#sub!minchan smut

[writingforstraykids]

He deserved it - Pt.2

Pairing: Minchan | Minlix | Minchanlix

Word Count: 2559

Summary: Chan cleans up Felix's mess and ends up getting closer with Minho. Felix notices and maybe does feel a little jealous. Confronting Chan hasn't been his smartest idea.

Warnings/Tags: fluff, smut, aftercare with Chan, indication of mirror sex / semi-public sex (minchan), sub!min, dom!chan, switch!felix

A/N: Here's the part two you wanted...I guess that ending screams for another part, but I'll leave that up to you🤭

PART ONE

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Chan swallowed softly and pulled the door close behind himself, locking it to avoid any of their friends stumbling in. Minho seemed extremely vulnerable right now, and it ignited a protective feeling in his chest he hadn't felt in a while about him. He knew he was blushing; he could practically feel the heat radiating off his face and burning in his ears. Chan went to Minho's closet, got one of his fuzzy blankets, and sat down at the edge of the bed. “Min?” he asked, trying to see how responsive his friend was. 

“Yeah?” he asked quietly, tears still spilling from his eyes as his body was fighting the aftershocks of pure pleasure. 

“You're okay?” he asked softly, and Minho hummed. 

“Very,” he nodded, a slight blush creeping up his neck as he realized how messy he must look right now in front of Chan. 

Chan hesitantly reached out for him, fingers shaking as he brushed his hair from his face. “I'll help you clean up, yeah?”

“Mhm, okay, Channie hyung,” he nodded drowsily. “It's not like I could walk on my own right now.”

Chan almost choked on his breath. “I'll draw you a bath,” he said, scrambling to his feet and quickly busying himself in the bathroom. He cursed himself for getting so flustered. Fucks sake, he had seen every other of his friends naked before, turning into a moaning mess beneath him. Was it because he always thought he'd never see Minho that way? They'd never work because, well…they both liked to be in control. When he came back, Minho still hadn't moved, goosebumps slowly covering his skin. Chan tried not to stare too much but fuck, that was hard. “And he just left you like that?”

“Made him mad,” Minho shrugged and licked his dry lips. “Told me to clean myself up or beg you for help.”

Chan laughed and rolled his eyes. “He wouldn't have left you if I hadn't agreed.” 

“Don't be so sure about that; he's a little devil if you give him the chance,” he laughed and shifted a little as he tried to get comfortable. 

Chan noticed he was beginning to freeze and spoke before he could think it through. “Can I give you a cuddle until the bath is ready?” he asked, blushing at Minho's puzzled look. 

“Channie, there's Felix's cum dripping from my ass and my own smeared all over my stomach. I'll make a mess of you,” he giggled. 

Chan blushed heavily before nodding. “I know. I don't mind.”

“Nasty,” Minho commented. 

“Shut it; you're the one unable to walk right now because you've been such a tease,” he snorted, and Minho weakly punched his arm. Chan giggled as Minho pushed himself onto his knees with a groan, wincing a little. He pulled him into his lap and wrapped the fuzzy blanket around them. 

Minho slumped against his chest and buried his face in his neck with a soft huff. He closed his eyes, overwhelmed by Chan's natural scent, and picked up on a hint of Jeongin’s favorite cologne. Chan's hugs always felt safe, and he loved indulging them when they were back home. No one was expecting him to “hate” it here. “I'll be so sore tomorrow,” he grumbled, and Chan chuckled. 

“I'll pay him back next time, fuck him stupid,” Chan said, not really thinking again. He was too occupied with the feeling of his hand resting on Minho's bare skin beneath the blanket and lingering on his lower back so tenderly. 

“You could fuck me stupid instead; I'd gain more from that,” Minho answered and couldn't quite believe he said that out loud. Fucks sake. 

“I can't believe you, only a minute ago, you were still sobbing, and now you're asking for it again,” he snickered. 

“And that's the only thing keeping you from doing so?” he teased softly, nuzzling his nose into his neck. 

“Minho,” Chan whispered, his grip on his back subconsciously growing tighter. 

Minho pulled back and squinted at him, amused, hooking his finger beneath Chan's chin and making him look at him. “You'd like that, huh?” he asked, and Chan could only nod, blushing furiously. “And just for your information, I cry when I feel really good.”

Chan hummed and swallowed thickly. He gently brushed back his hair and smiled at him. “I'll ruin you another day.”

“What if I want you to do so right-oh god,” Minho moaned out shakily as Chan wrapped his hand around his dick. His eyes fluttered close, and his fingers buried deeply into Chan's shoulder. “Oh, just like that,” he breathed out and whimpered softly as Chan kissed down his neck before licking a stripe up to his ear. He used his other hand to brace Minho and bent his head, licking over his nipples teasingly. Minho shuddered with a gasp, already leaking down Chan's hand. He was still so sensitive he wouldn't last long. How embarrassing he'd fall apart so easily the first time he touched him. It didn't help feeling Chan's dick pressing up against him through his sweatpants. “Channie,” he breathed out needily. 

“I know,” he whispered against his skin. “I know, it's okay. We'll do it properly another time.”

Minho whimpered and needily fucked into Chan's fist, growing more sloppy with every thrust. “Channie, so close,” he warned him, and Chan gave him permission.

His stomach fluttered at Minho's face, flooding with pleasure, lips opening in a sweet moan of his name. Chan could feel his release dripping down his hand, and he knew Minho had made a mess of his shirt now, but he didn't care. Not with the blissed-out look on Minho's face. The sight made him feel so good he couldn't quite believe himself. 

He gave him a moment to calm down before getting up with him in his arms. “Now, let's clean you up.”

-

“I still can't believe you'd get that jealous,” Jeongin snickered in Felix's arms. 

“I'm not,” Felix giggled. “Minho hyung wanted Channie to care for him for ages but was too shy to ask.”

“Oh,” he nodded gently.

“So yes, when he was being a tease today, I thought I'd give them a little push,” he laughed and kissed his head. “I would've never left him like that if Chan hadn't agreed.”

“You're a menace,” he giggled and cuddled closer. 

“No, that's called smart,” he grinned. 

-

Minho's eyes fluttered at how nice the warm water and soothing lavender scent welcomed his tired body. He glanced up at Chan, who didn't quite know where to look. “You just gave me a handjob, I think you can stop acting shy now.”

“Sorry,” he laughed breathlessly. 

“Join me?” he asked, and Chan heavily blushed. “Don't think I didn't notice you came in your pants.”

“Minho, I-,” he stammered, and Minho giggled. 

“No wonder if our maknae needed help right before,” he smirked, and at Chan's puzzled look, he added, “You smelled like him.”

“You're insane,” Chan laughed and gave in, taking his shirt off. Minho watched him intensely as he did, not really hiding that he was enjoying the show. Chan quickly got into the water, slipping in behind him and spreading his legs. Minho scooted closer with a soft grunt, leaning back against him. Chan gently rubbed his arms before wrapping his own around Minho's stomach. 

Minho gently intertwined their fingers, melting a little at how small his hands felt in Chan's. He didn't know what made him do it, but he shifted in Chan's lap just enough to bury his face in his chest. A soft sigh escaped him at the skin contact, and he could feel a small laugh rumble through his chest. “Asshole,” he giggled. 

“I always knew you like being hugged,” he smirked succeedingly. 

“I like it when you do it,” he nodded softly. “Makes me feel safe.”

Chan smiled softly and kissed his hair. “I'm glad it does.”

Minho shuffled in his lap once more before straddling him, arms wrapped around his neck. “Channie?” he asked softly, searching his eyes. 

“Yeah?” he asked, soothingly rubbing his hips. 

“Please don't let this be a one-time thing?” he sounded almost timid, tugging at Chan's heartstrings. 

Chan shook his head and cupped his face with one hand. “I'll make you feel good as often as you want to from now on.” 

“Promise?” he smiled sweetly. 

“Promise,” Chan giggled, eyes widening as Minho lunged forward and gave him a kiss. He only needed a second before he kissed back passionately, trying to make it last. He buried his hand in his hair, smiling into the feeling that sent shivers down his body. Now, he finally could take care of all his boys. 

-

Not much later, Minho was dressed in a comfy sweater and sweatpants belonging to Chan. He was comfortable in Chan's bed, the soft lilac light making him even sleepier than before. Minho brought the sweater to his face and buried his nose in it, getting flooded with Chan's scent. He couldn't bite back the lazy smile tugging at his lips. Chan returned with a glass of water and sat beside him. His curls were still a little damp, and Minho was purely relaxed after Chan washed his hair, massaging his scalp so perfectly and then doing the same with his aching body. “Come on, kitten,” he spoke softly, and Minho blushed a little, sitting up. He let Chan help him to drink a bit before smiling at him fondly. Chan put the water aside and lovingly fondled his hair. “Cuddles?”

“Please,” Minho nodded sweetly.

-

Felix and Jeongin peeked into Chan's room after a while, exchanging a grin at the sight of their hyungs cuddled up. Minho's head was tucked safely beneath Chan's, their legs intertwined. Chan's hand was beneath Minho's sweater, and Minho was holding onto his sweater in his sleep in return. 

“Cute,” Felix commented. 

“Guess you did it,” Jeongin chuckled before they left them in peace. 

One week later

Chan was strolling down the hallway, hearing “Taste” blast through the almost empty building. He was ready to go home, but he had a feeling Minho wouldn’t leave if he didn’t remind him of the time. Pushing the door open, his breath hitched, seeing Minho immersed in the choreo. He quietly pulled the door close behind himself and leaned against it, watching him curiously. None of them knew what Minho had planned for that song yet; he only knew Felix and Hyunjin pitched in some ideas this afternoon. Chan’s thoughts started wandering as he watched the younger man sink down to his knees and spread his legs as he did. He slowly pushed himself off the door and made his way over, strolling into his view behind him. By the time he reached him, Minho was back on the floor, rolling his hips. It didn’t help that right after his angelic voice blasted from the speaker with the words, “Don’t make me bad, make me bad, I’m addicted to you.”.

Minho stopped in his movements, surprised to spot him through the mirror, and swallowed at how confidently Chan closed the remaining distance between them. Chan stepped right behind him and leaned down, kissing him upside down as Minho lost balance and fell to his bum. Minho didn’t waste much time, turned in their kiss so he was facing him and grabbed him by his shirt. He pulled him down roughly, catching his fall with his legs, and arched into his body as soon as Chan was on top of him. “Hey there,” he chuckled into their kiss and buried his hand in his hair. 

“Hi,” Chan smirked mischievously. “Sorry, I didn’t want to interrupt, but…you make it very hard to resist you, moving like that.”

Minho hummed, pleased, and raised his eyebrows at him. “Well, did you come here to watch only, or?”

“Oh, I definitely came here to watch. Wanna see your face when I ruin you,” he smirked and sat up. Minho did as well and gulped softly as Chan scooted behind him, meeting his eyes through the mirror. “And here is perfect because you can see for yourself.”

“Fuck,” he breathed out needily. “Fuck, yes, please,” he nodded quickly, and Chan’s eyes darkened behind him, clouding with lust. 

-

Felix had watched Minho curiously the next morning during breakfast as he sat down with a soft wince. Taking a look at Chan, spotting a few marks on his neck, he could imagine what had happened yesterday night when everyone else had been home already. Luckily, Hyunjin caught a cold so it would be only them practicing today. 

He walked up to Minho and wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling him in. “Had fun last night?”

“Mhm, the practice was alright; I think I have the dance worked out now, and-” he swallowed as Felix wrapped his hand around his neck and met his eyes through the mirror. 

“I’m not talking about that,” he said sharply, and Minho gulped nervously. “You enjoyed Chan hyung fucking you dumb?” he asked, and his hyung’s eyes widened.

“I-uh-,” he stammered, and the grip around his neck tightened. 

“I won’t ask again,” Felix warned him.

“Y-Yes,” he nodded timidly. “I did.”

“You still think he can wreck you better than I did?” he asked, and Minho blushed heavily.

“Felix,” he whined softly, squirming in his hold as Felix planted his other hand right on his dick, straining against the fabric of his jeans.

“You don’t wanna chose, that’s fine,” he nodded and squinted his eyes at him. “Where?”

“Wh-What?” he whispered.

“You heard me,” he said sharply and Minho shrunk in his grip.

-

Chan flinched in his chair as the door to his room opened and got slammed close forcefully. His eyes widened seeing Minho, staring at the floor nervously, Felix right behind him. Felix shoved the older over to Chan’s sofa and gave him a little push. Minho fell back into the cushion with a soft groan and yelped as Felix climbed on top of him, wrapping his hand around his neck once again. “Lix,” he whispered and glanced at Chan embarrassed. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” Chan asked irritated and got up. 

“You decided to fuck him in my room, so I’ll do the same now,” he told him and raised his eyebrows challengingly at him. 

Chan scoffed and an amused smirk settled on his lips. He locked the door and slipped the key into his pocket. “My dear sunshine, you may be in control with him,” he said, pointing at Minho. “But may I remind you who’s in control when it’s us?” he asked and stepped next to him, wrapping his hand around his neck. He leaned down with a grin and winked at Minho. “So what makes you think you can come into my room and do as you like, hm?” he whispered into his ear and Felix shivered with need. 

Shit, he didn’t quite think that one through. 

“Oh god, it’s not like I couldn’t handle both of you, just do something, please,” Minho whined beneath them, wide eyes darting between their faces. 

Chan exchanged an amused glance with Felix before leaning over to open the drawer of his desk. “Not how I planned my day, but I can’t complain,” he said, flicking the cap of the bottle of lube in his hand open. “Who’s first?”

PART ONE

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[chansbabyg]

They have you in their possession - naked and spread on the bed. At the end of the bed are your Dom & his Sub - you overhear their conversation ...

LK: Christopher, I need you to bring her to breaking point ... make her so wet that when my hard cock stretches her pussy, it will glide easily. She is not to cum until I say.

Christopher: Yes Sir Minho I will ...

LK: If she goes past that point, you will be punished ... with her!

You feel the tension pooling in your panties ... but you dare not upset your Dom Sir Minho 😈

[chrisbangsbf]

hot on your tongue

Pairing: Chan/Minho

Rating: Explicit 18+

Word Count: 3.2k

Tags and Warnings: Light Dom/sub, food play, food kink, feederism, stuffing, spicy noodles, painplay, crying, mild degradation, coming in pants (please re-check the fic tags on ao3 before reading)

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"Too spicy for you?" 

Chan sniffles and nods despite his better judgement.

"Well, that sucks for you," Minho coos, "because you're gonna eat the whole bowl." 

[minhosimthings]

Both || 18+

Synopsis: it's literally just porn I have no explanation

Pairings: bf!Heeseung × fem!reader × bf!Jake

Warnings: Smut MINORS DNI, oral ( f recieving), poly relationship, dom!Heeseung, dom!Jake, sub!reader, fingering, double penetration, p in v sex, rough sex, dirty talk, mean dom Heeseung, edging, orgasm denial, overstimulation, anal sex eyy, dacryphillia

A/N: so if any of you remember the symphony smut series, then you'll remember how the Skz threesome fic I had with MinChan was originally meant for HeeJake, but I didn't write it due to certain issues. BUT ITS HERE NOW. And no I didn't write a completely different fic, I just replaced the names from the original fix and rewrote some of the dialogue.

Original SKZ Version

Living with two boyfriends had been a much livelier experience than you would had initially thought. Or perhaps it was because they were Heeseung and Jake was what made it lively.

They were completely opposite to each other in all aspects. Which especially showed in the bedworks.

Heeseung was your drug for slavery while Jake was your poison for salvation.

Their duality was what turned you on, they could call you their little princess and give you as much pleasure as you wanted or they could tell you that you're their slut, with a pussy made only for them.

So it was no surprise that when you got mad with one, you went to another.

And on one fine Tuesday evening that's exactly what happened.

•••••••••••••••

"Princess are you alright?" Jake peeked his head around the door, his eyes taking time to adjust to the dim light. His ears were working though, and your sobs broke his heart. He didn't like it when you argued with Heeseung. He knew both of you were competitive, and competition never lead to much success, it usually led to tears and ignoring one another.

"If he sent you here-" you hiccuped, looking up at Jake, "Tell him I'm never going to talk to him again."

"You're so adorable." He chuckled, leaning in to kiss you, his hands on your hips, "How about a little session hmm? To get your mind off things?"

"What if he hears?"

“Hyung has his headphones in” he breathes out, slowly leaning in to kiss you. you meet him halfway, lips colliding against one another as his hand starts to trail down the curve of your waist. He pulls apart for a second, placing a quick peck before he speaks again. “He won't hear what he's missing.”

Jake makes quick work of the pants you had on, tearing them down your thighs as his primal instincts starts to kick in. In seconds, his head is buried in between your thighs, nose pressed against your clit.

“darling-“ he breathes out, absolutely in awe of how delicious you’re going to taste for him right now. “this is…” he trails off, unsure if words could describe how much this means to him.

“Never seen you so speechless before.” You tease, trying not to squirm under his gaze, his eyes locked onto the wet slick pooling at your entrance.

“What can I say?” he presses a kiss just above your clit, eyes darting up to yours. “I like having you all to myself.”

You open your mouth to retort but his tongue catches your throbbing nub first, sending a jolt throughout your body. After that first taste, he’s gone. completely lost in you and the frenzy begins. He tosses your leg over his shoulder, angling himself to get deeper.

His tongue delves back into you and you feel him everywhere. It’s enough to arch your back, your fingers clawing in his hair. He grunts approvingly into your messy cunt, licking up every little speck of drink he can get his mouth on.

Each precise stroke of Jake's tongue has you unraveling in his hold, undoubtedly gushing more of your essence on his eagerly awaiting mouth. He was practically moaning now, the vibrations shooting throughout your body. He breaks for air for a moment, licking his lips and looking up to you.

It’s all too much and you’d be lying if you said his enthusiasm wasn’t the driving force towards your release. you’d never been with a man so desperate for your taste, especially when you were in this state.

Your back starts to arch off the bedroll, reeling in the pleasure that’s about to snap. The coil shatters into a thousand pieces as you dig your fingers into his curls once again. You don’t know if you were loud or not, you don’t know anything as a white veil had taken up your vision, pleasure coursing through your veins as your blood pounds within your ears.

It takes a few moments for you to come back down to reality, your head swimming in the pleasure Jake hurtled you in. You watch as he places one last kiss against your cunt, slowly backing up on his haunches.

"Having fun there aren't you?"

Oh fucking no

You snapped your head up to look at the doorway, where your eyes fell on the image of Heeseung, casually leaning against the door, shit eating smirk on his face.

"Want a taste? I'm done." Jake got off the bed and plopped onto the nearby armchair.

"So the plan did work." Heeseung chuckled, taking off his jacket, and striding across the room, looking at your confused figure with bedroom eyes.

"What fucking plan?" You spat with venom in your tone, making Heeseung click his tongue together.

"Jaeyun here offered to help me after our little 'argument'." Heeseung dipped the bed down with his weight, "And let's just say, now that you're all riled like our pretty princess-" he took off his belt, "You won't refuse my fingers will you?"

"Fuck you Lee Heeseung, and you too." You directed the last part at Jake who merely shrugged his shoulders, and lounged on the armchair.

You gasped as Heeseung cupped your pussy, involuntarily clenching around nothing and feeling a gush of wetness spilling as your body reacted in anticipation.

"Aww did you miss me that much?"

“Use your fingers properly and find out.”

Your taunt didn’t go amiss. “Not even a sorry?” he said, arrogance dripping from each word.

Much to your frustration, your hips rolled into his touch, silently wishing he would stop avoiding your swell. Heeseung's hands worked quickly to unbutton your shirt. You knew all too well that you’d feel his cock hard enough if he was already this eager to expose your breasts. Your nipples quickly hardened and you rolled your hips once more, causing one of his fingers to slide inside.

It was the vicious clenches around his finger that snapped him out of it and his lustful eyes met yours. “Give me one reason not to slide out of you.”

"Jake's cock is getting hard and you don't want to disappoint him do you? He is the favourite in this relationship right?" You grumbled, feeling Heeseung's finger slide across your pussy. You tried your hardest not to moan.

Heeseung threw a glance at Jake who was chuckling behind his fingers, his cock almost bursting through his trousers. A second finger slithered past your tightness and he brought his lips to your ear.

“You're right. He is my favourite, but he doesn't have a pussy like yours does he?”

Your whimpers increased in intensity and you looped your arms around his neck for added support, lifting one leg to wrap around his waist. The new angle allowed him to go knuckle-deep and you shuddered as his strained erection pressed against his hand nudged him even deeper.

He groaned first, clearly enjoying the newfound friction, and you clenched hard at how his face twisted in pleasure. His lips brushed against yours this time, dragging his fingers back as you clenched desperately around him.

“What happened darling?” Heeseung taunted as you tried to have him back inside, your hips following his retreating hand. “That desperate for my fingers?”

"Selfish little princess” He continued, sliding one finger back inside, but not quite deep enough to fully satisfy you. “You know, I can be quite greedy when I want to. But..."

You whined in response, frustrated that you were now faced with an agonising emptiness.

“But what?” you groaned, trying to have him sink deeper to no avail. He placed a kiss to the corner of your mouth before pulling back.

“But I am willing to share you with Jake for a bit.”

The moans and whimpers and gasps that slipped from you were being effectively muffled, the third finger nudged at your entrance and you could only roll your eyes shut as your bit hard around your tongue to not give Heeseung the satisfaction.

“Surely you can take one more,” he teased, his voice low. It slid inside painfully slowly and the stretch had you gasping.

The combination of being so full of him and how he allowed you to rub your clit on his palm was too much. The lewd sounds were almost too obscene and you gripped both hands together, holding onto the remainder of the sanity you had left.

For a brief moment, Heeseung allowed you to ride three of his fingers, giving you the illusion that you’d reach your peak easily and rather quickly. His generosity came to an abrupt halt just as you felt the familiar coil down below becoming more and more overwhelming, your body quickly reaching the point of no return.

And then you felt a painful emptiness as he pulled out from you at once.

He chuckled when you groaned in sheer frustration, looking over at Jake and giving him a smirk too.

Of course. He was a sadist.

