#sorry bangchan

[tsumskz]

han is becoming my bias wrecker

[anemhoez]

kinda breezing through this fic 😳 which is surprising considering i have other fics ive been working on for years and here i am on part 5 of this thoma one, damn

[catiuskaa]

reggaeton & champagne.

PAIRING! lee minho x reader x bang chan

SUMMARY: you knew better than to go down to the club alone. and that guy should’ve known better than to mess with minho and chan’s property.

REQUESTED! by my pookie @sharonxdevi who requested this here! and it’s such a good idea, tysm for trusting me with it<3

CW: the boys may come off as a little possesive, there’s a touchy douche in the club, mentions of alcohol, it ain’t spicy but surely it’s nsfw.

WC: 2.3k

A/N: so i’ve never even thought of writing poly!skz relationships until now, but i think it came out nicely! (and if you kinda recognize the title— i just spend an unhealthy amount of time watching skz edits on instagram lololol)

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The sign of the club glowed with bluish neon lights at the entrance. There was also a man, notebook in hand, receiving IDs prior to welcoming the long queue of people. Although it was not the most expensive nightclub in the city, you could see the difference between it and the rest of the clubs in town, in the sense that the establishment was very tidy and clean, with security personnel scattered around the corners, watching that everything was going out smoothly.

It was unusual for you to want to go out clubbing, but considering the boys’ schedule, any chance to make plans together was welcomed with open arms.

Especially by Minho and Chan, who would never force you to go out, but their lingering stares and their arms that would sneakily clung to your waist or your shoulders —and in some cases, to lovingly slap your ass or thighs—, were meant as a way of encouragement when you dressed up and went for it.

And a way to say that, as always, you looked fine as hell.

You had chosen a short silver-coloured dress that reached your mid-thighs, accompanied by a pair of matching mesh thigh-highs with cute little clips that allowed them to stay in place, only because you knew how to entertain your public, and loved every single second their eyes stayed glued to you as you danced your heart out.

The music pounded against the walls and reverberated through the floor, but not as much as how the booze traveled through your veins, only giddy enough to celebrate how well their last tour had gone, and merely to have some well-deserved fun.

Minho’s hands grasped you by your waist, pulling you off Chan’s arms and smirking as he pushed your back flush against his body.

One of his hands remained in place, but the other one moved slowly, tempting fingers heading down to your thighs, as if walking, the motion almost ticklish. You could feel his cat-like grin from behind you as you looked at Chan, who wasn’t mad at all, rather cheekily enjoying the other man’s antics as you kept dancing against him, following the rhythm of the music.

Chris got closer to the both of you, taking your arms and settling them on his shoulders as he approached even further, now the two gentlemen dressed in fine clothes towering over you.

“Our princess is feeling good today, huh?” His hand cradled your face, holding your chin in a tender grasp, unlike Minho, who started to play with one of the clips on your high mesh stockings.

You were about to say something, but Minho tugged at one of the straps and chuckled next to your ear, slapping it back. Your breath hitched, and you bit your lip, feeling the blush rising to your cheeks, the light foundation you had applied not being able to cover it.

Chris snickered, and Minho lightly bit the shell of your ear, and they both laughed as you squirmed in between their arms.

“Ok, ok—!” You giggled, out of breath due to the tickling and else. You didn’t want to leave just yet, but didn’t want to stop teasing your boys either.

Tugging on Chan’s collar, you propelled him forward, his hands ending on Minho’s shoulders by reflex. You moved your body in between both of them, swaying your hips, playing with Chris’ hair as you turned your head to face the man behind you, and chuckled, biting his lip.

They both felt a rush of blood heading to their face—and downwards—, but you stopped Chan for pushing you against Minho even more, one of your soft hands nonchalantly moving from the back of his neck to his chest, cheekily stroking his toned upper body.

“I think we can use some more drinks, gentlemen.” Your tone was filled with an enticing mockery only powered by their presence, and you licked your lips, feeling Minho’s slender fingers playing with the rim of your dress, tapping your thigh gently.

“I think we should head to the VIP lounge.” He grunted against your ear, his breath tickling your there, but the gentle yet lust-filled kisses he left right below started driving you a bit crazy. “Whaddya think, Chan?” Minho smirked, swiftly lifting his head from your neck to stare at the older man.

With all the mix of bright coloured lights, you could notice slightly how Chris’ eyes grew darker. Almost so dark that they could fuck you themselves, and you squeezed your thighs at the thought.

“I think our little brat needs to learn that teasing won’t get her anywhere, hyung.” Minho’s slender fingers playfully traced mindless shapes on your thigh.

The older man swallowed hard, his breath deepening.

“Guess you’re on thin ice, princess.” He leaned in, and pecked Minho’s lips from above your shoulder. He then turned slightly, and spoke in your ear. “You have ten minutes to go get those drinks. Go up the VIP platform right after, like the good girl you are, mmh?”

His hum almost echoed through your body, falling into an endless pit of arousal that those two gorgeous men had created, now able to make you feel hot and bothered in just a cheeky wink or a deep look.

Making you oh so weak for them. Only them.

“Heard that, kitten?” Minho smirked, lovingly kissing your cheek, as close as he could to the corner of your lips. “Ten minutes. Tick-tock.”

