods his system when he remembers the plug resting between his cheeks and Chan's agreement to be woken up with him using him. 

He gently pushes him onto his side so Chan's facing the mirror attached to the closet. He shuffles closer to him and presses up against him, dragging his hard dick over the back of his thigh. He buries his face in his shoulder as he does, stifling a moan against his skin as he works out a rhythm that feels so good. He knows the others are already up so he wants to be quiet until Chan's awake. Jeongin continues humping his thigh for a bit, smearing precum all over his golden skin, and glances into the mirror. He can tell Chan is slowly waking up, stirring a little in his sleep. 

Reaching down, he carefully eases out the plug, and Chan whimpers in protest at the sudden emptiness. Giggling, he pushes in his fingers instead, smiling to himself at how deliciously stretched out he is. Chan's lips part with a soft, low moan, eyelids fluttering a little. His breathing picks up a little, hand twitches on his pillow as his body slowly leaves its sweet slumber. Jeongin brushes his fingers against his prostate, and Chan's eyes shoot open with a long, shuddery moan. 

“I-Innie,” he breathes out drowsily, instinctively pressing back against his fingers. 

He plants a soft kiss on his shoulder. “Morning, Channie hyung.”

Chan shivers at another drag against his prostate and blinks sleepily. “Baby~,” he whines softly. 

“Mhm?” Jeongin hums gently. 

“More please,” he begs tiredly. “S’not enough.”

“You want more? Want me to ruin you that early already?” he asks, and Chan blushes heavily but nods. “Words, dummy.”

Chan gulps softly and meets his eyes through the mirror. “Please, Innie. Please ruin me.”

“Get on your stomach for me,” he tells him, and Chan complies with a soft grunt. Jeongin pulls him by his hips until he's on his knees, his bum up on display for him. He gently kneads his cheeks, and Chan shivers in anticipation. “Fuck, you're so pretty like this,” he tells him before bringing down his hand against his left cheek fiercely. 

Chan moans out loud, hand gripping the pillow. He barely has time to recover as Jeongin smacks his other cheek just as forcefully. “Don't stop, please,” he breathes out weakly, but his friend is nowhere close to stopping. 

“You get so needy for pain when you're still tired,” he giggles at the obscene noise leaving him when he hits the same spot again. That would leave a pretty imprint. “You like that, huh?”

Chan moans and nods weakly. “Y-Yeah,” he says, and another pleasurable pain stings through him. His mouth falls open with a very loud moan, eyes screwing shut as Jeongin suddenly slams his dick inside of him. “Fuck, Innie, don't stop,” he cries out, gripping the pillow tightly as the younger man pounds into him forcefully. 

Jeongin smirks to himself succeedingly as Chan is still too sleepy to realize how fucking loud he is right now. Loud enough for everyone to hear. Loud enough for everyone to know that Chan likes to be roughed up by him. Loud enough that every word can be understood only two rooms further.

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Felix almost drops his coffee as he hears it, wide eyes meeting Jisung’s across the table. “Chan?” he whispers. 

Seungmin's ears burn up, and he quickly lowers his gaze to his plate. “Didn't think Innie was the one in control with Chan hyung.”

“I thought Chan dislikes to submit?” Changbin frowns softly and Hyunjin shrugs, also a little surprised. 

Minho smirks knowingly and stirs his tea, not saying a word. Suddenly, all eyes are on him in the absence of a sassy comment. “What?” he asks and raises his eyebrows at him. “Do I look like I'd let Channie dominate me all the time? Huh?”

“Oh,” Jisung nods dumbly and squints his eyes at Minho. “So he-.”

“It's enough you guys found out like this; I won't share any delicate details,” Minho shakes his head and takes a sip of his tea calmly as Chan shouts their maknae’s name in pure bliss.

It's quiet for a while before the door opens, and everyone quickly busies themselves with their breakfast. Minho meets Jeongin’s eyes across the table and raises his eyebrows as he comes in with a proud grin. “What?” he asks smirking. 