“Now, now,” Heeseung tutted, caressing your flushed cheek with his thumb, a single tear streaming down your face. “You didn’t think I would be that generous, did you?” 

"Fuck you both so much."

"Well if you say so doll." Jake shrugged his shoulders again and got up, getting onto the bed as well.

"Only if she stays silent though." Heeseung chuckles like a madman. Fuck you, you thought, but you couldn't get the words out. Jake removes his underwear, and you suddenly don’t feel so sure that you can take anymore.

“i-I” you can’t get the words out as a moan slips from your lips, when he enters you in one thrust. Your head falls back and your eyes close at the feeling of his thick length inside you. Had he always been this big?

“Fuck you're tight” Jake groans.

“Oh fuck.” You breath, feeling too full and overwhelmed already, and he hasn’t even moved yet.

“How does she feel?" Heeseung asks Jake. “So. Fucking. Tight” he groans as he slowly starts moving.

“oh fuuuck” you moan, unable to stay silent. Your hands search for something to hold on to, and they reach Jake's dark curls

“Does it feel good darling?” Heeseung whispers in your ear as he stretches your ass with his fingers.

“f-fuck y-yes” you breath out as Jake picks up speed.

"You like Jake fucking you while I stretch your ass?”

“Yes” you moan again.

“Good girl, look how well you’re taking us." Heeseung's hot breath tickles your skin pink.

Jake groans as he picks up speed, hitting that one spot inside you that makes you scream. Heeseung's hand clamps over your mouth again “what did I say about keeping silent darling?” he says mockingly.

“Fuck you're ready to cum again aren’t you? I feel you fucking clamping on my fingers” Heeseung groans.

“please” you beg them, but the sound is muffles by Heeseung's hand.

“what was that darling….you want it harder and…deeper?” Jake says mockingly. “I think she said she wants it harder hyung.” he says.

You try to shake your head, it’s already to much but Jake picks up speed even faster and Heeseung pushes a third finger in your ass. You come so hard you see stars. But both men don’t stop. No, they continue their ungodly rhythm.

You close your eyes enjoying the feeling. Your eyes shoot open when you feel Jake’s cock move through your folds. "Jaeyun..” you gasps as he puts himself against your entrance.

“you wanted us both, so you get us both” Jake says darkly before he slowly thrusts inside you. Your vision blurs at the overwhelming fullness you feel. “fuck I can fucking feel you” Heeseung mutters to Jake.

“fuck” Jake groans in response. You already feeling another orgasm rise.

“please…please” you have no idea what you’re begging for, the stimulation overwhelming you.

“cum for us” Jake orders as he starts moving in and out of you again.

Heeseung lifts you up and you wrap your legs around him, kissing him deeply. “No, I can’t. please” you beg. “You can do one more darling”

“hmmhhmmm f-ffuuuckk” you have no idea where the sounds are coming from that leave you, and who might hear. But you’re too far gone to care. You only feel them. Jake and Heeseung as they thrust in and out of your holes in a brutal pace.

“oh fuck…FUCK!” you scream out as yet another orgasm breaks you. you feel the both of them come inside you almost at the same time. You have no idea if you're still cuming or if it’s another orgasm.

Their thrusts turned slow but remained powerful as they bottomed out, hitting you as far back as they could. You gasped with every rut of Jake's hips hitting yours, and Heeseung's little moans cornering your ears.

Jake's hand aimlessly stroked your hair. he pulled back to look at you, smiling at the sight of your flushed face and disheveled hair.

“see. knew you could take it.” Jake kissed the tip of your nose, regretfully pulling out of you, you felt Heeseung do the same from behind. You whined at the loss—you had got so used to the feeling of them inside you, it was almost painful for them to leave.

"Princess?" Heeseung asks uncertainly, "you alright?"

"I'll forgive you if both of you do that everyday." You breathe out, being wrapped safely into Jake's arms.

"Well if you say so." Heeseung chuckles and smirks at Jake, who smiles back and wraps both of you tighter into a cocoon of comfort.

[leeknow-thoughts]

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(𝐚) - 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭

(𝐬) - 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

𝝑𝝔 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 : 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐢𝐨. 𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲

𝝑𝝔 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ! : 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 ! 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐡𝐞 !

୨୧ LEE KNOW

၄၃ happy anniversary ! (f)

೨౿tooth rotting fluff, petnames

၄၃ pretty when you cry (s) (a) (f)

೨౿ sub!Minho, Dom!f!reader, sex with feelings, p in v, mommy kink

၄၃ oral fixation with Minho (s) (m)

೨౿ oral fixation duhhhh, mommy!minho, lactation kink.... hear me out chat, written in bullet point format, MD/LG, DOMESTIC MD/LG lifestyle

၄၃ two different minhos (m) (s)

೨౿ smut (mdni), soft!Dom lee know(referred to as mommy), mean!Dom lee know (referred to as Minho), praise, mommy kink (what can I say I'm me), pet play themes, petnames, body worship, thigh riding, FREE USE, SOMNO, shower sex, mentions of poly!skz, fingering, oral, creampies, p in v, bullet point format, oral fixation, subspace, kinda somno, lmk if I missed anything!!!

၄၃ minho's hands and how he uses them [headcanons] (m) (s)

೨౿ oral fixation, oral sex, clit play, face slapping, spanking, size training, throat training, hair pulling, edging, squirting, pet play, mommy kink (I'm me), fingering, p in v, mentions of poly!skz, pee (at the end under the second lace banner)

၄၃ 2Man (m) (s) [MINCHAN]

೨౿ 3way, mxm action, mommy!Minho, daddy!chan, oral, jealous!minchan (YUMMYYYY), stoner!minchan bc I can, stoned 3way!!!, porn no plot, oral (min rec), spanking, petnames, p in v, praise, degrading???

၄၃ kiss it better (f) (a)

೨౿ tsundre!lee know, a guy being a creep, kissing, fluff, kinda angst, Han is the reader's older cousin, fem!reader, some petnames, overall soft

၄၃ endearing (s) (f) (m)

೨౿ they're in love your honor!! porn with so many feelings and a plot, p in v, foreplay, oral (reader rec.), petnames, angst if you squint, so much fluff, no clear dynamics but Minho is on top, realistic smut (a rarity on my page), slightly jealous!Minho if you squint, reader is Han's younger cousin and is one of the skz managers!! (read part 1 if you want more context!!!), drinking (nothing crazy but still felt like I should give a warning for it just in case), so many kisses,

၄၃ drag me down to hell / you'll hold my hand (f)

೨౿ silly!mimo, fluff!, one joke about sewerslide, slice of life

၄၃ 2Min x head

೨౿ bullet point format!, oral!, oral fixation, mentions of p in v

၄၃ Thinking about Dilf!Lee Know (s) (m)

೨౿ age gap!! mentions of p in v

၄၃ Make you feel my love (s) (m)

೨౿ soft!Dom Minho (referred to as mommy), mean!Dom Minho (referred to as Minho), spanking, clit play, porn no plot, one face slap, pussy slapping, degrading, uhhh guys I think that's it??

၄၃ Young and Innocent (s) (m)

೨౿ virgin reader, daddy!minho, p in v, mentions of oral, shower sex, overall pretty vanilla!

[moonlit-stay]

Kinktober 2022: Day 28

(MinChan Birthday Month Special)

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Pairing: Chan x Minho x Female Reader

Kink: Threesome

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Soft!Dom Chan, Soft!Dom Minho, Sub!Fem reader, fingering (female receiving), oral (male receiving), unprotected sex, threesome, multiple orgasms, creampie, praise, facefucking

Please let me know if I missed anything

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Color(s) Of This Fic: Black, Dusty Rose, and White <3

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If you are under the age of 18, please do not interact with this fic. This fic contains inappropriate content and is strictly 18+

Everything in not only this event, but all of my work in general is consensual. Even if not stated within the work.

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Enjoy :)

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The early hours of the night begin to set in as you quickly scramble to do any last-minute straightening up before two of your best friends, Chan and Minho come over for your traditional movie night.

Movie nights have been a tradition amongst you three for a few years now, occurring every other weekend no matter what. Even if one of you couldn't be there in person, you still found a way to make it work. It was the one constant in your life that you cherished deeply, something to look forward to in your hectic and unpredictable life.

A signature knock on your front door sounds through the space of your living room. You quickly scan the room, making sure everything is clean before you bolt to the front door, quickly opening it.

"Hi!" You exclaim, slightly out of breath.

There they stood, black loose-fitting t-shirts and sweatpants, both of them carrying bags of snacks they just recently bought with slight smiles tugging at their lips as they stare at you with bright eyes. You blink up at them, taking a quick breath.

"Come in, come in! You two know the drill!" You holler, pulling them inside.

They chuckle in response, kicking their shoes off by the front door before walking further into your apartment.

"Where do you want us to put the snacks?" Chan asks, both of them eyeing you as you close and lock your front door.

"Over on the kitchen table for now. We'll get the snacks squared away after we make our pillow fort!" You cheer, excitement coursing through you at the thought.

They nod in response, smiling at your excitement before heading for the kitchen. You rest back against your front door, closing your eyes as you take a deep breath.

Your head always seemed to spiral every time you saw them in their natural state. Comfy clothes, hair undone and bare faces, seeing them for all their natural beauty. Of course, you loved when they were dressed up from their schedules, hair styled and makeup decorating their features. There was just something about the former that made your heart swoon.

"Y/N? You ready?" Minho gently asks, tearing you out of your thoughts.

Your eyes dart open, seeing them both standing there with their favorite pillows and blankets that you keep at your apartment in hand, waiting for you to join them.

"Yes! I'm ready!" You reply, moving away from your door and grabbing your favorite pillows and blankets from your linen closet.

The three of you work together to build the self proclaimed comfiest fort of all time. Using chairs to sling blankets over and propping pillows up in a large circle that the three of you would be lying in later. After a short while, you all stand back with triumphant smiles, admiring the result of your teamwork.

"I think this is the best fort yet!" You announce, hearing the boys hum in agreement. "Alright, snack time!"

You rummage through the bags they brought, gasping when you see your favorite snack.

"Wouldn't be a proper movie night without our favorites, yea?" Chan asks, mirroring your smile as you quickly hug them both.

"You guys are the best!" You say, grabbing bowls to dump the snacks into.

You all return to your fort, carefully sitting in the pillow circle one by one. You sit in the middle, Chan and Minho sitting on either side of you as you drag your laptop into your lap.

"Min, it's your turn to pick the movie." You inform, peering over at him as you turn your laptop towards him.

He drags your laptop into his lap, scrolling through the platform until he sees something that sparks his interest. You lean forward, quickly fixing some of the blankets and grabbing your snacks that you had set aside as Minho exchanges smirks with Chan.

Considering the amount of time the three of you have spent together over the years, the boys have noticed the effect they have on you. Never making any move to mention it but using the power to their advantage every once in a while. You, however, never seemed to notice the effect you had on them. The way their eyes would rake hungrily along your form whenever you wore something that showed off your curves. The way they would exchange looks between one another when you did something simple that just happened to make their minds wander. The way your big doe eyes looked up at them so innocently when you were speaking.

You simply drove them crazy, and tonight they planned to release some pent-up feelings.

"Ok!" He exclaims, hitting play and setting your laptop back in your lap.

The boys scoot closer to you as you push your laptop further down your legs so you can all see. Bowls of snacks in hand as you all watch the opening of the movie with eyes glued to the screen.

The majority of the movie flies by, all three of you enjoying it as your bowls grow more empty with each passing minute.

You feel Chan's hand rest on one of your thighs under the blankets before Minho's rests on your other. You peer at them both from the corners of your eyes, not wanting to react too much at such a simple touch, but it felt like electricity was surging through your limbs at the contact. You close your eyes for a brief second, composing yourself before you focus back on the movie.

You watch as the two main characters collide in a heated kiss, quickly tugging each other's clothes off as they stumble into a hotel room. You feel your cheeks heat up as you try your best not to shift in your spot. You feel Minho squeeze your thigh and you almost jolt at the feeling, watching as the sex scene unfolds before your eyes.

Minho leans closer to you, his mouth hovering right next to your ear.

"What's wrong, baby? Does this kind of stuff make you flustered?" He whispers against the shell of your ear, watching you shiver in response as his hand trails further up your thigh.

You involuntarily press your thighs together as the ache between them grows with each passing second as moans sound from your laptop. The action doesn't go unnoticed by the boys as you feel Chan inch closer to your ear.

"We could help you, baby. Could make our pretty girl feel good." Chan whispers, listening to your breath hitch as he rubs shapes against the skin of your thigh.

"Please," you whimper out, your voice small and breathy.

"Please what, pretty?" Minho asks, gently drumming his fingers along your thigh.

"Please make me feel good."

Chan closes your laptop, shuffling it out of the fort before he exchanges looks with Minho. They each grab your thigh that their hands have been resting on, pulling them to rest over their own as your head falls to rest back against the pillows. Minho's fingers come to slowly rub at your clit, watching your body jolt at the feeling as a soft moan slips past your lips.

"Our baby girl is so sensitive." Chan breathes out, holding your right thigh in his lap as he watches your hips buck against Minho's fingers.

Minho stops his movements, running his fingers along the hem of your shorts.

"Can we take these off you, baby?" He softly asks.

"Yes," you breathe out, feeling them swiftly pull your shorts off so your bottom half is bare for them.

They both groan at the sight of your bare core, feeling their lengths strain against their sweatpants. Chan's fingers glide down your slit until he reaches your entrance, circling the hole with his middle finger.

"So wet for us, baby." He says, his voice an octave lower than usual.

Chan slowly sinks his middle and ring fingers into your dripping heat, a sigh leaving your lips at the feeling. He slowly pumps his digits, watching as Minho trails his hand to rub at your clit. Your back arches at the feeling of both their hands working to make you feel good, moans falling past your lips as they watch you fall apart on their fingers.

"There you go, cum for us, baby." Minho whispers, holding your left thigh in his lap as he watches you hit your high.

You lay back, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you come down from your high. You hear shuffling from both sides before you feel Chan's strong arms pull you into his lap. His hard length rests against your back as he pulls your thighs to rest on either side of his own. With a hand flat on your back, he gently pushes you forward, a loud groan tearing from his lips at the sight of your bare core clenching around nothing. He runs his tip along your slit before pushing into you, a loud whimper leaving your lips at the stretch.

"I know, baby, I know. Just relax for me, yea?" He groans out, holding back the urge to fuck into your tight heat.

He bottoms out, pulling your back flush against his chest, his length buried inside you as he holds you in place on his lap. Minho walks in front of you, his hard length in his hand, the head an angry red as precum pools at the tip. He lazily pumps his length, sighs leaving his lips as he watches you look up at him with your big doe eyes. He taps his tip along your lips, watching as you slowly part your lips before he inches his cock into your mouth. You run your tongue along the underside of his length, hearing him groan at the feeling as he hits the back of your throat. He pulls his hips back, shallowly thrusting into your mouth before nodding at Chan.

Chan positions you into all fours, pushing you further down Minho's length before he slowly thrusts into your heat. You moan around Minho's length, sending vibrations through him as he fists your hair, bobbing your head faster on his cock.

"God, this is so much better than I imagined. Minho moans out. "Feels so much better than I imagined."

Chan roughly grips your hips, pounding into you as you helplessly moan around Minho, gagging around his length as he hits the back of your throat repeatedly. You feel Minho's cock twitch in your mouth, and you hallow your cheeks, looking up at him with tear-stained cheeks and glassy eyes. He holds you down against him, cumming down your throat with a loud moan before he pulls out of your mouth, a string of saliva connecting his tip to your lips.

Moans tear from your throat, your voice hoarse as Chan speeds up his hips, moans and strings of swear words spilling from his lips as the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room. You cum around Chan's length at the same time he spills into your heat, your walls convulsing around him as your vision goes white.

He stays tucked away inside you for a few minutes before he pulls out, Minho taking his place behind you. Minho quickly stuffs his length into your heat, your breath getting caught in your throat at the feeling. Minho's head lolls off to the side as a low moan falls from his lips at the feeling of your walls wrapped around him.

"We've been thinking about this for so long. Couldn't wait to feel you around us, baby." Chan breathes out.

Minho starts shallowly thrusting into you, a whine tearing from your lips at the overstimulation.

"I know, baby. You're doing so good for us." Minho breathes out, feeling you clench around him at his words. "Does our baby like to be praised?"

You nod in response, watching as Chan steps in front of you. You look up at him with tears welling in your eyes as the pain of overstimulation fades into pleasure.

"Oh, baby." Chan coos, running his thumb across your cheek. "Does it feel good?"

You nod up at him, Minho speeding up his hips as Chan watches your eyes roll back, moans endlessly pouring from your lips.

"Open that pretty little mouth for me, pretty girl." Chan breathes out watching as you open your mouth and stick out your tongue for him.

He runs his tip along your tongue before inching into your mouth, feeling you wrap your lips around him as he grabs a handful of your hair. Minho harshly pulls your hips back to meet his, his thrusts growing stronger as Chan fucks into your mouth.

"There you go, baby. Taking both of us so well." Chan praises, hearing a muffled high-pitched moan tear from your throat around his length.

Chan throws his head back, speeding up his hips as he chases his second high, Minho doing the same as he roughly pounds into your heat. You gag around Chan's length, your jaw aching as he holds your head in place, fucking into your mouth as his length twitches. You swallow around him and hallow your cheeks, feeling him cum down your throat. He pulls out of your mouth watching you gasp for air, moans quickly tearing from your throat as you approach your third high.

"Give us one more, pretty." Minho groans out, his thrusts growing sloppy.

You cum around Minho's length with a scream, your body collapsing forward as Minho holds your hips up, thrusting into you a few more times before he cums inside you.

He slowly pulls out of you, a whimper leaving your lips at the feeling before he pulls you back into his embrace, laying you both down. Chan lays on the other side of you, wrapping his arms around your frame as you lay in between them, gasps leaving your lips as you try and even out your breathing.

"Thank you, baby." Chan whispers, tucking some stray strands of hair behind your ear.

"Welcome." You softly reply, sleep slowly taking over your form.

They both nuzzle closer to you, their heads spinning at the realization that they just fucked their best friend.

"We didn't finish the movie." You mumble half asleep.

"It's ok, baby." Minho shushes, running a hand soothingly through your hair.

"We had more important things to attend to."

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*·°Author's Note°·*

This is officially the last day of my 2022 kinktober <//3

Thank you to anyone who has read, liked, reblogged, and just overall supported me during this event. It truly means the world to me.

I hope you all enjoyed this lil MinChan special to end off this event <33

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Released: October 28th, 2022

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[writingforstraykids]

More than friends - Chp.5

Pairing: Minho x Chan x fem!reader / Minchan x fem!reader

Word Count: 5519

Summary: On your ride home, Chan notices Minho needs some extra attention tonight, and before you know it, you're invited. Chan makes sure Minho and you feel comfortable throughout the process and lets you experience your own dominance once Minho fully submits to the both of you...

Warnings/Tags: smut, bottom!sub!min, top!dom!chan, switch!reader, p in v, oral (f/m receiving), anal, subspace, very subby min (as requested), chan gets called sir/hyung/.., reader gets called baby girl/kitten..., minho gets called bunny/pretty boy,..., fluff, aftercare, cuddles

A/N: I know I said part 4 was the end, but you asked for more, so here we go. A very subby min, as promised. There's literally no plot, have fun guys😂👀

PART FOUR

Skin to skin, breathe me in Feel with your kiss on me Lips are made of ecstasy I'll be yours for a thousand lives For you ~ Liam Payne, Rita Ora

Minho listens to Chan and you chatter on as he tries to stay awake. The last three weeks have been exhausting, and he's glad to be back home with the two of you finally. He watches you interact from the backseat, smiling to himself as he sees how close you've grown. Stifling a yawn, he gently tugs at the sleeves of his sweater and leans back in his chair. 

"Tired, baby?" Chan asks, glancing at him through the rearview mirror. 

"Exhausted," he nods before sighing softly. "No idea if I can sleep, though, I feel too tense." 

"I can help with that," Chan suggests and Minho smirks at him amused. 

"And leave me all on my own?" you pout. A heavy silence settles in the car, and they exchange another glance. "I was joking," you say half-heartedly. 

"What if you..join?" he asks almost too quietly to hear. 

"No, seriously, let Chan take care of you and-." 

"Do you want us to take care of you?" Chan cuts you off, and Minho's throat dries. His eyes filling with need betray him and Chan chuckles to himself. "Judging by that look on your face, you do." 

You turn in your seat to face him and search his blown, hungry eyes. "You're sure?" 

"Mhm," Minho hums, chewing on his lower lip as need spread through his body like wildfire. 

"And you uhm - how is that going to work? I mean, you never…" you trail off, blinking at him. Minho always took control when he's with you so far. 

"Don't act so innocent, you weren't exactly submissive when we had sex," Chan snorts. 

"That's because you were too needy to make me stop bossing you around," you protest softly. 

"Oh, that's a first," Minho snorts, and Chan shoots him a look through the mirror that makes him squirm. 

"What's that supposed to mean?" you ask curiously. 

"He tends to slip when he's all overworked and needy," Minho smirks nevertheless, teasing Chan. "Suddenly forgets he's in control when he's feeling really good." 

"Min," Chan speaks up firmly, and you watch with curiosity how Minho tenses up at the tone, hands clutching his jeans. "Don't make me regret offering you to take care of you." 

"Channie hyung, no, I'm sorry for teasing, I'll be good, I promise," Minho breathes out, eyes widening. He licks his lips and stares at him with pleading, soft brown eyes. Chan's grip around the steering wheel tightens. Oh, he's good. 

"Mhm, you better," he says calmly, but glancing down, you can tell he's getting hard by Minho's pleading look alone. 

"Missed you two so much," Minho says softly. "Missed stuffing you with my cum and licking you clean," he goes on, locking eyes with you. "Missed being good for you and feeling full," he rambles on, looking back at Chan. 

"If you don't shut that pretty filthy mouth of yours right now, I'll make sure it's busy with something else," he growls softly, and you instinctively press your thighs together. Minho sits on his hands to stop himself from allowing some much-needed friction against his dick straining in his pants. 

"Busy with whom?" you ask, and Chan scoffs. 

"That's for me to decide, doll," he says. 