You tried heading towards the bar without your knees giving out as they both moved away, and instantly missed their warmth and strong hold on your body. But before you could even try, Chris tsked, pulling you back to him and almost fiercely planting a deep kiss that lit fire on your body, and almost made you whine when he pulled away, biting your lip.

“Fuck.” He gasped, feeling breathless. “Make that five minutes for daddy, yeah?”

And with a tap on your hips and a teasing wink, he left, following where Minho had gone.

You were unable to wipe the giddy smile off your face, feeling your cheeks get hot, and you patted them, hoping that your slightly cooler hands would do something to low it down.

Shaking your head lightly, you waved at the bartender, a tall, blond and handsome young man, and he gave you a kind smile. You sat on the stool closest, and he approached you, leaning on the counter.

“Nice seeing you here for a change.” He said with a snicker.

“Wish I could say the same, Hyunjin.” You wiggled your eyebrows almost dramatically, making him laugh.

“Your three usuals, beautiful?” He asked with a grin, and you nodded. “Comin’ right up.”

You watched as he gracefully started to show off his abilities, passing drinks and metal cups and bottles in flashes and zooms, controlling every move so swiftly.

But then, you felt a hand on your waist.

“Sorry, scooching up real quick…” said a low voice from behind you.

His hands brushed your back, making you shiver. But it was a bad shiver. One that swiped away the giddiness your boys had left, but not as quickly as your smile took off.

The bold man dizzily sat on a stool that could’ve easily been a foot or two away, and your body relaxed easily at the new-formed distance.

You stared at him in a mix of slight disgust and raw astonishment. Used to your boys and the rest of the group, or people like Hyunjin, one could easily forget that people weren’t always respectful, nice and kind.

He noticed your blank stare, and misinterpreted it as interest. With a wide smile, he bent down, grabbing one of the legs of the stool you were sitting on, and smoothly moved it closer to his.

Another shiver ran through your back, goosebumps showing on your skin.

He smiled, and you held back a frown.

“Besides looking that sexy, what else do you do for a living?”

…

yikes.

That line didn’t only give you the ick, but you also noticed Hyunjin physically flinched, which made you snort, quickly covering your mouth.

The man was so drunk. You could smell it on his breath, and the guy looked rather pathetic. You didn’t feel too sorry for him, but wanted him as far as possible, and you moved to the edge of your stool.

The man looked proud of your giggles, but grew restless when you didn’t reply, so he took a sip from the glass of whiskey in front of him, kind of as if he hadn’t had anything to drink in a while.

You sat up straight, glaring at Hyunjin so he’d call security if things turned complicated, and he winked at you as a form of reassurance.

“Do you, eh, come here often?” He blurbed out.

You looked at your hands, staring at your nails, and waited for a second before giving him a side-eye from above your shoulder, slender eyes looking uninterested.

Quickly going back to your nails, you shrugged. “Enough to know that you don’t.” You brushed off coldly.

If you did, you’d know that I’m happily taken.

He stammered, his breath hitched, and you could almost feel him start getting even more nervous, as well as slightly angry.

“Huh? Why’s that?” He scoffed, eyebrows raised at you, who again, didn’t bother to look at him, a bit wary of his moody attitude.

Hyunjin smiled at you, coldly glaring at the clueless man next to you as he swiftly left the three drinks in place, pressing the red button underneath the counter to call for help.

The man smirked, going back to a confidence you didn’t want to know where he had gotten.

Placing his arm sneakily on your waist.

Huh?

“All those for you?”

Before you could react and slap him for his unrequested bold actions, you heard a grunt behind you.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me.”

At that moment, Chan wasn’t so sure if he was the pacific one in your relationship.

He trusted you and your ability to set your own boundaries, by any means necessary, even if it meant slapping someone across the face.

And he knew them by heart. He had watched how you grimaced, trying to take this drunkard’s hands away from you.

So he helped you by slapping them off your body.

As ‘gently’ as he could.

“Move aside.” He said in a low growl, failing to relax until you moved your hand and took his, squeezing it as a way of thanking him.

Instead of getting the hint, the man frowned.

“Hey, if you can’t tell, I was trying to—”

Minho scoffed, appearing behind the man.

“Keep babbling around our girl and I’ll give you a story to tell.” He said in a dark, low tone of voice, eyes and tongue so sharp that they could almost pierce right through the man. “Now shoo.”

Security came by a minute after and apologized for not taking care of him before, then fined him, following the nightclub’s rules and finally kicked the man out.

One of the security guys approached the three of you, and bowed swiftly, apologizing.

“I’m really sorry. This guy has already annoyed some other customers before. I’ll speak to the owner of the place and see if there is something we can do regarding his situation. As for you, miss…” He gave you his card, and you smiled at him, bowing your head gently.

“My name is Seo Changbin. If you ever need anything…” he sighed, a hand to his nape, the buff man slightly flustered. “Don’t hesitate to call me. I can’t think of another way to compensate you…”

Chan smiled, and shook hands with the security guard.

“No need to worry, mate. It’s fine now.” He stated calmly, his other hand still engulfing yours.

