#bangchan one shots

[torialefay]

🪐 Venus in Scorpio 🦂

(based on astrology) 🔞

✨bangchan x reader (f); this is literally just smut with a little bit of astrology lol

✨word count: ~3.5k

✨first part in a series!!! (The next ones won’t be so horny, i promise lol) Together, let’s take a look into chan’s natal chart to see what type of boyfriend he would be… this one just so happens to involve the smuttiest of the smut lol

✨i will give a brief synopsis of what each chart placement means throughout the series (for all my non-astrology friends out there <3) and how that would affect channie in a relationship :)

✨ author’s notes:

(1) i have seen some stays come to the general consensus that chan’s birth time is 8:54 pm, but i have never found a source where he states or confirms this. if you have the proof, let me know and i will re-do this post! otherwise, i do not want to speculate about birth time, as it can affect many aspects of his chart!

- *UPDATE*: some sweet stays confirmed this birth time! so we’re good to carry on :)

(2) since his birth time is unknown (to my knowledge), some aspects of his chart cannot be determined, such as house placements, ascending sign, etc. i will ONLY be writing about his definitive placements, which are his sun, moon, and planetary placements.

(3) the aspects in this reading are based solely on my opinions and interpretations! nothing about a person is set in stone simply because of astrology. please don’t use anything i say as canon :)

✨warnings: extreme smut. you have been warned; minors DNI!!!

Venus in Scorpio: Venus is the planet of beauty and love (it is the ruler of Libra, so of course!). This accounts for both platonic and romantic love.

-Scorpios are known for their moodiness, emotion, intellect, and captivating auras. They love and find beauty in the darkest of things… Think moody tumblr bf chan. This is literally his venus in scorpio

-Because Venus in Scorpio has a very dark energy, he will most likely be attracted to dark, feminine, alluring beauty. It also explains why he is attracted to the color black and wears it often.

As your boyfriend:

• chan is borderline obsessed with you. maybe actually obsessed with you. on a level that transcends superficial. he is obsessed with your soul. in a way, he feels like he can SEE it. he gets so frustrated with himself because he feels that he can never get close enough to you. he will never be close enough to you until he joins his soul with yours. he quite literally wants to consume your mind and spirit. to live with it- live inside of you- as if it was he himself.

• he is extremely possessive over you. he cannot even think about another man touching you. although he may not say anything at first, males giving you any sort of attention would deeply bother him, as he feels like your souls are tied to each other. and how dare someone try to take what is his.

• if he sees you with his members and thinks you are getting too close, he won’t bother mentioning it to you. he will take that member aside and establish some ground rules. it is fine to play around with you, but any emotional investment they make into you is not okay and will not be tolerated.

• he waits to have sex with you. for a couple of months even. the tension between you two is absolutely insane, but he waits. he wants to know you, body and soul, before he takes any part of you. because for chan, sex means something, he knows how amazing you are, that’s why he fell for you in the first place. and he wants to be perfect for you and fully know you before there’s no going back

• the first time you have sex is absolutely magical. Better than you could have dreamt. He wants to make it special for you, for his special girl. He waits until the right time and until he knows you are ready. He has planned a lavish date for the two of you, a beautiful private dinner tucked away in a forest, illuminated with what seemed like a million candles and dazzling lights. A private chef had cooked for you and left, leaving the two of you in each others’ company.

• Every night with him is special, but this night is different

• He is incredibly gentle with you all night, whispering how beautiful you look and taking your hand ever so gently into his.

• He makes sure to repeat to you how lucky he feels to be in this moment with you and how lucky he is to have you

• He looks so beautiful in the candle light, stars in his eyes that are focused on your own. Occasionally they peer down to your lips, but then slowly move back up to look into the deepest parts of you.

• After dinner, he swiftly peppers you with kisses and holds your waist with one hand, the other hand intertwining with your own. He leads you to the car and drives home, taking his time to make sure his girl makes it there safe.

• When inside, he continued the beautiful candle theme, now with flower petals and another new bouquet. He kisses along your neck until you sigh deeply and give in under the weight of his chest

• He gently sits you down on the bed while maintaining a deep kiss, cupping underneath your chin so gently that you thought he was scared to break you

• His tongue slipped into your parted lips, and something gutteral suddenly came out of him at the feeling of being inside of you in some capacity

• His grip on your chin started to become tighter, moving down to your neck. He couldn’t separate his lips from you for fear that you’d fall away from him entirely. He hung on to you for dear life. Hungrily tugging at your bottom lip, he tried to pull you as far into him as he could without physically devouring you.

• He started to get so worked up that he couldn’t bare it anymore. He needed more of you. He needed to feel you and to transcend you. His girl, and only his girl. He needed to make you HIS.

• His hands started moving down your body, grabbing firmly as if he wasn’t sure you were really there. Your shoulders, your collarbones, your chest. God, he couldn’t believe the way that you felt underneath him.

• “Can I?” He broke away from the kiss to ask you this much. He couldn’t bare the thought of you saying no, but he would never jeopardize this love he had for you. Love… Adoration… Wonder... Obsession…

• When you breathily panted out a “yes”, he made quick but gentle work to lift your dress from the bottom of your pelvis, all the way lifting it up over your head and off. So gently, so so gently so that he didn’t mess up a single hair on your beautiful little head.

• The way you looked under the candle light took his breath away. The curves of your body left him in awe. So unlike his hard, squared, and rigid frame. You were soft, you had shapes along the lines of you, and you were fucking beautiful, he thought. He could not believe you were really for him.

• He looked down to your breasts, then back up at you, again asking for permission with his eyes. With an approving nod, he reached out to hold one in each hand. Rubbing back and forth across your nipples over the protection of your thin bra. He just kept watching you, starved to know what reactions you would give him.

• He trailed one hand down until he was positioned right over your underwear.

• Looking into your eyes, searching for any kind of resistance in them, he slightly parted his lips and licked them, moaning ever so slightly while pressing his hand with a light pressure into the fabric of your underwear. You felt him almost pull back a bit, looking a bit dazed and slightly overwhelmed, so you pushed into him yourself.

• Staring at you from above, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. His perfect girl, feeling perfect, because of him. He applied more pressure and watched as you started to grind against his hand. He let out a moan and felt his dick twitch just hearing your breathing start to quicken.

• He didn’t want to push his luck, but he also knew that he could do better. He could make you feel so so much better. Slowly, he put his other hand on your stomach to slow you from grinding down on him. His other hand made its way underneath your underwear and started to ever so slightly drag his fingers along the outside of you. Feeling how wet you were made him stop and want to fucking scream. To cry. He could barely understand the emotions he was feeling. He just knew that he couldn’t stop loving you if he tried. Now, he wanted to worship you.

• He inserted 1 finger slowly, letting you adjust. When your face started to relax and look like one of pleasure, his dick became rock hard. He needed more of you so badly.

• Once he knew you were comfortable, he added another finger and watched your face. He watched the way that it curled up and how your mouth dropped open. He noted the way that your eyes squeezed shut and how you sounded when you breathed out so close to his neck.

• He began to pump his fingers into you, slowly until he knew you felt good, and then picking up ever so slightly. He curled his fingers up slightly and waited for your reaction.

• Fuck, did he get a reaction. When he heard you whine his name, it echoed in his head over and over again. “Chan. Chan. Chan.” He has never loved hearing his own name more than in this moment. His perfect girl. He couldn’t control himself anymore.

• He started to slam his fingers into you and leaned down to take in the entirety of your mouth. He thrust his tongue inside, and sucked on every inch of your lips he could get ahold of. He didn’t care if it was too rough. He didn’t care about anything anymore other than marking you forever as his own. Marking you as a part of his soul, and him a part of yours. After tonight, you would be inexplicably joined forever, living as one. You wouldn’t have to be his obsession anymore if you lived in him. He would simply always have you.

• He pulled from the kiss abruptly and stared at your face. He memorized how beautiful you looked with your eyes rolling into the back of your head. Almost like you were possessed by him, he thought. And that is all that he wanted. He would possess every part of you. He began to stare at you, dauntingly. “Look at me,” he ordered sternly, until your head slowly came upward to hold his eye contact. There was something different in his eyes. Like he was hungry.

• “I’m going to count to 10, and I want you to come for me.” He didn’t ask for permission. He said it so matter-of-factly he could have been telling you his name. Something must have switched in him directly after though, following up with a low “Okay princess?”

• Surprised at his own switch, he couldn’t believe how you did that to him. How you activated so many different parts of his brain at the same time. How every inch of you controlled what little brain capacity he had left. His soul almost left his body when he heard you gather your small voice enough to say, “Yes, my love.”

• “10,” he said, almost sheepishly, as if waiting to see what your reaction would be. Pumping his fingers now even harder into you, you let out a small moan. It agged him on.

• “9,” he came in close to your ear, starting to lick and suck ever so slightly around the outside. Anything gentle about him had left his body.

• “8,” he dipped his tongue inside your ear, licking away in slow, tiny motions. He felt like he was savoring every second he could have with you. You felt too good underneath him to not tease you a little bit.

• “7,” he moved to the area between your ear and jaw. He bit and sucked at it. He sucked so hard you thought he would rip into you. Somehow he didn’t,

• “6,” he dipped down now to your neck, licking all the way as he went. Intermittent kisses and licks peppered down until he had found his target. The sweet spot right where your neck ended to meet your collar bone.

• “5” he bit down. The look on your face of pain with excruciating pleasure was all he needed to see.

• “4… almost there my sweet girl,” he breathed out against the new-forming bruise at the base of your neck. His fingers started to slam into you and angle in just the right spot. As he heard you mumble “fuck” under your breath, he pulled his face up to be right in front of yours. He wanted to see you when you came for him. He wanted to see you when you gave yourself fully to him.

• “3” he wandered his other hand down to rub small circles around your clit. Light enough to make you jump and writhe under his touch. He loved to watch you squirm like that. He loved the control he had over you. When he heard you mouth his name again, he started slamming into you relentlessly with his fingers. ‘Say it again, say it again, know whose you are,’ he thought to himself. “Hmmm?” He teased. “Fuuuuck Chris,” you cried out to him. This was it. He was going to fucking take you.

• “2… I want you to fucking take it baby... Take it for me. You can do it.” He continued to slam into you, fingers still making light circles on your clit. He had never seen a face in such ecstasy. He brought his face down until his forehead was touching your own. Nose to nose. He looked into your eyes like it was the first time he’d ever seen love. Real love. Real passion. He was sure that this was the first time had seen love. But even more, this was the first time he had ever known love. Love and y/n were synonymous to him now. He was never going to live without you again, not after this moment. He craved you and he needed you. He was going to make sure that he had you for the rest of eternity.

• “You’re mine,” he whispered against your mouth, and then bit down heavy onto your bottom lip, moaning into you. Heavy, like he was going to devour you until there was nothing left. Like you were the most delicious thing he had ever taken a bite of. And he planned to consume all of you, down to the soul. His bites were unrelenting, like he was starving for you this whole time. You couldn’t tell if there was blood. Shit, you couldn’t tell if there was anything even left, but you didn’t care. And he didn’t care. You were his. He suddenly pulled his head away and stared down into you. All of a sudden, you felt known. His fingers went faster on your clit until you couldn’t take it anymore.

• “1. Right fucking now. Let me see my perfect girl come for me.” He raised his voice. He watched you transcend. Jolts of lightning were rushing through your body. You felt all of your limbs twitch and then fall out, lifeless, like your soul really was gone. Chris took it. He took all of you and he was leaving nothing. He continued to pound his fingers into you until you had nothing left. You screamed, you cried, you cursed. You couldn’t stop. Wave after wave, it hit you until you were shaking uncontrollably. You tried to close your legs, to stop the overstimulation, but Chris held them open. He wasn’t leaving until there was nothing left of you. He felt too good and he was too good. You started to sob. You couldn’t hold it back. Tears streamed down as you held out for one last orgasm. “Chris please, Chris PLEASE,” you pleaded, tears coming out. “I- fuck-“ you felt another bolt of tingles shoot down your leg. “I’m almost done. Please… please, last time,” you could barely get your words out.

• It turned Chan on so badly. Seeing how gone you were for him. Seeing how much of yourself you had given to him. His baby. His girl. His immortal soul. Crying to him out of desperation and immeasurable pleasure. He was satisfied. And so with that, he bent down and kissed your forehead, then your tears. “Yes, my love, last time.” He pressed down hard onto your lower abdomen, just enough to give more pressure when he struck his fingers into you at just the right angle. It was absolute perfection, and pure bliss washed over you. One, two, three, four…. five pumps and you’re over.