“Really? When everyone's here?” he asks, amused. 

“I promised to wake him up properly,” he shrugs, and Changbin chokes on his coffee. Giggling, he grabs a plate, filling it to the brim, and some coffee. 

“You won't join us?” Felix squints at him. 

“I would, but I doubt he-.”

“Jeongin, you little brat,” Minho says sharply, and the younger one blushes at the tone. “That's enough teasing, thank you. Now go take care of the mess you made, and it's your ass that will be kicked if one of you is late for practice today.”

“Yes, hyung,” he nods sheepishly before quickly disappearing again.

He pushes the door to his room open and smiles at the sight of Chan in his clothes, cuddled up in the blanket comfortably. He climbs into bed and pulls him into his lap, soothingly fondling his back. “You're okay?”

“Very,” Chan nods sweetly and cuddles into him happily. “You should wake me up like that more often.”

He giggles and kisses his head, grabbing the plate. “If that's what my pretty hyung wants.”

Chan blushes a little, but before he can protest, a grape is pushed into his mouth. “Ey,” he mumbles softly. 

“Don't even dare say anything else, Channie,” he laughs and continues feeding him. “Now enjoy your breakfast.”

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I requested the breeding kink for Channie and Jeongin. Could you add Minho?🤤💌

How often?

Pairing: Chanin | Jeongchan | Minchan | Minjeong (?)

Word Count: 1777

Warnings/Tags: smut, whiny!sub!chan, switch!innie, soft!dom!min, breeding kink, multiple orgasms, begging, threesome

A/N: I do hope you enjoy the mess down there👀🖤

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Jeongin glanced up curiously as his hyung strolled over. They were currently the only ones home, and he hoped Chan would make some time for him, using the opportunity of their solitude. He chuckled, surprised as the older dropped onto the sofa between his legs and rested his head on his stomach. “You're okay, Channie hyung?” he asked, running his hand through his hair.

“Mhm, I'm okay,” he nodded and gently pushed the hem of his shirt further up, exposing his stomach. Chan practically buried his face in his stomach, inhaling deeply. 

Jeongin frowned softly and scratched his scalp lovingly. “You're sure?” 

“Yes,” Chan nodded quickly and closed his eyes comfortably. He felt overwhelmed by his lover's natural scent, the feeling of his warm skin against his cheek, and his long fingers threading through his hair. “Just thinking.”

“Thinking about what?” he asked curiously, and his eyes widened a little as Chan glanced up at him through his lashes. His pupils grew darker, and he visibly pressed down his hips on the sofa. Oh. 

“It's embarrassing,” he shook his head, nuzzling his nose into his firm tummy.

“I don't mind, it's okay,” he encouraged him, getting curious. 

“I just…remember last time? When you told me to keep your cum in?” he asked, blushing softly at the memory of him writhing beneath his lover in an effort to do as he was told. 

“Yeah,” he breathed out, ears burning up at that memory. Chan had looked heavenly. “Can't stop thinking about that,” he admitted. “You looked so pretty.”

“I…I want you to stuff me with your cum until I'm so full I can't hold it anymore. Make me so full. Give me all your babies and…,” he trailed off as Jeongin picked up on his train of thought. 

“Shit, Channie, didn't expect you to have a breeding kink,” he said, and Chan buried his face in his stomach with a soft groan. “Fuck, okay, yes,” he nodded quickly. 

“Yeah?” he asked softly. “We don't have to.”

“No, I really want to,” he said, biting his lower lip. “Wanna make my hyungie feel good, yeah?”

Chan smiled at him, sweet as ever, dimples showing. “Love you so much, my pretty baby.”

“Mhm, love you too. Now get undressed,” he said and reached down to pull his pants off. 

“Wait, right now?” he asked stunned. 

“You can't promise me all that dirty shit and then expect me to just wait for another time,” he argued and raised his eyebrows at him. 

“Mhm, yeah, okay,” he nodded eagerly and scrambled to his feet. “Upstairs?”

“No, right here,” he shook his head. 