Minho bowed at him, his arm around your waist, as if trying to erase any marks or traces of the drunkard’s touch.

“Home, love?” He said in a gentle whisper, kissing your temple after you nodded. “S’okay.”

Minho opened the door to the car for you, and Chan’s hand never left your thigh the whole way back home.

As soon as you got back, you let out a tired sigh.

Chris hugged you from behind, and you melted under his touch. With a soft grin, Minho ushered Chan’s arms away from you, and swiftly took you in his arms.

“Sleepy?” The older one asked, but you shook your head. You didn’t want the night to end on this note. “Then I’ll go get something. You guys get going.” He smiled at you, eyes soft as he lovingly stroke your cheek, your face resting on Minho’s shoulder.

With a slight smirk, he patted Minho’s butt, and headed to his studio.

“Bang Chan!” He whisper-yelled, ears red, and you chuckled lowly.

“Cheeky little baby.” Minho cooed at you, heading to your shared room, and you giggled softly, hiding your head on the crook of his neck. “Let us take care of you, yeah?”

You moved your head from his neck and pecked his lips. Minho took you to bed, and tenderly took your heels off.

“Shower?” He asked softly, but you shook your head no, so he nodded, taking off your dress. With a cat-like grin, his fingers went back to your thighs.

“You have to wear these more often, you little tease.” He snickered, and you smiled, blushing softly. “You look so good in everything.” He said, stroking your cheek.

Chan quickly came back, fluffy blankets and laptop with him.

“Movie night!” He smiled, almost childishly, and both your and Minho’s heart tugged on your chests.

They took their fancy clothes off and put on sleeveless shirts and the matching pyjama pants you had gifted them for Christmas, who were at first meant as a joke, but remained being used just because how comfy they were.

There, snuggled between Chan and Minho, you smiled, taking both of their hands.

“I’m hungry.” You said, pouting unconciously.

“We can make popcorn if you want.” Christ suggested, pausing the movie.

You sat in your knees, looking at them with a smirk.

Minho smirked back, starting to guess where this was headed.

“What do you want to eat, kitten?”

You snickered.

“I want to have ramen.”

~kats, who hopes everyone understood that kdrama reference just now ;););););)

[straykidsholicleigh]

you have a praise kink

a/n: skz are ur bsf's so 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️ this was requested and I'm soo sorry anon for it being so late. Oh and I decided to do a female reader because I don't write male!reader x skz but I made the female a tomboy (I'm a tomboy 🙃) hope ya enjoy!

Bang Chan

He heard you talking about it to your best friend and ever since that day he could not stop thinking about it. It started with him just giving you small compliments just to see your confused and shy face. So that's how you ended up here, on his bed, face against the pillows as he rammed into your leaking cunt, pulling orgasm out of orgasm.

“Such a dirty little thing huh?”

Lee Know

STOP HE DIDN'T EVEN KNOW HE JUST FOUND OUT ONE DAY WHEN HE CALLED YOU A GOOD GIRL. Gets off to the fact that you like it when he praises you. Purposely praises you because he likes to see you stutter and rub your thighs together, knowing it's because of him. He decided to fuck you in the kitchen, purposely praising to get you to clench.

“Don't be a brat otherwise I won't be so nice.”

Changbin

Brain malfunctioning. He didn't even say it he just found out during a game of never have I ever. You admitted to having a praise kink, chugging down the beer as he looked at you in shock, having just learnt something new about his best friend. My boy couldn't sleep that night cause he was so pent up about it. Ended up hearing you masterbate so he offered to help you cum, by praising you.

“P-prettiest cunt taking me in so well.”

Hyunjin

Let's just say you were fwb and he found out when he called you a good girl and you whined, your orgasm approaching faster which made him speechless (All I know is I won't go speechless!) Uses it to his advantage now and he won't stop praising you. Even if your being a brat he'd degrade you, but he'd still praise you just to see your flushed cheeks and squirming figure underneath him.

“Yes baby, your taking me so well, so fucking good to me.”

Maknae line coming soon!!

[christronomy]

he flips you over roughly, without warning, stuffing one pillow under your hips and another under your head, then lifts your hips up slightly, propping you up for him. you can't even move on your own at this point, your mind is hazy with him. everything is just him. he presses his free hand into your lower back to hold you in place, tapping his cock against your entrance a few times before slipping back in and continuing his harsh ministrations, no buildup. he knows you're already too numb on the pleasure to complain, but you love the pain either way.

you squeal in surprise, practically drooling onto the pillow already as he bullies into your aching hole with his cock. how he hits that spot inside you that makes you melt and get all dizzy with pleasure every single time, you don't know. but what you do know is that he was right. he's nowhere near done with you and you're learning your lesson. you're all his. he's not gonna stop until you understand that.

"you're all fucking mine, hear that?" he starts, as he flips you over yet again, this time putting your legs up all the way, as far as they can go, practically folding you in half. you look up at him with wide, teary eyes, body quivering from the impending orgasm he's been making you hold off for a while now. "channie's. all channie's. all yours," you mumble, your words slurring, and he chuckles softly, his chest swelling at how cute you look when you're dumb on his cock like this.