• He leaned his head back and smiled ear to ear. You had started to convulse uncontrollably, squeezing hard around his fingers. ‘What a view’ he thought, eyes growing larger at the sight of your perfect body giving every last bit to him. You were exhausted. You were worn down. You weren’t even sure you were still in the world. But that was okay to Chan, he knew he now had you tied to his soul forever. It didn’t matter where you thought you were, because now, he would always be with you.

• Coming down from your high, you had tears still coming out of your eyes from the overwhelming emotion of it all. Your mouth was dry, heaving heavily to try and catch your breath. Your mind was trying to collect itself, slowly opening one eye at a time.

• Chan pulled his fingers out slowly, so as to make sure he didn’t hurt you. Once you came to, he gently grabbed behind you and sat you up. He laid your head forward onto his chest so that you could continue to collect yourself, wipe your tears, and get your breathing back to normal. He pulled your head close to his heart. You could hear it beating slow and steady. He then pulled you back ever so slightly and cupped your face. When he saw you with tears still in your eyes, he wiped them away with his thumbs.

• “Oh my sweet baby,” he whispered and brought his forehead to yours. You could see a tear starting to form in his eye. Then another. Then another. Chris was crying.

• “My sweet, sweet girl,” he repeated, whispering and trying to soothe you. He held onto your face even tighter. “You are so perfect for me, you know that? You did so perfect.”

• You nodded your head lightly, tiny tears still forming in your inner eye from looking at your tear-stained boyfriend. “I’m so in love with you, Channie,” you whispered, now cupping his face too. You planted a kiss on his nose. He grinned at your from underneath his eyelashes.

• “I’m so in love with you too.”

• “So, I’m yours now huh?” You laughed, wiping away your own tears.

• “You’re mine,” Chris said, leaning forward now and smiling into the side of your neck. He laid you back down onto your back as gently as he’s picked you up. “And I’m yours,” he said, now towering over top of you.

• He moved his body to rest between your legs. He planted gentle, soft kisses along your entire body. Any place he bit, bruised, or marked was now being pasted over by the whisper of his calm kiss. Starting from your neck, all the way down until he was face to face with the area he had just used to control you. He planted one last, gentle, sweet, loving kiss and raised back up.

• “You’re mine, and I’m yours,” he said, moving his body on top of you, trapping you in a cage of his limbs. He kissed your lips gently, so as not to hurt any bruises he may have given you. To him, you were the most delicate thing in the world. And you were his. He wanted to be fully yours too. He wanted to be etched into your soul, never to be removed. The thought of living this life eternally tied to you made his heart swell. It made his dick swell too. ‘Oh shit’ he thought. He had gotten so caught up in the moment that he wouldn’t dare ask you to do anything for him. But you felt the twitch. You knew better. You were exhausted, and he knew that. But in that moment, you didn’t care. You wanted to complete the perfect night.”

• “Baby?” You looked up at him.

• “Yes love?” He looked at you with all of the love in the world. He would bend over backwards just to hear you speak his name. Whatever question you had, the answer was undoubtedly, unequivocally yes.

• “I gave my all to you. It’s only fair that you give your all to me. I need you to show me how much you love me. Let’s commemorate the night.”

• He sat and stared at you for a long moment. ‘Let’s commemorate the night.’ You were right, he would give everything to you too. And then you would be one. Forever. His girl forever. Her man forever. He felt his soul latch on. You’re his. Venus in Scorpio.

Link: Venus in Scorpio: Part 2 - "The Night He Took You"

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I would like to request for husband Chan X wife y/n, where Chan comes home drunk attending an after party and gets all romantic and suggestive with y/n

⭑ “unresistible” ⭑

⭑ bang chan x female reader

⭑ content includes: non-idol bang chan, non-idol reader, mentions of drinking, drunk chan, established relationship (married), oral (f receiving), use of pet names (baby,honey,channie), releasing

⭑ note: let’s just say anon has taste because i had so much fun writing this. i hope you enjoy it!

⭑ minors dni

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you lay in bed staring at the screen of your phone, waiting for a call, a message, a photo but nothing came your way. as you turn to face the empty side of the bed your husband should be laying on, you hear the click of a door and one lock, two locks. his heavy footsteps approach the bedroom.

“hey baby”…

you continue to face the wall, hoping to let him know that you’re bothered by how late he arrived home. he promised he would be back before midnight on a night out with his friends, but it’s well past midnight and you waited patiently for him. the alcohol reeks off his body as he walks to face you and he happens to wear one of your favorite outfits: a black shirt and black trousers that you bought him on your second anniversary. it had the first letter of your name embroidered on the top of the shirt with a delicate, golden thread.

“i’m sorry baby, i just-“ his words trail off, knowing there was no success in making excuses. you glance at his face, feeling a sense of guilt. he has worked hard all week, and only hangs out with his friends on fridays to spend the weekend with you. he also was unresistible, always carrying a romantic and suggestive look in his eyes.

“it’s ok channie, get washed up and we can discuss it tommorow”

he reveals a small smile, and turns to the bathroom, undressing on his way there.

he lets out a long “aaah” as he plops his head on his pillow, hair still wet and straight. you couldn’t resist playing with his dark strands and twisting them with your fingers.

“i missed you baby, i’m sorry for being late” his hands grab yours and he places a kiss on the inside of your palm.

“it’s ok honey, as long as you had fun”

“mm, it was ok. nothing beats the fun i have with you” you both laugh at his remark

“what type of fun? you’ve always made fun of me for being a workaholic”

“ ‘yknow, when we wind down, and i get to have you for the night” he expresses, words slurred and spoken slow. his fingers trace your shoulder blades, and he lowers the sheets to place a kiss on the trails his fingers left. you feel a shudder run through your body and he moves up, to look back into your eyes. he always looked graceful when he’d come back home drunk, face flushed and eyes lustful. you place a peck on his lips and retract your head, only to feel his hand on the back of your neck bringing you back and locking lips with you, intertwining tongues and whispering “i’m sorry” and “i miss you baby” repetitively. you feel his hand moving down to grab at your shorts, grinning as if he doesn’t know what’s going on.

“you really want to do this now channie?”

“mhm, and why not? getting pussy drunk from you is better than any alcohol i can drink” and with that he dives under the sheets, pulling your shorts and underwear down, exposing your cunt to him. he trails kisses from your knees and down to your thighs, bringing them up to his shoulders. he hums in satisfaction before licking your wetness, letting a moan escape your parted mouth. his tongue explores you in all ways, curling inside your folds, rolling circles at your bud and flicking it.

“you’re so good baby”

“h-honey slow down, please” but he wouldn’t listen, rather he uses his fingers to play with your clit as he kisses and sucks your folds, leaving hickeys inside your thighs every so often. you grab at his, now damp, hair as your body prepares to release. your back arches and he pulls you back down, reaching your good spot countless times before you let out a final whimper of relief, your pussy dripping wet. chan let’s your sweet release coat his tongue and he swallows it, moving up to look at your sweaty face. he places a kiss on your forehead before grabbing napkins and helping you clean up.

you cuddle in his warmth, locking lips with him for what felt like hours. almost falling asleep in his arms, you gain consciousness of the situation again, laughing to yourself.

“how do i let you come home late and eat me out?”

“ ‘dunno baby, it seems like you can’t resist me”

you weren’t suprised he knew how your mind works. after all, he was your husband, and yours only.

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tsundere

Stray Kids Imagine

Summary: some tsundere moments with the boys

18+ !! Mature themes and suggestive content

-OT8

6.5k words

Bang Chan:

Before you ever even talked to Chan, you had a preconceived idea of him because of all the rumors surrounding his aura and persona by people who had never actually spoken a word to him.

You thought he was cold, standoffish, kind of scary, and a bit unapproachable, just as everyone else did. However, at a gathering with a few mutual friends, you found yourself with Chan beside the snack table and you could not have been more wrong. He was beyond kind to you and this was the first time you had ever even had a conversation with the handsome man.

All it took was this one conversation for you to absolutely fall head over heels for the man and you quickly exchanged numbers. One thing led to another and here you are, dating the absolute love of your life.

Everyone around the two of you, upon finding out you were seeing each other, were quite confused to say the least. You are known for being swwer and liked by everyone upon first meeting them. To everyone on the outside, you and Chan seemed like polar opposites. They assumed he was the tsundere boyfriend type and had impure thoughts of corrupting your image or other ulterior motives.

They figured he was using you for his own lustful desires and had no intentions of caring for you.

If only they had seen him outside of the environment that the two of you were associated with. You were often seen at parties and other get togethers, hanging out with friends. If they had seen him outside these social settings, they would he shocked.

Standing in line at the coffee shop? His hand was placed in your back pocket. Walking down the road in autumn? He had your hand interlocked with his own and had the bundle stuffed into his hoodie pocket, of course.

One night, he is throwing a party at his house and invites all of your and his friends to the get together. You run out of drinks and snacks much quicker than you initially anticipated and offer to go to the store and grab some more before it gets too late. Chan seems a bit reluctant to let you go which is perceived as possessiveness by the ones looking in, instead it was just concern for you walking alone.

"I don't mind walking with Y/n," your friend speaks up from the couch, a random man clinging on to her that you can only assume she was trying to escape from. "Perfect. Let's go," you reply and she quickly joins you.

"I'll be right back!" You assure to Hyunjin before walking out the door, assuming he would relay the message to you protective and concerned boyfriend. You step out the door and start down the hallway with your friend.

"You just saved me and you don't even know!" your friend grabs your arm and shakes it and you laugh but before you can even respond you feel your phone vibrating in your hand. You look at the screen and see Chan calling.

"Yes?" You answer the phone in a sing-song voice. You hear a little bit of shuffling on the other end and the faint music from the apartment in the background, as well as still being able to hear it since you were only a few steps away from the apartment.

"Baby, you didn't tell me you were leaving. You didn't even give me a goodbye kiss," you can practically hear the pout on Chan's face. You feel a small blush on your face as your shocked friend listens to your 'tsundere' boyfriend on the other end.

"Chris, I haven't even made it down the hall yet," you complain and place a hand on your hip before continuing, "Open the door, you big baby," you continue and turn around to head back towards his apartment. Before you can even take a step, his apartment door is swinging opening.

"One sec," you mumble to your friend and rush back to the apartment door, your sweet puppy dog of a boyfriend waiting for you with a pout on his perfect lips.

"Hi," you smile as you approach him and gently place your hand on the side of his face, bringing his lips to yours in a sweet kiss, slightly longer than a peck, but not long enough to embarrass you.

His hands rest on your lower back and he leans in, placing another quick kiss to your lips before pulling back and rubbing his nose against yours, causing you to scrunch your face.

"Hurry back. I miss you already," he complains and you roll your eyes at his cute clinginess. "Yes sir. I won't be long," you reassure him and pull his hands off your back. He grabs your hand and places a quick kiss to your knuckles before letting you back away from him.

You give your precious boyfriend one more smile before jogging back to your friend, waiting for you with her jaw practically on the ground. “Don't forget those drinks Jisung likes! He said you would know what he's talking about!" You hear him yell behind you and you hold out a thumbs up without turning around.

"Why do you look so shocked?" you approach your friend and she blinks at you a few times before closing her mouth. "Why do I look so shocked?!" she exclaims and grabs you by your shoulders before continuing, "I just found out your tsundere boyfriend is actually the biggest golden retriever boyfriend I have ever seen in my life!" She practically yells and you can't help the laughter that falls from your lips.

Lee Know:

You walk into the waiting room of the venue and see the back of your boyfriend's, Lee Know's, head sitting on a black leather couch. You walk up behind him and scratch his head gently. He leans into your touch, knowing it was you without having to look at you.

You circle the couch and sit next to him, pulling your legs up to sit cross legged. You scoot an inch closer to him and allow your knee to rest on top of his thigh.

"Hi evil bunny," you tease and he rolls his eyes, allowing his hand to find its way to your knee and rubbing shapes absentmindedly as you pull your phone out. It was only the two of you in the room and you were both enjoying the comfortable silence.

Before you could enjoy it too much, however, you hear the familiar loud echo of the rest of his bandmates' voices coming down the hall and towards the room. They boom into the room, singing God knows what and all start to gather in the seats around you.

"Hi, y/n," Han plops himself down on the opposite side of you and lays his head on your shoulder.

"Hi, Hannie," you reply and reach up, patting him gently on the cheek before continuing on your phone. He lets out a deep sigh before finishing his thoughts.