You clench around nothing at the sudden change of dynamics in the car, both Minho and you staring at Chan, longing for something to happen. That's what you've been waiting for, what he hasn't allowed himself in the past week yet. Fully taking control, making Min and you bow to his will. 

It's silent for a moment before Minho speaks up, barely audible. "Can I eat her out later, hyungie?" 

You bite your lower lip hard and glance at Chan excitedly. Chan glances back at you and chuckles softly. "You'd like that, baby girl?" 

"Yes," you nod eagerly. 

"Please, Channie hyung," Minho chimes in from the backseat. "Wanna make our girl feel good." 

Our girl. You might as well pass out. 

"Relax, bunny, of course you can," Chan assures him and stops the car in front of your house. "You start when I tell you to, or else you'll get nothing from me today, and you two can figure it out on your own." 

Minho's eyes widen and he exhales almost shakily. "I'll be good," he whispers, and you wonder if he's afraid of being unable to switch back from his subby state if Chan drops him like that. It sure looks like it. 

You get out of the car, gently adjusting your skirt as you notice you're already soaking your pants in anticipation. Minho steps out of the car, nervously tugging at his sweater to conceal the very prominent bulge in his pants. Chan gets Minho's suitcase, fumbling for his keys and urging the two of you toward the house with a gentle wave. Minho's hand slips into yours as you wait for Chan to unlock the door, and he exchanges an excited look with you. Chan pulls the door closed behind the three of you and raises his eyebrows as Minho drops to his knees the moment he does. He wraps his arms around your legs and buries his face in your stomach with a soft sound. Chan doesn't seem that fazed anymore and reaches out for him, soothingly patting his head. "So eager to please, bunny?" 

Minho makes a muffled sound against the fabric of your shirt and nods before lifting your skirt and burying his face in your core, only parted by your panties. You gasp as his nose presses against your clit and exchange a nervous glance with Chan. A needy groan escapes his throat as the soaked fabric meets his skin, your scent taking over. "Hyungie, fuck," he whines, and Chan chuckles, running his hands through his hair before gripping it and pulling him back. 

"Did I say you could start?" he asks firmly. 

"S-sorry," Minho stutters, lower lip trembling. "Just wanna make her feel good," he pouts, glancing up at him through his lashes. Minho on his knees, explaining himself to Chan, is a heavenly sight, really. 

"Please, Channie," you say softly, pressing your legs together at the missing touch. 

Chan's eyes meet yours, and you swallow at the dark lust clouding his eyes. "Don't be ridiculous, baby girl, you came three times before we left to pick him up. You can't be that needy." 

"You'd be surprised," Minho laughs weakly, fondling your thigh. "That girl's a needy little s-." 

Chan grabs his chin and gives him a stern look. "You're not the one to judge here," he points out his current position on the floor. "Now behave, you two. Min, you stay dressed. Y/N, take off your clothes, living room," he instructs the two of you, and Minho scrambles to his feet. 

Chan gently kisses your temple to reassure you before sending you off. Minho looks at him fondly and chews on his lower lip. "Kiss?" he asks so sweetly, Chan can't deny him. Minho hums as their lips meet, and his whole body visibly relaxes. 

"You know your safeword, I'll be there the whole time," Chan says and takes his hand. 

"I'm so tired already, I might slip," Minho whispers. He doesn't mind falling into subspace; he knows Chan takes care of him and ensures he's comfortable and safe. A warning is never too much, though. 

"I'm here. I got you," he nods and squeezes his hand. "You know our signals; I know when you are." 

"Okay," Minho nods sweetly and pulls him with him to the living room. "You're okay with this?" he checks in with you, eyes glistening as you discard your shirt to the floor. 

"I am," you assure him. "I know my safeword and stuff. I trust you guys, and I trust Channie to keep an eye on us." 

Minho smiles and steals a kiss. "That's good," he nods. 

Chan kisses you next, caressing your cheek. "I got you, baby girl." 

Minho wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you with him to the sofa. He sits down with you in his lap and softly kisses you, nudging your noses together. "Gonna make you feel so good, honey." 

You allow yourself that little moment of reassurance and watch Chan as he prepares your favorite pillow for your head. You're only wearing your underwear now, and a shiver runs down your spine as Chan opens your bra, kissing the back of your neck as he pulls it off your body. A soft groan escapes Minho at the sight of your breasts, nipples hardening at the sudden change of temperature. Chan cups your breasts and kneads them, making you moan out his name. He kisses your shoulder softly and exchanges a fond look with Minho. "Such a beautiful girl. Y/nnie and I are going to take good care of your needs, bunny," he promises him, and Minho beams at him so full of love it makes his stomach flutter. Chan soothingly fondles down your sides, coming to a halt on your hips. "Get on your back for Minnie, okay?" 

You nod compliantly and get comfortable. The sight of your boyfriends admiring your body makes you squirm a little. Their eyes seem to be undressing you even though you're only wearing panties by now. Minho glances at Chan obediently, sitting on his knees between your legs. "Hyungie, can I start?" he asks gently. 

Chan gets comfortable in an armchair opposite you and nods. "You can start, baby." He watches as Minho pulls down your panties and marvels at the form of your naked body. "Open your gorgeous legs for Min," he tells you, smiling as you do without hesitating. 

Minho doesn't waste a second, getting comfortable between your legs and burying his face in your soaking core with a sweet groan. "Mhm fuck missed you so much," he tells you and licks up between your folds agonizingly slow. 

You hum softly at the motion and smile down at him. "Me or my pussy?" 

Chan snorts, and Minho shoots you a playful glare. "Both, obviously," he clarifies, rubbing up your thighs and spreading your folds with his fingers, watching as you clench around nothing. He hums to himself before burying himself in your wet core, dragging his tongue across your tensing hole. His nose pushes against your clit as he does, and you shudder above him. Fuck, he missed that. "Sweet girl," he marvels, tongue traveling all over your soaking pussy to lap up your juices. "So fucking wet for us." 

"Can I touch him?" you ask, glancing at Chan and almost choking on your breath. Chan's sitting on the armchair, legs spread wide, and strokes his dick, still fully dressed besides that. 

"Sure," Chan hums gently before his eyes travel back to Minho buried between your legs. 

You glance down as well, biting your lip hard as Minho looks up at you through his long lashes, moaning sinfully at the taste of you. You reach out for him, running your hand through his hair, and he hums pleased, eyes fluttering close a little. Minho pushes his tongue inside, thumb lovingly caressing your clit. He moans, vibrations shooting up your body at it. "Shit, Min, feels so good," you moan blissfully and tug at his hair. 

Minho whimpers against you, and glancing down, you notice him more or less subtly rutting against the sofa. 

"Min," Chan moans out, and Minho pulls away from you, making you whine at the sudden loss. "Stop fucking the sofa, I told you we'd take care of you." Minho doesn't even protest, even though his dick hurts as he watches Chan. You follow his eyes, swallowing softly. Chan's curls frame his face beautifully, lips parted with soft pants as he strokes himself. "Go on," he breathes out. 

"Please don't cum yet," Minho says quietly, and Chan frowns at him. "Want to suck you off when I'm done with her." 

"No need, this is enough," he says, gesturing at the two of you. 

Minho's body trembles, and tears brim his eyes, making you gulp softly. "Hyungie, please," he pouts sincerely, and you gently take his hand, soothingly fondling it. Your heart hurts at how desperate he looks, and you begin to understand why Chan is so damn protective of him. If that's the side he sees of Minho when they get intimate and vulnerable, it's no surprise he'd keep him safely stored in his pocket if he could. "Wanna make you two feel good before you take care of me, please." 

Chan searches his eyes observantly before nodding. "Okay, Minnie baby," he says, eyes growing incredibly soft. "Now, take good care of Y/nnie." 

"I will," he nods eagerly, a beautiful smile covering his face. He squeezes your hand tenderly before burying himself back between your legs, sucking at your clit.

You gush against him with a loud moan, hand shooting back into his hair and pressing him close. "Fuck," you whisper, hips bucking up against him. "Ch-Channie," you press out, stomach tightening at Minho's skillful little licks and touches. Chan hums in response, only lazily stroking himself now. "M'so close." 

"You like it that much?" he asks, and you whine in response. "Hear that, Minnie, she can't answer properly with your mouth on her." Minho almost purrs at that, squeezing your thighs. "Go on then, beautiful, make a mess of our pretty boy." 

The sinful moan against your clit that leaves Minho's lips at that is enough to push you over the edge. You moan out his name loudly, body spasming beneath him. Your eyes roll back as Minho collects all your juices, not stopping even as you whimper from overstimulation. "Fuck, Min, stop," you beg, trying to squirm away, but he keeps you in place. "Min-ohh," you squeeze your eyes shut as he sucks on your clit so eagerly it makes you cum again. You pull at his hair and shake at another intense orgasm. "Channie," you plead as Minho keeps going on, too pussy drunk to stop. 

Chan tucks himself back in and steps next to you, grabbing Minho by his hair and pulling him back. Minho leans into the firm grip, lips parting with a breathy moan. His face is a mess, and so is his hair, and he smiles at you lazily. "Easy there, bunny, not so eager." 

"Sorry," he apologizes softly to you and fondles your thighs. "Love you, kitten." 

"Love you too, honey," you assure him softly. 

"Mhm, look at the mess you made," Chan hums gently, wiping his thumb across Minho's glistening lips and licking it clean with a soft sound. 

Minho moves onto the floor, reaching up to unbutton Chan's jeans before hesitating. He glances up at him with pleading eyes. "Can I suck you off now, hyung?" 

Chan chuckles softly and unbuttons his pants for him, pulling them down to his knees with his boxers and sitting down at the end of the sofa. "Come here, baby," he nods, and Minho does, resting his chin on his knees. Chan reaches out for you, soothingly rubbing your thigh as you're still coming down from your high. He smiles gently as Minho eagerly leans forward as soon as Chan makes room for him, spreading his legs. He licks up his shaft, hand stroking him experimentally. Chan groans softly as Minho wraps his lips around him and sinks down deeper. He tenses as he hits Minho's throat, and he gags around him, tears shooting to his eyes. Chan pulls him back and leans down, cupping his face. "Stop rushing, baby; we have all the time you need, okay?" he asks soothingly, kissing his forehead, nose, and lips. Minho kisses back with a soft moan, gripping the fabric of Chan's pulled-down jeans. Chan lovingly runs his hand through his hair, soothing him for a moment before guiding him back down. Minho takes his time now, relaxing his jaw as he goes on, moaning at the taste of Chan on his tongue. 

You sit up shakily after a few moments and lovingly kiss down Chan's neck, who throws his head back against the sofa to give you more room. Your hand roams his stomach before covering Chan's, buried in Minho's hair, and intertwining your fingers. Chan gasps as you bite down below his ear, nipping at his skin and guiding Minho's head with him. "Minnie, look how good you're making Channie hyung feel," you tell him, and Minho glances up, fingers gently massaging his balls. 

Chan's jaw grows slack, plump lips falling open with a beautiful moan. His eyes flutter close as Minho takes him in deeper, moaning around him. His hand sinks down to his neck, keeping him in place as he thrusts into his mouth. "So good, bunny," Chan presses out. "Doing so well for me, fuck," he pants, pushing himself further down Minho's throat. Chan turns his head, chasing your lips, and you let him kissing him passionately. He moans into your mouth, eyebrows furrowing in pleasure as he gets close. "Min, baby, fuck," he barely gets out before shoving Minho down his dick roughly, releasing down his throat with a guttural groan. 

Minho pulls back with a fucked out look on his face once Chan loosens his hold on him and licks his lips in anticipation. Chan catches his breath and cups his face with one hand, gently wiping the spit off his chin with his thumb. "Good?" Minho asks sweetly. 

Chan smiles fondly, tucking himself back in. "You've been very good." 

Minho glances at you expectantly, and you can't fight the smile covering your lips. "So good," you agree and lovingly ruffle his hair. Minho hums, pleased with himself. 

"Now, bunny, I'll prepare you so I can make you feel all good and full as you wanted," Chan explains, still caressing his cheek. "Once you're ready, Y/nnie will help me out, okay?" 

"Okay," Minho nods quickly. 

"Y/N?" Chan checks in, and all you can do is nod. "Speak up." 

"Yes, sir," you stammer, not quite sure where the hell that comes from, but Chan doesn't seem to mind, poking your cheek. You let him guide you into your previous position and watch them curiously as he pulls Minho to his feet. Chan helps him undress, kissing him firmly as he does. Minho lets him, chasing his lips with soft whines. Chan lets Minho undress him beside his boxers and kisses him one last time before whispering something to him you can't hear. You watch Minho cautiously as he comes over and laugh, surprised as he climbs on top of you, cuddling you close. "Hey there," you smile as he nuzzles his face in your neck. The simple act of feeling his weight on top of you, his golden skin pressing against yours, makes you feel so safe and grounded it's ridiculous. 

"Missed you," Minho whispers against your skin. 

"I missed you too, darling," you tell him and watch Chan getting comfortable on the sofa behind Minho, gently pushing your legs apart to scoot closer. 

Chan fondles Minho's back for a moment before grabbing his hips and pulling him onto his knees. "Ready?" he asks, and Minho hums, agreeing, burying himself deeper into your neck as his bum is on full display for Chan. Chan locks eyes with you and smirks. "Our dear boy felt a little embarrassed because of the sounds he makes when I stretch him out," Chan explains, and a smile creeps on your face. "I thought cuddling you might help." 

"Aw, really, Minnie?" you ask softly, and Minho nods, squirming a little in your arms. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about, love," you soothe him as Chan spreads his cheeks with his fingers. "Let us hear how good you feel; I bet you sound incredibly sweet." 

"I'm not sweet," he mutters playfully offended, grip on your hip tightening in surprise as Chan licks up between his cheeks. A soft whine falls from his lips, proving your point. 

Minho's face grows hot against your skin as Chan eats him out skillfully, hands kneading his thighs and bum. His warm breath tickles your skin, and his hand gropes your hips and thighs, trying to steady himself. Beautiful tiny moans, whimpers, and whines, growing in volume and pitch, now fall freely from his lips. He's pushing back to meet Chan's tongue and grows desperate in his movements. Chan eases two fingers inside and brushes them against his prostate. Minho collapses on you with a broken moan and starts fucking himself on Chan's fingers, dragging his dick through your folds and against your clit as he does. "Hyungie," he whines, and you fondle his hair, eyes fluttering with every drag of his hips. You kiss his head and moan softly as he starts intentionally grinding down against you. “God, Y/N.” 

Chan lets him for now, kissing up his back, and soon has four fingers buried deep inside. He can tell Minho is getting close by how his body arches into his touch and his moans grow higher pitched. He suddenly pulls out, and Minho cries out his name in utter despair. "Shh, bunny, you can't cum yet, okay?" 

"Why?" he asks, sounding heartbroken. 

Chan gently rubs his sides and smiles down at him fondly. "Because you wanted to stuff our pretty girl with your cum, didn't you?" Minho moans weakly and nods face still buried in your neck. "Good, now switch positions with Y/N." 

Minho falls into the cushions heavily, staring up at the two of you with his tired, soft brown eyes. He looks adorably handsome like this, and you can't stop the moan tumbling from your lips as Chan pulls you flush against his body. "Fuck, Channie hyung, you're gonna…," he trails off as Chan runs his fingers down your folds, collecting your juices, and pushes in. You melt against him with a loud moan, reaching back and tangling your hand in his hair to steady yourself. 

"Patience," he tells Minho and locks eyes with him as he opens you up, thumb caressing your clit. "Such a good girl," he praises you as he soon eases in a third finger, stretching you out perfectly. You whine softly and roll your hips, meeting his fingers needily. 

Minho moans at the sight of you and casually spreads his legs, slowly picking up on Chan's delicious idea. 

Chan kisses his way down your neck, making you whimper his name. "Get a pillow, Minho baby." Minho reaches out for one and lifts his hips, shoving it beneath him. "Good boy," he praises him, and Minho bites his lower lip hard. He pulls his fingers from you and pats your hip, deciding you're ready. "I'll go get the lube, you two behave."

"Yes, sir," you say compliantly. 

"Min," Chan says firmly, and Minho's head snaps from your dripping pussy up to his face. 

"Yes, hyungie, of course," he promises quickly. 

A few minutes later, you're straddling Minho's lap. His fingers sink into the flesh of your hips as he's buried fully inside you, lips parting with a soft gasp at your tight heat. His face contorts with pleasure, eyebrows knitted together, and eyes squeezed shut. Chan plants a soft kiss on your shoulder, groaning as he eases himself inside of Minho. A mutual moan escapes them as he's buried deep inside. Chan inhales softly, glancing down at him. "Min?" 

"Mhm?" Minho hums, eyes still squeezed shut as he gets used to the feeling of Chan's dick stretching his hole and you clenching around him at the same time. 

"You're good?" he asks, at the same time fondling your hip. 

"Yeah," Minho nods breathlessly, cheeks flushing red. "Need a moment," he chuckles. 

You bite your lower lip with anticipation as you watch him adjust to the overwhelming feeling. It's enough for you already to have him that deep inside without him moving and Chan right behind you. You can't imagine how good Minho must be feeling now. 

"That's alright, you're in charge," he assures, soothingly fondling his thigh, making his boyfriend hum. 

Minho slowly opens his eyes and takes a few deep breaths. Chan has repeatedly told him that he was in charge whenever he fully submitted to him. Chan wouldn't do anything that pushed him over his limits; he'd never hurt him on purpose, and he'd stop at any time without getting mad. This has created a net of safety and comfort for Minho early on, allowing him to submit that easily in the first place. He meets Chan's sweet chocolate orbs and feels a warm wave of safety crashing over him, numbing his senses. Then he meets your feverish soft eyes and feels so fond of you his heart might burst. "Okay," he breathes out. 

"Baby girl?" he asks softly, and you hum in response. "You can start moving slowly." 

"Thank you," you breathe out, relieved, and lift your hips before sinking back down on him. Minho beneath you sighs and fondles up your thighs shakily. You moan sweetly at the very needed friction and brace yourself on Minho's chest. 

Chan lets you find your rhythm for a bit before gently rubbing Minho's thigh. "Tell me if it's too much," he says, and Minho nods, whimpering with pure need as Chan braces himself on the sofa and pulls back, only to thrust back into him slowly. He matches your pace, pulling out whenever you sink down on Minho and pushing back inside when you lift your hips. "That's okay?" 

"Very okay," Minho breathes out, eyes fluttering. "Feels good," he adds after a moment, a soft whimper lacing his voice. 

Chan taps your hips, signaling you to speed up a little, and once again adjusts to your rhythm. "How's the view, bunny?" he asks, lovingly cupping your breast.

Minho chokes on his next moan and grips your thighs tightly. "So pretty, Y/nnie," he tells you. "Wanted to fuck you so bad, missed that gorgeous - god fuck - pussy so bad," he rambles, making you shiver at the raw lust coating his orbs. 

You moan softly and meet his hips. "Yeah? You've only had it for such a short time but can't get enough of it, do ya?" 

Chan eyes you curiously as you seem to switch a little, growing more dominant with Minho. His boyfriend stares at you with wide eyes, seemingly incredibly turned on by you doing so. 

"What did you miss more? That pussy or your hyung's dick stuffing you until you're dumb?" you ask, and Minho swallows softly, wincing as you grab his chin. 

"Don't make me choose," he pleads softly, and Chan didn't think he'd see him do that with anyone else but him. 

"What if you had to?" you ask, enjoying this little game. 

Minho's eyes dart back and forth between you and Chan, growing confused, and suddenly, he looks almost anxious. "I don't know," he whimpers, eyes brimming with tears. "I don't wanna choose just one, wanna have you both." 

"Fucks sake," Chan groans deliciously, burying his face in your shoulder as his hips buck forward. 

You smile fondly and brush back his hair. "That's why you're such a good baby boy," you praise him, and Minho whimpers in response, lower lip trembling. 

"Yeah?" he asks timidly. 

"Yes, gorgeous," you smile at him and pat his chest. "Such a good baby." 

Chan rubs his thigh and flashes him a smile. "You're doing so well, such a good little bunny for us," he tells him. 

Minho seems to melt beneath you, blushing heavily at your combined praises. He throws his head back as the two of you pick up pace once more. His jaw grows slack as you seem to punch out whiny, shaky moans from him. He doesn't hold back anymore, falling apart with every roll of your hips, with every thrust Chan delivers. Minho feels heavenly, and the combined pleasure is almost a little too much. He feels himself starting to slip away and reaches out for Chan with one hand weakly. "Channie, hyungie," he whispers. 

Chan intertwines their hands and searches his face observantly. "I'm here, you can let go," he assures him, and Minho moans sweetly. 

Minho's face relaxes, a lazy smile spreading across his lips and his head slowly drops to the side. His hand relaxes in Chan's but stays there, his other drops from your thigh onto the sofa. 

"What's happening?" you ask quietly, stopping your movement and frowning when Minho whimpers in protest. 

"Keep going, baby girl," Chan tells you, soothingly fondling Minho's hand. "Subspace. Happens sometimes." 

"Oh," you nod gently and pick up your previous pace, bouncing on him. 

"I'll know when something's wrong, but practically all he wants is for you to keep using him the way you did before," he tells you between pants before speaking up again. "Min, you're okay?" he asks, and Minho needs a moment before reacting to his voice and squeezing his hand. 

Minho feels like he's floating, heart bursting with joy to be used by Chan and you. His needy moans turn into tiny, weak whimpers, and Chan's hand feels heavy in his. He can hear your voices through a heavy fog, feeling safe as you two talk to him. 

Your stomach tightens at the sight of Minho being so fucked out he can't respond besides squeezing Chan's hand. "I'm so close," you tell Chan. 

"Cum whenever you're ready, beautiful," Chan encourages you, chasing his own high. 

You desperately roll your hips and reach down, toying with your clit to give yourself that last push. Chan gently encourages you, guiding you through it as you cum with a loud groan of their names. Minho beneath you whines as you clench around him repeatedly, shaking on top of him. "Fuck, Chan," you whisper once you start to get overstimulated, and Minho's eyes fill with tears. 

"Kiss his neck for me, baby girl, let's help him out," he says soothingly. 