“We-we'll make a mess, Innie,” he tried. 

“Don't care,” he shrugged and shuffled down his pants. 

Chan swallowed at the sight of his dick resting against his stomach, already leaking precum. “I-uh, they'll be back soon.”

“And what's so bad about that, huh? You love being everyone's baby, and I love them watching me ruin you,” he smirked, and Chan blushed heavily before nodding. 

“Okay,” he chuckled shyly and took his shirt off. 

Jeongin smirked and sat up, pulling him into his lap. He kissed him firmly and cupped him through his pants, making Chan mewl and press up against his hand eagerly. Pulling away from the kiss, he met Chan's wide, blown eyes and couldn't stop himself from smiling at the blissed-out look on his face. “So excited already, pretty boy?”

Chan bit back a groan as he pressed his hand down on his aching dick and nodded quickly. “Yes, baby.”

“I'll go grab some lube, yeah? You just get undressed and comfortable,” he told him, and Chan did as he said, getting comfortable on the sofa. Jeongin took his time preparing him, sharing sweet and lazy kisses as he did. He loved how sweet Chan got like this, trusting him fully and handing over all control, letting him do whatever he wanted to. Chan soon got whinier beneath him, writhing and begging for more. How could he deny him?

-

Chan would notice that touch no matter when or where. There was something so controlled but soft and loving about it that it could only be him. “Hyung,” he whimpered, nuzzling his face into his hand. His eyes fluttered open, and he smiled, realizing he had been right. 

“What is my kitten doing, hm?” Minho's soft voice sent a shiver down his body, and he couldn't hold back the needy moan leaving his lips. Minho's voice just had that effect on him. “Letting our maknae take care of you?” Minho reached out for Jeongin and gently brushed back his hair. “Such a good boy, taking care of our Channie.”

“Mhm, yes, hyung,” Jeongin moaned softly. “Couldn't stop myself.”

Minho glanced down at Chan writhing on the sofa, continuous weak whimpers leaving him, looking completely blissed out. “How often?” he asked, soothingly running his hand through Chan's sweaty curls. 

“Dunno,” Chan moaned in response. He had lost count of how often Jeongin had made him cum already. 

“Three times,” he answered for him. “But pretty intense, hyungie,” he said and growled as Chan clenched around him with a whimper. “Won't stop begging for more.”

“Wanna be full with your babies,” Chan babbled, no filter anymore. “Please, Innie, don't stop,” he groaned and shuddered with a silent cry as the younger hit his prostate again. 

Minho exchanged a look with Jeongin, and the younger could tell that new discovery took him by surprise. He watched them both for another brief moment before locking eyes with Jeongin. “Slow down, baby.” 

“B-But-,” he whined; he was so close already. 

“Slow down, I don't want you to hurt him,” he said and eyed Chan suspiciously, whose eyes were filling with tears with every hard thrust Jeongin delivered. 

“Okay, hyung,” he gave in and slowed down, looking at him with wide eyes as Chan cried out at the loss of intensity. 

“No, please,” he whimpered. 

Minho gently lifted his head and sat down, letting him rest in his lap. “Channie, my love, you're okay. Doing so well taking Innie like that.”

“I'm a good boy?” he asked timidly, face contorting with pleasure as Jeongin dragged his dick along his prostate. 

“Such a good boy,” Minho nodded fondly and caressed his hair, brushing it off his face. “Feeling good, baby?” he asked their youngest. 

“Yes, hyungie,” he nodded and gently lifted his legs onto his shoulders, changing the angle and thrusting deeper. He leaned down to kiss him, and Chan whimpered deliciously against his lips. 

Minho watched him closely and smirked at the signs of his nearing release. Jeongin was getting more vocal, hips stuttering and thighs trembling. He buried his hand in his hair and pulled him up, chuckling as he made his head heavier to increase the pull. “Look at you,” he said fondly, and Jeongin moaned in response. “Such a good baby, taking care of our Channie boy.”