"Can you kill your boyfriend for me?" He speaks up again and you let out a chuckle.

"Yes of course. What did he do this time?" you inquire and lock your phone, placing it down on your lap. "Wow. You agree before even knowing why? Having a tsundere boyfriend must suck more than I realize," Han comments and Minho scoffs beside you.

"He made us practice sooooo late last night and we have a show tonight and I'm beyond tired," Han complains and Minho finally speaks up for the first time since the boys have entered the room, "Han Jisung, I did not make you stay up for an extra three hours playing that stupid game," he replies simply and Han sits up, letting out a dramatic gasp before slouching in the seat and letting his head rest on the back of the couch.

"I don't think he's a tsundere anymore, Hannie hyung. I think y/n broke him," Jeongin speaks up and everyone turns to look at him. He tilts his head towards the two of you and the room all observes your boyfriend rubbing your knee before he stops abruptly, pushing your legs. This causes them to uncross and your feet land back on the ground.

"Hey!" you object but its too late. You have already ruined his tsundere reputation and now he has to be a pouty kitty about it. "I'm not turning soft. She's just so obsessed with me that if I don't give her attention she complains," he insists to the room and you can't help the small giggle that escapes as you unlock your phone again and go straight to your camera roll.

"Unlock your phone, Ji," you turn to him quietly and he obeys, unlocking his phone without asking any questions. He gets an airdrop notification from you and has to cover his mouth to prevent the laugh from escaping when he sees the photo.

It's a picture of Minho laying between your legs, his cheek pressed to your stomach and his arms wrapped around your torso. You lean over to Han and whisper so only he can hear, "But I'm the clingy one right?" you whisper and he lets out a chuckle before leaning over to you and glancing at your phone. You open the album labelled "my evil bunny" and start to scroll through.

He clicks on a mirror picture of the two of you in the full body mirror in a dressing room and Minho had his entire arm wrapped around your leg, his other hand on his phone. You obviously were just trying to take a picture in the dress to probably send to your best friend. You know for a fact he doesn't know this photo exists.

You click the arrow to air drop it to Jisung for blackmail and notice that Seungmin's airdrop was on as well and before you could stop him, Jisung airdropped it to his younger friend who immediately accepts it.

This carries on for a few minutes until all of the members have at least one photo or video of Minho being insanely clingy and sweet to you.

"Okay I can't stand it anymore!" Minho's voice is slightly louder than normal. "What is everyone giggling about?" He demands and throws his hands in the air. Chan is the first one to turn his phone around and show his new lock screen, a picture of his younger member with lipstick kiss marks all over his face and his cheeks and ears blushing like crazy.

His face immediately matches the blush in the photo and he turns his head to you quickly.

"Karma, baby," You stand quickly and run out of the room before he can get his hands on you.

"Y/n-ah!"

Changbin:

You had been extra needy for your boyfriend's attention since yesterday but he wasn't giving you the time of day. He had gotten home the night before from a recording session and apparently he didn't sound as good as he wanted himself to (you assured him he sounded great, as always, but he did not listen). You could tell all morning that something was up with him. This session seemed to really have gotten to him and you wanted to do whatever you could to make him happy.

Which is how you ended up where you are now.

At the gym, sweating your ass off.

You do your last rep and stand up to let Changbin take your place on the bench and do his next set. He replaces the weights you had with the weights that suited him best and lays down to do his own bench press.

You spot him but by spot him, you just kind of stand at his head and stare at his chest and arms on every rep he does, trying your best not to let your wetness seep through your leggings. You bite the inside of your cheek to try to keep yourself sane.

You can't help it! How would everyone else feel if their insanely hot, talented, and appealing boyfriend was working out one of his best assets right in front of their eyes! (changbitties) Especially since you had been so needy for him and he barely even cuddled you all night!

You bite your lip as he re-racks the the bar. He stands silently, unusual for him, and moves to the machine next to you, which is one of your favorite because not only does he look so good doing it, but it also gives you a decent and noticeable bicep pump.

After you complete your first two sets, you can't help but look at yourself in the mirror and pull the headphones off your head. You wave to catch your boyfriends attention before he starts his next set. He pulls his own head phones off as he sits down in the machine seat.

"Baby, look at this pump," You comment and flex in the mirror. You turn and flex again, observing your biceps in the mirror, pressing on the muscle with your other hand.

"Mm," he hums in response and you pout at his response, he didn't even pretend to indulge you. He pulls his headphones back on and you know he doesn't mean it, he's just in the zone and has been in a mood. Still! You can’t help wanting a compliment on your muscles.

"How tsundere of you," You mumble and he stops right before he starts his set, letting out a low chuckle. "I can read your lips sweetheart," He raises his eyebrows at you and you cross your arms over your chest at him, rolling your eyes before sticking your tongue out at him. He smiles at the childish gesture a taps your foot with his own.

"Your pump looks very good, my dear," He says in a sarcastic tone but you shake your head. You don't even want to hear it anymore. The moment has passed so it doesn't have the same effect on you. He finishes his set and pulls his headphones off his head at the same time you pull yours back on and take his spot, pressing play on your music again.

You could see out the corner of your eye that he was talking to you but you ignored him as you completed your own set. After completing your last rep, he pulls your headphones off your head to force you to listen to him.

"Now who is being a tsundere?" he questions and you swat his hand away to pull your headphones back on but he doesn't let go.

"Do you want to go do leg press so I can compliment your glute pump?" he offers and you perk up at this. A small smile gracing your face and he can't help pinching your cheek.

It always gets you excited to do legs and glutes with your boyfriend especially when you're supposed go be doing upper body. Let's be honest, legs and glutes are just so much more fun!

He pulls you to your feet and presses a quick kiss to your lips before placing a hand on your lower back and guiding you in the direction of the other side of the gym.

"Come on," he starts walking towards the leg machines and you follow happily behind him, not before stopping and flexing in the mirror again.

Hyunjin:

You walk into Hyunjin's art room and plop yourself down on the couch, taking note of your boyfriend jumping at the sound of your body making contact with the fabric. He had to be extremely focused to not have even noticed you walk into the room.

You stare at the side of his face for a while. His long hair was pulled back into a bun to prevent it from falling in his face and you let out a sigh. He really is so pretty. You keep staring at him, waiting for him to finally turn and give you his attention but after a few minutes, you cave and talk to him first.

"Whatcha doooooing?" you drawl out and he glances over at you before dipping his brush back into some paint and continuing what he was doing.

"Jinnieeee," you whine out when he doesn't reply to you and you throw your head over the arm of the couch, looking at your long haired boyfriend from a new upside down angle. One you had never seen him from before but he looks stunning nonetheless.

"Babyyyyy," you try again, but to no avail.

"My love, my prince, my favorite person in the whole entire universe who has my entire heart and I can't stand to live without and can make me-"

"What baby! Yes, y/n. What do you need from me??" he interrupts you, annoyance in his tone but he doesn’t look up from the painting he's doing.

"I don't like you ignoring me, Jinnie," you reply in a slightly bratty tone. He lets out a sigh and lets silence linger in the air for a few moments but decides it would be best to yield to you if he had any intentions of finishing what he was doing and not getting completely distracted by you.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" He answers your previous question with another question and you roll your eyes.

"I'm boooored," you complain to him and he lets out another sigh. You let your eyes drift to the canvas that he has his brush stroking across. The colors all look a little too familiar.

You sit up, the blood rushing back to your extremities, and look at the incomplete painting a bit more closely. The flowers, the trees, even the clouds in the sky all look familiar before it clicks.

"Are you painting our lunch date we went on?" You inquire and stand up, walking over to your boyfriend who locks his phone as you walk over and you tangle your hand in the hair at the nape of his neck.

"No, ma'am," he replies, dismissively, and leans into your touch slightly. "I guess you did serve a purpose coming in here though. You broke my focus and made me realize how much I have to pee," He stands and walks towards the bathroom. You can't help the curiosity and reach for his phone, unlocking it and it opens right up to the reference picture for the painting.

You had taken pictures on this date and posted them on social media but the photo he had pulled up, this was the first time you had ever seen it. It was a photo of you, your body was facing sideways and your side profile was captured perfectly in the light. You were holding one of the yellow wildflowers in your hand and you had a white one tucked behind your ear.

He had taken a picture of you that you never knew about and your heart flutters at the whole situation. You can't even begin to try to hide the grin that spreads across your face.

He had taken a photo of you and thought it was pretty enough to make into a painting. You felt the back of your eyes burn slightly, the tears wanted to fall so badly at the sweet gesture from your boyfriend.

He always has such interesting ways of showing you his love and affection towards you, but he had never painted you. Sure, he had sketched you hundreds of times but it never made it onto a true canvas and the thought of it makes your heart swell five times.

"Happy?" Hyunjin's voice sounds from behind you. His hand strokes the back of your head, scratching your scalp slightly. You turn to him, his face only a few inches from you. He wanted to be a tsundere boyfriend so bad but he truly is the biggest softie.

"Thank you, my love," You whisper as if someone else is listening to you. His eyebrows furrow in confusion.

"For?" He questions and you lean in pressing a quick kiss to his lips. "For loving me so much," You reply and lean in again to close the gap between the two of you. He really is too cute for his own good.

Han:

In this instance, it appears you would be the tsundere. But it was completely valid! All the cocky asshole does is constantly tease you. You believe that deep down, Han Jisung just truly enjoys getting a rise out of you.

Fortunately for him, and quite unfortunately for you, he knows exactly what buttons to press to really piss. You. Off.

"Do you like me better with black or blonde hair?" Han turns his phone towards you, showing you a poll that a stay had posted of which hair color stays thought looked better on Han. You look up from your phone, blinking at the side by side photos a few times.

"They both suck," You reply before continuing on your phone.

"Well what color was my hair when you fell in love with me?" He speaks up without missing a beat, almost like he was expecting your answer. You let out a groan, letting your head fall back.

"Remind me to never compliment you again." You let out frustratedly. He was enjoying this game of teasing between the two of you far too much for your liking.

In a stupid drunken game a few nights ago, Changbin had asked you who out of the boys you thought was the most physically attractive.

"Oh Jisung, for sure," you answer without hesitation and throw another shot back, causing yelling and hooting to echo among everyone in the room, whether it is because your confession or the shot you just threw back, you have no idea.

"I don't know, princess. Seems like you really have the hots for Sungie, if you ask me," he shrugs, raising his eyebrows at you a few times before kicking his feet up on the coffee table. You roll your eyes at him for what feels like the millionth time just that day.

"Good thing I didn't ask you then, isn't it?" you reply and he laughs. "And don't call me that," you add on. Your heart already races when you're around him so the use of pet names does not help at all.

God, are you a sadist! What is with you enjoying this constant teasing and banter?! You had never been like this with anyone before but something about Han just really got to you, and he knows it.

"You don't like princess? What would you prefer? Baby? Honey? My love? Sweet girl-"

"Jisung stop!" You whine out, covering your ears quickly, feeling your face raise a hundred degrees in temperature. You can only assume you are beet red because of his assault on your heart strings.

You stand quickly, not being able to be in the same room with the man anymore. He had you wrapped right around his finger and you know that he knows it. Cocky bastard.

"Or is it that you like it too much, princess?" He speaks, standing as well to follow you into the kitchen, passing Felix sitting at the dining room table. He had hit the nail on the head but you would never let yourself admit that.

You groan again, throwing your hands in the air in frustration of not being able to get away from the man.

"Stop following me!" You exclaim as you reach the kitchen, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge and he leans against the counter. You glance over at Felix, his back turned to you and he was on his phone but he was likely listening to the two of you.

"I can't help it. You look so pretty from behind, princess," he was really milking this nickname and the effect it had on you was borderline embarrassing. "And this is my house," He continues and you let out an exasperated sigh.

"Bye, asshole," you start to push past him to go some where else, any where else. "Bye, princess," he replies lowly, almost seductively as you walk by him. He doesn't move out of your way and instead lets your body graze against his own, causing flames to ignite in your body and, unknown to you, his as well.

"Can you two just kiss already? Damn! I'm sick of the constant bickering and sexual tension between you two," Felix finally speaks up from his spot at the table, unable to hold it in anymore. "Are you both not sick of constantly pining after each other? It can't possibly be that entertaining," He stands from his spot and walks towards his room, leaving the awkward moment just as quickly as he created it.

You and Jisung just stand there in silence, staring at where Felix was sitting until Jisung clears his throat.