You lie down on Minho, still keeping him inside, and gently litter his skin with kisses that have him humming appreciatively. The force of Chan's thrusts and Minho's weak attempts to push back make you bounce on his dick, moaning against his neck. Chan behind you grows quiet, his once-controlled pace gets messy, and you can tell he's close. "Come on, Channie hyung," you moan out softly. "Let go." 

Chan spills into Minho with a long, loud groan, slamming his hips inside of him roughly. "Fuck, yeah," he growls, and Minho suddenly tenses up, tears slipping from his eyes as his face scrunches up in pleasure. 

A loud sob ripples through him, and you can feel him coating your walls. Continuous weak little moans leave him as you two help him through it, and he can do nothing but enjoy the pleasure coursing through his body. 

Chan pulls out very carefully, and Minho whimpers at the loss. He lifts you off his dick, and that's when Minho reacts.

"Hyung, no, please," he cries, grabbing your arm. "Don't go." 

Chan soothingly rubs his side. "We're here, baby, you're okay."

You get comfortable on his left and Chan on his right. You both cuddle him close, soothingly fondling his hair and body, whispering sweet nothings to him. "You're so pretty, darling," you whisper. 

"You did such a good job, Minho baby," Chan adds, and Minho closes his eyes, cuddling into the two of you. Chan seems to know exactly how to coax him back out, and you do your best to support him. Once he's sure Minho's alright, he exchanges a glance with you. "We should go and clean up," he says, and you nod tiredly. 

Chan prepares the bathtub for the three of you and carries you there first, helping you into the warm water. He kisses your forehead and smiles fondly. "I'll go get Min." 

"Okay," you smile softly. 

He gently lowers Minho into the water with you before getting in himself. He pulls Minho into his lap, who cuddles up against him tiredly. You cuddle into Chan’s left side, resting your head on his chest next to Minho’s. Minho’s hand finds yours in the warm water, easing your bodies. For a while, you all simply relax in silence before Chan and you help Minho washing his hair and body for him. Chan then does the same for you, and you’re ready to sleep once he’s done. You’re amazed at how quickly Chan has the two of you in bed, comfortably dressed and hair dried. Minho clings to you as Chan leaves you to finish up himself, and you lazily fondle his hair.

Chan smiles softly at the sight of you two, all cuddled up and waiting for him. His curls are still damp from rushing a little to take care of you as soon as possible. As soon as he climbs into bed, the two of you are clinging to him, having him chuckle, and his heart swell with pride. He kisses both your heads and whispers to you how much he loves you, telling you to sleep. Neither Min nor you need a second invitation, dozing off quickly, trusting Chan to keep you safe in your sleep.

PART FOUR

MASTERLISTS | PROMPT LIST | GUIDELINES

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[foenixs]

i saw your skz as camboys and saw that you write for verivery too!! god bless you

would you mind writing vrvr as camboy headcanons 🥺 tysm ✨

Verivery as Camboys

note: i love these kinds of imagines, just boys being horny hoes

includes- sub!verivery, non idol!au, camboy!au, oral sex, choking, masturbation, selffuck, sex toys (cockring, dildo, gag, etc.), roleplay

if you like my fics please reblog them with a nice comment or tag

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Dongheon

not at all the type of guy you’d expect to see on a raunchy website, which is exactly what makes him so popular

he gets hundreds of tips for simple things like choking himself while he masturbates or sucking on two fingers (he knows he doesn’t need to do much to rile people up and he uses that to his advantage)

lets his camgirl girlfriend sit on his face for hours as she reads their sexts to the audience

never does anything too kinky (has clear boundaries), but isn’t afraid of surprising his viewers with sth new

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Hoyoung

bites his lip a lot and stares directly into the camera (can entrance you with his gaze)

gets off on the viewer count (the more the merrier), likes to imagine that someone he knows irl is secretly watching his streams

rides his own dick to brag about how big he is and has the viewers drooling to get a taste

writes his donators names on his body with red lipstick

can go for multiple rounds and won’t stop until his whole body is covered in his cum

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Minchan

loves to get spoiled by his viewers, always showing off the new toys and accessories he got sent

wears a crown to honour his title of “the slutty prince”

he’s very expensive and only starts stripping when he’s reached a certain amount of donations (his motto is “sit still, look pretty” and it works surprisingly well)

has a pretty pink cock ring nestled at his base that keeps him going for hours, only letting himself cum when the amount of money is worth getting himself dirty for

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Gyhyeon

ties his hands together and fucks himself onto a dildo while he’s on his knees, legs spread (loves to be restrained, forced to get himself off in a specific way)

his loyal tippers gift him bigger toys to see just how far he can stretch himself open (uses a pump-up dildo to test his limits)

has a thing for tentacle shaped dildos (who needs the real thing when you can have a green monster cock shoved up your ass)

makes the prettiest faces (can cry on demand) and angles his cock so that he cums over his precious features and in his mouth

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Yeonho

sexy mukbang, starts out by eating his dinner suggestively and ends up with a dildo down his throat (sometimes he eats so much that his stomach is bloating, loving the feeling of how much tighter his ass would be around his fingers)

uses gags a lot and loves to have both of his holes stuffed at the same time

loves to do roleplay and pet play and has a closet full of costumes (married to his cat ears)

is very loud and lets meows and growls slip as he’s humping the table he just ate on (not afraid to drink his own cum for desert)

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Yongseung

loves to pull a show and give his audience a virtual lap dance (slowly stripping naked as he sways his hips in front of the camera)

roams his body with his hands, smearing oil all over himself, until he is glistening in the dim light (has one of those lamps that can change colour)

shows off his hole and teases his rim as if it were his most prized possession (it is)

is very bendy and loves to try out new positions (has a list of positions that you can demand for a specific prize)

his recording room is decorated with nude pictures of himself (which are probably more compromising than his actual streams)

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taglist: @edolieeh , @weishinsofficialhypeman , @subbyboyhaven

[hardskz]

ao3 smut recs masterlist.

♡ aka the mega masterlist since i often get asked for new ao3 skz smut

♡ all of the fics listed below are member x member

♡ for member x reader recs found on tumblr, check this tag

♡ last updated: 02 may

WOOJIN X CHAN

[ i am: not small series by diamondwings ] 4 parts, part 2 and 3 include minho, they read smut about themselves

[ coral knuckles universe series by suheafoams ] 3 parts, student president!chan x bad boy!woojin

WOOJIN X JISUNG

[ itch by iris_duncan_72 ] they fuck in the laundry room

WOOJIN X FELIX

[ need a hand? by bg97 ] hand kink, size kink

CHAN X MINHO

[ minchan gay in college series by megaotaku98 ] two parts, fwb to lovers au, plot with porn

[ oh captain, my captain by megaotaku98 ] chan has a captain kink

[ 영어 by megaotaku98 ] minho talks dirty but in english

[ how to mix business with pleasure by megaotaku98] office au

[ red ranger by blucifer ] hybrid au

[ man-eater by whiskerprince ] minho is a master at dirty talk

[ be my angel, asshole by cheapdreams ] demon!chan x angel!minho

CHAN X CHANGBIN

[ bored by pretty_ish ] phone sex

 [ i bloom (just for you) by seochangbin ] tattoo artist!changbin, exhibitionism

[ the hardest button to button by changbinglish ] chan gets off to changbin’s moans in the studio and changbin finds out

[ full circle by gooeyhuey ] chan has a video of changbin sucking him off that he doesn’t remember recording

CHAN X HYUNJIN

[ shouldn’t couldn’t wouldn’t by seochangbin ] a/b/o verse, alpha!chan, omega!hyunjin

CHAN X JISUNG

[ need your attention by astarrymystery ] camboy!jisung, idolverse

[ you can trust me by astarrymystery ] chan is ridiculously sensitive to touch

CHAN X FELIX 

[ aphrodisiac to the ears by spriingflower ] chan riles up felix who’s trying to study

[ the long nights by sofarsoperfect ] camboy!au, porn with plot

[ little secrets by whiskerprince ] they get on with it while woojin is around

[ all i’m thinking about by gift ] college au, sexual tension

[ a thousand eyes are watching by babychannie ] felix gives chan a handjob at the isac games 

[ pretty boy fantasy by minbins ] felix in a skirt and gets fucked bent over a desk

CHAN X SEUNGMIN 

[ come on by bg97 ] dom!seungmin x sub!chan, bondage

[ puppy love by changbinnie ] sub!chan, petplay

MINHO X CHANGBIN

[ competition by str4y ] both are subs

[ motivation by dominho ] tutor!minho, enemies to lovers-ish

[ steps in alleviating boredom by gooeyhuey ] blowjobs, rimming

NEW! [ intoxicated by the lie by dominho ] superpowers au, degradation, exhibitionism

MINHO X HYUNJIN

[ adiaphora by dominho ] broke college student!hyunjin tests out sex toys that engineer!minho has designed

[ slowly dying out without your touch by fairyhwangs ] virgin!minho

[ starting with the basics by polyskz ] incubus!hyunjin

MINHO X JISUNG

NEW! [ a step by step guide to losing your innocence series by minbins ] 5 parts, corruption kink

[ speak easy series by bassbot ] 4 parts

[ hands on you, hands with you by prettymins ] exhibitionism, movie night

[ thighs by str4y ] minho has a thing for jisung’s thighs

[ examination by sephsung ] patient!minho sees doctor!jisung for a prostate examination

MINHO X SEUNGMIN

[ competition series by bg97 ] enemies to lovers au, debate au

CHANGBIN X JISUNG 

[ long nights by impishhaechan ] foot jobs in the studio

[ in the studio by bigboyparty ] foot jobs in the studio

NEW! [ surrender series by stray_lilly ] 3 parts, handjobs, blowjobs, jisung shags with a guy for the first time

CHANGBIN X HYUNJIN 

[ falling for you by seochangbin ] first time

[ i’ll buy you anything by camboy_hynjin ] camboy!hyunjin

[ feel better? by 0mile ] changbin offrs hyunin a massage

NEW! [ no strings attached series by 0mile ] 3 parts, fwb au

[ dial one for love by 0mile ] porn with plot, textfic

NEW! [ sucker by cryptomnesia ] mutual masturbation, hyunjin sucks himself off

NEW! [ food for thought by gooeyhuey ] mindreading, sexual fantasy, they don’t actually shag

CHANGBIN X FELIX

[ dirty thoughts by changkanta & orphan_account ] felix scrolls through changbin’s search history, bdsm

[ stars in all the right places by withinsin ] handcuffs, pwp

[ bad boy bad boy (what’cha gonna do?) by cheapdreams ] bad boy!changbin, tutor!felix, dom!felix

CHANGBIN X SEUNGMIN

[ unsuspecting by straycty ] neighbor au, chan and seungmin are brothers, changbin fell for other brother first

[ page turner by blucifer ] seungmin wants attention, changbin wants to read. they compromise

[ everything i need (between those thighs) by changbinnie ] dom!seungmin

[ muscles and babes by bimeetsstigma ] porn with plot, fake dating, rich kid!seungmin, tattoo artist!changbin

HYUNJIN X FELIX

[ experimental equations by straycty ] 2 parts, masturbation in the shower is one of them

[ dancing with the devil by seochangbin ] corruption kink-ish, hyunjin is the one being corrupted 

HYUNJIN X JISUNG 

[ 100m by orphan_account ] they fuck in a classroom

[ open wide by gift ] a/b/o verse

HYUNJIN X SEUNGMIN

[ love and lip rings by seungjinish ] hyunjin has a lip ring

[ shameless by seungjinish ] seungmin has a vibrator on in public

NEW! [ a long night by anonymous ] dom!seungmin, pwp

JISUNG X SEUNGMIN

[ i hate you kim seungmin by 830am ] hate-ish sex

JISUNG X FELIX

NEW! [ quarantine induced neediness by sungshaze ] sexually frustrtated dom!jisung, toys, roommate au

MISC.

[ crash & burn by minbins ] hyunjin x got7 gangbang

[ just do it by bg97 ] changbin masturbates using gyu

[ guest star by bg97 ] sub!chan x daniel x jihyo threesome

[ rated r series by yinghuochong ] 9 parts, part 1 is jisung x minho, part 2 is chan x minho, the rest is hyunjin x minho

[ try hard by cheapdreams ] hybrid au, sub!chan x brat!minho x dom!woojin

[ delicate by polyskz ] 3racha, jisung wearing a skirt

[ (your touch is) like a dream by polyskz ] sub!bad boy!hyunjin x sub!jisung x dom!student council president!seungmin

NEW! [ you know what else is big? by snowy_coffee ] chan x bm (kard), a lot of humor, sub!chan, honestly just read it this is a literal blast

[glossychan]

Corruption by woominchans

Summary: “I literally turned your life upside down.”

“I think that’s what my life was waiting for.”

____

The Cop!Chan/Criminal!Minho AU that the world needs.

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warnings: Graphic Descriptions of Violence

Category: M/M

Relationships: Minho & Chan, Jisung & Changbin, Hyunjin & Seungmin

Main Tags: Cop Chan, Killer/Criminal Minho, Sugar baby Minho, Sub Chan, Dom Minho, Powerbottom Minho, Knife kink, Corruption

Status: Ongoing (as of 12/27/2019) 5/?

Readers Opinion: mmm the smut is so GOOD! woominchans is one of my favorite writers and they just do such a good job. dom minho is my favorite thing to read, and minchan is just- MUAH. perfection. i really hope they finish it.

[writingforstraykids]

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👀🖤

Part of the 💌 event. More here

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

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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[writingforstraykids]

Addicted to you - Chp.6

Pairing: Minchan (mention of ot8)

Word Count: 5015

Summary: Minho misinterprets a message of Chan and climbs his balcony despite his fear worried for him. Chan finally opens up to him about what's been worrying him. Another fight during dance practice makes Chan realize how much he's hurting Minho and he has his own way to fix things.

Warnings/Tags: angst (!), acrophobia, panic attack, lots of tears, fluff, smut, dom!chan, sub!minho, rough!chan

A/N: This one starts out a little dark but I promise it's not as bad as it seems at first😅 ~ Moon🌙

Chp. 5 | Chp. 7

Did something tear a hole, leave you in a wasteland? Did you feel it in your bones, like life slipped right through your hands? I won't let you down, I won't let you down I'll carry you I'll Carry You - Tommee Profitt, Stephen Stanley

Minho groaned softly and turned to his side, glancing at his phone to check the time. He was still unable to sleep due to his argument with Chan, and it started to piss him off. Should he go and check on him again? Apologize for saying he could deal with that shit on his own? He sighed and rolled his eyes at himself. That would only end in the same mess as before. 

A message popped up, and Minho frowned softly, seeing it was Chan. "What the hell does he want now?" he wondered, given the time. Minho turned on his back, sighing, and opened the message. "What?" he asked, seeing the very long text message. 

My dear Min, 

When you get this, I already did something you'll probably hate me for. I can't blame you because I'd feel the same way. I wish I didn't have to do this to all of you, leaving like that, but I see no other way anymore and… 

…

Nevertheless, I will always love you and am so proud of you. I know you'll do great and take great care of our kids. I hope you can forgive me one day.

In love until we meet again, Channie. 

Minho skipped from the beginning to the end, shooting up from his bed and throwing his phone aside. He rushed out of his room blindly running down the hallway until he reached Chan's room and loudly knocked. He didn't get an answer, and he knocked again, louder this time. "Chan, I swear I'll kick your ass if you don't let me in right now!" he snapped. Still, no answer. "Fuck, what do I do?" he asked himself, getting panicked. Without thinking much, he opened the door to Felix's room and woke the younger one up. 

"Min?" he asked sleepily and sat up, seeing how upset he looked. "What's wrong?" 

"Chan" was all he got out, and he felt tears burning in his eyes. 

"What did he do?" Felix asked worriedly and got up. 

"I think he's about to do something really stupid, but he won't let me inside to stop him," Minho whispered, and Felix's eyes widened as Minho told him about the message. Minho stepped onto Felix's balcony and saw that Chan's wasn't that far away. "I might know a way to reach him." 

"Minho, you're afraid of heights; you can't possibly think-." 

"Shut it, please," he told him, knowing he'd panic if Felix would continue. "Promise me not to tell anyone about this, I swear I'll be back with you as soon as I can." 

"Okay, knock twice if you need help, once if everything's okay," Felix told him and hugged him close. "Deep breaths, Minho." 

"What the fuck is going on?" Changbin suddenly appeared behind them with Jisung next to him. 

"Not now, guys," Minho told them sharply and took a deep breath. 

"Something's wrong with Chan," Felix simply said. 

"He has a door?" Jisung frowned. 

"No shit, smartass," Minho groaned. 

"He doesn't open," Felix explained. 

Minho needed a long moment to convince himself before climbing over the balustrade and standing at the edge of the balcony. His fear of heights kicked in full force, and he gripped the balustrade tightly. "Don't look down, don't look down," he told himself, reaching over to Chan's balcony with one hand. 

"Fuck, I can't watch that shit tell me when he's over there," Jisung said and stepped back into Felix's room. 

Once he got a grip on it, he carefully moved one leg over there and pulled himself onto the edge of Chan's balcony. Minho whimpered softly and barely found the strength in himself to hold on. "Channie hyung, please," he begged, a few tears running down his cheeks as he gasped for air. 

"Lix, baby?" Changbin asked softly. 

"I don't know, Binnie," he shook his head, his heart racing as Chan finally opened the door to his balcony.

“Minho, what the fuck?!” he snapped at him and rushed over, wrapping his arms around him tightly. “What the fuck are you doing?” he asked and grunted as he lifted him up. “Help me out a little?”

Minho’s panic kicked in full force, and he gave himself a push, struggling over the balcony balustrade. Chan crashed down on the floor with him, moaning at the impact but still holding onto him. Minho’s jaw hit the floor, making him wince in pain; that would leave a bruise. He pushed himself off Chan and stumbled inside, gasping for air, trying to remind himself he was back on solid ground. Chan quickly followed him inside and slammed the door shut, wondering what was happening.

"And we're supposed to take it like that?" Changbin frowned. 

"Chan's clearly not feeling well at the moment; Min knows what he's doing," Felix said firmly. 

"Didn't look like it," Jisung spoke up. 

"They'll tell us if something bad's going on. Now, let Minho handle things with Channie. We should all get some sleep," Felix said and gently shoved them out of his room. He sat down on his bed, knowing he wouldn't sleep until Minho would've knocked…at least Chan seemed to be more or less okay.

"Minho, what the fuck?" Chan asked, shocked, and wrapped his arms around him from behind. Minho sobbed in fear and leaned into him, curling up a little. Chan got the message and hugged him very tightly, knowing the pressure would help him focus on something other than his panic. “Deep breaths, Min, you’re safe,” he told him, and Minho’s breathing started to get more even again. 

Minho turned in his arms and started punching his chest weakly. "You're damn right; I fucking hate you," he whimpered. "Why didn't you open the door?" 

"I wanted to be alone," Chan answered quietly, still not quite picking up on his emotional state or why he had been on his balcony. 

"Yeah, no shit Sherlock," Minho pressed out. "I had to climb on your balcony from Felix's." 

"You..what?" he asked shocked. "I thought you were scared of heights?" 

"This is me being scared of it, you fucking idiot," he snapped at him and pulled back. "But that message scared me more." 

"That…what?" He pulled his hands back from his arms, and guilt flooded his eyes.

"What the actual fuck is wrong with you?" Minho asked through tears. "I've been asking you to open up for weeks, I thought you trusted me. I held you every damn night, Chan, I gave you a thousand chances to tell me what's wrong. And now a text message is all I get?" 

Chan's eyes filled with tears rapidly, and he hung his head low. "I can't do this anymore." 

"Do what exactly?" Minho asked firmly. 

"There are people during my live, beneath videos or pictures of me telling me all the things they hate about me, and I believe them. Some even told me to hurt myself or end my life," he told him. 

"And your solution is doing exactly that? Chan, you can't be serious," Minho tried, growing more gentle as his own fear slowly subsided. "What about your parents? What about your siblings? What am I supposed to tell them?" he asked, and Chan stared at him with wide eyes. "What about those six kids you took in and swore to protect? You'd hurt them all more than anything else with that shit. What…what about us? Do you think I'll play a happy team leader trying to pick up the pieces you leave behind? After losing you? Chan, I love you, for fucks sake." 

"Wait, what?" he asked in shock. "Oh my god, Min, I didn't want to…fucks sake," he whispered, and Minho stared at him utterly confused. Now, he finally got what drove Minho to climb onto his balcony in the middle of the night. "By leaving, I meant leaving the group." 

Minho blinked at him, confused, before realization hit his face. "Oh my fucking god, you scared the hell out of me." 

"I wouldn't…Min, come on," he said softly, and Minho's eyes filled with tears. 

"I didn't know, you've been feeling down for weeks now and…and I didn't know what to think of that," he admitted timidly. "You want to leave the group?" he asked shakily. 

"I'm not sure I can do this anymore," he told him. “It’s getting too much, and I feel like I can’t keep up.”

"But…but Channie, we need you," he whispered, a big tear rolling down his cheeks. "There's no stray kids without our leader." 

"They have you," he said weakly. 

"I'm the main dancer, Channie, not a leader," he shook his head. "I can only take over temporarily but not…I thought this was our dream."

Chan buried his face in his hands defeatedly and started sobbing. "Fuck, I'm so sorry, Min," he whimpered. 

Minho's heart broke seeing him like this. "Come here, please," he said softly and opened his arms for him. 

Chan climbed into his lap, hiding in his shirt as violent sobs shook his body. "I-I just feel like I'm fa-falling apart," he barely got out. 

Minho's hold on him tightened, and his heart started racing as the adrenaline left his body again. "I got you, Channie, I promise," he told him and started rocking him soothingly. "I'm here. You're safe with me." 

Chan broke down for good in his arms, unable to reply. He held onto him desperately as Minho whispered sweet nothings to him, trying to coax him out of the dark hole he was trapped in. 

Minho didn't know how long he was sitting there on the floor with Chan in his lap. He didn't know how long it would take Chan to calm down, but he didn't dare to rush him. He was mindlessly rubbing his back and playing with his hair as his hyung sobbed into his chest. All he could think of was what would’ve happened if he hadn’t been awake. Would Chan have simply disappeared on them, and they’d get the news from their management? Minho knew one thing for sure: he wasn't ready to let go of him yet, and neither seemed Chan. 