"'s right. and trust me, baby. once i'm done with you, you won’t have any space left in that pretty little mind of yours for anyone else but me."

[feelbokkie]

Sorry, Right Number | Masterlist

pairing: idol!Chan x fem reader

genre: smau, crack, angst, fluff,strangers to lovers, pen pals/hidden identity, forbidden love, celebrity romance

pov: 1st/2nd person (depending on how you view it)

summary: Being an idol can be lonely and isolating. After one fun and adventurous night at a bar, Chan decides to text the girl he met the night before. Except, she gave him the the wrong number?

status: completed

word count: 15K+

screenshot count: 281

©feelbokkie (2023) — all rights reserved. reposting/modification of any kind is not tolerated.

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Parts:

Profiles & extras: Delulu House | Stray Kids | Playlist

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Bonus Content Unlocked: Mystery Trip with Y/n playlist

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20 (fin)

Bonus Content Unlocked: Memes

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Buy me a coffee?

[hyunchanz]

my happiness!

[operation-steal-chans-laptop]

Imagine being superrrr bratty to Chan. You mock everything he says, if he asks you to do something, you ask him why, and you question every answer he gives you. (The list of your antics goes on) His patience is wearing thin and at this point he's not asking you anymore; instead, he's telling you, but you keep back talking. He's honestly let it go on longer than he should have, but that doesn't really matter because he now has you on your knees, his fingers threaded through your hair, and his cock mercilessly hitting the back of your throat, with the end goal of washing your bratty mouth out with his cum <3

[leenope]

BANG CHAN ▶ SKZ TALKER EP. 27

[likeabulldigidigibombombombom]

hi friend pls complete my request huehuehuehuehuehuehuehuehuehuehuehuehuehuehuehuehuehuehuehuehuehue

so you're alpha bangchan's mate and u are happily married with 2 kids but he accidentally hurts u when he's out hunting :D

I wish I never showed you my account

Previous asks, I am working on your stuff in a Google doc and I'm trying to make it good. This is just a joke because I think 8coupsstar is gonna kill me if I don't try and do this.

For future reference, I don't do omegaverse stuff.

Paring: Husband!Bangchan x Afab!fem!reader

Warnings: Minors DNI as there is smut, this is meant to be shitty please don't bully me😭 Unprotected sex, breeding kink, No hate to people that enjoy the omegaverse! It's just not for me personally

Words: 544

Summary: Weird omegaverse shit with smut and fluff.

Your husband Bangchan, whom you've been married to for many years and with whom you've borne children, has been missing you recently. Unlike other alphas, he doesn't just date you for sex or to get you through your heats, he has self-control.

Since he's been wanting to spend more time with you, he asked if you wanted to go hunting with him. Leaving your kids under the guidance of your friend at their house, you went out with him to hunt for food (I'm going to hunt for you). As he was stalking around trying to find something to kill, you wandered off looking around the forest that he took you to.

Suddenly you felt something pounce on you, pinning you to the floor. You felt a twinge of pain as you fell back and saw something on top of you. You screamed and scrambled to your feet as you backed away slowly. You were cornered. Tears began to fall. Just as it was about to bite you, the strange creature stopped and stepped back. 

It was Bangchan. As you dried your eyes with your sleeve, he cupped your face. “Baby I’m so sorry. I thought you were an animal.” “I’m sorry” “No, you aren’t sorry, you did nothing wrong.” “I was scared that you were gonna kill me.” “I know honey, I’m so sorry. I genuinely didn’t know.” “I know Chan.”

You could feel yourself getting faint and you realised only one thing could be happening. You were in heat. ‘Perfect timing’ you thought. As Bang Chan sniffed the air and you could see a bulge forming in his pants, he grabbed your hand and pulled you back to the car. “We’re going home,” he said. “It’s not safe.” “But I thought you wanted to go hunting?” “You’re more important.” 

When you got home, he ran you a bath and made you a snack. “Has your heat gone away?” You looked up at him while sweating, curled up on the couch. “Isn’t it obvious?” “Mhm.” He sat next to you and held your hand. “I’m so sorry baby, I just wanted to spend time with you and it went badly. I’m sorry for scaring you. I love you so much.” “I love you too.” You could see his boner reforming. “Can I make it up to you?” “How?” “I guess I can help you with your heat?” “Yes please.”

His dick was thrusting in and out of your aching cunt as you screamed his name. “Do you want me to fill you up baby?” “Yes Chan” You moaned in pleasure as his thrusts became sloppier and faster. “Cum for me.” You could feel your walls getting tighter as you reached your climax. “Are you going to cum in me Channie? Please?” “Of course baby girl.” He thrusted into you one final time and he shot his load deep inside of you. He groaned and carefully pulled out of you. 

“Was that good enough honey?” “It was perfect, I’m sorry about crying before and making you worry.” “It wasn’t your fault, it was mine.” “You shouldn’t feel bad, I really don’t care that much.” He hugged you tightly.

 “What did I do to deserve you?” “Everything.” “I love you.” “I love you too.”

Author note: I am so sorry that was the worst thing I have ever written I hate that so much It’s gonna haunt me for eternity. Like always, constructive criticism is wanted! If you liked this, please follow me for more fanfics that aren't like this one because I promise not all of my writing is like this. Also please send me some requests! <3 Thank you!