"He might be on to something," He speaks, nonchalantly and you snap your head towards him.

"Han Jisung!"

Felix:

Felix freezes again in the middle of the choreography , your eyes felt like they were boring into his skull, looking all the way at his brain. He groans, removing his hat and running a frustrated hand through his hair before putting the hat back on.

"Y/n, you have to stop looking at me. You're ruining my concentration," You blink up at Felix. He had invited you to come watch him dance for a stage that was coming up and needed an unfiltered and completely honest opinion about his dance.

However, it was not going according to plan. The two of you had been in the practice room for 45 minutes and he has yet to be able to make it through the entire dance without getting distracted by you.

"Isn’t my whole purpose of being here today to look at you though?" You stare up at him from your spot on the floor, your head falling into a tilt and Felix swears he could just melt into a puddle right there.

"Yes but stop looking at me like that," he comments and your eyebrows drop into confusion at your friend. You shake your head slightly, your lips parting.

"Lixie, I don't know what-"

"Never mind. Let me try it from the top again," he interrupts you before you continue and you nod eagerly as he walks back over to the computer to start the track over once again. Only 30 second into the dance though, he can't help his eyes falling to yours, big and glassy.

You were staring up at him so sweetly and he wanted nothing more than to see them water from how good he could make you feel...

But you are just friends so he can't help but turning to tsundere behaviors to try to gaslight himself into not daydreaming about burying himself in you every time he lays his eyes on you.

"Maybe I'm just too pretty," you tease, trying to ease the angry tension that had fallen due to his obvious frustration at not being able to get this dance down.

"It's because your eyes are boring so deep into my skull, I can feel them," he rejects your joking with an impatient tone and you tense up at the energy change. "Maybe it’s you who thinks I'm pretty," He rolls his eyes and turns back to the computer again to restart the music. "You're worse than Stays," he grumbles again as he almost reaches the computer.

You feel a slight pang in your chest at his words. It isn't that they're harsh but they are just so different from the Felix that you know and love and had surely fallen in love with.

"You're right. I do," you speak up right before he start the music and he freezes. You can see the back of his neck and ears gain a pink tint.

"Oh shut up," he replies and you can hear the slight smile in his voice. Bingo, you figured it out. You were making him nervous. You stand from your spot against the mirror and walk over to Felix.

He has in a sleeveless tank top and his shoulders, arms, and sides were basically completely exposed to you. You run your nails down the middle of his back gently, causing goosebumps to form over his shoulders and arms.

You lean in and press a kiss to the back of his exposed shoulder and he lets out a shaky breath before turning to face you. He grabs your wrist, pulling you into his body into a swift motion and you comply, pressing your chest to his. You push him back a step so he is pressed against the desk holding the computer, using your body weight to keep him in place.

You grab the brim of his hat, pulling it off his head and running your fingers through his hair, pushing it out of his face. You lean into him, pulling by the back of his neck towards you until your foreheads are resting against each other.

"Can I kiss you?" You ask quietly, trying your best not to break the mood of the room. Instead of answering you, he closes the gap between you and presses his lips to yours. His hands find purchase on your hips as he deepens the kiss.

Your lips fit together like two puzzle pieces and he feels all the tension slowly flow out of his body as his tongue explores your mouth. He pulls away, resting his forehead against yours again.

"Do you want to know why I can't get this choreography right?" his fingers thread through the belt loops on either side of your jeans and you hum in response, prompting him to continue.

"I can't stop imagining how pretty you would look with your eyes filled with tears while I fuck you against the mirror," he breathes out and pulls you in to kiss you again before you even have time to process his words.

Seungmin:

You feel the chills form on your arms as you continue talking to Jeongin on the couch. You love coming and seeing the boys, especially since you have the biggest, fattest, stupidest crush on Kim Seungmin.

But, one thing you do not love about the boys house, is they keep it at a crisp 68° F (20° C), meaning that you were always cold at their house. You had left your sweat shirt in your car and we're too lazy to go all the way down to the parking lot to get it, especially as you and the youngest got into a conversation about a recent movie you had been watching.

"I don't know, Innie! I just really don't think he is that bad of a guy! I kind of understand where he is coming from," you defend the antagonist of the movie and sub consciously pull your arms tighter around yourself as Jeongin replies.

Seungmin enters the room and mutters something about ordering take out and it should be here in a little bit before heading back out the room. A few minutes later he returns and walks over to you on the couch.

"Here, stupid," he mumbles and tosses a piece of black fabric into your lap. You pick it up and look to notice that it is a hoodie of his and you look over at him as he sits in the chair across from you two and pulls out his phone.

"I ordered from that new Chinese restaurant," he pulls up the receipt to the order and tosses his phone, making it land in the cushion between the two of you. Jeongin picks up Seungmin's phone and you pull the black sweatshirt over your head. As soon as you get it on, your sense are overwhelmed with Seungmin and you can't stop the blush that takes over your face.

"Wow. He even got your order right," Jeongin turns the phone to you to show you the receipt to the order and lo and behold, the tsundere Seungmin did know your exact order, down to the sauce.

"Thank you, Minnie. For the sweatshirt and for the food," You smile at him and he makes eye contact with you for a moment before leaning over and taking his phone from the younger's hand.

"It's whatever," he mumbles and grabs his phone to get back on whatever social media he was getting on. "Where is your sweatshirt?" He asks almost disinterestedly. You can't help your smile growing at the fact that he knows you always bring a hoodie to keep you warm at their freezing house.

"Left it in the car and was too lazy to actually go get it," you reply and he hums in response before Jeongin speaks up. "Did you hear us talking about this movie, hyung? What do you think?" He prompts and Seungmin hums again, placing his phone down.

"I agree with Y/n," he replies with a shrug and stands up from his seat.

"That isn't fair! You always agree with her," Jeongin whines and he lets out a chuckle before walking out the front door. You continue your conversation in Seungmin's absence and a few minutes later the front door opens again and Seungmin reenters, placing your keys down on the coffee table in front of you, along with the takeout and your sweatshirt.

"Aw Seungmin! You love me so much," You smile excitedly at him and he rolls his eyes at you, pink creeping up his neck.

"No. I just don't need you ruining my sweatshirt with your girl smell," he 'complains' but makes no effort to make you take the sweatshirt off. Not even hours later when you accidentally fall asleep, your feet resting in Seungmin's lap as you lay across the couch, his finger tips rubbing your calf lightly. 

The other boys were forced to be subject to the movie debate and after the credits start rolling Seungmin speaks up. "That's a good movie. I can't believe I have never seen it before," he comments and Jeongin all but snaps his neck in his direction.

"But you literally said you agreed with y/n's opinion of the movie earlier!" He complains and Han laughs beside the two.

"He is down so bad," Han sing songs as Seungmin blushes, throwing a pillow in his direction. The boys were completly unaware of your rousing state amongst their arguing and you happened to hear Seungmin not denying that he was down bad for you, making your heart pound in your chest.

I.N:

"Innie, baby?" you announce yourself as you walk into the room. He is laying on his stomach on his bed and you can't help yourself from laying down on top of his body, your chest to his back and he grumbles at you, incoherently.

"Get off," he whines and starts wiggling under you with a laugh, trying to push you off of him. You comply and roll off of him, laying next to him on the bed instead.

"Don't be a meanie to me because you can't beat your stupid game," you complain and poke him in the cheek once. He chooses to ignore this statement and instead stays locked in on his game.

His lips tuck inside his mouth in concentration, causing his dimple to appear and you poke his cheek again, this time in his dimple. He leans away from you, letting out an exasperated breath, whether it was at you or his stupid game was unclear.

"Don't touch me," he whines, once again and you fall flat onto your back on the bed, spread eagle, one arm across his back and one leg across his own leg.

"But you're so cute," you try to reason, looking at his dimple and reaching up to poke it again but he leans away from you, letting a whine of your name slip past his lips. He really does get all whiny when you start acting like you actually like him.

"My whiny little baby," you grumble and throw your other arm over your eyes before continuing.

"Hour 757 with my boyfriend not giving me any attention," you pause and peak over at him. You know he is listening to you but he isn't acknowledging you in the slightest, not even sparing you a glance. You decide to continue your theatrics.

"Beginning to feel faint," you throw your arm back over your eyes dramtically, "Losing hearing in my right ear and vision in my left eye," you let out a deep sigh.

"Stop being so dramatic," he grumbles before letting out a cuss, and you hear him dying in the game.

"What was that? Sorry, you have to talk into my other ear. I'm losing hearing in this one," you roll over to your side, your back to Jeongin and let out another exasperated sigh.

You wait to hear the sound of him respawning in the game but instead you feel an arm wrap around your midsection, pulling you flush against his chest.

"So I can't touch you but you can touch me?" You question but smile nonetheless at the attention you are finally receiving. 

"My dramatic little baby," he whispers in your ear, using the same teasing tone you had used when calling him whiny. You smile before reaching back and wrapping your arm around the back of his head, letting your fingers gently rub his scalp.

"One more time? This is still my bad ear," you joke again and he chuckles against the back of your neck. 

"But I'm giving my needy girlfriend attention now. Is she not cured?" He comments and you turn your head to make eye contact with him. You hum, as if you're pondering the question before shaking your head. 

"I think it is going to take way more than one little hug to heal your needy girlfriend from all she has been through in the past 663 hours," you reply with a prompt nod.

"663? I thought it was 757 hours?" He raises his eyebrows at you and you gasp dramatically, "Oh no! It's starting to get to my brain," you smile at your boyfriend who mirrors your grin and you start to drop your arm around him and he lets out a small whine.

"I thought you didn't want me to touch you?" You question and he buries his face into your neck, "Shut up," he grumbles against your neck, before grabbing your arm and placing your hand back into his hair.

"I love you too much," he lets out quietly, careful not to break the comfortable tone of the room. You smile and turn again to face him, his eyes are big and staring at you before they dart down to your lips then back to your own eyes.

"You got a funny way of showing it Yang Jeongin," you cant help teasing him more at his tsundere behaviors.

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𝚆𝙾𝙻𝙵𝙸𝚂𝙷 ⇢ 𝗕𝗔𝗡𝗚 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗡&𝘺/𝘯

First off, thank you so much Anon for suggesting this absolutely adorable idea! And if you've got an endless supply of them, go ahead and send 'em my way! I'll make a list.

That being said, I honestly had a lot of fun making this one. I have an 8-year-old little boy, so I kind of got to relive that time during my pregnancy. I hope I did your suggestion justice and you enjoy it! If you read this, thank you. Please reblog to share as it honestly makes me insanely happy when others can enjoy my work!

STORY RATING E for everyone.

TYPE husband!chan and wife!y/n, slice of life

CONTENT WARNING Brief use of explicit language at the end, otherwise absolutely NOTHING besides a ton of fluff!

W/C 2,160

“Oh my fucking god,” I groaned, the sudden mention of a food I’d been craving almost daily suddenly evoked the undeniable necessity for said the item. Immediately, “That sounds absolutely fucking delicious, baby."

“Y/n?” 

My attention bounced from the phone in my hands over to the nurse straddling the doorway directly between the main waiting area and exam rooms. She clutched a clipboard close to her chest as her eyes leveled with my own, a soft smile blooming across her face in greeting.

“Chris, babe, c’mon. That’s us.” 

My fingertips grazed his bicep, having quickly traveled down to his forearm to deliver a placid squeeze. 

Chris’ eyes sought mine as an shallow hum resounded from his chest; the palm of his hand asserted the gentlest of guiding pressures against my lower back as we both made our way to the waiting nurse. 

———

“Alright, Y/n. I’ll have you hop up here,” The nurse gestured with a nod in the direction of the the exam chair. “How’s your first trimester been so far?” 

I padded towards said chair, positioning my body so my behind was pressed flush against the chair’s edge. I planted a palm on either side of my hips and hoisted myself up the rest of the way, “Ah, well, y’know…its been an experience, I’ll say that much.” 

A seasoned hum bristled from the nurse, who had already started to prepare the sonographer’s machine. The quiet click, click, clack of the mechanical keyboard filled the room as she navigated through several menus before locating the correct patient file. 

“This is your first, right?” Her head moved to make eye contact, however her body maintained it’s station as her hands continued to fly across the keys. 

The nurse paused, her focus dialed into me as I acknowledged with an affirmative hum. 

Her head returned to it’s previous position as she flipped through several more menus, logging updated numbers for my vitals, “Well, I’d say calling it an experience is quite accurate! You both excited to find out the gender?”