Chan very slowly calmed down again, staying in his arms, unable to look at him. His thoughts were racing and very slow and incoherent at the same time. He couldn't make sense of what he was about to do before anymore. How could he even consider leaving them all behind? "I'm sorry, Minho, that was really dumb," he spoke up, voice sounding raspy from crying. 

"You're damn right it was," Minho whispered, not trusting his voice. "You really scared me." 

Chan hugged him tight. "I should've talked to you," he said, and Minho hummed, agreeing. "I just felt like such a burden." 

Minho pulled back and cupped his face, making him look at him. "You're not a burden. Not to me, Chan." 

Chan smiled weakly at him and covered his hands with his own. "I promise I'll get better." 

Minho shook his head, tears brimming his eyes. "Chan, you need help." 

"I have you," he told him. 

Minho shook his head. "You need to talk to someone neutral about what’s bothering you. Please, at least think about it." 

"Okay," he said quietly, and they both knew he wouldn't. "Can you stay tonight?" he asked timidly. 

"Okay," Minho nodded and wrapped him back into his arms, unable to stop a tear from slipping down his cheek. "Don't you dare let go of me." 

"I won't," he promised and held him tight. 

-

A few days later, they were back at dance practice again. Minho was tired from staying up long with Chan over the past few nights as he had trouble sleeping. His mind was still racing because of that night, and he hadn't had the chance to talk to Felix properly about what happened. He had a short fuse, and his members quickly noticed that Minho had trouble staying patient during practice. 

They were practicing a jump, and Chan didn't properly hold Felix, causing the latter to stumble. Minho caught him in time and cut them off. "Chan, you have to hold him like this," Minho showed him. "Otherwise, he'll keep on slipping from your grip." 

Chan nodded quietly and patted Felix's back, apologizingly. They continued, and Chan messed up a few other steps, starting to get pissed off with himself and Minho's constant comments on it. As if he didn't know he was fucking up. 

"Channie, left then right, not the other way around," Minho told him for the fifth time, and Chan had enough. 

"Minho, outside, now," Chan suddenly snapped, and Minho blinked at him, surprised, before following him. 

Minho gently pulled the door closed behind them. "What's the issue? You don't like being told you're making a mistake in front of others?" he asked, irritated. "I can't help you with that, we're a group, and it's my job to tell you when one of you fucks up a dance, that's nothing personal." 

"Stop hovering, Minho, I can handle myself," Chan said firmly. 

"Yeah, right," Minho huffed and crossed his arms in front of his chest. "You fucked up, own it, and move on, Chan." 

"I didn't ask you to stop me from leaving that night, alright? Stop rubbing it in," he snapped at him, and Minho's face fell. 

"I wasn't even-," he tried; all he was talking about was him taking the wrong step. 

"Just shut up," Chan said angrily. 

The others anxiously glanced at them through the glass door. They didn't have to hear them to see that Minho was clearly hurt, and Chan seemed pissed. They all acted like they hadn't noticed anything when Chan stormed back in but couldn't help but glance at Minho, who stood still and stared into the distance for another moment before disappearing from their sight. 

Minho went to the closest bathroom and took a few deep breaths, rubbing his chest as a wave of panic crushed down on him. He forced himself to calm down enough to keep up the charade of feeling well. “He’s feeling shitty, that’s all. You didn’t do anything wrong,” he told himself quietly before going back.

As he came back in, they noticed he was fighting back tears but took his place as if nothing happened. "Alright, back from the beginning," he announced. Minho watched them through the mirror. "Lixie, be careful, or you'll knock out Hannie," he reminded him as they turned. "Hyunjin, you have to face the mirror when you turn," he told him and saw Chan stepping to the wrong side once more, ignoring it this time. "Changbin, Seungmin, stop messing around," he told them as he caught them dancing their own little dance in the back. Minho was starting to get exhausted, and he sighed softly as they approached the jump situation again, hoping Chan would do as he had told him. 

Felix started running, jumped up, and crashed down on the floor forcefully. Minho's eyes widened in shock. "Chan, for fucks sake!" he snapped at him and went to help Felix, carefully checking his neck and moving his head from side to side. 

"I thought I had him," Chan groaned. 

"You thought…Listen up, you may be the leader, but dancing is my area, alright? If I tell you the way you're holding him isn't safe, you don't continue doing the same shit again. If you can't handle someone else having authority, that's your issue. Now fuck off, all of you; this was it for today," Minho turned his attention back to Felix. "You're okay, Lix? Does something hurt?" he asked gently. 

"I'm a bit dizzy," Felix admitted and held his head. 

"Hannie, go get some water," Minho said, focusing back on his friend. "Anything else?" 

All of them, including Chan, slowly backed away from them, knowing that Minho was seriously pissed. As teasing as he was, they all got a little worried when he was actually mad for once. 

"I'm okay," Felix promised and thanked Jisung for the water bottle. Once he had left as well, Felix looked at him worriedly. "Are you okay? That looked quite intense." 

Minho shook his head gently. "He's an idiot sometimes. He completely misunderstood what I said and snapped at me for no reason." 

"Why would he snap? You just told him he got it wrong," Felix frowned. "And you were right as we just saw." 

"He…I really shouldn't talk about this," he shook his head, and shivers ran down his spine thinking of that night. 

"Minho, what happened that night?" he asked worriedly as he saw his eyes brim with tears. "We never got to talk about it after." 

"I promised him not to tell anyone," he shook his head and swallowed hard. "But it's fucked up, Felix, he needs help, but he's too stubborn, and-," Minho's voice broke, and he quickly closed his mouth again. “It’s not what I thought reading that message,” he said, and Felix’s expression got flooded with relief. “But he’s not okay, he’s feeling a lot of shit right now, and I don’t know how to fix this,” he whispered.

Felix's face softened. "Listen, I'm there if you ever feel like talking about it. I won't tell him a word, I promise." 

Minho gently took his hand and squeezed it. "I know," he smiled bravely and inhaled shakily. "Give me a moment, okay? I'll be on time for dinner." 

Felix nodded and got up, quietly pulling the glass door closed. He looked back and knew he had to talk to Chan. Minho was still crouched down on the floor, his face buried in his hand as his body shook due to him silently crying. He walked upstairs, and luckily, Chan was about to enter his room, stopping as he saw him. 

"Felix, mate, I'm so sorry, are you alright?" he asked worriedly and pulled him into a hug.

Felix patted his back. "Accidents happen…but you should talk to Min," he said, and Chan didn't need any more words to see he was serious. "Whatever it is, he didn't mean it the way you took it." 

Chan groaned softly before making his way back downstairs. He froze in front of the door at the sight of him, and his stomach turned with guilt. Chan quietly opened the door and walked over to him, crouching down behind him and wrapping his arms around him. Minho flinched heavily and quickly wiped his cheeks. "Shh, it's just me," he said softly, and Minho stopped trying to hide that he was upset. 

"I was talking about your way of holding Felix, nothing else. I would never rub it in your face like that or try to gain something just because I was there that night to stop you," Minho explained through tears. 

"I'm sorry, I've been a complete asshole," he said quietly and hugged him to his chest. "I know you didn't." 

"Do you even care how that looked like for the others? Taking me outside for a talk like we're in some fucked up office, and I'm about to get fired," he told him and sniffled softly. "I get it, you were trying to protect yourself, but you made me look like shit with that. That's not okay, Chan." 

Chan hummed, agreeing, and gently rocked them from side to side. "I should've thought it through. I'm sorry. I'm just anxious they'll find out..they probably won't take it as well as you do." 

"They - Chan, this is me taking it well. You think you acting off makes me doubt myself like that?" he asked. "I'm trying to deal with the fact that we could've lost our leader three days ago. I feel like everything I do or say could be the wrong thing." 

"Please don't," he said lowly and squeezed him. "You're right, I'm acting off and working on it, I promise. This has nothing to do with you; it's on me." 

Minho sighed softly and shook his head. "You can't hide it from them forever, Chan. They're not stupid…Half of them know something was wrong anyway." 

"I know," he said and intertwined their hands. "Just not now." 

He looked down at their hands and bit his lower lip. "Will we ever tell them about us?" 

"There's no rush, right?" Chan asked. 

Minho swallowed and bit back a heavy sigh. Almost nine months later, he still thought he was rushing. "Of course not…Channie, you really have to hold onto Felix differently. He'll have a concussion until we're done with this." 

"I know, I was pissed, so I wasn't thinking straight," he told him. 

"Are you ever?" he gave back, holding up their intertwined hands. 

"Not since I met you, no," Chan admitted, and Minho turned around, letting go of his hands and sitting down. Chan did as well, their legs entangled as they faced each other. "I promise I'll tell them one day."

Minho nodded and searched his eyes. "You better." 

-

Jisung made his way back to the practice room to get Chan and Minho for dinner but stopped in his tracks, seeing them. Minho was straddling Chan's lap, hand tangled in his curls as the older one kissed his neck. Minho's head fell back, lips parting as Chan's grip made him grind down. Jisung's jaw dropped, and he quickly turned away, making his way back to the others. So that was part of what was going on. "Felix!" he whispered as soon as he saw him. "Are they-?" 

"Shh, Hannie," Felix quickly hushed him. 

“Since when are those two a thing?” he whispered.

“Not here, I’ll tell you later,” he said, and they took their place at the table.

-

Minho moaned needily and looked toward the door. "Channie, love, we can't -," a groan cut him off as Chan's hand slipped into his sweatpants and squeezed his ass, making him grind down even more. "Chan."

Chan went back to kissing his lips. "Go lock the door. I'll take care of the rest," he panted softly against his lips. He was already hard himself, and they couldn't sneak upstairs since the others were probably eating dinner or making their way downstairs. 

Minho laughed but did as he said, getting the keys and locking the door. He helped Chan close the curtains and watched him turn off most of the lights. 

Chan pulled him back into a passionate kiss and started taking off his shirt. Minho followed his example and chased his lips as they both struggled with their trousers, stumbling a little. Their underwear followed, and Minho was back on his lap before he knew it, kissing him heavily. 

Chan's skin pressed against his made it even better. "Please tell me you brought some condoms and lube," he said between kisses. 

"I always do since we started this," Chan answered, reaching for his jacket on the floor. 

"Always so eager," Minho giggled and lovingly rolled his eyes at him. He took the lube from him and spread some on his fingers, reaching back to open himself up. His lips parted with a gasp as he carefully pushed in the first finger. 

Chan braced him as Minho soon pushed in the next finger, taking in his expression. "You're so pretty," he told him, and Minho moaned in response. "Want some help?" he offered, and Minho let him replace his fingers with his own. 

He moaned softly as Chan's fingers pushed into him, opening him up with practiced movements. Minho melted against him with a beautiful whine when his fingertips brushed over his prostate. Minho's body shook with waves of intense pleasure as Chan massaged his prostate and could only weakly moan and whimper. "Channie - stop," he gasped. "I'm gonna-."

"Just a little more, you sound so pretty," Chan told him and lovingly kissed him. 

Minho's eyes rolled back, and he could tell he was close. "Channie, love, please," he begged. 

Chan giggled softly before pulling his fingers out and kissing him calmingly. 

-

"Where the hell are Chan and Minho hyung?" Changbin asked after a while, getting irritated about them being late. 

"I don't think they're in the mood for dinner," Seungmin answered, rolling his eyes. 

"Chan has been on the edge for weeks now, and Minho gets a load of it right in his face," Jeongin added. 

"Like, why would he snap at him? He literally told him that he was making a mistake like everyone else," Hyunjin frowned. 

"Have you seen how tired Minho hyung looked today?" Jeongin asked and played with his glass. "Something's off." 

"You think they had a fight?" Seungmin asked. "They were sneaking around and looked so happy just a few weeks ago." 

"They almost seemed like a couple," Changbin nodded. 

Felix exchanged a look with Jisung. "Uh, should we just start without them?" 

"Yeah, the food will get cold," Jisung quickly agreed, and the rest gave in. 

-

Minho met his reflection in the mirrors at the ceiling and couldn't help but moan at the sight of them. The way Chan's body moved on top of his, thrusting into him steadily. Minho had one hand buried in his hair, the other one resting between his shoulders. Chan was going a little rougher than usual, and it drove him insane. Minho was sure the grip he had on his thigh would leave bruises, but somehow, he didn't mind. All he could do was moan as his dick massaged his walls perfectly, and once Chan hit his prostate, he arched up against him. Chan wrapped his arm around his waist, keeping him up like that and thrusting into him deep and hard. Minho's eyes rolled back, and his nails buried in his back. His mouth dropped open with a string of curses and beautiful whiny moans as Chan kept going at that pace. Chan's lips attacked his neck once more, and Minho felt so overwhelmed he came on the spot. 

He barely had time to recover as Chan kept going, chasing his own relief. Minho whimpered weakly at the overstimulation and pulled at Chan's hair harshly. "Chan, slo-." A surprised gasp left his lips as Chan hit his prostate once again. And again, and again. Minho's body shook with waves of pleasure as he gripped him tightly. He didn't even notice Chan reaching his high as he came a second time. Minho panted softly and groaned in protest as Chan pulled out. 

Chan looked down at him, gently wiping a tear off his cheek. "You're okay?" he asked. 

"Yeah," he nodded before squinting his eyes at him, trying to ignore the fact Chan had just made him cry from overstimulation. "What was that?" 

"That was me letting off steam," he confessed and searched Minho's eyes. 

"Huh," he nodded. "A warning would've been nice." 

"A warning?" Chan asked and dropped down on the floor next to him. 

"Hey baby, just so you know, I'm still pissed at you, so I'll go a little rough now. Have fun," Minho said, mocking Chan's typical hand gestures with ease. 

Chan giggled softly and took his hand. "I'm not pissed at you, though." 

Minho turned his head to him and smiled as Chan brushed his hair out of his forehead for him. "The sex was that good?" he teased. 

"I…Min," he whined, and Minho started laughing. 

"I'm just teasing you, relax," he grinned. 

"We should probably join them for dinner," he sighed. 

"If I'm able to walk, sure thing," Minho nodded. "If they ask, I'll tell them you beat me up for embarrassing their leader in front of everyone." 

"Minho!" Chan protested. 

Minho giggled softly before pulling him into a kiss. "I'm joking. Next time you want to go rough, just tell me." 

"Mhm, okay," he mumbled against his lips. 

"Maybe I can show you the dance steps in private again?" he offered, and Chan's face softened. 

"I think I could use that," he nodded. "My brain's a little slow at the moment." 

"Which is fine; it happens, love," he assured him before pushing himself up. "Come on." 

-

Felix looked up as they strolled in later, wearing fresh clothes. Minho was wearing his glasses now, looking even more tired than before. Chan walked in first, holding Minho's hand, who was a step behind him and led him to the table. All eyes were on them as they sat down next to each other, and Chan poured Minho something to drink. "Will you stop staring, or should we charge some money?" 

"Are you two alright?" Seungmin asked, frowning. 

"Of course, we are," Chan told them and poured himself a drink before filling Minho's plate. 

"Well, it sure didn't look like it today…or three days ago. Or-" 

"Got it, Seungmin," Chan snorted. 

"Whatever it is, it's killing the team spirit," Jeongin pointed out, and Chan froze in his movement. 

Minho gently placed his hand on his thigh beneath the table. "Arguments happen, especially since there are eight of us. You're just not used to Chan hyung and me fighting." 

"We're not used to Chan hyung looking depressed for two weeks straight, and you look like you'll pass out soon because you're sleep-deprived," Hyunjin told them. 

"Also, you never fight," Jeongin frowned. 

Chan shifted in his seat a little. "I've been having two shit weeks, okay? Minho tried to be there for me, but I pushed him away repeatedly, which is why things were a little tense." 

"What do you mean you had two shit weeks?" Changbin squinted his eyes at him. 

"Sometimes everything gets a little too much; we've all felt down because of that before. Now stop bugging and eat," Minho spoke up, and Seungmin started to protest but quickly closed his mouth as Minho raised his eyebrows at him. 

“Where’s that bruise from?” Jeongin asked suspiciously, pointing at Minho’s jaw. He was the first one to address it.

“I tripped on the balcony,” he said. Jisung, Changbin, and Felix exchanged a short look while Chan kept his eyes on his plate.

“I thought you hated being on your balcony because of the height?” he frowned.

“Just eat, for fucks sake,” Minho cut him off.

"Okay, mum," Jeongin rolled his eyes but started eating. 

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Finding home in your heart - Pt.2

Pairing: Felix x fem!reader (mention of Minchan | Jisung)

Word Count: 4461

Summary: Felix and you try to figure out how to continue after that first kiss. After insisting on making you dinner before anything further, you soon learn his true intentions are a bit different...

Warnings/Tags: fluff, angst (if you squint), smut, p in v, daddy kink, unprotected sex (reader is on birth control), dom!lix, sub!reader (at least like 98%)

A/N: I'm so happy you all loved the first part so much, I hope you'll enjoy this🤭🖤

PART ONE

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After an early night the day before, you're unsure what to expect today. You and Felix kissed. Then you both continued like nothing had happened, had dinner, and went to bed, both too flustered to talk about it. You get up early, get ready in your adjoining bathroom, and try to avoid leaving your room for as long as possible. Stepping out into the hallway, you curse softly as the door to Felix's room opens. Your eyes meet, and he smiles nervously. “Hey,” he says quietly. 

“Morning,” you respond just as quietly. You don't know where to look because he looks way too good in his sweater and messy hair. 

“I-uh…,” he trails off, not knowing what to say as you search his eyes observantly. 

“You regret it,” you nod, and his face falls. “I should've known. I shouldn't have kissed you,” you say and inhale shakily. Fuck. 

“Y/nnie,” he says timidly but gets interrupted by the front door opening. 

“I'm homeee,” your best friend shouts, giving you an excuse to end this awkward conversation early.

You swallow hard as you hear Felix's door falling shut again and take a deep breath. “Hey,” you smile brightly and wrap her into a tight hug. “Happy birthday, hun!”

“Thank you,” she beams and searches the room. “Where's my dad?”

“Uh, probably still sleeping,” you lie, and she frowns at you. 

“It's late. I thought you said he's doing better?” she asks worriedly. 

“He is, sleep is still important,” you tell her, and she rolls her eyes at you. 

“Mhm, fine,” she nods. I think I'll take a shower and then take a nap. Wake me in two hours, yeah?” She asks, and you reluctantly nod as she walks to the end of the hallway and steps into her room. 

You wait for another few moments before quietly making your way over to Felix's room. You slip inside and silently pull the door closed, turning the key. Felix glances up, startled at the sound, and looks at you with big, questioning eyes. 

Your heart breaks a little when you see how anxious he looks, sitting at the edge of his bed. “You're doing yoga again?”

“Excuse me?” he blinks at you. 

“Mr. utter depression?” You hint, and a weak smile travels across his lips. 

“Y/nnie,” he speaks so softly it makes your insides all warm and fuzzy. You step in front of him and hum in response. His hands find your waist, and he searches your eyes timidly. “Regret is a rather strong expression.”

“Meaning?” you ask, tilting your head at him. 

“Scared is more suitable,” he tells you. 

You hesitantly brush back his hair for him and chew on your lower lip. “Scared of what?”

“Pissing her off,” he says. “Hurting you,” he continues and very slowly pulls you into his lap. “Getting hurt.”

You hum gently and wrap your arms around his neck. “I have no intention of hurting you, and I don't think you want to hurt me,” you say, and he nods agreeingly. “She's barely home at this point. Would she really bother seeing two people she loves together?”

“I don't know,” he admits and sighs softly. “Y/nnie…think this through for a second. Why did you kiss me?”

“Because…I really like you,” you say, and Felix hums. 

“Like me,” he nods and tilts his head at you. “Is that all?”

“Well, not like, obviously. I…like you,” you say, not quite ready to say the big word yet. 

Felix nods and chews on his lower lip. “Enough to make this something serious at some point?” he asks, and you swallow softly. “Because I'm not looking for a one-night stand to get over what happened.”

“I know,” you quickly nod. “Neither am I.”

Felix timidly searches your eyes and shakes his head a little. “You can't want that. I'm still struggling with that shit, I'll have trouble trusting people for a while.”

“Lixie,” you say gently. “I meant every word I said back at Min and Chan's. Let me earn your trust and give you the love you deserve,” you try. 

Felix shakily fondles your sides and takes a deep breath. “Are you sure?” 

“Very,” you nod, searching his eyes. “Are you?”

“Trying,” he admits, squeezing your hips. “Let me make you dinner first?” he suggests, making you giggle. 

“And then you'll know?” you laugh, raising your eyebrows at him. 

“Oh, I will,” he nods convinced. 

-

He had been right, he would know after tonight. Dinner is ready just as the sun starts to set, painting the sky in beautiful hues of red and making the ocean glitter. The table on the balcony is set, beautiful red roses resting in a vase in the middle. You're speechless, stepping outside, and he glances at you nervously. “Too much?”

“No, it's beautiful,” you assure him, flashing him a bright smile. “Just unexpected.”

“Oh…well, I wasn't talking about dino nuggies,” he snorts. 

“What's wrong with those, huh?” you ask, jokingly offended. 

“Nothing,” he giggles, sitting down opposite you. “Just not…very first date?” 

“You're cute,” you smirk, thanking him as he pours you a drink. 

Dinner tastes amazing, and you make sure he knows it. The two of you get along well, talking is easy since you've been on your own so often before. But you can tell he's more nervous than usual and so are you. 

“Sooo, what do I have to do to qualify?” you ask once you're all done with dinner. 

“Nothing, honestly,” Felix tells you with a soft smile. “Just wanted to have an excuse to spend some time with you.”

“Oh,” you breathe out, blushing a little. Felix gently takes your hand, intertwining your fingers. “How do we go from here then?”

“Y/nnie…I always knew you're beautiful, I just never paid much attention to it, obviously. But those past few weeks made me realize how beautiful you are inside out and how safe I feel around you,” he tells you, eyes softening the longer he looks at you. “You make me feel at home, and I want to be selfish for once and keep that.”

“And you're sure you won't freak out about what people will think of us?” you ask gently. “To some people, eight years are worlds apart.”