“Yes, hyung, I took good care of him,” he smiled happily, eyebrows furrowing in pleasure as Chan tensed up, clenching him hard and covering their chests once again. “Fuck,” he moaned out and couldn't control himself, thrusting into Chan hard and desperate for a few times before spilling into him all over again. He dropped down onto him shakily, spent from his own three prior orgasms, and tried to push himself up again as Chan whimpered his name. 

“Shh, baby,” Minho soothingly fondled his hair. “You did so well; let your hyung handle this now.” Minho slipped from beneath Chan and gently lifted Jeongin off him, ensuring he was comfortable beside him. He brushed back his hair and gave him a soft kiss. “If you prepare yourself while I take care of Channie I'll reward you after, yeah?”

“Yes, hyungie, please,” he whispered eagerly, a heavy blush settling on his cheeks. Minho giggled and planted another tiny kiss on his nose and forehead. 

“Minho hyung,” Channie whined and reached out for him. “Need you.”

Minho moved between his thighs and gently fondled them. “Mhm, hyung’s going to take care of you, pretty boy. You're so full already you're making a mess of the sofa. I'll give you one more, and then that's enough for today, yeah?”

“O-Okay,” he nodded, trying to keep it all in until Minho was ready. 

“Alright, pretty boy, relax, yeah?” he asked, and Chan did, wincing softly as some of Jeongin’s cum dribbled down his cheeks. Minho didn't waste much time, easing his dick inside and biting back an obscene moan at the feeling. Chan felt warm and still so tight, walls fluttering as he pushed deeper. “Fuck, you're such a mess,” he groaned at the feeling of pushing Jeongin’s cum deeper into his wet heat. 

Chan beneath him whined deliciously at that comment. Jeongin reached out for him and intertwined their hands as he started preparing himself for Minho later. “Feels so good, hyung,” Chan moaned in pure bliss, and Minho started moving. 

Minho stuck to deep, slow thrusts, not wanting to hurt Chan, who didn’t seem to notice much anymore. His stomach flipped, watching his lover's blissed-out expression and hearing the sweet little sounds leaving his lips. “You two can’t behave for once when I’m gone,” he laughed, and Jeongin snorted in response. 

“Not my fault, I swear,” he told him, moaning softly as his fingers pushed deeper. “Only gave him what he wanted so badly.”

“Min,” Chan whined sweetly beneath him, head falling back. “So close,” he whimpered, and Minho soothingly rubbed his thigh. 

“That’s alright, kitten, you’re doing so well,” he assured him and soothingly kissed him. “Just let go for me, yeah?” he whispered, and Chan whimpered in response before shuddering around him, covering Minho’s shirt. Minho picked up pace and pushed as deep as he could as he came not to waste a single drop. Chan moaned obscenely at the feeling, and if he hadn’t been so tired already, Minho would’ve gone again. He pulled out with a soft grunt and spread Chan’s legs, humming softly at the desperate whimper leaving his hyung’s lips. “Innie baby?” he asked, and the younger hummed softly.

“Wanna help your hyung clean up while I take care of you?” he asked, and Chan’s eyes widened with excitement. 

“Fucks sake, you two are insane,” he breathed out but got settled between Chan’s legs, shoving a pillow beneath him. He smirked at Chan before spreading his cheeks and licking up between them with a sweet moan, collecting Minho’s and his cum. The groan that left his lips as Minho pushed inside him shot vibrations up Chan’s body, making Minho grin. Yeah, that would do it to grant them all some fun. 

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For the 3 sentence fic; please can you write JeongChan with Chan waking up from a nightmare and sneaking into Jeonghan's bed to cuddle him :^)

jeonghan’s not dumb - really, he isn’t.

he knows that chan sneaked into his bed because of a nightmare and he knows that the younger boy wants to cuddle without waking jeonghan up, but jeonghan isn’t dumb.

so he pretends to still be asleep when he turns around and throws an arm haphazardly across chan and mumbles what he hopes can pass off as gibberish while chan freezes then relaxes and gradually makes himself comfortable until jeonghan is holding him in his arms, helping him fall back asleep.

send me a pairing+au for a three sentence fic!