Noticing Chris had become distracted on his phone, presumably answering something important, I gently nudged his elbow with my foot to capture his attention. 

His eyes flitted upwards, darting between the nurse and myself as a sheepish smile painted his features. Chris readjusted in the chair directly adjacent to the exam chair, sliding his phone into his back pocket before responding, “I have been counting down the days. Between myself, Y/n and my bandmates, its an even split.” 

Having completed the prep work for the sonographer, the nurse swiveled on her heels as she faced the both of us, “Well, good thing you there is a 50/50 chance someone is right. Though, I’ve gotta know, what are mom and dad hoping for?” 

Sharing the same braincell and without missing a beat, Chris and I responded in tandem, “Girl.” 

———

“Alright, Y/n, I’m going to take a view measurements and make sure everything is growing the way its supposed to and that everything is in its correct place. So I may get quiet for a moment, but after I’m done, the we will do the exciting part, yeah?” The sonographer clarified as she pulled a pair of latex gloves from an overhead cubby near the machine’s monitor. 

Drawing in a gulp of air, I signaled my understanding with a brief nod of my head, “Take all the time you need! Baby’s health is way more important, of course.” 

She flashed me a brief smile before she spun her chair back into position to face the sonogram’s display, promptly sliding her finger over the probe’s ON/OFF switch to the on position. As she held the probe in one hand, she grabbed hold of the conduction gel and tilted it upside down before giving it a few solid shakes to shift the settled gel to the open end. 

“This might be cold, I’m sorry!” 

Her fingers gingerly squeezed the bottle as it dispersed in a little blob near my belly button. She oriented the bottle upright and returned it back to the slot in the sonogram machine, she then touched the probe to my tummy. The probe passed over my skin from belly button to slightly below the top of my underwear before the clicks of the keyboard indicated the input of data. 

Approximately 10 minutes passed, the whirring of the machine kicking up a notch anytime the sonographer captured a particular angle to get a better measurement, before she turned to face Chris and I.

“Well, good news is Baby Bahng is growing right along schedule and looks absolutely perfect. Baby's length is around the 75th percentile for gestation, but I’m not too entirely worried about that as getting super accurate measurements when they’re still this little is a bit harder, especially length. Are there any questions you have about this part?” 

“Chris?” I broke eye contact with her to make my own with his, whose eyes were transfixed on the sonogram display during the duration of the sonographer’s exam, “If he doesn’t, I don’t.” 

“As long as my little pumpkin is happy and healthy, I don’t have any questions.” His eyes connected with the sonographer’s as they upturned in pure pride. 

She met his response with a perfunctory nod, “Alright. Let’s see if we’ve got a girl or a boy, shall we?” 

“Absolutely.” Chris’s reaffixed his gaze to the monitor, his words near imperceptible, but laced with such anticipation awaiting the sonographer’s findings. 

I sensed the sudden warmth of Chris’ palm, pressed firmly right above my kneecap, as his fingers compressed into the sides of my leg in a secure grasp. I untucked the hand nearest Chris, my fingertips finding the security of his free hand. Without so much as a twitch, our hands interlaced and fingers slotted together. 

“Alright, let me zoom in just a bit here…” She paused, leaning towards the monitor to get a better view before clicking the mouse to magnify a bit closer, “Yep. Thought so. Congratulations to the both of you! You will be welcoming Baby Girl Bahng…in give or take about 6 months. Let me get some pictures printed for you both.” 

She lifted the probe from my growing bump, wiping and sanitizing clean the probe’s transducer before slotting it back into it’s holder. While she took a moment to toss her gloves in the bin directly under the sonogram desk, she handed me a cloth to wipe up any remaining gel she missed during clean up. Her chair softly creaked as she swiftly returned to her chair and begin printing sonogram photos for Chris and I. 

Upon hearing the words Baby Girl Bahng, Chris and I made eye contact. And so much was said without saying anything at all. 

“A girl…” I breathed, the grip with Chris’ hand only strengthening. 

“A girl.” He spoke so resolutely, and rightfully so. But it was in more ways than just having been told so. From the moment I had told him I was pregnant, he emanated this entirely new type of confidence in virtually everything from handling the ebb and flow of my emotions to the rather normal or insanely bizarre nature of my cravings. And never, not once, did he question his ability in becoming a father. 

But in this moment, it was like that confidence only amplified upon itself—wholly unwavering in any capacity whatsoever after hearing the news that we were  going to be having a girl. It was in moments like these I was reminded that falling in love with him was quite possibly one of the easiest things I’d ever done. 

———

“Lemme get the door for you, baby.” Chris’ feet shuffled towards the car door, his hand gripped the underside of the handle as he pulled upwards so he could usher me inside. 

As I situated myself in the passenger seat, I wrestled the seatbelt from behind my shoulder and adjusted the lap portion under my bump. Chris’ door opened and he begun to settle into the driver’s side just as I clicked the belt into place. 

“I already know the answer to this question, but I’m going to ask it anyways,” Chris slotted the key into the ignition as he placed his hand on the gear shift, throwing it into reverse before resuming his query, “How does a strawberry cheesecake concrete sound right about now?” 

“Oh my fucking god,” I groaned, the sudden mention of a food I’d been craving almost daily suddenly evoked the undeniable necessity for said item. Immediately, “That sounds absolutely fucking delicious, baby. Can we snag some salt and vinegar chips, too?” 

Chris guffawed at the request, already knowing that any answer other than yes would be the wrong one, “Of course, baby girl, we can definitely do that. Y’know, I was talking with Jihyo the other day. The topic of your cravings came up.” 

“Oh? Tell me more.” 

“Well, the ice cream and chips weren’t anything out of the ordinary to her at all. Those are rather timid in comparison,” Chris shifted his focus to me briefly, flashing one of his perspicacious glances in my direction, “It was the…weird and absurd ones that she honestly got a kick out of.” 

“Oh god, Chris. What did you tell her?” I whinged, bringing the palm of my head to my forehead in preemptive embarrassment. 

“Remember that time you sent me out at like 2am because you demanded salt and vinegar chips?”

“Oh Jesus Christ, yes I do.” 

That wasn’t the only thing I demanded, though. 

“Yeah, but then you demanded marshmallows, chocolate and graham crackers because you absolutely required those items to make ‘salty s’mores’ and if you didn’t get those items, you were going to—and I quote—‘expire’.” Chris couldn’t help the goofy smile that surged across his face. 

“Listen. Those were absolutely delicious and I’ll die on that hill.” I crossed my arms over one another as I feigned some kind of weak attempt at indignation. 

“Hey! I never said they weren’t. I tried one, remember? I thought they were tasty.” 

“I forgot I made you try them, now that you mention it.” I let out a soft chuckle, “What else? I know that wasn’t the only one you mentioned.” 

Another boisterous giggle filled the car, “Well, I definitely mentioned the very specific ice chips you like from your favorite restaurant and the spicy buldak ramen you’ve been eating almost every day. But I think the kimchi with any kind of sour candy you can manage to get your hands on or the recent habit of putting ketchup on quite literally anything is what managed to really baffle her.” 

“You did not tell her about the kimchi and sour candy.” I winced, throwing my head back against the headrest. 

“Oh hell yes I did. How could I leave that one out?” Chris’ voice dripped with a amusement, finding my reaction to be almost as funny as the craving itself. 

“I cannot believe you,” I shook my head. “Hold on, what did you tell her I was putting ketchup on because I know how ridiculously you can exaggerate.” 

“I left the obvious ones out, of course. That just seemed pointless. But, I told her about the scrambled eggs and macaroni and cheese,” Chris paused, his eyes taking in the lilt of my brows as he pulled into the parking lot of our favorite ice cream parlor. “But I might have mentioned you also like it on kimchi, dipping egg rolls in it…that fried rice Minho makes…I did mention tacos and sometimes, but not always, the buldak ramen. I think that was it.” 

The expression that overtook my face was nothing short of deadpan, “I’m going to end you, Christopher.”  

Once the car was in park, Chris erupted in laughter, “You’ll do no such thing. You love me.” 

I rolled my eyes, pinching the bridge of my nose between my pointer and index fingers, “Sleep with one eye open tonight.” 

The laughs quickly progressed from general light-heartedness to Chris’ signature squeaking-laughs, only wavering in intensity as he continued to intake air. 

“Stop laughing at me!” I shrieked, my hand unknowingly making contact with his shoulder. 

“Oh baby girl,” his laughs halted as he took the hand I thumped him with in his, “Jihyo found it absolutely weird, yes, but also completely endearing. As do I. Endearing that is. You’re growing a whole damn human. You have every right in the world to eat the most eccentric food combinations you want and do so as you damn well please. And I will procure those concoctions whenever you ask.” 

Once again, despite feeling a wee bit ridiculed for my rather odd pregnancy cravings and the subsequent winding up I received for it, Chris always had this proclivity for knowing just what to say when he could sense even an inkling that I might become upset. This sense only seemed to intensify since becoming pregnant. Add yet another reason why choosing to love him was the most effortless commitment I could’ve made. 

“C’mon. Lets get inside and order you that ice cream, yeah?”  

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[lixxiebrownies]

.*+STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE+*.

. * +🍰bangchan x reader (18+ mdni)

. * +🍰summary: he always wanted a taste of your strawberry shortcake

. * +🍰tw: big daddy bangchan energy, Mentions of the word daddy and baby/baby girl, eating pussy/ oral f! receiving, smut big smut

. * +🍰authors note: I say soon but it’s never soon😞 and hopefully in the future it won’t take this long and my writing won’t be short af😀 also inspired by Melanie Martinez ‘strawberry shortcake’

The light of the sunset peeking through the windows had a certain glow on your body that Chan has always loved, but you wanna know what he always loved and wanted more? To have a sweet taste of your strawberry shortcake, especially the way you move it makes him want it so much more, and that’s where you found your self.

Chan was making swift movements on your pussy or what he liked to call ‘strawberry shortcake’ he’s always wanted this he loves this feeling and you do to..

Chan was licking harder and harder his tongue circling around your clit and one of his hands playing with your nipples “you like this baby? I bet you do…” he mumbles while trying to get you to your high and trying to push down his own he always said that your needs become before his.

“S-so delicious…my baby has the best strawberry shortcake in the world…daddy loves his strawberry shortcake..” his tone was low but you were to close to speak he kept lapping up your clit and it was almost your almost at your 4th orgasm but it was too good the way he circled your clit with his tongue and every few minutes he would thrust his fingers in and out it felt like pure bliss and the way he would enter his tongue inside you…it felt to good for you..

Your orgasm was getting closer and closer and so was chans even just by making you feel good it makes him feel good…”mm..c’mon baby..let go for daddy…let go..” you couldn’t hold it anymore cumming all over his mouth and his cum glistened chin fitted him so perfectly but then he went right back to it gently lapping up your juices from you pussy and peppering little kisses on your clit and your thighs…”ready for more baby girl..?”

You thought it was over but it only just begun…

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[channiesbedroom]

Pancakes for Breakfast | bc

I spend my entire life thinking about what Chan would be like as a Dad so have this little oneshot of cuddly appa Chan !!

- Dad!Bangchan x Reader - No warnings, just pure sweet fluff

“Appa! Appa! Appa! Appa!” Chan turned to face you, half of his head hidden under the duvet. You snort, unable to contain your laughter as he gives you his best impression of puppy-dog eyes. Your daughter continues to shout from her bedroom – “Appa! Come here!”.

“Darling, you’re not Seungmin. The puppy eyes don’t work on me. Go and get your child.” With a huff, he throws the duvet off, sliding out of bed and slowly tucking his feet into his slippers.

“Our child.” He mumbles as he stumbles out of the room, still half asleep. You let yourself lie back on the plush pillows, easily dropping back off to sleep as the shouting stops, and your 2-year-olds voice becomes softer, clearly happy that her Appa has come to get her out of her crib. It feels like you’ve barely gone back to sleep before a weight appears on your stomach.

“Mama, mama, mama.” A tiny voice whispers directly into your ear. “Mama needs to wake up for breaky.” You open your eyes tentatively, finding yourself face to face with Sarang, your daughter. She’s lying on top of you, with her face mere inches from yours.

“Good morning my baby.” Her face scrunches and she huffs. “What’s that face for?” You giggle.

“I’m not a baby, Mama. I’m a big girl.” You wrap your arms around her tiny body and squeeze her, struggling to lift yourself up with her weight still lying on you.