“I don't care what they think of me, it wouldn't be the first idiotic comments I receive. I'm more worried about you, but I'll have your back, no matter what,” he assures you. 

You get up and walk to his side of the table. He scoots back with his chair to make room for you, and you slip into his lap. “Then I'm ready.”

“Yeah?” he asks softly, eyes shining brightly. 

“Yes,” you nod, mirroring his smile. You wrap your arms around his neck as his hands find your waist. 

“Can I kiss you?” he asks, and this time it's your turn to give him consent. Felix's soft lips meet yours. It's only been a few days, but you've missed the feeling so much. Your hand travels up, fingers burying deep into his hair, as you kiss back lovingly. You scoot forward to get closer and pull a soft sound from him at the movement. You deepen the kiss and-

“What the fuck?!” You flinch back heavily and stare up at your best friend standing at the door. Her eyes are wide, watching the two of you, and Felix's brain seems to stop working as he's frozen in shock. “Oh my God, you just kissed my dad.”

“Well, technically,” you start, and she cuts you off with a shrill laugh. 

“Don't you dare pull the adoption card on me now,” she warns you, and you quickly shut your mouth again. 

“I thought you wouldn't be home for the weekend?” Felix says, and you gently shove his chest. As if that's the issue right now. 

“Are you - dad!” she snaps at him. 

“Sorry, that's a valid question,” he chuckles nervously. 

“Why? Because I ruined your plans of sneaking around behind my back?” she asks sharply. 

“Dear, we…we were still figuring things out, no one's sneaking around-”

“Yes, you were! You didn't tell me you had a crush on each other,” she points out. 

“Mhm, sure, because you're home so often that I could've told you,” he says defensively. “I'm not asking about your love life while you're out in the world, am I?”

“That's…that's different. He's my boyfriend, some dude none of you knew before. You're my best friend and my dad - that's something completely different!” she protests. 

“Well…surprise,” he sighs, and she shakes her head at him. “You wanted me to be happy, go out and meet someone. Well, here I am, and now you're throwing a tantrum for me not telling you the minute her eyes met mine…which would’ve been concerning.”

“I'm sorry I didn't tell you,” you chime in gently, realizing this is the real issue here. “I was scared you'd think weirdly of me for it.”

“What? No, why would I?” she groans. “You're two of the most important people in my life. If you make each other happy, go for it…but I won't take sides if you fight.”

“Obviously,” you chuckle. “That's okay.”

“It has to be,” she nods. 

“So..you're not mad?” Felix asks gently, and she shakes her head. “Oh.”

“Oh my god, uncle Min will love this,” she grins and grabs her phone. “He's been betting on the two of you for weeks now.”

“He's been…fucks sake,” Felix snorts, rolling his eyes. 

“Alright, well, I'll grab my charger and leave,” she announces and turns away from you. “Use protection; I'm not ready to have a sibling so soon after finding out about you two,” she says, and Felix beneath you flushes crimson red. 

“Shut up,” you shout after her.

Felix leans back against the chair with a soft groan and stares at the ceiling. “I swear, what is wrong with her sometimes?”

The front door slams closed, and you soothingly run your hand through his hair. “Well, she's right, isn't she?” you ask, chuckling. “Where were we…oh, right,” you say and grind down against him with a little more force this time. 

Felix's jaw drops with a soft whimper, and it's the sweetest sound you've ever heard. “If you start doing this now, you gotta finish it,” he says, biting his lower lip hard as you repeat the movement. 

“I will if you let me,” you say, and he nods feverishly. “Let me take care of you today, hm?”

“Y-Y/nnie,” he stammers, grip growing tight on your hips as you want to stand up. You see the hint of anxiety in his eyes and stop, sitting back down. “I'm…I'm not..god, this is embarrassing.”

You cup his face and soothingly run your thumbs across his cheekbones. “You can tell me.”

He can't meet your eyes, blushing heavily, and stares out into the slowly darkening sky. “I…I know I've been married and everything. It's not like I didn't have sex before, but uhm…”

“Lix, were you the one in control?” you ask, wondering if that's the issue here. 

“Sometimes,” he nods and awkwardly scratches his neck. “I can do both, but it's more like she wouldn't let me touch much, prepare herself, and get done with it.”

“Oh,” you nod gently, tilting your head at him. “Well, it won’t be the same with me. You can touch as much as you want.”

The shade of red on his face deepens, and you didn't think it was possible at this point. “Okay,” he says, barely audible. 

“You have to promise me something, though,” you continue, locking eyes with him. The sudden seriousness in your tone draws his full attention. “You have to tell me what you like and what you don’t like. If anything feels too much or off, you say stop. Okay?”

Felix nods, the vulnerability in his eyes making your heart swell with a mix of affection and determination. “Okay,” he repeats, stronger this time. A faint smile lies on his lips as he realizes the depth of care in your every word.

You lean in, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead, then to his cheek, and finally lingering close to his lips. “We’re going to explore this together, yeah? I want you to discover every part of you, the parts known and especially the unknown, Lixie,” you tell him, and the heat between you is growing, breaths mingling between your lips.

Felix looks up at you through his lashes, and for a moment, the world seems to stand still. “Bedroom?” he asks, and you nod in response. He gets up, carrying you all the way there, not without stealing a kiss or two. He throws the door closed and lets you down gently, meeting your eyes with a giddy smile. “Can I?” he asks gently as his fingers find the hem of your shirt.

“Yes,” you smile encouragingly, letting him take it off for you. Felix tries to be polite and tries not to stare too much, but it's hard. His hands shyly find your waist, eyes meeting yours as his fingers tremble against your skin. Your hands find the hem of his shirt, and after getting permission, you take it off for him in return. You're less shy, hands roaming his back and down his stomach. His eyes widen as you sink down to your knees in front of him, fidgeting with the button of his trousers. “Okay?” you check in. 

“Okay,” he nods, breath hitching a little as you pull down his jeans. Felix watches you cautiously as your hands fondle up his thighs. “Y/nnie,” he whispers into the quiet of the room once your lips meet his abdomen, traveling as low as possible. “Wait,” he stops you gently, sitting down at the edge of his bed and pulling you with him. He searches your eyes for consent before helping you out of your trousers, biting back a guttural groan at the sight of you in your underwear. “You're so beautiful,” he tells you, hands finding your waist before pulling you into his lap. His hands travel up your thighs, slowly fondling your sides, and then he brushes aside the straps of your bra only to plant soft kisses where the material had been resting on your shoulders. Soft lips travel their way up your neck, small promises of love littering your skin as he tries not to buck his hips up against you. He sinks his teeth into your skin, right below your ear, drawing a sweet moan from you. Encouraged by the sound, he continues his way back down to your collarbone, nibbling and sucking at your skin. You're sure he's leaving marks you'd have trouble hiding the next day. “So, so beautiful,” he whispers against your skin, hands digging deep into your hips. 

“Lix,” you whisper, running your hand through his hair. You can feel him getting painfully hard beneath you and gently rock your hips against him. A groan dies in his throat, hips bucking up against you. “Lixie,” you whisper, and he hums in response. “Don't hold back,” you say, and the next drag of your hips pulls the sweetest sound from his lips. “You sound so pretty, don't hide.” 

Felix blinks at you, almost a little surprised, before smiling shyly. His lips meet yours gently and you allow him to find his way around you and get comfortable with it. His fingers travel up your back before unclasping your bra skillfully. He doesn't break the kiss yet, but his fingertips brush against your nipple before squeezing your breast, pulling a whine from you. At that sound something in him switches and he gets up with you in his arms easily, lowering you into the bed. He gives you enough time to get comfortable, resting your head on his pillow while hovering over you. His lips are attached to your nipple before you can comprehend what's happening, a soft sucking motion making you moan out in bliss. Encouraged by the sound he starts devouring your boobs, soft little bites, kitten licks, sucking marks wherever he can. He's moaning deliciously as if he's trying to crawl into your skin. It's messy, it's sweet and you can't stop writhing with need beneath him, tugging at his hair with soft whimpers. “Fuck, baby,” he growls, dipping his fingers below the hem of your panties. You mewl as his fingers brush against your clit, running down between your folds and collecting your juices. “Shit, you're so wet already,” he moans, and only then you notice him subtly rutting against the mattress between your legs. 

“Felix, please,” you whine, and his blown, dark eyes meet yours. “Please, I need you, your mouth, your fingers, anything, please,” you beg needily. 

“Yeah,” he nods frantically. “Gonna make you feel so good, yeah?” he says, circling his finger against your dripping hole. You whine in response, the sound dying in your throat as he pushes his finger inside of you. His eyes widen at how easily he slips inside and he almost hesitantly eases in another finger. “Fuck,” he whispers, sitting up and ripping off your panties with his other hand. He watches his fingers disappear into your body as you clench around them, squirming. “Fuck, you're perfect,” he tells you, holding back a soft growl as he guides your leg up over his shoulder. He starts kissing your inner thigh as he works you open, soon adding another finger. “Such a good girl, you're doing so well, pretty,” he says and there's not much of his initial shyness left, which makes you feel prouder than you'd ever admit.

“Lix, more, please,” you beg, whimpering softly as he squeezes your thigh calmingly. 

“Patience, be a good girl,” he tells you, watching with interest how your body trembles at his words. “You like that? Being called a good girl?” he asks, gently rubbing his thumb against your clit. 

“Yes, daddy,” you whimper and cover your mouth in shock as he freezes. Your eyes meet, and your own anxiety meets his curiosity. 

“What did you just say?” he says barely audible, feeling the need to be buried inside you spread through him like wildfire.

You blush heavily, shying away beneath his gaze, and whine at the loss of his fingers. You fear you've ruined the moment when he pulls away from you, not noticing he's simply getting rid of the last piece of clothing parting you. 

He moves further up on the bed and grabs your chin softly, meeting your eyes. “Say that again,” he says, so kind but demanding it makes your brain all mushy. 

“Daddy?” you ask timidly and you can see the change in his whole demeanor. 

“Is that what you're gonna call me behind closed doors, sweet girl?” he asks, an amused smirk settling on his lips. 

Oh. “I don't need the door to be closed to call you that in this setting,” you give back, a little more confident now that he doesn't seem to mind it. 

Felix snorts softly, reaching down between your bodies. Your breath hitches in anticipation as you can feel him dragging his dick between your folds. “If you keep dripping like that I won't need any of the lube I bought,” he tells you bluntly. 

“You…so the dinner wasn't about talking after all,” you hum amused, reaching up to cup his cheek. 

“Not really,” he smirks, searching your eyes to make sure you're still comfortable. 

“I'm on birth control, daddy,” you say and he bites back a groan at the implied message behind that. 

“You're going to be the death of me,” he chuckles. 

“You're not that much older, come on,” you tease him, and your jaw drops as he pushes his dick inside of you without any further warning. 

“Not that cocky now, huh?” he asks, watching your face flood with pleasure at the way he's stretching you out. “You're gonna be a good girl now, you hear me?” he asks and you nod. “Words, princess.”

“Yes, daddy, I'll be good,” you nod quickly, reaching out for him helplessly. He lets you wrap your arms around him, your hand sinking into his hair. 

“Mhm, I sure hope so,” he giggles, pulling back before pushing back inside. He watches your face contort with pleasure as he starts working out a steady pace and captures your lips in a kiss. “So pretty baby,” he mumbles against your lips, his own parting with soft moans at the much-needed friction. “You feel so good, pretty girl, so fucking perfect,” he grunts and buries his face in your neck. 

“Only for you, daddy,” you tell him, and his hips stutter. 

“Yeah? Only mine, baby? No one else?” he asks, and you know those words carry more weight than you'd both like them to. 

You pull him back up, wrapping your legs around his hips, and sink deep into his eyes. He stills in you, breathing out slowly as you tenderly brush your thumb against his lower lip and cup his face. “Only for you, Lixie. As long as you'll have me I'll be yours and yours only,” you promise. 

Felix swallows softly, before kissing you very firmly and desperately. “Only mine,” he whispers, hand gently fondling down your side and grabbing your thigh. “My beautiful baby.”

“Only yours, my sweet love,” you promise and the last hint of anxiety leaves his eyes. Your lips meet and he presses himself as close as he can, a breathy moan leaving him as he starts moving again. “Feels so good, daddy,” you moan, arching up against him as he hits your sweet spot. 

Felix's hand slips beneath your body, keeping your back arched as he picks up pace. “Gonna fuck you so good, baby,” he promises, and his bluntness has you writhing. He gently drops you back into the mattress after a second, hand starting to roam your body. His lips wrap around your nipple once more and he moans so sinfully you can't help but make a mental note of it for another time. His hand slips between your bodies, fingertips brushing between your folds and against your clit. “Such a good girl for daddy,” he praises you breathlessly and plants messy kisses down your jaw. 

“Fuck, daddy,” you moan in pure need as the force of his thrusts picks up. “K-Keep going, please,” you beg between choked moans, feeling the knot in your stomach tightening already. 

Felix watches your head drop to the side into the pillow and reaches up, abandoning your clit. You can feel how soaked you are when his fingertips meet your cheek and make you look at him again. “Wanna see your pretty face when you cum,” he tells you, which has you rolling your eyes back. He groans as your grip on his hair tightens and watches your face, imprinting every detail in his brain. 

“Daddy,” you whimper. “M’so close, please,” you moan. 

“Yeah, daddy's girl wanna cum?” he rasps into your ear, and shit, that deep voice could send you over the edge alone. “Gonna show daddy how good he's making you feel, hm?” 

“Please,” you whine, body shaking beneath him. “Please, I've been good,” you tell him, eyes filling with desperation. 

“Wait for me,” he pants, before guiding your legs onto his shoulders. “Wanna cum with you, pretty girl,” he tells you, practically folding you in half with the next harsh snap of his hips. You moan out his name obscenely loud as he starts a fast, desperate pace, pounding into you. “So close, baby,” he groans. “So fucking perfect.”

You don't know who falls over the edge first. All you know is that you're clenching around him, moaning beneath him, and shaking heavily as it happens. He's cursing the filthiest shit, burying his face in your neck with a desperate, broken ‘Ah, fuck’ as he paints your walls with his hot release. You're grabbing whatever parts of him you can reach, trying to find something to steady yourself with. Felix grows heavy on you once you're both done, nuzzling his nose against your neck. “Shit, you're amazing,” you breathe out, making him giggle sweetly. 

“Baby?” he asks, experimentally rolling his hips once more, which makes you moan softly. “You want to - Think you can go again?” he asks, already growing hard again. His voice went all shy and soft again and the contrast to before is making you dizzy. 

“Get on your back,” you tell him and he does, smiling up at you. Your breath hitches at the sight. He looks so fucked in the most positive way. Hair a mess, lips swollen from kissing, eyes wide and so full of love. You climb into his lap, bracing yourself on his chest as you lower yourself onto his dick. A broken sound leaves him and he's gripping your hips needily. “Now relax, gonna take good care of you, Lixie.”

“Please,” he smiles sweetly, head falling back with the neediest moan as you lift your hips. 

-

As the evening turns to night, you’ve shared all these moments of laughter, gentle touches, and explorations. Felix, usually so controlled and shy around you, opens up under your attentive gaze and touch, showing you a side of him that’s so raw and unguarded it makes you dizzy. It feels so easy to express his desires, to ask for what he wants, and to give in to the sensations rippling through him in your presence.

The vulnerability and trust he places in you weave a stronger bond between you. You make him feel so loved and desired that every second is another step toward healing and never-before-experienced intimacy for him.

Wrapped in each other’s arms, the world outside seems like a distant reality, Felix whispers in the quiet of the room, “I never knew it could be like this…to feel so connected, I mean.”

You fondle his hair, a smile covering your lips. “It’s all about being with the right person. Someone who cares about you.”

It’s not just the physical closeness but the emotional bond that has deepened tonight, the trust that has been solidified. Felix’s earlier anxieties and fears seem smaller now, making them manageable with you by his side.

As you both drift off, Felix plays with your hair. The newfound hope and confidence, soaked up by your love and understanding, make him feel all fuzzy. In turn, you feel finally happy, knowing you’ve managed to lead the way to a future with mutual support and love. You realize this is just the beginning, there will always be challenges, misunderstandings, and perhaps even moments of doubt. But the foundation you’re starting to build feels strong, rooted in honesty and communication. Felix was right, this does feel like home.

PART ONE

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Only the best for you

Pairing: Minchan

Word Count: 2973

Summary: Felix's birthday party turns thrilling for Chan and Minho as they sneak away for a moment of privacy...more or less.

Warnings/tags: smut, fluff, idiots in love, soft!dom!chan, soft!sub!min, semi-public sex (a closet😭���)

A/N: Soo after hearing this audio of my dear @slutforchanlix I had to go and write a little something for it. Thank you Azzy baby for the main idea for this fic hehe @galaxycatdrawz

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

Minho steps into the bedroom cursing softly to himself as the button keeps on slipping from his hand. “Channie,” he calls out to his boyfriend frustratedly. 

“Mhm?” Chan gives back, his steps echoing in the hallway as he makes his way over. 

“Help, please,” Minho pouts at him and stretches his arm out for him. He yelps in protest when Chan grabs his arm and pulls him in so quickly that their bodies collide. Chan's hands grip his ass, squeezing his cheeks and then he's kissing him forcefully. Minho giggles surprised, gripping his arm to steady himself. “And what was that for, hm?” he asks once Chan pulls back. 

“You look incredibly fuckable right now,” he admits and Minho's jaw drops.

He shoves his chest and shakes his head at him. “Stop,” he giggles. “What the fuck are you on about again?” 

Chan smiles, eyes wandering all over his body as he takes in the sight again. “You're beautiful, that's why,” he says, watching him in wonder as he readjusts the fragile silver bracelet around his neck. “You've got the prettiest face and your lips look so kissable right now. Also that outfit looks so good on you, but what doesn't?” Chan says and takes a few steps back. “Turn for me?” he asks innocently. 

“My cuffs aren't buttoned up yet,” he protests softly but rolls his eyes at Chan's disappointed pout. Minho sighs and slowly turns, blushing a little beneath Chan's intense gaze. 

“Fuck, Minho,” he breathes out, eyes wandering lower to where Minho's trousers hug his thick thighs tightly. “If you don't suffocate me with those thighs later I'll cry.”

“What the hell are you on?” Minho laughs out loud and smiles at him giddy. “Look at you getting all worked up about me fully dressed.”

Chan closes the distance between them and gently takes his hand, closing the button for him on one sleeve and then on the other. He brings up his hands to his mouth and kisses his knuckles, smiling at him happily. “Sometimes I just can't believe you're truly mine.”

“Well, wake up, it's been four years, dummy,” he says fondly. “I'm yours and yours only,” he promises sweetly. 

Chan hums happily. “Mine,” he smirks before kissing him passionately again. 

“Don't you dare keep this up tonight,” he giggles. “It's Lix’s birthday and they rented this whole huge mansion to celebrate. Hyunjin would be pissed if we ruined some sofa in there just because you can't stop being such a tease.”

“Who says it'll be the sofa?” Chan smirks and Minho rolls his eyes playfully. “I'm sure there's some secluded room…or closet,” he says and watches Minho's eyes fill with curiosity. He knew he'd get him with that. The chance of sneaking around and getting caught had done things before to Minho neither of them could explain. 

Minho's smile widens at the implication, his eyes sparkling with mischief and a hint of excitement. "You're so stupid," he laughs, the sound bubbling up effortlessly. Chan simply grins back, his own excitement easily noticeable.

"Promise me something?" Minho says, his tone suddenly serious. Chan's eyebrows lift in curiosity. "Promise me no matter what happens tonight, we'll make time for us, just us. Even if it's just a moment stolen away from the chaos." Chan's face softens, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair from Minho's forehead.

"I promise," he says softly, then his lips brighten into a smile. "You know I can't deny you anything." They share a quiet moment, eyes locked, nothing but warmth between them. 

The sound of a distant car honking pulls them back to reality. "Sounds like the cab’s here," Chan notes, a hint of reluctance in his voice as if he'd rather stay in this moment forever.

"We should go," Minho agrees, though he takes a second longer to lean in and steal another quick kiss. They break apart, a little breathless but smiling widely.

-

At the mansion Hyunjin lets them inside and leads them downstairs. “We set up the party there because they have all sorts of stuff we could use. We even have a small disco.”

“Oh, nice,” Minho smirks at the thought of letting loose and dancing with Chan. 

As they make their way downstairs, the sounds of laughter and music greet them. The mansion is beautifully decorated, every detail perfect for the celebration. Lix, the birthday boy, is in the center of it all, surrounded by friends and brightly colored balloons.

"Happy Birthday!" Minho and Chan chorus as they approach, each giving Lix a warm hug. Lix beams at them, his happiness fully on display.

"Thanks for coming, guys! I’m so glad you're here," Felix exclaims. "Make yourselves at home—there's food, drinks, and later on, we’re hitting the dance floor hard!"

As the evening progresses, the party goes quite nicely for everyone involved. Music thumps through the mansion, and people mingle and dance.

Minho and Chan drift together through the crowd, occasionally separated as friends pull them into conversations or dance-offs but always finding their way back to each other. Their eyes meet across the room often, a silent conversation of smiles and nods, the promise of a stolen moment never far from their minds.

At one point, Minho finds himself alone on a balcony, taking a moment to breathe in the cool night air. The stars are out, twinkling above in a clear sky. He leans against the railing, lost in thought, until he feels a pair of arms wrap around his waist.

"Escaped the chaos?" Chan's voice is soft, his breath warm against Minho's neck.

"Just needed a minute to breathe," Minho replies, leaning back into the embrace. "You?"

"I was looking for you," Chan confesses, tightening his hold slightly. "Remember your promise?" he whispers, his lips brushing against Minho's ear, sending a shiver down his spine.

"How could I forget?" Minho turns in Chan's arms to face him, their noses brushing. "So, about that closet…" he trails off, a teasing glint in his eye.

Chan chuckles, his gaze fond and filled with love. "Let's go find it," he suggests, taking Minho's hand and leading him back inside.

They wander through the party, unnoticed in their quest. When they finally slip away into a quiet hallway, their hands are clasped tightly, the thrill of their little adventure adding an extra layer of excitement.