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Ohh please I'm begging for Chan x Jeongin with a daddy kink🙏🏻🙏🏻💌

Pairing: Chanin | Jeongchan (mention of Seungmin in the end👀)

Word Count: 1404

Warnings/Tags: smut, soft!dom!chan, needy!sub!innie, daddy!kink, praising, begging, dry-humping

A/N: I'm so happy more of you have requested Chan x Jeongin, I'm starting to love them🤭💕

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Chan was sitting on their sofa, working on a few new songs. It was his day off but he just wanted to add some finishing touches to them before enjoying his break. All of the others were gone, busy working, and he felt a little guilty for sitting around at home. Well, almost all of the others. Their maknae was sitting at the other end of the sofa, scrolling through his phone and sighing softly from time to time. Chan could imagine what was bothering him and decided not to ask. Jeongin knew he could ask if he needed some special attention. 

Chan glanced over at him for a moment and bit back a smile. He was cuddled up beneath a blanket, wearing a sweater of Chan, hair still adorably ruffled up from his nap earlier. He reached over and gently rubbed his thigh, only parted by the blanket and the fabric of his pants. “Doing alright, Innie?”

“Mhm,” he hummed and kept scrolling, stopping as another edit of Chan in his Christopher mode popped up. He watched, intrigued, as Chan rolled his hips, pulled up his shirt, and poked out his tongue as he put his abs on display. “God,” he breathed out. 

“Huh?” he asked, not really paying attention. If he would've he would see the blush creeping up his friend's neck, the need filling his eyes and making him shiver. 

“Nothing,” he muttered and pretended to change his position on the sofa but, in reality, shuffled down his pants and boxers. He quickly shoved his fingers into his mouth as Chan didn't look before reaching down between his legs beneath the blanket. He gently eased a finger into his hole and choked on a moan, trying to cover it up with a cough. 

Chan pretended not to notice and kept on working. He knew that Jeongin had a hard time keeping his mouth shut and would be begging before he knew it. He gave him another few minutes, and glancing over, his head had dropped back against the armrest, eyes fluttering suspiciously. He was biting his lower lip hard and subtly moved his hips, meeting his fingers. He kept his gaze back on his laptop and laughed. “You know, if you're fucking your fingers to the sight of me, the least you can do is let me hear.”

Jeongin’s eyes widened, and he flinched as Chan closed his laptop and pulled the blanket off his body. “Hyung,” he whimpered at his exposure. 

Chan smiled at the sight of him, pants barely shoved down enough to get access. His hand was buried four fingers up until his knuckles were inside of him, and his dick was leaking against his stomach. “Feeling needy?”

“Daddy, please,” he moaned, pushing back on his fingers.

“Oh, that needy already,” he smirked and gently rubbed his hands down his bare thighs. “Needy little baby Innie,” he said fondly. 

He huffed in frustration, and his eyes got teary. “Need you. Please. Need you so bad,” he whimpered. 

“Yeah?” he asked gently, and Jeongin nodded eagerly. 

“Hurts, daddy,” he whimpered, and Chan soothingly fondled his stomach, collecting the precum and wrapping his hand around his dick. “Need you so bad, wanna feel full, wanna be good for you. Needed you all day but you were busy working.”

“Shh, daddy's here now, okay?” Chan said soothingly and leaned down, planting a kiss on his forehead. “Now relax, okay, let me help you out.”

Jeongin nodded and carefully pulled his fingers out, whimpering at the loss. “Daddy,” he whined and reached out for him. 

Chan sat back into his prior spot and lifted him into his lap, kissing him calmingly. He rubbed his sides, planting tiny kisses all over his face. “I got you, baby boy.”

Jeongin held onto him tightly, burying his face in his shoulder. “M’so needy, it's embarrassing,” he whines, blushing heavily. Even now, he can't stop himself from grinding down against him. “Woke up hard, but everyone was gone already and I couldn't find you either. Tried my toy but you feel so much better,” he rambled on. 