“The biggest girl. Shall we go and see Appa?” She nods frantically, wriggling until she’s out of your arms, sprinting down to the kitchen. Chan is standing at the kitchen counter, a stack of pancakes and a punnet of strawberries in the middle of the table.

“Ta-da! Mama, Appa made us pamcakes!”

“Pancakes, sweetheart. Not pamcakes.” Chan laughs. She clings to his leg, nuzzling her head against his flannel pyjama bottoms. You try to slyly take your phone out of your pocket, hoping to capture a picture of the sweet moment, but Sarang notices immediately, letting go of Chan and pulling her face into a huge smile, tiny hands trying their best to form a peace sign.

“Bang Sarang, you are such a poser.” Chan lifts her up under the armpits and sits her on his hip, pulling the same face, and holding the peace sign slightly more effectively.

“Just like Appa, hey?” He’s grinning from ear to ear. You love seeing Chan like this. You were young when you unexpectedly got pregnant with Sarang, and you never expected anything from him, but he was the perfect father to your little girl. He had to spend so much time working and travelling, but he always made an incredible effort to spend time with her, facetiming her every single day that he was away. He was the perfect boyfriend too, despite the crazy late nights, after which he’d creep into bed, trying not to wake you. Being in a relationship with an idol was hard – despite you having been in a relationship since you were teenagers, you’ve had to keep it secret from nearly everyone. Only your direct family – your parents and siblings, and of course his family, know all the details. You’ll never forget the emergency meeting you had to attend with JYP only a few days after you saw those 2 lines, where you had to sign a special contract about keeping your secret.

You look back to your 2 favourite people, who by now are sitting at the table, scoffing pancakes faster than you could imagine. You are constantly impressed by Sarang’s ability to eat just as fast as her father.

“Mama! Eat your pamcakes, they’ll get cold!” Her bossiness, however, she definitely got from you. She looks at Chan, tiny arms crossed, and her brow curved into a frown. She slips into Korean easily, telling him that he needs to scold you so that you’ll eat faster. Chan laughs.

“Sarang, you can tell your mama that yourself!” You’re laughing with him. Your Korean still isn’t perfect, despite years of practice, so Chan is the parent who speaks Korean with Sarang, whilst you always speak to her in English. She hasn’t yet realised that you can still understand almost everything she says, despite struggling to reply in the same language.

“I’m eating them! I promise!” Her furrowed brow relaxes a bit as she climbs up the side of Chan’s chair and perches herself in his lap, leaning against his chest and trying her best to wrap her arms around him.

“What do you want to do today baby?” You turn to look at Chan, trying to work out whether he’s speaking to you or your daughter, as he has the unfortunate habit of using the same pet names for both of you. His eyes are firmly fixed on Sarang’s face, his hands looking huge as he holds her steady. “Aquarium?” She jumps up immediately. Sarang loves aquariums and has done since she was a baby. You scoff slightly.

“Babe, I can’t really take her there today.” You don’t want to let her down, but no-one knows that Chan has a child, so he’s never been able to take her out unless you’ve privately booked. You know for sure that you haven’t booked to visit her favourite aquarium.

“About that.” He looks up at you, your heart immediately melting at his soft smile. “I spoke to JYP yesterday. And it’s ok.” You’re confused. What’s ok? You reply with a questioning hum and a tilt of your head.

“The big reveal. Your choice how we do it, we can announce something on social media, or we can just start subtly being seen together, y’know.” You can tell he’s nervous as he talks, but he has no reason to be. You jump out of your seat and almost run to be next to him.

“Are you serious? We’re actually allowed to leave the house together?” You have tears in your eyes, and you can see that tears are starting to form in Chan’s eyes too. Sarang, in contrast, doesn’t seem to have any idea what a big deal this is.

“Yes, my love. We can basically do whatever we want. They recommend that I call one of the managers to come with us if we’re going out in public, but officially, we’re fine.” He stands, Sarang settled on his hip, and uses his spare arm to wrap around your shoulders, squeezing you tight.

“Well, baby.” You wipe your tears and stroke Sarang’s hair, unable to hold back your grin. “Let’s go to the aquarium.”

“I’m not a baby!” She screeches. You and Chan reply in unison. “You’re a big girl!”

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[potatomountain]

BangChan's 'Toy'

So despite not having the HJ or woo piece finished for kinktober I just had a bit of Bang Chan brain rot for a second [thanks to @candypop1611 ] and so uh- here is a quick drabble-

Pairing- situationship Bangchan x NB reader

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: face-fucking, dom Chan, degradation, decryphilia, cumming untouched. Use of Sir and degrading pet names. Reader likes it rough and Chan delivers. Reader has no specified gender. Fuckbuddies Chan x reader. Lmk if I missed any.

He's such a sweetheart- and he is, most of the time. You've seen the moments he snaps. The moments he gets feral, aggressive, and dangerous for anyone who is stupid enough to get on his bad side.

You always thought they were hot, and that was why you had offered up your situationship to him.

Now like clockwork when Chan was stressed, pissed off, or frustrated- he'd text you. And if you weren't ready when he came to your apartment, or weren't in his dorm, it just escalated things.

This time you hadn't done it on purpose, you had been out with family when he had sent the text. Your place. 30 minutes.

Needless to say you couldn't just ditch your parents for a booty call now could you? No matter how much you wanted to.

You hoped he would let you explain, maybe he would take it a bit easier and not leave so many marks- who were you kidding, you wanted him to. Christopher Bangchan taking his frustrations out on your body was your favorite pastime.

Still you felt quite guilty to arrive nearly an hour after his requested time, slinking into your apartment with a dead phone and disappointment on your shoulders. Disappointment because you expected to come back to an empty apartment, knowing your favorite fuck had other options than just you if he really wanted it- it had been your greed and his immediate frustration that had started this in the first place.

So when you flicked the lights on to see the man in question sitting leisurely in your living room- legs spread and lounging in the chair- you were both shocked and pleased… and a bit afraid. By the glare he fixed you with, the clench of his jaw, you were the one on his shit list this time.

Quickly you dropped your bag, hands going up in defense while the hairs on the back of your neck tingled, telling you to run. "Channie I'm sorry I-"

"Save it." He surged to his feet and crossed the distance between you, growling as you backed yourself into the wall. "I've had an hour to think about all the different fucking ways I could punish you. Tying you up, spanking you, marking every inch of your plump fucking body so you can't move without thinking about me. All that and more. You want to know what I've decided on?"

He caged you in with his arms, leaning in to snarl the words against your ear. You didn't think he would give you an option to guess, and he didn't. "I want to make you cry. Get on your knees and open that pretty fucking mouth of yours wide."

You knew, knew, that Chan was a sweetheart and that at any time you didn't want this, didn't like it, he would stop; but damn could he make you think otherwise. Bulging muscles, thick lips pulled back to flash his teeth menacingly, and the scrunch of his brows and glare all had you intimidated and horny.

No more convincing was needed to have you on your knees for him, jaw going slack and head tilted back, begging with your eyes for him to fill you up. Chan was usually so gentle with your mouth, but right now you knew he didn't need that and you were okay with it. You loved how he used you.

His cock was free and slapping down on your cheek in seconds, his eyes locked on yours as he guided his head between your lips. Halfway into your mouth and you watched his intimidating expression melt into one of pleasure. Yes he needed this, needed you, and it had your sex throbbing.

His hand gripped your hair, tugging on your scalp as the tip of his head hit the back of your throat, balls pressed against your chin. "You always take me so fucking well, and I love when you listen like the obedient little slut you are."

You moaned in agreement, keeping your eyes locked on his as, without warning, he pulled out to thrust back in. He was brutal, fucking into your mouth with only his grip on your head keeping it from bouncing back and hitting the wall from the force. You focused on your breathing through your nose, tongue pressed up against the base of his cock so you could watch his head slump forward and the sweetest fucking moans fall from his lips.

"That's it. Take my cock. You love it don't you? Love when I use you. That's why you like to piss me off so I take it out on you."

You couldn't reply of course, gagging around his cock that was bruising the back of your throat. He kept going though, with his thrusts and his talk, a devilish half smirk on his pretty lips when tears pricked your eyes. "Are you going to cry? My filthy fucking pet doesn't like when I use you like this? No- you fucking love it. So filthy. So fucking perfect. Can you feel each of my thrusts down to your stomach, your groin? I bet my little fucking slut is going to cum when I fill up your throat with mine. Wanna bet?"

Tears ran down your cheeks freely and you let them in a silent admission he was right. The way he was using you did turn you on, your hips moving for the barest stimulation from the fabric of your underwear, knowing if you tried to touch yourself he'd hold your hands at bay and you didn't want him distracted from fucking your mouth.

When he could no longer call you his filthy where, or any more dirty talk- just moan and drool a bit as his thrusts grew erratic- you knew he was close and fuck so were you.

He had you choking on his cum seconds later, the white hot seed spurting down your throat while you sobbed and soaked your own underwear, coming untouched. Even through your tears you could tell he was fucking beautiful in his fucked out state, holding himself up with his forearm against the wall above you, hand twitching in your hair.

He pulled out with a string of cum and drool connecting your lips to his cock still, breaking only as you struggled for air. He seemed satisfied for the moment, releasing you and bending down to your eye level to wipe away the tears.

Sweet Chan made an appearance, his face twisted with worry. "I wasn't too rough, was I baby?"

"I-I liked it." You croaked out, throat sore already as you took his hand in yours and brought it to your pants. "You weren't wrong, any of it. Sir- you know how much I love it."

He groaned, hands in your pants to feel just how much you had cum. "Good- I'm not done with you yet."

Thrown over his shoulder the next second you smiled to yourself. Yep, just what you wanted.

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[pinklemonadeflav]

Noise

"Rest well, honey. We have so much time, so many nights and days...you don't have to put it all on yourself."

Persona-coded ⍰ : Seungcheol, Bangchan

✂︎ ☁︎

wc: 1k

Reader is stressed, comfort fluff, established relationship

<Read under the cut>

Sometimes, you don't realise how loud the world is until you're engulfed by silence at 1am, body pressed into the plush of the bed, the only sounds audible coming from the beating of your heart and the periodic lull of your own breathing.

The bustling drone of the morning train commute to work, the inaudible chatter of colleagues in the office. Even within the faint rhythmic clacking of the keyboard and notification chimes, your head feels like it's being cling-wrapped, the voice of your own thoughts growing increasingly fuzzy.

You get home, 'rewarding' yourself with more sound; Your phone's speakers release a wave of laughter as you accompany it with dinner, going through the daily evening routine of engaging in para-social relationships before having to go to bed to repeat it all the next day.

You could silence it yourself, but how would you live with yourself if you don't spend the little existing free time attempting to listen in on the good life?

It's become a habit for you to cover your ears at night to sleep, an irrational paranoia of something coming too close to your senses, hearing something you don't want to.

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11.14pm, Sunday.

You shut your phone off after begrudgingly glancing at the lock screen, mind bouncing with thoughts of the oncoming week of work. Did the weekend really pass? What did you even do? You feel a heavy pressure growing in your chest as the back of your mind counts down the seconds and minutes until Monday inevitability came.

1.27am, Monday.

Your eyes were shut, lids drenched in fatigue, but you can still feel tension in your body, and it all traces back to the noise in your mind.

The muffled sound of the main door opening was followed by the quiet shuffling of feet. He's home after a long weekend of tying up loose ends on some work matters.

As you hear him continue his nighttime routine through the rushing sounds of water in the bathroom, you decide to remain in bed and turn over, keeping quiet to feign sleep.

He's tired, and so are you. You don't want to keep him up with your problems.

Finally the bedroom door creaks open and you feel the bed shift under his weight as he crawls in. You continue to face the wall, but a shaky exhale leaves you against your will.

"You awake?" He whispers.

Your voice feels caught in your throat, and you don't respond.

But you guess that he can see the tension trapped in your shoulders under the blanket, and he knows you well enough now to know when something's wrong. His arm gently reaches over and drapes over your waist, and you feel him give the back of your head a soft peck.

You string your fingers through his and give them a light squeeze. Sure that you're awake now, he gently caresses the back of your hand with his thumb.

His touch helps to ground you, the chopping of the fan's blades sounding a little bit softer and his breaths a little louder. Well, there's still a slight buzzing in the distant, but it's calmer now, more of white noise.

You blink and try to focus on his presence, the tightness of your muscles slowly melting away. A tear escapes you onto the pillow. You finally turn around, burying your face in his chest and hugging him back.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

You shake your head with a muffled noise, and he gives an understanding hum in response. He continues, letting his thoughts out without expecting a response,

"Rest well, honey. We have so much time, so many nights and days...you don't have to put it all on yourself."