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[hearted-anon]

All but a voice crack

Words: 1.4k Notes: not a lot of tickling sorry :( just fluff, and this performance, I love them. T/w: No restraints, just fluffy tickles today.. Depressing topics Lee: Jeongin Ler: Bangchan

Jeongin hated himself. Shrouded in a pit of self-hate, Jeongin could proudly announce to his members he hated himself. Tendrils of doubt and worry tugged and pulled at his aching muscles, dragging him down into an abyss of hatred for himself that made his skin crawl and burn endlessly with scars. His throat was absolutely hoarse from the continuous practice on his vocals, but he couldn't stop practicing, he couldn't...

He couldn't let his members down again.

Another high note missed, another hit to his face. The poor maknae had covered himself in tiny bruises and cuts all over that once porcelain smooth skin of his bright smile, washed away as he shredded his voice to pieces to every note he failed to reach. If only the fox could understand that mistakes weren't his everything, that he was good enough for the team.

"Why can't I do it?! Stupid voice crack, stupid voice, stupid..." Jeongin cut himself off with a whimper, sinking to the floor. Tears of absolute agony streamed down his face, wailing like anyone would save him from the whirlpool of self-doubt that drowned him, scalding his lungs to allow no cry of help to escape him.

"We're going to get ice cream wanna- Hey hey, what's happening?" The leader waltzed into the practice room with a soft smile humming a track to a song they made, along to come face to face with the sobbing fox, who was curled up onto the floor in a feeble attempt to hide his sorrows. Bangchan rushed to Jeongin's aid in a heartbeat, and in the blink of an eye the maknae was cuddled up onto the older's lap, arms wrapping around his throbbing torso from the lack of rest, mentally and physically.

"I'm sorry hyung...I made us get last place, I'm sorry, so sorry..." The youngest sobbed into the oldest shoulder, sniffling and babbling pleas of apologies. No matter how much stays or the members themselves would try to convince the poor boy that having voice cracks were natural and nothing was his fault, that his voice going off pitch slightly only added into the emotion of the song, meant to display the amount of hard work went into it, Jeongin could never bring himself to believe it.

To make matters worse, after his mistake they were placed last by the judges, presuming the voice cracking matter was a serious issue that needed to be worked and fixed for their future performances. It just welled the hole deeper, letting the fox latch onto that idea he wasn't good enough, his vocals weren't good enough, nothing he ever did was good enough for the team, nor himself. It led to never ending practices that made his bones break, made his stomach bend inside out and caused his throat to run drier than the Sahara desert, wanting to improve himself to consider his insecurities fixed, but it never worked. If anything it only fuelled that motivation to strive for new heights, which meant more practice, which meant less time for a break till he broke.

"No, it's not your fault, don't say such mean things about yourself." Bangchan interrupted Jeongin's train to hell with the thoughts that ate up his insides, tutting at the insecurities that dare haunted his dear baby. Chan raised a hand to wipe away the tears that stained those cute cheeks now ruined with his wrong words, never should've been said, much less the maknae who worked his heart, soul and blood out for their Kingdom performance, no one would ever press on the fox's mistakes, much less one so miniscule.

The leader winced feeling the bruises and bumps of the small cuts, feeling the worry and sadness that washed over him that he himself couldn't notice and stop the maknae from spiralling into a pit of self-harm and toxic comments that he spat out as 'motivation', which really only acted on the want to further harm himself to do better. Jeongin sniffled and shuffled in Bangchan's lap when his delicate injuries were met with the warmness that was the Aussie's hand, the feeling of comfort despite the overwhelming pain that came with it that his wounds were finally being tended to after his hope that he would be saved was numbed after cruel hours of self-harm.

"Why did you do this? A pretty face ruined to your comments that will never be true..." Chan hummed softly, trying to hide his own guilt watching Jeongin be covered in scars he failed to notice, it hurt him as much as it hurt himself, if only the fox could realise it sooner.

"B-But I.." Jeongin was cut off completely when he felt fingers slip under his shirt to squeeze roughly at his side, which stuck out giving him being cradled in the leader's lap, squealing loudly. He snaps his head up to meet Bangchan's gaze as his eyes were cloudy with tears, now full of confusion on why he was suddenly tickled. Chan's eyes remained closed, as if a statue was there to take care of his baby as a smile was plastered onto his face, quiet and still.

"No, you didn't do anything wrong..." Bangchan whispered lovingly, a hand going up to undo any knots that were in the maknae's hair, soothingly working it out as his fingers weaved and played with his hair to calm the maknae's stressed nerves down slowly.

"Your voice was absolutely heavenly, it would've melted anyone's hearts, and that's why stay adored it so much, voice crack or not." Jeongin opened his mouth for a protest, but when the fingers under his shirt went to scribble at the fox's tummy, the manicured nails gliding smoothly over that soft ice cream like tummy. He burst into sweet giggles, a red hue taking over his cheeks now, not from the tears he shed, but now from the comfort that gave him a sense of closure.