There's a huge closet standing at the wall and Chan smirks opening the door to it. There are some cleaning supplies in there, which he quickly shoves aside before stepping into it. “Come on,” he giggles and Minho steps inside as well. It’s quiet here, away from the noise of the party. They close the door behind them, the click of it shutting sounding unusually loud in the silence.

Chan backs Minho against the wall, their bodies pressing close. "Found you," Chan murmurs, before his lips find Minho's again. The kiss is deep, passionate, fueled by the adrenaline of their sneaky escape.

Minho's hands roam over Chan's back, pulling him closer, their bodies moving in sync with a rhythm only they know. They break the kiss only to catch their breath, foreheads resting against each other, their breaths mingling. “I love you,” Minho whispers into the quiet. “Love you so much.”

“I love you too,” Chan whispers back, hands squeezing his hips. “It's darker than I expected here,” he admits. 

“Well, obviously,” Minho laughs out loud and covers his mouth in shock. 

“Should we keep the door open, just a little?” he asks and Minho responds with a choked, little moan. “Means you gotta be quiet, bunny, think you can do that?”

Minho squirms a little and nods before realizing Chan can't see him. “Yes, yes I can,” he nods quickly. 

“Mhm, you better, or I'll stop moving,” he says and Minho can hear him undoing his belt. 

“Yes, hyung,” he answers softly, biting his lower lip hard. Chan gently shoves the door open enough to let in a little light. Their eyes meet and Minho swallows at the need in Chan's dark orbs. 

“Trust me,” Chan murmurs as he leans in, his breath hot against Minho’s cheek. The slight crack of the door allows the distant sounds of the party to seep in—a reminder of the world just outside their hidden spot.

Minho nods, his heartbeat quickening with each of Chan's movements. There’s a thrill to this—the secrecy, the risk, the sheer excitement of being with Chan in such a risky setting.

Chan’s hands are careful yet confident as they explore Minho, each touch sending shivers through him. Minho reaches out, his fingers digging into Chan’s back, pulling him closer, needing to feel as much of him as possible.

The soft hum of the party continues to drift through their small opening. 

“You make everything feel like an adventure,” Minho breathes out, his voice a hushed whisper against Chan’s lips.

Chan smiles, his eyes reflecting a mix of love and mischief. “Only the best for you,” he replies, pressing another kiss to Minho’s lips, this one tender and filled with promise. “Let's make sure you're ready, hm?” Chan hums against his lips and fumbles with the button of Minho's trousers. 

“Yeah,” he nods feverishly and shoves down his trousers and boxers enough for Chan to get to work. 

Chan pulls out the small bottle of lube, safely stored in the inside of his jacket. He pours some on his fingers and reaches behind Minho, circling his hole before pushing inside. Minho grips his shoulder tightly, mouth forming a silent “oh”. “Relax,” Chan whispers, gently working his finger inside. “Good boy,” he adds as Minho does exactly that and lets Chan do as he wants to. 

“Fuck, love, please,” he moans sweetly, pressing back on his finger. 

Chan smiles at Minho's responsiveness, adding another finger and scissoring them slowly, careful to prepare him properly. The intimate touches, combined with their secluded environment, heighten the intensity of each sensation. Minho's breath catches, his forehead resting against Chan's shoulder as he adjusts to the feeling.

"Better?" Chan asks, his voice low and comforting.

"Much," Minho manages to reply, his voice laced with a mix of pleasure and anticipation. He adjusts his stance slightly, allowing Chan better access, his own hands gripping Chan's jacket for support.

Chan continues his careful movements, his free hand tracing gentle patterns along Minho's side, soothing and arousing all at once. The soft, muffled sounds of the party outside seem worlds away, their own private universe reduced to the small, dimly lit space of the closet and the overwhelming sensations flooding through them.

Finally feeling that Minho is ready, Chan pulls out his fingers and takes a condom from his jacket pocket. With quick, practiced movements, he tears the package open and rolls it onto himself. He looks into Minho's eyes, searching for any last hesitation, but finds only eager need in them.

"You sure?" he asks, again.

"Absolutely," Minho replies, his voice firm yet breathy. "Please, Chan, I need you."

Chan nods, aligning himself with Minho, his hands gripping his hips tightly. He pushes forward gently, pausing at the resistance he meets to let Minho adjust. The tight heat welcoming him sends a shudder through his body, and he takes a deep breath to steady himself. No rush. 

Minho bites down on his lip, concentrating on relaxing as Chan begins to move. Once fully buried inside, Chan gives them both a moment to adjust before starting a slow rhythm. Each thrust is controlled and soft, aiming for a depth and angle that pulls soft, quiet moans from Minho.

Their movements are synchronized, a dance they’ve perfected over time. The sounds of their breaths and the quiet squelch of the lube mix with the faint music from the party.

"Chan..." Minho breathes out, his hands sliding up to tangle in Chan's hair. He pulls him down for a kiss, hungry and deep, which Chan eagerly returns. The kiss muffles their moans, their pace changing as they lose themselves in each other.

Chan's hands explore Minho's body, his fingers tracing the lines and curves he knows so well, each touch sparking additional waves of desire. Minho's hands are equally busy, caressing Chan's back, shoulders, and occasionally drifting lower, thrusting deeper.

Minho's head drops back against the wall of the closet, jaw growing slack as Chan barely moves anymore. They both know how much he loves feeling full and Chan loves seeing him lose control. Chan starts kissing his neck as Minho gets more vocal, breathy moans and small huffs leaving him. He soothingly squeezes his hip and bites back a soft groan as Minho's moans rise in volume the more his lips travel over his neck. 

Minho's grip on his jacket grows tight as Chan barely pulls out before already pushing inside again, grinding against his prostate. “Ohh, fuuck,” he moans out louder than he should. He can't help it as Chan finds just the right angle to make his whole body sing with pleasure. Chan's breath hitches at the sound, encouraged by the undeniable evidence of Minho's pleasure.

"Shh, we've got to keep it down, remember?" Chan reminds him softly, even as he adjusts his movements to maintain that perfect angle, each thrust calculated to deepen the sensation for Minho.

Minho nods, biting his lip hard, his eyes fluttering closed as he fights to stay quiet. He wraps his arms around Chan, pulling him closer, their bodies flush against each other, minimizing any noise from their movements.

Chan's face, buried into the crook of Minho's neck, his hot breaths against Minho's skin sending shivers down his spine. He whispers encouragements, each word a tender vibration against Minho's sweaty skin. "You're doing so well," he murmurs, "Just a bit longer, I've got you."

Minho's hands travel down, tracing the line of Chan's spine, feeling the muscles work beneath his skin. He reaches lower and touches himself where Chan's body meets his, increasing his own pleasure. He feels a familiar tightening, his orgasm approaching rapidly.

Chan feels it too, his movements becoming less rhythmic, more erratic as he gets closer to the edge. "Minho," he gasps, his voice a tight whisper, "I'm—"

"I know," Minho cuts him off, his voice a breathy moan. “Please, baby, with me-.”

The permission breaks the last of Chan's restraint. With a few more thrusts, deep and hectic, they reach their climax together. Chan's grip tightens around Minho as he shudders as waves of pleasure wash over them, leaving them clinging to each other, breathless and spent. Minho can't stop the filthy sounds spilling from his mouth anymore and Chan doesn't stop him, loving the sound of his name so broken, so delicate, so sweet way too much. 

For a few moments, they simply hold each other, their breaths slowly calming. Chan eventually pulls back slightly, looking into Minho's eyes with a depth of love that words could never fully capture. He presses a soft, long kiss to Minho's lips, which the younger returns just as lovingly. 

"We should probably get back," Chan whispers against Minho's lips. 

Minho nods, a soft smile covering his lips. "Yeah, before they start sending out search parties for us." He helps Chan tidy up, adjusting each other's clothes and hair to erase any obvious signs of what had happened. 

They open the closet door fully, peeking out to make sure the coast is clear. The party still rumbles on, the sounds of celebration unchanged by their temporary absence. They slip out, blending back into the crowd, sharing looks, secret smiles and knowing glances.

As they mingle, they keep close, occasionally brushing hands or exchanging soft words.

The night continues, and the music changes to slower, softer beats. Minho leans against Chan, his head resting on his shoulder as they sway gently to the music. Chan’s arms wrap around him, strong and secure.

“Happy?” Chan whispers lowly. 

“Very,” Minho replies genuinely. “Best birthday party ever, and it’s not even mine.”

Chan laughs softly, his breath warm against Minho’s neck. “Every day with you feels like a celebration,” he says, meaning every word.

As the party slowly comes to an end, guests begin to say their goodbyes. Minho and Chan help Lix with some of the cleanup, gathering decorations and tidying up the space. The other boys poke fun at them for working in sync so well by now. 

Once they're done Minho turns to Chan. "Let's go home," he suggests gently. Chan nods, taking Minho's hand in his, their fingers intertwining naturally.

Once home, they kick off their shoes and collapse onto the couch, their bodies melting into one another in a familiar, comforting way. Chan rests his head against Minho's shoulder, his breaths deep and even.

"We really needed this, didn't we?" Chan murmurs, his voice muffled against Minho's shirt.

"Yeah, we did," Minho agrees, his hand stroking Chan's hair, soothing him. "Just some time away from everything else."

They sit in silence for a while, just enjoying the peace of their living room, the quiet hum of the city outside their windows providing a gentle background noise. It doesn't take long and Chan's straddling Minho's lap, sharing tired and loving kisses. As they break apart, Minho's phone buzzes with a message. He glances at it, a smile spreading across his face. "Looks like Jisungie is throwing another party next week," he chuckles, showing Chan the screen.

Chan groans playfully. "Another chance to hide somewhere?"

"Only if you behave until then," Minho teases, laughing. 

The rest of the night is spent in a comfortable silence, with occasional bursts of laughter when one of them shares a random thought. 

Eventually, they make their way to bed. As they get comfortable, their bodies close, Chan whispers, "I love you, Minho. More than anything."

"I love you too, Chan. Forever," Minho whispers back softly.

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More than friends - Chp.3

Pairing: Minho x Chan x fem!reader / Minchan x fem!reader

Word Count: 3893

Summary: Chan and you grow closer as time passes by and after your first kiss things are still unclear. That's until Chan walks in on you and Minho and you walk in on Minho and him only shortly after...

Warnings/Tags: fluff, angst, smut, switch!minho, dom!chan, sub!reader, minho x reader, minchan

A/N: Have fun👀🤭~🌙

PART TWO| PART FOUR

Over the following two weeks, Chan can't quite shake the feeling of being buried in your chest and held so safely. The fact that he had taken a few days off work and you've been there to cuddle him whenever he napped didn't help. He always loved hugging you, but now he feels like he needs at least one hug a day. 

Chan spots you in the kitchen preparing breakfast for all of you and smiles to himself. Minho has shown you again how to use the stove, and since then, you surprise them with something from time to time. You look adorably concentrated as he makes his way over, snaking his arms around your stomach and burying his face in your neck. 

"Morning Channie," you say softly and reach back, fondling his side. You'd be lying, saying you don't love his sudden increased urge for physical affection. "You slept okay?" 

"Mhm," he hums, still a little sleepy. 

"Where's Min?" you ask and turn down the heat.

"Still sleeping," he tells you. 

"Isn't it your day off? Why are you up already?" you ask, giggling. If your memory serves you right, only Minho has to work for a little today. 

"Wanted to give you a hug before you leave," he admits and instinctively buries his face deeper into your neck as a light blush creeps up his face. That alone makes your heart flutter. 

You turn in his arms and lovingly run your hand through his messy curls, smiling as he hums and melts against you. "That's really sweet, you know," you tell him. "But I'll be home all day, which means we can cuddle all you want." You can feel him smiling against your skin, and it sends a spark of delusional hope through your whole body. Is he warming up to the thought of loving you more than a friend?

"That sounds nice," he nods and squeezes you gently. 

"Go and get Min before he oversleeps again," you giggle softly, and Chan places a subtle kiss on your neck before doing as you said. You look after him, stunned, fingers brushing against the spot just above your collarbone. A stupid smile spreads over your lips, and you quickly get back to work. 

-

You find yourself back in your bed with Chan pretty soon once Minho leaves for work. You know today he'll be back in an hour tops, only having to sort out a few things for a new choreography. 

You're cuddled up beneath the blanket, his face buried back in your neck, and your legs entangled beneath the blanket. You're soothingly massaging his scalp, and Chan seems to bury himself in your neck even more. You know your best friend is cuddly, but not like this; that's new, at least with you. "You're quite cuddly today, huh?" you ask gently. 

"Mhm…sorry, is it too much?" he says, his grip around you loosening already. 

"No, not at all," you promise and bury your nose in his curls for a moment. "Just new, that's all." 

Chan hums gently before moving closer, not realizing how painfully aware of his thigh between your legs he makes you with that. "I don't know, you - you just smell so nice," he confesses after a moment. 

"I do?" you ask surprised, and Chan nods. 

"And you feel safe and comfy," he adds after a moment in the safety of your neck, blushing as he's sharing his thoughts so openly with you. Chan doesn't know where that urge is coming from, but suddenly, he's kissing your neck. Only once, only shortly, but he can feel your body responding. 

"Channie," you whisper softly. 

"You like that?" he asks quietly, and the tightening grip on his hair tells him everything. Chan plants another soft kiss against your skin before pulling back and searching your eyes. His hand finds your cheek, and your heart races in anticipation as his eyes keep traveling from your lips up to your eyes and back. "Can I kiss you?" he whispers. You swallow softly before nodding. "Words, hun." 

"Yes, yes you can," you stammer, and only mere seconds later, his full lips meet yours. You sink into the feeling, sighing at the way his lips chase yours so sweetly. Over the years, you've had a lot of thoughts about how it would feel like kissing him, but you were so far off, and it felt so so much better. 

Chan kisses you over and over again, and it starts to become intoxicating. He buries himself into your neck with a soft moan and starts littering your skin with gentle, tiny kisses. His hand grips your hip as if he’s trying to steady himself, frantically scrunching up the fabric of your shirt beneath his fingers. “Fuck,” he growls softly, and before you know it, you’re on your back, and he’s hovering over you, staring down at you with blown pupils and reddened, parted lips. His chest heaves softly, and his eyes search yours, overflowing with emotions. 

You can’t quite tell if the need and curiosity in them exceed the anxious nervousness. You blink up at him, trying to figure out his next move and gasp, surprised, as he suddenly buries his face in your stomach with a low groan. “Channie?” you ask, carefully combing your hand through his curls. 

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles into the fabric of your shirt.

“For what?” you ask calmly.

“For kissing you,” he groans softly, and you can see his ears burning red. Is he blushing?

“Why?” you ask curiously, and he lifts your head, showing you that he is indeed blushing very heavily right now. 

“I haven’t even…I-fucks sake,” he curses at himself and glares at you playfully as you giggle beneath him. “I shouldn’t have, not like this, not when I still haven’t figured it out.”

“Well, how’s that been going?” you ask, not unkindly. 

“Not great, obviously,” he snorts.

“I fear you won’t find out hiding from me,” you chuckle at him and reach up, gently caressing his cheek. “Kissing me now doesn’t mean you have to commit to me on the spot, dummy.”

“But it doesn’t feel fair to you,” he sighs, and his eyes widen in surprise as you grab his neck. 

“My gosh, you big baby, come here,” you roll your eyes at him and meet his lips once more. 

Chan only fights it for a second before allowing him to enjoy the feeling and listen to his body. His heart rate picks up a little as your soft lips dance against his. He starts feeling warm and fuzzy the longer he kisses you, and his mind goes foggy. The grip on his neck and the subtle touch of your hand on his back feels way too good, and he starts thinking back to his first kiss with Minho, which had felt so much different from this. It all happened in a rush, in his room as they were working on “Drive” and suddenly couldn’t stay away from each other anymore after one or two too many jokes about the very obvious message of the song. Things had developed rather fast between them anyway, so what’s stopping him from doing the same with you?

Suddenly, someone races up the stairs, and you flinch away from each other. Chan drops into the mattress next to you, the door opening only seconds later. Minho stands in the doorframe and halts for a moment, squinting his eyes suspiciously at the two of you. “Hi?”

“Hey,” Chan smiles at him innocently and gets out of bed, making his way over. 

Minho chuckles surprised, as Chan wraps his arm around his waist and pulls him into a longing kiss. He kisses back with a sweet smile and caresses his cheek. “You’re okay?” he asks, pulling back and glancing at you suspiciously. “Is he alright?” he mouths at you. 

“I’m okay,” Chan promises and turns to look at you as well. The pleading look in his eyes tells you to shut up for now and give him time to work this out. You nod reluctantly and flash Minho a gentle smile.

Minho watches you for a moment, noticing your swollen lips and the red patches covering your neck. Your shirt is halfway torn from your sweatpants. He glances at Chan and notices the way his hair is messed up, just like when he runs his hand through them too long. His lips look puffy, and the tight grip on his hip betrays him; he’s worked up. Minho hums softly before turning around and making his way downstairs, grinning to himself. You two really are by far the shittiest liars he knows.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Chan frowns at you and glances after him. 

“He’s not stupid,” you chuckle quietly. “Maybe he knows already.”

“You think so?” he asks just as quietly, and you shrug.

“I brought lunch!” Minho shouts upstairs, ending your whispered conversation.

“Coming!” you yell back and hop off your bed. 

“Y/N,” Chan holds you back as you pass him. 

“I won’t tell him. This means nothing until you’re sure about what you want,” you tell him and gently pat his hand wrapped around your arm. “Now come on, I’m hungry.”

Chan giggles and follows you downstairs, taking his usual seat next to Minho. He soon busies himself with eating, hoping Minho wouldn’t dig too deep. His eyes keep on wandering back to you, vivid images of you beneath him flashing his mind.

Minho pretends not to suspect anything but can’t stop himself from glancing between the two of you. Chan is stuffing his mouth, as always, when he prefers not to talk about something occupying his mouth. You seem calm on the outside, but the glances you both are stealing tell him everything. “Soo…how was your day?” Minho asks after another minute of silence. 

“It was…nice,” you nod gently, and Chan hums agreeingly, quickly taking another bite.

“Nothing unusual?” he asks, and Chan almost chokes on his food.

“Why?” you give back with a patient smile.

“That’s so rude, kitten, answering a question with another,” he huffs and playfully rolls his eyes at you. “Why would you think something unusual happened?” you ask innocently. 

“You two are fucking ridiculous,” Minho comments.

“What?” Chan asks nervously. “Why?”

“You know damn why, pretty boy,” he says, making Chan blush heavily. “You think I’m too dumb to notice you two were kissing each other stupid up there?”

Chan swallows softly, lowering his spoon and glancing at you nervously. “We-uh.”

“It doesn’t really mean anything, which is why we didn’t want to tell you yet,” you explain.

Minho takes another bite and squints his eyes at you as he chews. “Kissing doesn’t mean anything? Between two childhood besties that have been crushing on each other for years,” he points out and raises his eyebrows at you. “Since when?”

“I uhm…I’m still figuring things out,” Chan speaks up after a moment and awkwardly scratches his neck.

“You tend to kiss before you think, I forgot that for a second,” Minho smirks smugly, thinking back at their first kiss. 

“Min!” he protests and gently shoves his shoulder as the younger one giggles at him. 

“Whatever,” he huffs. “Just tell me once you have sex because that shouldn’t be part of deciding if you want to be together,” he says dryly, taking another bite. Both you and Chan blush at his words, lowering your eyes to the table. “Stop looking like two horny teenagers who just got caught, my god...Even though, if I think about it-.” He breaks out into laughter as Chan smacks his arm in protest, and you shove him beneath the table. 

“We’ll get there…I promise,” you chuckle, and Minho simply hums. 

“Knowing this guy's sex drive, I wouldn’t be so sure,” he says, and this time, Chan sinks deeper into his chair, pulling down the hood of his sweater to cover his face. Minho giggles softly and reaches out for him, soothingly rubbing his shoulder. “I’m just teasing you, Channie love.”

“We both know you love it, fucker,” Chan mutters at him sulkingly. 

“Why wouldn’t I`?” he grins smugly, and you kick him once again, accidentally hitting Chan, who flinches.

“What the hell was that for?” he asks, laughing as you apologize, giggling. “Fine! We kissed, and I loved it, but I don’t want to rush.”

“I can accept that,” you wink at him, and Minho buries his face in his hands, clearly exhausted by the two of you.

-

The next day, Chan’s back at the company, and Minho has a day off. You enjoy a lazy breakfast with Minho, still in your pajamas, before cuddling up on the sofa as a movie plays in the background. Minho mindlessly fondles your thighs and plants tiny kisses on your hair from time to time. It doesn't take long, and you're straddling his lap, kissing him longingly. You deepen the kiss hungrily, whimpering into his mouth as he pulls you in close, making you grind against him in the process. “Min,” you whine softly.

“Yes, beautiful?” he asks, agonizingly slowly kissing down your neck.

“Please,” you breathe out, pressing yourself down against the growing bulge in his pants.

“Please, what, pretty girl?” he asks lowly, sharp eyes shining at you. 

“Need you,” you tell him pleadingly. 

“Now?” he asks, giggling, fingers dipping below the waistband of your panties, collecting your juices. “Already so wet, and I haven’t even touched you properly yet,” he hums.

You rock your hips against his fingers needily, hand buried in his hair. “When will Channie be back?” you ask, and Minho raises his eyebrows at you, pushing two fingers right into you. A surprised moan leaves your lips, and you stare at him with wide eyes.

“Why? Want him to do it instead?” he asks, and the way you clench around his fingers betray you. 

“N-No,” you stammer, and your eyes widen as he starts rubbing your clit with his thumb. 

“You’re such a dirty little liar,” he smirks. “He kissed you, and you already think you’ll get a taste of my boyfriend, huh?”

You shiver at the way he claims Chan as his own and wonder if you made him jealous. “Just wanted to know so he doesn’t walk in on us.”

“Don’t pretend you wouldn’t like that,” Minho smirks and tugs at the hem of your shirt. “Come on,” he encourages you. 

You swallow softly and take off your shirt, your bra following, discarding both on the carpet. “Why would I want him when I have you, huh?” you give back, watching his eyes darken with lust. 

“Careful, kitten, I might believe you,” he chuckles before gently pushing you off his lap. You’re about to protest until you notice he’s pulling down his sweatpants and boxers in one go. “Well, come on then.”