"Hah...like how you spent the whole weekend saving your department's ass?"

Your stare at the shirt millimetres from your face, not trying to be mean with your comment, but a pang of guilt hits you as you realise what you said. You open your mouth again to apologise, but he speaks nonchalantly, knowing you don't mean offence

"Yea hahah, guess you're not wrong. But what matters is in how we try to treat ourselves better, right?"

You lift your head to look up at him, finding his tired lidded eyes staring back. He brushes his thumb gently under your eye, wiping the water streams away.

"We can't be perfect in what we do, or even try to feel perfect about it...Let's forget all that and try our best?"

He knows his words don't exactly make sense, and it maybe wouldn't to others too. You recall his way of doing his best, in supporting his co-workers even if it meant overworking himself, or taking care of the house despite his tiredness when he knows you're going through a rough period too.

But he also tries his best in forgiving himself when he can't do it all, in asking for your help when he really needs it, and in taking the time to heal in your embrace when you always give it.

He rolls over to face the window while still hugging you, directing you to do the same. The half-moon beams a soft glow onto your faces, and the silence of the night becomes clearer.

He's right, there's so much more outside your worries. You have him, and he has you, and there's a lot of life waiting beyond the noise inside your head.

You let out a deep exhale, one of relief this time, and allow his body heat to seep into you. You whisper a quiet 'thank you', your eyelids fluttering shut against his skin. The sounds of your breaths join in rhythm with his, silence and darkness finally falling.

.

I started writing this when I was in a pretty stressful period of my life, and now I'm not. If you're going through something similar, I hope you can take away the message that there are crests and dips in life, and we don't always have to feel or do fantastic, but like the fic mentions, "let's forget all that and try our best". Rest well!

#comfort #fluff #comfort fluff #good night #svt #seventeen #seungcheol x reader #scoups x reader #svt fluff #one shot #one shot fluff #bangchan x reader #skz #skzfluff #bangchanfluff

[hyunlixsbbygirl]

♡︎ Studio Secrets

That time when a day in the studio proves to be more than just recording some vocals and playing around with track curation.

──❥ pairing: chan x hyunjin x felix

──❥ length: 4.5k

──❥ warnings: 18+, idol au, smut, threesome, friends to lovers

──❥ note: the characters don't represent real idols; this is a work of fiction intended for entertainment purposes only. this in no way represents nor reflects real life. this work has been cross posted to ao3 under the username thishippiekid.

© hyunlixbbygirl do not copy, translate or repost my works

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"That sounds great Lix, I personally would add a little more bass in the chorus but not too much, you don't want it to overpower the chorus but you don't want it to be too soft either," Chan instructed as he watched the younger Aussie's fingers glide over the soundboard. The two had been in Chan's studio for the better half of three hours, just mixing sounds together and coming up with lyrics for Felix's next solo. 

"I think I want there to be some groans and moans in the back during the second chorus, what do you think?" Chan thinks for a moment, trying to figure out how it'll sound in his head. "I think it'll sound amazing. Do we need to record them or do you want to cycle through the ones 3racha recorded?" Felix opens up the folder on Chan's laptop marked 3racha other vocals and scrolls through the sound clips. 

"I honestly have no idea..." Felix replied, not fully paying attention to what Chan was saying. The sound of the passcode being entered grabbed both boys' attention as they turned toward the door to see Hyunjin slip into the studio with his backpack flung securely over one shoulder. "Hey guys, I figured you'd still be here. How's the song coming along?" he asked as he dropped his backpack on the floor near the couch opposite the two. 

"It's coming along great, Lix really is learning fast. We might need to add him to the producer group." Chan beams, he really is very proud of his soulmate. "He's thinking about adding in some groans or moans into the backing for the second chorus, what do you think? Who's groans or moans should we use? I have Jisung's, Changbins, mine, and surprisingly some of yours too." Chan says as he takes over scrolling through the sound clips. 

"Shouldn't you use Lix's? It's his song, after all, the groans should come from him." Felix blushes at Hyunjin's suggestion and lets out a nervous cough. "We could! You wanna try recording some Lix? You don't have to but imagine what Stays will be saying when they realize the groans in the song are you. They'll go absolutely feral." Chan starts as he pulls the microphone from the piano nearby and sets it up in front of the youngest member. 

Felix feels his cheeks heat up in embarrassment, "I uh... how do you even... wait what?" Hyunjin chuckles at the cuteness of the younger being so shy. "It's really easy Lix, for the groans Jisung and I tend to like pull each other's hair or kick each other. Sounds barbaric I know but... actually never mind it's exactly what it sounds like but it produces great results." Chan continues as he plugs the microphone into the laptop.

"I'd rather not have my hair pulled or be kicked, can't I just like... fake it?" Felix asks nervously. He had just gotten his hair rebleached so his scalp was understandably sensitive right now and knowing how strong Chan was, even if he tried to kick lightly, it still would hurt. "You can always use my clips Lix, I bet we sound similar anyway. Stays might not even notice that it's not you." Hyunjin says as he walks over to the other two. 

"Let me listen to your clips first and then I'll decide if we need to record them or not, but, I do think you're right. If anyone, you probably sound the most similar to me in terms of random noises." Felix replies as he starts scrolling through the audio clips looking for the ones marked Hyunjin specifically. To his surprise, Chan had at least 20 clips of just Hyunjin moaning and groaning. He clicked on the first clip and immediately the sound of Hyunjin moaning filled the room. 

"Jesus Hyunnie." Felix breathed out, his cheeks dusting with a light pink blush as the lewd sounds echoed in his ears. "Oh yeah, Hyunjin probably has the best moans out of us all. I only got to use them once because they're so seductive sounding." Chan smiles as he pats Hyunjin on the shoulder. Felix hit the space bar to pause the clip when the moans began to become louder and almost needy. "How the hell did you record these?"

Hyunjin smirks and gives Chan a quick glance; "We have our ways." he replies simply. Felix shakes his head deciding he really doesn't want to know the truth behind these moans as he plays the clip again. "Hmm, this one sounds too... erotic." Chan decides halfway through the clip. "The song is more... powerful rather than sexy. At least according to the lyrics we have so far." the older continues as he looks at the dates next to each clip trying to recall what they sound like. 

Chan clicks on another clip and once again the room is filled with the lewd sounds of Hyunjin moaning; this time a little softer with more air to the moans. "Ooh, I like this one," Hyunjin mentions as he leans over Felix slightly. "I don't know... he actually doesn't sound all that much like me. You can tell it's Hyunjin, his voice is higher pitched than mine." Felix says with a slight pout. "Well then we have no choice, you'll have to record your own clips," Chan states as he opens up the recording application.

Felix takes a deep breath, "Okay, I'll try but this is awkward... like am I just supposed to moan?" he asks. "Basically, I mean it depends on the mood you're going for. If you want just simple moans, then just moan. Otherwise, you might need some...assistance." Hyunjin winks. Felix audibly gulps as Chan adjusts the settings on the microphone. "Okay Lix, just relax and think about... how you feel when your muscles are killing you after an intense practice." 

Felix nods and takes another deep breath before letting a small moan out. It's almost too soft for the microphone to pick up and Chan motions for him to continue but this time louder. Felix tries again but the other two can tell he's struggling to really let himself go. "Ugh this is too hard, can we listen to Jisung's clips?" the youngest asks. "If you thought my moans were too high pitched to pass off as yours, then Jisung's really won't pass." Hyunjin giggles. 

"He's right Lix, if you want them to sound like you, you have to record them yourself." Chan continues. "Can you record yourself first? Maybe I'll be able to mimic if I can see how you do it first." Felix suggests. Chan looks at Hyunjin who just shrugs; "I do need more clips of Hyunjin moaning for the danceracha unit song." Chan states as he moves the microphone closer to Hyunjin. "You have to help me again though, I'm not in the mindset for this right now," Hyunjin mentions.

Chan nods and hits record, he then moves to stand behind Hyunjin and presses his lips against the younger's neck earning a surprised expression from Felix. Hyunjin closes his eyes and focuses on the feeling of Chan's lips on his neck; the way his breath lightly sweeps across his skin and the gentle bites he begins to leave. Before Felix can fully comprehend what's going on, Hyunjin's mouth opens slightly and soft moans begin leaking out. 

Felix's eyes widen, he made it look so easy; granted Chan was helping him by seemingly turning him on. The light blush on Felix's cheeks spread to the tips of his ears and he shifted in the chair a little to adjust himself. Hyunjin gave Chan's arm a light tap and the older bit down harder earning him a louder moan that was more lewd than the previous ones they had heard earlier. Chan moved his hands from Hyunjin's back to his waist and then eventually up his torso and chest. 

Chan tapped his fingers against Hyunjin's abs before moving his fingers to the younger's nipples once Hyunjin gave him a slight nod; their silent communication surprised Felix greatly. The two were now pressed against each other; Chan biting and kissing Hyunjin's neck while his fingertips teased his nipples. The room filled with the sounds coming out of Hyunjin's mouth; soft sighs, deep moans, and high-pitched whines.

Felix felt himself getting hard in his jeans; he couldn't help it. The way Hyunjin looked with his eyes closed and lips parted as moan after moan spilled from his plump lips. His hands found their way to Chan's waist behind him, holding him as close to his back as possible; it was pretty pornographic from Felix's point of view. Hyunjin tapped twice on Chan's arm and he ceased his actions immediately, hitting the stop button on the laptop and saving the file. 

"Was that long enough Channie?" Hyunjin asked a little breathily. "I think so, at least for now. I'll have to let you know if I need more once I input it into the track." Chan replies before he turns his attention to Felix again, "Okay Lix, you think you can mimic Hyunjin?" the oldest asks. Felix squirms a little but nods even though he knows he wouldn't be able to produce noises that sensual on his own. 

"Let me just listen to the clip real fast to make sure the microphone picked it up okay." Chan says as he clicks 'play' on the clip he had just saved. Hyunjin's moans began flowing into the studio once more; Felix squirmed more the tighter his jeans felt on his body. Hyunjin smirked once he noticed how Felix squirmed in the chair below him; Chan on the other hand was engrossed in silencing the sound of the air con in the clip to notice. 

Once Chan had finished and saved the clip again he turned toward Felix again and noticed that the younger had his legs squeezed together and his face was flushed. He nodded to Hyunjin who slowly spun the chair so Felix was facing him; Felix was avoiding eye contact with the two older members. Chan opened up a new audio recording window and pressed record, giving Hyunjin a thumbs up to start. 

Hyunjin knelt down so he was more level with Felix's eyes, he placed his hands on Felix's thighs to steady himself before lifting the younger's face so their eyes met. Felix's breathing was staggered and heavier than normal, his eyes were glossed over with need and his lips were slightly swollen from biting them so hard. Hyunjin bit his lower lip as he looked over the younger carefully; he had to admit that Felix looked absolutely beautiful when he was so needy. 

"You're so...pretty Lix," Hyunjin whispered causing Felix to blush even redder. The younger made a small whimpering sound as he adjusted the way he was sitting again; he was uncomfortably hard now and didn't know what to do with himself. "Let me help you..." Hyunjin continued, he placed a hand on the younger's cheek and brushed his thumb across his lips before leaning in and pressing their lips together. 

Felix made a startled sound but quickly settled into the kiss; wrapping his arms around Hyunjin's neck to hold him closer as he felt the older sliding his tongue into his mouth. Both boys let soft sighs slip from them; Chan moves the microphone slightly closer in order to capture the sounds. At first, Hyunjin just wanted to help Felix record his clips, then he wanted to help him get some relief, but now that he was kissing the younger; he wanted to make him feel amazing. 

Hyunjin slides his hands underneath Felix's hoodie finding that he's not wearing a shirt underneath, his skin is heated with desire and he can feel his ab muscles tighten when he lightly traces his fingertips over them. Felix moans softly at the older's touch, his back slightly arching off the chair as Hyunjin slides the hoodie up his torso and eventually breaking the kiss to pull it off of him completely. 

Felix shivers lightly at the cool air hitting his heated body but he soon is distracted from the sensation when Hyunjin kisses him again; his fingertips now tracing over his collarbones and down towards his nipples. Chan moves to stand behind Felix and bends down so he can place little kisses on his neck causing Felix to let out a slightly louder moan to escape his lips. The older smiles against the younger's heated skin; the sounds the younger was making were pure gold. 