"It was like a melody that serenaded us to dance along, anyone who heard it in real life would've fallen for you, and that's why I chose you." Bangchan cooed, before shifting his fingers out of his shirt to grasp the maknae’s fingers gently, feeling around the cold hands that were used to abuse his own skin, Bangchan never felt worse of how he let this happened. Which is why he wasn’t never going to let it happen again, those same fingers tracing delicate hearts into Jeongin’s palm, as if his finger was a pencil drawing masterpieces into the boy’s palm.

“Hyuhuhung! P-Plehehehease!” The maknae whined and begged under the soft tickles and hair scratching, but couldn’t help but melt under the gentle sensations. The tips of his ears burned red at the show of affection, snuggling his face into Chan’s tummy as his hands were taken up for ‘torture’, which was really just a method to cheer the boy up from his self-doubt and dread.

“Please what? Tell you how much you’re loved? Tell you how smooth your vocals are that it lifts anyone’s spirits or brings them to tears?” The leader chuckled at the youngest sweet giggles, if he could he would cherish like time would never stop, like the sands of ticking hourglasses would stop for Bangchan just to admire that smile contrasted to the scars on his face and his heart. The tips of Jeongin’s ears burned a Cherry red at the barrage of compliments that rained on him, wanting to cover his ears to evade what he thought wasn’t true, what he thought was just a fabricated lie to cover his actual poor skill.

But he couldn’t, not with the soft tracing that kept him giggling, not with the hand in his hair smoothing it out to soothe him, not with the warm smile on his hyung’s face that welcomed all the tears and sorrows that he wanted to pour out from his shattered heart. Any thoughts of him doing poorly in his kingdom performance were gone, replaced with the fluffy and soft feelings of the firm compliments that patched up the cracks in his heart.

He didn’t even notice the tickling stopped, his eyes drooping close from the tears he shed and the exhaustion that overtook him from the practice he forced upon himself, cuddling up closer into the leader’s lap to feel more comfortable. To say Bangchan’s heart melted into a puddle of goo was an understatement, biting back the want to scoop up the fox and kiss him just about a thousand times, so he wouldn’t disturb the sleep he desperately needed.

Safe to say they definitely got ice cream after that, with Jeongin having that permanent mischievous smile again, the members are now sure to baby their maknae much more after all…

That was everything but a voice crack that day.

[chanshoesunite]

absolutely loved your work with petting and grinding on chan

but what if he and reader haven't been intimate yet (maybe reader wanted to wait or smth) and they were making out and got carried away so hard that they started grinding on each other and came at the same time

okay bye

This was the image I had in my head when I read your ask. There you go, nonny, it's unbeta-d still but ONLY FOR YOU MY LOVE

You smile at Chan as he joins you on the couch, handing you a mug of tea. “There you go, princess,” he says, mirroring your smile, and you feel yourself blushing. You haven’t been dating for a long time, and there is still a hint of shyness you feel when he gives you his undivided attention, what with him being not only incredibly sweet and kind, but also extremely good-looking. Plus, you’ve only ever picked him up from his flat before, never coming in, and now, as you’re sitting on the dark grey IKEA couch in his living room, you feel more than a little flustered.

You thank him, averting your eyes as you cradle the warm mug in your hands, your legs crossed. “We barely dodged that downpour, huh,” you add, your gaze raising to the torrents raining down against the window.

“Yeah,” he agrees, eyes also watching the rainstorm outside. “Are you sure you don’t need a hoodie or something? Your jacket got pretty wet.”

“I’m fine with tea, thanks,” you say, but growing a little bolder, you add, “but you can always cuddle me to make me warm again.” Chan turns his head to look at you, and his smile is so soft it makes your heart yearn for him. “Come here, then,” he whispers softly, almost too soft to hear over the rain. Putting your mug down onto the little wooden coffee table next to the couch, you swing your legs over Chan’s, half sitting in his lap. “Hi,” you quip, and Chan’s smile widens even more. “Hi, baby,” he answers. “Would it be terrible of me to want to kiss that smug little expression off of your beautiful face?”

You giggle a little, feeling soft and flirty. “Would it be terrible of me to want you to do exactly that?”

Chan boops his nose against yours. “So happy we’re on the same page about this,” he says in a slightly raspy voice before he softly touches his lips to yours.

His kiss is sweet and slow and caring, just like all of your other kisses have been in the few weeks that you’ve been dating. With both of you busy with college and jobs, there wasn’t much time for just being together. But as his tongue slips into your mouth, exploring it sensually, you realise that, with the rainstorm cutting your trip to the amusement park short, it is now late afternoon and there is nothing else for the two of you to do except enjoying each other’s company… And maybe bodies? You shiver slightly at the thought – you are not very experienced with men yet, and the thought of sleeping with Chan is a little daunting to you.

Chan seems to mistake your trembling for cold, because he breaks the kiss softly and reaches around you to grab a fluffy blanket from the back of the couch, unfolding it and tugging it over the both of you, cocooning you closer to him. “Is that better?” he asks, pushing a curl behind your ear. You nod, whispering a soft “thank you.”

He smiles. “Now, where were we?” he murmurs in a deep, vaguely seductive voice.

You shrug. “Is there a still a smug little expression on my face?”

Chan touches your chin, pretending to study your face from various angles. “Oh my gosh, yes, absolutely!” he proclaims in mock-surprise.