You get up, quickly ridding yourself of the clothes left on your body before straddling his lap again. “Please,” you whisper softly, and he locks eyes with you as he grabs his dick, dragging its tip between your folds. A low, controlled groan escapes his throat, mixing with a sweet whimper of your own. You grip his shoulder tightly, screwing your eyes shut tightly as he pushes into you with a few precise thrusts. 

Minho moans deliciously once he’s fully buried inside of you, grabbing your hips. “That’s what you wanted, kitten?”

“Yeah,” you moan out as he starts guiding your hips, thrusting up into you. You start moving, desperate for his touch, eyes rolling back as he buries his face between your breasts, leaving soft bites. Your moans grow louder as he goes on, eyes fluttering close, body moving frantically on top of his. Minho’s no better, moaning your name against your flesh, gripping whatever parts of your body he can reach. Neither of you notices the front door opening, too caught up in your shared pleasure.

Chan hums softly to the tune playing in his headphones and types a message to Han, sending him a file of the track they worked on. He kicks off his sneakers and walks into the apartment, heart dropping to his stomach as he finally notices the pair of you. His eyes widen and he drops his phone. Chan quickly covers his eyes, stumbling away from you. "Oh my fucking god, sorry!" he exclaims and races up the stairs to their bedroom. 

You flinch on top of Minho and exchange a shocked look with him. “Don’t you dare stop now,” he presses out, shaking his head at you. He’s so close; he can deal with this later. 

“O-okay,” you stammer, thighs trembling already. Fuck. Only a bit more, and you would’ve cum.

Chan stands there in shock for a moment before quickly taking off his headphones, dropping down on his bed, and hiding his face in his hands. "No, no, no, you can't be serious," he curses quietly. Fuck, of course, he knows the way Minho looks, moves, and also sounds in bed. But…not with you on top of him, moaning his name so obscenely loud as your back arches. Chan only then realizes he hasn't closed the door properly, and he can hear your moans mixing with those of his boyfriend. He winces as he thinks of your body, all its curves and details, and sinks deeper into the mattress as he hears Minho moaning out your name in bliss. That shouldn't turn him on as bad as it does. "Fuck, no," he whispers as he feels arousal coursing through his veins. Chan hugs a pillow, covering his lap as if that'd make it any better. "No, no, you're not gonna get hard to the thought of your boyfriend and best friend fucking," he scolds himself before glancing at the door and biting his lower lip hard. He shouldn't. He really shouldn't. His inner conflict ends once you come upstairs, the door of the bathroom closing behind you.

Chan jumps up and races downstairs, spotting Minho on the sofa, only wearing boxers and a shirt, looking at him apologetically. 

"I didn't know you'd be home that early again," he contorts his face. 

Chan looks at him with wide eyes and takes a deep breath. "I-I thought we could get lunch together," he says barely above a whisper. 

Minho nods and tells him to sit down next to him, gently taking his hand. "Sorry, Channie." 

"Don't," he shakes his head. "She's your girlfriend, and there's nothing to be sorry about. I had my headphones on, so I didn't..you know, didn't hear." 

Minho nods and awkwardly scratches his neck. "Are - are you okay?" 

"No," he shakes his head and chews on his lower lip. "That…turned me on way more than it should," he whispers. Minho snorts in relief and wraps his arms around his neck, pulling him into a kiss. "Don't tempt me now," Chan laughs. 

"I think…you know what that means, huh?" Minho asks gently. 

"Of course I do," he sighs softly. "But she deserves better; that's why she has you." 

"Channie," Minho scolds him gently. "Stop talking shit and make a move, for fucks sake. She won't wait around forever."

"I'll talk to her tomorrow," he promises. 

"You better…Again, I'm sorry," he contorts his face. 

"Please shut up before I take you right here on the sofa," Chan warns him as the images once more flush his mind. 

Minho hums softly and leans over, littering his neck with kisses. His hand slips down Chan's thigh and into his lap, rubbing down between his legs against his growing bulge. "Huh, you did enjoy that," he mutters against his skin. 

"Minho," he warns him, hips betraying him and bucking into his touch. He jumps off the sofa and walks into the kitchen to get himself a drink.

Minho scoffs softly before following him and hugging him from the back, hands running up his chest as he presses himself against Chan's strong body. "Come on, she said she'll take a long shower and get ready to meet some friends. She won't be here for a while." 

"Well, then wait until she's gone," Chan sighs and pours himself some water, trying to think of stuff that would turn him off.

"Hyungie?" Minho whines softly. 

Fuck. Chan closes his eyes and inhales deeply. "Minho, I swear to God -," he starts out but stops when he feels him grinding against his ass. He turns around quickly and grabs Minho's chin firmly, making the younger one moan in surprise. Chan's breath hitches at how worked up Minho looks, pupils already dilated and dark. "Stop being such a brat, I said no." 

"Please, Channie love," Minho bats his eyelashes at him. He knows how to push his buttons to get what he wants. Minho's hands roam his chest, and he presses himself close, chasing Chan's lips. 

Chan grips his hips with a sigh before pushing his leg between Minho's. "Do what you have to, but if she comes downstairs, you fucking stop. We'll take care of this properly later, you hear me?" 

Minho nods eagerly and already grinds down against him, a low moan falling from his lips. He hides his face in his neck, hot breath, and open-mouthed kisses ghosting over Chan's skin within no time. Minho's hands grip Chan's shirt, hips moving with desperate need against him. "Hyung," he moans shamelessly, and Chan's brain stops working for a moment. 

Chan watches him intensely, mouth watering at the pure need Minho moves with, whining softly as he picks up pace. He can feel him leaking through his boxers against his bare thigh, and it's too much. Minho very rarely fully puts away his dominant nature, even though Chan mostly takes control in bed. Moments like this, with Minho clinging to him, begging him for more and too dumb to realize he could move at his own pace, wrecked Chan every damn time. He curses softly before shoving him off, turning him around, and bending him over the kitchen island. He shoves three fingers into Minho's mouth, who starts sucking at them eagerly. "You better be quiet and quick now," Chan growls into his ear. 

-

They don't notice you turning the water off upstairs, they don't notice you stepping out of the bathroom and making your way to the stairs. And they're not quiet anymore. 

You freeze at the top of the stairs, eyes widening at the sight of them. You have heard them before, not only once, but seeing it was something else. Minho's bent over the kitchen island, face buried in his hand as he tries to stifle his moans and fails miserably. His eyes roll back as Chan hits all his sweet spots, his jaw growing slack. His other hand is fidgeting as if he's trying to find something to hold onto. Chan's pounding into him at a rough pace, and Minho seems to love it. Chan leans forward, grabbing Minho's hand and giving him something to hold onto. The way he towers over him, whispering stuff into Minho's ear that makes him moan, does something to you. Fuck. You really want a piece of that Chan as well. You very quietly turn around and go back to your room, trying to ignore the way your body very clearly reacts to what you just saw. "Fucks sake, you got me back, Chan," you whisper to yourself. 

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Pretty Please

Pairing: Minho x Chan x fem!reader / Minchan x fem!reader

Word Count: 2953

Summary: You've ended up in bed with Minho or Chan as friends with benefits a few times by now. Chan and Minho had a similar agreement for quite a while themselves. After proposing to Chan to all spend some time together, he promises to talk to Minho. Coming home from an event Chan can't keep his hands off Minho, completely ignoring Minho's concerns about you still being home.

Warnings/Tags: yearning, teasing, dom!chan, sub!minho, smut (minchan focused)

A/N: I hope you like it, let me know if you'd be up for a part two🤭~Moon🌙

Minho chuckles softly as Chan buries his face in his neck, wrapping his arms around his waist as soon as he closes the door. Chan’s lips travel all over the back of his neck, hand fondling down his shirt until it reaches the hem of his suit pants. Minho’s breath hitches as Chan palms him through layers of fabric and melts back against him. “Channie,” he tries softly.

“Fuck, baby, you’re killing me tonight,” Chan growls lowly, leaving tiny bites all the way up to his ear. 

“Didn’t do anything,” Minho tells him, hand reaching back to bury itself in Chan’s curly hair. Chan lovingly rubs the growing bulge in his pants, his other hand slipping up beneath his shirt. Minho has trouble holding back a moan at the eagerness of his older friend. “She’s right upstairs, behave.”

“Isn’t she at some birthday party?” Chan asks, turning with him in his arms and glancing into their empty living room.

“Not sure,” Minho shakes his head, hissing softly as Chan sinks his teeth into his neck. “Wait a damn minute,” he giggles, gently freeing himself of his grip. He slips out of his shoes and bends over, putting them on the small shelf in front of the mirror. His eyes widen as Chan grips his hips, pushes his crotch against his bum with force, and makes him stumble at the impact. Minho blindly braces himself on the shelf and raises his eyebrows at him through the mirror. “Fucks sake, Channie, I got the message,” he laughs breathlessly, pressing back against Chan.

Chan buries his hand in his hair and pulls him up, marveling at the soft whimper leaving his friend’s lips. Wrapping his hand around his neck, he meets his eyes through the mirror. “I don’t think you did,” he rasps into his ear, smirking in success. Minho is shivering against him, leaning into his touch subconsciously, and stares at him for a moment. Chan knows that look all too well. He knows Minho is trying to gather his thoughts, trying to get himself together and pretend he isn’t dying for his touch. “What makes you think I was asking, kitten?” he asks, his voice growing low.

Minho can’t stop the moan tumbling from his parted lips this time. “Channie, please,” he whispers desperately. 

“Please, what?” he asks impatiently. 

“We should check if she’s there first,” he tries to reason with him. 

“Afraid you can’t keep quiet?” Chan asks, smirking. 

“I’m afraid of traumatizing her,” he gives back.

“I bet she’d love the sight of you falling apart on my dick,” he grins, and Minho’s eyes widen. “Those sweet little whimpers of yours, eyes fluttering close and all while you're trying to be good for me.” Minho’s knees buckle, and he grows heavier against his grip for a split second. “You’d like that? I know you’ve been thinking about her watching us before.”

Minho’s eyes grow even wider, and he frantically searches Chan’s, swallowing hard. “I want to make you both feel good,” he whispers, a little irritated that there doesn’t seem to be a single hint of jealousy or anger in Chan’s chocolate eyes.

“Don't be a dick, Chan,” you giggle, and Minho flinches heavily, staring at you bewildered. You casually lean against the door to your kitchen, watching them with a knowing smirk. When you were with Minho, he loved being in control, but that seemed to change as soon as Chan was around. You can't blame him; Chan has a similar effect on you, but watching the man dominating you in bed is very intriguing, practically dropping to his knees for his hyung. 

Minho swallows softly at the sight of you in a shirt he lent you. He gets lost in admiring the form of your body, the way your eyes light up as you smile, and the softness of your hair. 

He had been very attracted to Chan the moment he met him, and after years of working and growing together, they became friends with benefits. Minho would be lying if he'd say Chan doesn't mean a lot more to him by now. He helped discover a side of himself he hadn't known before, always making sure he felt comfortable and safe. You met the two of them a few years ago, and once you became their roommate, Minho found himself surrounded by two very beautiful and teasing people. He knows that Chan and you have been sleeping together occasionally as well, but he never dared to think you'd ever consider doing the same with him. Until you did…and god, he loves the different types of attention he gets from the two of you. Chan is a passionate lover, pushing him to his limits and making him experience a need to be ruined he didn't know he had. He knows that Chan only gets as dominant as he is tonight when he can't handle the sight of him. Minho knew he was in for something the minute Chan saw him stepping out of his room before their event. And then there's you. The sweet girl he loves seeing falling apart beneath him, longing for his touch at all times. You know how to wrap him around your finger, and he lets you every single time. He can't help it. 

You tilt your head at him as Chan turns with him in his grip and hums gently. "You do look pretty like that, Minnie baby." 

Minho's lips part with a tiny gasp at the all-too-familiar pet name. Chan smirks and tightens his grip around his neck a little. "What do you say, kitten?" 

"Th-Thank you," Minho stammers nervously, completely overwhelmed by the sudden developments. It's messing with his brain, not fully knowing how to behave. Chan's hand wrapped around his neck tells him very clearly to do as he says, to offer his all to him. You wearing nothing but that damn shirt makes him want to tell you how beautiful you look just for him. 

You push yourself off the doorframe and make your way over, locking eyes with Chan, who nods. You've opened up to Chan about a possible event, including the three of you, and Chan seemed intrigued. So, after a few talks, you've decided to have Minho decide if he'd be up for it. Minho gulps softly, pupils blown wide as you step in front of him, meeting his eyes. "Breathe, Minnie," you say and soothingly caress his cheek. He leans into your touch, closing his eyes as you kiss him tenderly. You can tell he's confused. Chan hasn't talked to him yet in that case. 

Chan's hand releases its hold on Minho's neck. He quickly wraps his arms around him as Minho stumbles a little, losing his balance at the sudden loss. Chan plants a sweet kiss on the back of his neck. "I got you," he promises, and Minho hums softly in response. 

Minho gasps at the loss of your lips against his and presses himself even closer to Chan to make up for it. You lovingly wipe your thumb across his lips before leaning forward. Minho chases your lips, wincing softly as you kiss Chan instead, right next to him. He watches as your mouths collide, unable to stop watching the two people he loves kissing each other. 

You moan softly as Chan buries his hand in your hair, pulling you back. "Babygirl's wearing my kitten's shirt, I see?" 

"It's comfy," you tell him, and Minho's eyes widen at the combination of your pet names. 

"Isn't our girl pretty?" Chan asks, lovingly kissing Minho's cheek. 

"Very pretty," Minho nods, smiling at you sweetly. 

"Mhm, thank you," you chuckle, glancing at them. "I'll be off in a bit, I'll sleep at my friend's place." 

"But not because of us?" Minho asks caringly. 

"No, dummy," Chan chuckles lovingly, and Minho bites his lip, trying to resist the urge actually to play dumb for him. "Remember that birthday party I told you about?" 

"Right," he nods, barely able to focus on anything else than Chan's growing bulge pressing against his bum. Minho subtly presses back and almost winces at how hard Chan grips his hip. He does it again, knowing he's playing with fire by now. Chan's grip on him gets even harder, making a low whimper fall from his lips. "Fucks sake, Y/N, get moving already," he presses out shakily, unable to hide the need lacing his voice. 

"Be nice," Chan cuts him off sharply, and Minho closes his eyes in defeat. "Go sit on the sofa, and don't you dare start without me." 

Minho scowls but does as he says, watching the two of you suspiciously as you go upstairs. He bites his lower lip hard, sitting on his hands to stop himself from giving in to the pure need pumping through his veins. Fucking Chan with his teasing and letting him drool.

You chuckle softly as Chan kisses you lovingly and accompanies you to your room. "Channie," you say gently. "Don't make him wait." 

"Someone's compassionate tonight," he teases you. 

"I know what a tease you can be," you giggle and grab your clothes. 

"Call me when you get there," he tells you, letting you change. 

You laugh but nod. "I will." 

"And if something's wrong. We'll pick you up," he assures you. 

"I know," you smile fondly. "I'll call once I'm there. I'll text you guys good night, and I'll call the second something's off."

"Good girl," he smiles and winks at you. 

You blush a little and wave him off. "Go, your kitten's waiting." 

Minho shoots up from his seat as Chan finally comes back downstairs. "Channie," he whines and makes grabby hands toward him. 

Chan smirks and pulls him into his lap as he sits down. "I'm here," he assures him gently, rubbing soothing circles on his hips. 

Minho's getting more desperate with every passing second. Suddenly, his suit feels uncomfortable, keeping him away from his lover. "Need you," he whispers, blushing heavily at Chan's intense gaze. 

"Need me?" Chan asks curiously. 

"So bad," he nods. 

"How bad?" he asks, raising his brows at him. 

Minho's blush deepens, eyes darting down as he starts feeling shy. "I-." 

"Look at me when you speak," Chan reminds him. "You've got such pretty eyes, it'd be a waste." 

Minho squirms a little before lifting his gaze. "Need you so bad, Channie," he says shyly. "You always know what I need."

Chan hums before burying his nose in Minho's neck. He grabs his hips, grip growing tight as he pulls him closer. Minho whimpers at the sudden but very needed friction. "Shh, pretty boy, she's still here," he warns him before licking up his skin agonizingly slowly. Minho's mouth falls open with a weak moan, and the slap on his bum that should serve as a warning isn't helping. 

"You're killing me here," Minho breathes out as Chan lazily kisses up his neck. He buries his hand in his hair in an attempt to steady himself. 

"Patience," he says gently. 

"You're one to speak," Minho groans in protest. "If you would've been patient, we wouldn't - I'm sorry -," he squeaks as Chan pulls back and raises his eyebrow at him warningly. 

"You're testing me today, kitten," Chan says calmly, and Minho's eyes widen in shock. 

"I'm sorry, Chan hyung," he says and starts planting tiny kisses down his jaw and neck, hands roaming his chest in an attempt to calm him. "I'll be good, I promise," he continues, smiling as Chan leans back, exposing his neck for him. He knew that would work. 

"You better," he says, already forgiving him as he litters his neck with small bites and heavy kisses. Minho scoots back on top of him to reach more of him, making them both moan at the friction. 

"Fuck, Channie," Minho breathes out. "Can I - just until she comes downstairs," he begs, and Chan hums in agreement. Minho doesn't waste a second, dragging his hips all over Chan's lap. A few slow, practiced rolls of his hips later, Chan's head drops back against the sofa. 

Chan's eyes flutter close at the relief flooding his system with Minho moving on top of him. "Such a good kitten," he praises him, biting his lower lip hard as Minho mewls. Fucks sake, this boy is driving him crazy, and it takes everything not to take him right here and now. Chan pulls him into a heated kiss, humming at the feeling of their lips meeting. "Gonna fuck you so good. Mark you up so everyone knows who you belong to," he promises against his lips, and Minho takes it all in like an addict. 

"Call me yours?" Minho gasps softly, eyes fluttering as his movements fasten up. 

Chan groans and moves with him in his arms, making Minho lie on his back. He hovers over him now, pressing down against him and chasing his lips. "Mine. You're all mine, Minnie," he rambles and forgets about his promise to wait until you're gone. He pulls down Minho's pants to his knees and pushes his fingers into his mouth. Minho eagerly sucks at his fingers, moaning around them heavenly. Chan returns to kissing him as he opens him up gently but quickly. Minho fumbles with Chan's belt, pulling down his pants enough for him to push into him as soon as he can. 

Minho groans as Chan pushes into him, squeezing his eyes closed at the sudden burning but pleasurable pain. "Fuck," he whispers, realizing Chan was too far gone himself to think about anything else than the two of them. He eagerly pushes back, pulling Chan close to him. 

"Taking me so well, baby," Chan grunts, burying his face in his neck. "So good for me." He thrusts into him quickly and roughly, his need taking over. 

Minho holds onto him, loud moans falling from his lips freely now. "Feel so good, hyung," he whimpers deliciously as he gets pushed deeper into the cushions with every thrust. 

"My pretty boy," Chan praises him, kissing every bit of his neck he can reach. 

"Say that again," Minho begs breathlessly, stomach flipping already. 

You grab your handbag and carry your heels in your hand as you make your way downstairs. You stop in the middle of the stairs, too stunned to move at the sight in front of you. Apparently, they gave up on waiting. Your ears burn up as you try to make yourself leave but can't. 

Minho's gripping the back of Chan's jacket, arching into him and shaking beneath him. His shirt is ripped open messily, and Chan's planting open-mouthed kisses on whatever part of his skin he can reach. Minho's eyes roll back with a delicious moan, and the way he whimpers is new to you. Chan's pounding into him at a desperate pace that tells you just how fucking needy your hyung had gotten. Low groans leave his throat as he pushes them both closer to the edge, and he has trouble holding himself up on his arms. 

"You're mine," Chan tells him, hitting his prostate and making him arch against him. "My beautiful kitten, my sweet boy, my pretty baby," he babbles as Minho melts more with every praise. "One day, I'll make sure everyone knows you're mine. Taking me so well, baby boy." 

Minho can't even warn him anymore, painting their expensive suits as he comes hard. He moans his name obscenely loud, hand shooting up to cover his mouth in shock, eyes rolling back and toes curling as his body shakes. 

"Fuck, kitten, who told you you can cum," Chan growls, hips stilling as he follows only seconds later. He pulls out a little, smiling as Minho makes a protesting sound. 

"Stay, please," he says sweetly. "Want to feel full a little longer." 

Chan smirks and pushes back inside, getting comfortable on top of him. He mindlessly rubs his hip, closing his eyes as Minho plays with his hair. 

"Seriously? On the sofa?" Your voice suddenly rings through the silence. 

"Don't make me mention what happened on that kitchen island," Minho simply replies, still catching his breath. 

"Or that carpet down there," Chan pants softly. 

"I hate you two," you groan, knowing you lost. 

"No, you don't," Chan snorts. 

"It'll change once you're needy," Minho smirks. 

There's a deafening silence after that, which makes both of them look at you confused. Chan picks up on the way you're gripping your heels and subtly pressing your legs together first. "Huh," he snorts. 

Minho raises his eyebrows, noticing your lips quivering as you exhale shakily. "That soon, honey?" he asks sweetly. 

"That's not fair, you know," you pout. 

"What isn't, baby girl?" Chan asks, amused. "That I'm fucking him instead of you?" he adds, pulling back and pushing back in. 

"Fucks sake," Minho moans out, surprised. 

"Or is it that he's not doing anything to help you out either because he's busy doing as I say?" he grins. 

"You're being mean," you whine and look at them, forgetting completely about the party. 

Chan raises his eyebrow at Minho, who meets his eyes, almost looking a little confused. “Should we make her wait it out…or take care of her?”

Minho’s jaw drops a little, blushing heavily as he searches for words. “You mean…together?”

“Yeah,” Chan nods. 

Minho glances over at you, and the look in your eyes tells him everything he needs to know. You’re dying for their touch. How could he deny you that? “I-uhm.”

“Minho, please,” you beg softly, and his stomach flips at the need dripping from your voice. 

He clenches around Chan in the process and closes his eyes in defeat as Chan gasps softly, noticing. Fucking hell, he’d die tonight.

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