“You're so cute,” he whispered adoringly and rubbed his lower back, slipping his hand beneath his shirt. “Such a needy little baby.”

“Only for you,” he breathed out, and Chan knew that was true. Their youngest hadn't been messing around with anyone else. Chan had been his first and stayed his only, which explained the soft spot he had for him. “Only for daddy.”

Chan smiled softly and kissed his cheek. “Good boy.” He gently patted his hips before shuffling down his own pants and stroking himself a few times. “Wait, I haven't got any lube.”

Jeongin reached into the pocket of his pants. “Here, I didn't want to waste time,” he admitted, and Chan laughed before spreading some on his hand. He gently eased his fingers into him, checking if he was ready. Jeongin whimpered deliciously and pressed right back. 

“Okay, relax for me, yeah?” he said gently and covered his dick in lube before pushing into him slowly. 

Jeongin pushed back eagerly, sinking down on him a little too fast and crying out in pain as the stretch got too much. 

Chan's grip on his hips got firm. “Hey, look at me,” he said gently, and he did, eyes teary, cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. “I know you're needy, baby, but don't hurt yourself. We have all the time you need, and I won't stop until you're fully satisfied, yeah?”

“O-Okay,” he stammered. “I'm sorry.”

“It's all good,” he promised and connected their lips to a kiss, gently rolling his hips and helping him sink down on him. 

A hot tear slipped down his cheek as he finally felt full. “Thank you, daddy. It feels so good,” he rambled, and Chan giggled softly. Chan started kissing down his neck lovingly, smiling as the younger gripped his hair. “Please, can you mark me up? Make me yours?”

Chan melted at this simple request. “You're mine. My pretty baby boy,” he promised and sank his teeth into his skin, biting down and sucking a loving mark.

Jeongin purred above him, riding him eagerly. Sweet little moans and whimpers left his lips and grew in pitch and volume. They mixed with Chan's muffled groans against his lips as he enjoyed the rough, fast pace his baby was setting. Chan choked on his breath as Jeongin seemed to have managed to drag his prostate along his dick, crying out in pure bliss. “Fuck, Channie, daddy, please, right there,” he babbled, and Chan took over, pounding into him forcefully. 

Chan watched as he turned into a begging, rambling, crying mess above him. He started praising him, telling him how good he was, how beautiful, how sweet, and Jeongin melted into a puddle. 

“Daddy's good boy?” he moaned out needily. 

“Daddy's best boy,” Chan assured him, and Jeongin all but sobbed. “Gosh, you're emotional today,” he said adoringly, watching his head fall back, eyes rolling back and grip growing tight. 

“Da-Daddy,” he sobbed. “Close, so close, please.”

“Yeah, wanna cum? Make a mess of daddy and cum all over me?” he asked, and Jeongin whimpered in response. 

“Please, daddy, I've been good, please, please,” he chanted, and Chan gently squeezed his hips, giving him permission. 

“Cum for daddy, pretty baby,” he told him, and Jeongin tensed up, releasing thick ropes of cum all over him as he came with a shout of Chan's name. 

Chan buried his face in his chest as he followed shortly after and kept pounding into him needily. “Fuck, such a good boy for daddy, so so good,” he told him as Jeongin kept on sobbing his name. 

“Don't stop,” he whimpered through sobs, still longing for more. “Please don't stop, daddy.”

Someone dropped a bag, making them both flinch and stare up in shock. “Seriously? Without me?” Seungmin pouted at them. “Daddy?” he asked, his pout growing even wider. 

“Hey, puppy,” Chan smiled mischievously, grunting softly as Jeongin was still moving. “Wanna join daddy and his good little boy?” he asked, and everything happened at once. Seungmin's lips parted with an obscene moan, and he dropped onto his knees right where he was. Jeongin came a second time, hard, burying his face in his shoulder with a shout before whimpering ‘daddy’ and Seungmin's name. Chan watched them, a little stunned, before smirking softly. “Well, come here then, pup.”

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