“Hmmm.” You pretend to think about it for a second. “Then I guess the off-kissing hasn’t worked yet.” And you lean in to kiss him this time. As soon as your lips touch his, you feel that this kiss is different; with your bodies cradled together under the blanket, there is an added level of intimacy you hadn’t anticipated. Your tongues slip together, and a light groan escapes your throat, a sound that makes Chan’s hand travel to the back of your neck, softly stroking the tender skin there, and you utter another little sound.

Encouraged by this, his hands travel over your back just as yours move to his shoulders. The shirt is damp beneath your hands – not surprising, since Chan had not been wearing a jacket but just his longs-sleeved shirt as you’d made the dash from the car to his apartment building.

Chan breaks the kiss again to pepper little kisses along your jaw and down to the column of your throat. “Is this okay?” he breathes against your skin, and you shiver again – and again, not from the cold.

“Yes,” you say in a low voice. “But Chan?”

“Hm?” he hesitates. “Everything okay?”

“Absolutely.” You meet his gaze and press a quick peck to his nose. “I just wanted to ask you if… Could you take off your shirt? It’s pretty wet?”

Chan’s grin is almost wolfish. “Baby, if you want me to take my shirt off, you just have to say so.” You slap him in slight indignation, but he reaches back, grabbing the hem of the shirt under the blanket and pulling it off in one smooth motion. And then you’re in Chan’s lap and he’s shirtless, and the heat radiating off his body is too much for you to hold back. As he nods his consent, your hands follow the line of his shoulder, his muscled arms, his veined hands, his pecks, and all the while you're gazing at him, at this beautiful man who has decided that yes, you are worthy of his time and affection.

The soft sighs of pleasure he utters do things to you, but his body language clearly tells you that all the power lies with you – Chan knows that you want to take it slow, and he’ll give you all the time you need. So when you lean forward again to claim his lips, his reciprocation is almost euphoric, and his large hands find your back again as he pulls you against him. As you kiss him, stroking his soft skin, you feel yourself getting more aroused – this simple situation of slow touches and soft exploration is so incredibly sexy to you that you know you also want to be touched like that. Reaching down, you grab the hem of your own shirt.

Chan’s gaze is heated, but he immediately says, “You don’t have to, baby.”

You smile. “I know,” you answer. “I want to, though.”

Your boyfriend holds your gaze, then nods, as he watches you tug off your own shirt. His eyes travel over your skin, but you feel less shy than full of anticipation. You want him to see you, know you, feel you, just like you want the same from him. His big hands find your waist. “Just tell me to stop whenever, okay?” he whispers, and as he kisses you again, his fingers lightly brush against the swell of your breasts, his mouth swallowing your gasp of pleasure. You retaliate by softly biting his lower lip, and a groan escapes him. As Chan squirms in his seat, you feel his hard-on against the softness of your thigh, and in a spur of the moment-decision, you also shift your weight, throwing one leg over him and straddling him.

There is a surprised look on his face as you bear down on his lap, effectively grinding against him, and his eyes fall closed with a moan that’s louder and rawer than anything you’ve heard from him so far – you find it thrilling. The hardness beneath you, pressed against your core, is exhilarating, and you know that some day soon, though not today, you cannot wait to feel it inside you.

As you draw a lazy circle with your hips, causing both of you to moan at the friction, Chan’s hands find the clasps of your bra. “May I?” he rasps, and you barely have the breath to answer, but he hears you clearly enough. Unclasping the offending garment, he gets rid of it, and then his hands are back against your hips, helping you swivel them in ways that make you both groan in pleasure. Your eyes fall closed as you feel his tongue against your nipple, and you give yourself over to the sensations – his skin against yours, both of you enveloped in warmth as the rain splatters against the windows. He continues to pleasure your breasts with his lips and tongue, and the pace at which you move together grows more frantic and sloppy as you feel your desperation growing more and more urgent. Chan’s hardness is rock solid beneath you, his own moans are beginning to sound more like cries of pleasure, their sound pushing you closer towards where you need to be.

“Chan, I-“

“I know, princess, I’m almost there, too!”

Your lips find each other again, his hand cups your breast and then, as you grind down particularly hard, your orgasm hits you, and the way Chan cries out tells you that you’re not alone in your ecstasy.

You slowly kiss as you both shudder, clutching to each other, trembling through the aftershocks of pleasure despite being warm underneath your blanket.

You lean down to put your forehead against his. “That was… Unexpected,” you say, a soft smile playing on your lips.

Chan brushes a strand of hair back from your face. “A good kind of unexpected, I hope;” he says tenderly.

You nod. “Absolutely. You’re just too attractive to resist, Channie.”

You boyfriend chuckles. “God, I like you so much,” he says, pressing a few kisses to your face before you settle your head against his shoulder. You stay like that for a few moments, listening to the rain and the calming of your breaths.

“Baby?”

“Hm?”

“Could you… I’d love to get out of these pants?”

“Ah, yeah, sorry.” You try to get off, but not before stealing another kiss. Chan gets off the couch, the wet stain prominent on his crotch. “Do you maybe want another cuppa? I bet yours is already cold.” He waits in the doorframe for your answer, his jeans already halfway off.

“No thanks.” You grin. “I’m warm enough now.”

[christronomy]

i had an insane chan thought few days ago but unfortunately (or thankfully?) i forgot what it was and i am forever upset.

though i have an equal one i guess if u don't mind me sending this to you;;

my brain has been severely corrupted by chan wanting to pull out before he cums because no protection(maybe like first time going raw) but instead what he doesn't expect is you wrapping your legs tightly around him and giving him no chance and he just stares widely with big puppy eyes while streams of 'sorry's and 'please let me go' escape his mouth and you just, hazily say "it feels like a waste[if he lets his load out anywhere else but you]" while rubbing your own tummy

as he empties out his load while lustfully staring at your fucked out expression, hes determined to fill you to the brim with his cum every time you fuck. in every position possible. he deserves it..you deserve it. a quick way to chan's breeding kink awakening.

sorry this got so long fjskdhshdj he makes me want to eat glass in the most affectionate way ever

i have actually passed away and am typing this from my grave rn. holy shit anon you're so big brain for this. i agree 1000%.

i love the idea of it being the first time he goes in raw bc it's bc you begged him to do it. "just this one time, please? it'll feel so good, promise." and he can't help but just say yes, cause the way you ask is just so sweet and cute and he'd do anything to please his favorite girl ever. he just didn't expect you to do that—the way you wrapped your legs around him tightly to stop him from pulling out. he swears he's never cum that hard in his life, and you just look and sound so pretty when he fills you up that now he's hopelessly addicted to it. best believe he's never gonna use protection with you ever again.

[feelbokkie]

Sorry, Right Number | Prologue 

pairing: idol!Chan x fem reader

genre: smau, crack, angst, fluff,strangers to lovers, pen pals/hidden identity, forbidden love, celebrity romance

pov: 1st/2nd person (depending on how you view it)

warnings: swearing

summary: Being an idol can be lonely and isolating. After one fun and adventurous night at a bar, Chan decides to text the girl he met the night before. Except, she gave him the the wrong number?

word count: n/a

screenshot count: 13

taglist: closed

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Bang Chan slutting reader out to Felix. He's dating reader and him and reader both want to be with Felix. - your pal Stolas/Apollo

FEMALE ALIGNING DNI !!!!!!

I AGREE !!!!! okay felix walking in on yall fucking one day maybe in the studio after chan "forgot" that he called him over to "record some stuff" and hed see yall fucking on the couch and hed be so embarrassed hed leave immediately so you guy guys wait a while and then you find out that chan promised felix he could join yall one time fr fr and then the day comes and you have no clue cus yall are in the studio (once again) and guess what chan makes out with you hardcore and then gets up and tells you to wait and then leaves !!!!! and he comes back w felix and they r like almost immediately on you chan sits back on his chair and watches felix start roughing you up and he puts the chair where its like this ( |___| 0 ) you get me? so felix can bend you over the couch while both of you can just look up and have a full view of chan

[cas-skz]

+quick fic+ Mr. Chan's house

Pairing: chan x fem!reader Word Count: 397 Summary: A night of babysitting for your favorite teacher ends differently than expected. Warning: 18+ please!!!, teacher/student, babysitter/parent, pet names, (princess/daddy) oral, (m to f) slight dom male, rough smut, orgasms, creampie

credit @littleforeignaffairs

“Shut up princess, you’ll wake the kids.” Mr. Chan hissed in your ear, his hand covering your mouth as he thrusted quickly into you. He was so much better at sex than the guys your age. You knew it was wrong yet here you were; letting your university language studies teacher fuck you senseless after you agreed to babysit for him a couple days ago. His hand moved to your neck, tightening his grip as you bit your lip in attempt to not make much noise. “You feel so fucking good, Daddy.” You whispered as he flipped you onto your back, pulling you to the end of the bed. His head found his way between your thighs fingers quickly moving into you as his thumb worked on your clit. “I said.. Keep quiet princess. Don’t make me tell you again.” The older male ordered, replacing his fingers with his massive cock, filling your hole. You eagerly grabbed his hand, licking your juices from his fingers before they wrapped around your neck once more. His lips found yours, kissing you passionately as your hips started to buck and climax approached. “You gonna cum for Daddy?” Mr. Chan smirked, slowing his pace as your walls tightened around him, a small climax hitting as you felt him start to pick up speed. “Not good enough.” He snickered, leaning himself closer to your face. His cock strokes deepening as he pressed another kiss onto your lips. “I want you to cum so hard you drain Daddy’s cock.” He said, picking up speed and slamming deeply into you every few thrusts. You held in your moans as best you could until he started to hit your g-spot. It caused a small moan to escape before his lips crashed into yours. He kept a quick pace. You arch your back slightly, hips grinding against him as you came to your peak. You moans muffled under Mr.Chan’s lips. “Fuck Princess.” He groaned, his hips still moving quickly as you felt him slip out a few times from the cum dripping from your pussy. He finally managed to keep himself inside as his cock started to fill you will his sperm. He held himself inside you for a bit as you shared kisses and came down from orgasms, before he cleaned you up and sent you home with a hard slap on the ass.