"Does little Lix need his hyungs to relieve him?" Chan nearly growls into his ear, Felix arches his back as Hyunjin licks over his nipples causing them to become hard and sensitive. The moans are flowing more naturally now as Felix is touched and kissed by his two members; his body becoming increasingly more sensitive as time goes on. Chan bites down on the area that connects the ear to the neck causing a particularly loud moan to escape the younger. 

Hyunjin moans into Felix's mouth when he feels the younger run his fingertips along his waist and abs; Hyunjin had been so focused on making Felix feel good that he didn't realize how needy he was becoming himself. His hands move from Felix's nipples; being replaced with his mouth instead as he lets his hands drop to Felix's bulge and palm him through his jeans. "Mhm...Hyunnie..." Felix moans before Chan presses his lips against his, replacing Hyunjin. 

Hyunjin unzips Felix's jeans and taps his thigh so he lifts his hips up just enough for him to slide his jeans and boxers down. The cool air hitting Felix's heated length has him whining for contact; Hyunjin has other ideas though. His mouth finds the creamy skin of Felix's thighs as he sucks and bites bruises into the pale skin causing the younger to squirm underneath his touch. Chan has his fingertips rolling over Felix's nipples as they make out with each other heavily. 

When Hyunjin starts kitty licking Felix's tip, he practically melts off the chair. His body is overly sensitive to all the touching he's receiving; he squirms under the two older member's touch as moans pour from him every few seconds. Chan pulls away from Felix, smirking when he hears the younger whine from the loss; "That's it, baby boy, let us hear you moan and groan for us." Chan tells him as he adjusts the microphone again. 

Hyunjin takes Felix completely into his mouth as he looks up at the younger through his eyelashes; Felix looks so pretty with his mouth hanging open, silent moans slipping past his plump and swollen lips, his eyes closed as his tongue rolls over his bottom lip every few seconds. "He's so pretty like this, look at our baby feeling so blissed out already just from your mouth Hyunjin." Chan nearly growls as he palms himself through his shorts. 

Hyunjin lets Felix's cock fall from his mouth as he licks his lips and looks up at Felix again; "He really is. Fuck I wish we had done this sooner so we could see this beautiful boy squirming like this much sooner than now." Chan hisses as he watches Felix reach for Hyunjin; he's extremely needy now and the lack of touches was making him cold. "Carry him to the couch, let's really make this angel of ours feel good." the older winks. 

Hyunjin does as Chan says, he lifts Felix from the chair, gripping his thighs until the younger wraps his legs around his waist. Felix sighs when he feels his cock pressed against the bulge in Hyunjin's sweatpants. The older sits down on the couch making sure Felix is fully straddling him; he then presses their lips together again. Felix slowly begins to move his hips so their cocks are rubbing against each other through the fabric. 

Hyunjin moaned into Felix's mouth as their tongues fought for dominance; Felix's hands slid underneath the older's shirt and pulled it off swiftly as he felt Chan come up behind him and do the same to his own shirt. Chan had moved the microphone so it was closer to the couch so he could get more audio from them all; he knew the sounds they were about to make were going to be incredible and if he ended up not being able to use them for new tracks, he'd always have them in his secret file for later. 

Chan pressed himself up against Felix's back and started kissing and sucking on his neck again; leaving light pink marks on his creamy skin despite knowing he shouldn't. Felix leaned back into the older and tilted his head to the side to give him as much room as possible; Hyunjin reached between them to pull his erection out of his pants and stroke them both off until it was time to take things one step further. 

Felix's moans filled the studio along with soft sighs and groans from the older two; Chan absolutely adored the way the younger's moans sounded. His voice was deep with lust but filled with so much need that he was whining while moaning at the same time. It was like music to his ears. "Need... you..." Felix moaned to neither member in particular, he didn't care which one did it, he just needed to be fucked. Now. 

"Who baby? Channie hyung or me?" Hyunjin asked as he adjusted his grip on their cocks a little. "Hyunnie..." the younger moaned after a few seconds. Chan moved away from the two and walked over to his desk, "Lay him down on the couch for me." He instructed Hyunjin as he opened up a drawer and dug around for a small bottle of lube that he kept there just in case 3racha needed extra help recording their audio clips. 

Hyunjin moved the two of them so that he could gently lay Felix on the couch on his back, the younger whining from the loss of the older. "I know baby, just be patient. We'll relieve you soon," he whispered softly as he caressed his cheek gently. Chan walks over to the couch and hands Hyunjin the bottle of lube before kneeling at Felix's side, "Spread your legs for Hyunjin okay love? He's going to prep you." the older told him, his voice barely above a whisper. 

Felix did as he was told and spread his legs for Hyunjin as the older flipped the cap open and spread some of the cool liquid onto his fingers before warming it up a bit; Chan pulled Felix towards him and pressed their lips together. The kiss was more gentle than it had been thus far, soft sighs escaping both boys as they got lost in the feeling of each other. Hyunjin rubbed the tip of his index finger against the tight ring of muscle that surrounded Felix's entrance. 

The youngest sighs deeply at the feeling, his back arching off the couch ever so slightly; carefully, Hyunjin slides his index finger inside of the smaller boy and slowly begins to finger him open. The feeling isn't completely new to Felix as he will occasionally finger himself but Hyunjin's fingers feel different; their longer and thicker, and he's able to reach the spots Felix can't on his own. After a few moments; Hyunjin slides a second finger into him, the fit is a bit tighter but it seems to be okay. 

Felix doesn't even flinch if he feels any sort of pain; he's completely lost in the bliss of not only being kissed by their leader but also of being touched by the two members he trusts the most in the most loving and passionate way. Chan moves his hand from behind Felix's neck to his nipples again; rubbing the small buds between his fingertips until they're hardened. Felix arches his back up more forcing Hyunjin to use his other hand to hold his hips down. 

"Stay still baby, I have to prep you properly so I don't hurt you," Hyunjin tells him as he continues pumping his fingers in and out of him. Felix was opening up to him so well though, he really knew how to control his body and get it to relax when needed; the older member adored this side of him. "Think you can take another finger baby boy?" Hyunjin asked. Felix nodded and grabbed Hyunjin's hand needily giving him the okay to add another finger into the mix. 

Hyunjin slowly and gently slid a third finger into Felix, holding his hand still as he stretched around his fingers and adjusted to the new size. It stung a little but overall it wasn't bad Felix only whimpered at the start but quickly started moaning again to indicate that Hyunjin could continue his transgressions. Felix's hand moved down to stroke himself needing to get some relief as Hyunjin fingered him harder once he was stretched out enough. 

Felix nearly screamed when Hyunjin's fingers brushed over that one sweet spot deep inside him; his cock twitching and his breath hitching at the same time. Chan pulled away from Felix for a moment to watch as he squirmed and moaned under Hyunjin's touch; "I think he's ready for you." Chan tells Hyunjin. Hyunjin pulls his fingers out, smirking when he hears Felix whine in protest. As Hyunjin smears lube onto his cock, Chan hovers over Felix's cock waiting for the right moment. 

Once Hyunjin is well lubricated, he teases Felix's entrance with the tip of his cock and watches as Chan kitty licks Felix sending his body into over-sensitivity mode again. The two older members have to hold him down so they can carry out their transgressions properly, each smirking as moans and sighs spill from the younger. "Hyunnie...please..." he nearly begs; he needs to cum so badly it almost hurts but he knows that when he eventually does, it's going to wash over him hard. 

Hyunjin enters Felix nice and slow; moaning as he feels the tightness around him. He has to pause a few times so he doesn't cum from the sheer tightness of Felix's entrance; it's nothing like he's ever felt before. "Fuck Lix... you're so tight. God, I could cum right now" Hyunjin grunts. Chan shakes his head at Hyunjin's words unable to believe that the younger could so easily let himself go before giving Felix the ride of his life. 

Once Hyunjin bottoms out, Chan sucks Felix's cock into his mouth as Hyunjin begins thrusting into him. The younger squirmed more than he had been this whole time feeling overwhelmed by all the sensations he was feeling. "How does that feel baby boy? Tell daddy how he makes you feel." Hyunjin tells him, Felix can only manage a few moans and sighs in response. Chan looks up at Hyunjin and questions him about the use of 'daddy'. 

Hyunjin just shrugs not wanting to explain that he's secretly been dreaming about the day he'd get to fuck Felix like this, having him whimpering and moaning under him, having him call him daddy in order to get what he wants. Hyunjin didn't think he was that kind of person but when it came to Felix; he could easily become someone different. Chan feels Felix pulsating in his mouth and eases up on the sucking wanting Hyunjin to get closer to his release before they bring Felix to his. 

"Mmmm...d-daddy... please... harder" Felix moans as Hyunjin laces their fingers together. Chan is completely shocked by how the two younger members are acting with each other, he had no idea they'd both have a daddy kink yet here they were. He'd be lying if he said it wasn't hot as hell even though he'd be a little weirded out being called daddy himself. Hyunjin happily obliges to Felix's begging and thrusts into him harder and harder. 

Felix runs his nails up and down Hyunjin's arms, his moans increasing in pitch and volume as he feels himself getting closer and closer to his release. Chan recognizes the tone and starts sucking him off again, taking him deep into his throat and swallowing around him as he moans; the vibrations from his vocal cords coursing through Felix. Hyunjin grips onto Felix's thighs so he can hit his sweet spot over and over again; he too feels his release getting closer. 

Chan begins stroking himself as he sucks hard on Felix's cock, the pulsating of the member indicating how close he was to his orgasm. "I'm gonna... c-cum... daddy... please..." Felix whines, his stomach tightening as his looming orgasm begins to rise. "Daddy too baby... cum for me. Cum into your leader's mouth, make me fill you up." Hyunjin moans out. All this dirty talk has Chan feeling on edge too though his mouth is too preoccupied to let them know that. 

With a few more thrusts and hard sucks the two older members have Felix shaking when he finally cums hard; releasing into Chan's mouth as his moans become high-pitched and breathy. "That's it baby... oh fuck," Hyunjin moans feeling Felix tighten around him. It doesn't take much longer before Hyunjin spills his release deep inside Felix with a loud grunt; Chan continues to suck Felix clean of his release as he cums all over his hand. 

It takes several minutes before Chan lets Felix's cock slide out of his mouth; his breath slows to a normal pace as he tucks himself back into his shorts. Hyunjin had laid on top of Felix once his release had stopped and Felix was still shivering; his body was completely overly sensitive. Standing up, Chan hits the stop button on his laptop to end the audio recording. He doesn't bother listening to it knowing he'll have to edit out all their talking later. 

Slowly Hyunjin pulls out of Felix and starts gathering their clothes from the floor, Felix on the other hand makes no effort to move even an inch. He's completely blissed out and just lies on the couch panting softly trying to pull himself back down to Earth. "So Chan... how do you think the recording came out?" Hyunjin asks as he steps into his sweatpants. "I'm sure it's fine, I'll have to listen to it later though - can't really spend the time on a second round." he winks. 

As Hyunjin gets himself dressed, Chan takes Felix's clothes and helps the younger get dressed. Sleep slowly threatened to take him over; "Is our baby boy tired now? Hyunjin fucked you so good didn't he?" Felix nods, "Too good...want more...too sleepy" Hyunjin chuckles. "You just came super hard and you still want more?" Chan asks as he pulls Felix into his lap and slowly rocks him from side to side. 

Felix nods but the feeling of being rocked in Chan's arms just makes him more sleepy and he eventually falls asleep on Chan's chest. "I cannot wait to hear what you recorded," Hyunjin whispers as he clicks around the laptop a bit. "What are you doing?" the older asks. "Just sending a preview of the clip to Jisung" Hyunjin replies with a sinister look on his face. In less than three minutes, Jisung opens the door with his phone in his hand and the clip pulled up on the screen. 

"How could you get Felix to moan like that without me?" He pouts. Hyunjin softly chuckles as he places his hand on the younger's shoulder, "Next time Ji, we promise." 

#stray kids #skz #felix #hyunjin #lee know #bangchan #changbin #han jisung #i.n #seungmin #skz one shot #chanlix #hyunlix #chanjin #chanhyunlix

[itgirlgyu]

CUPID'S QUERIES. stray kids, hyung line.

synopsis, what would you answer if cupid asked you what love was?

pairing : librarian! reader x chan, lee know x reader, dance teacher! reader x changbin, and single mom! reader x hyunjin.

genre: fluff. warning: none. wc: 3k+

cupid queries innocently, "WHAT IS LOVE?"

"spending time together." the answer died down in chan's answer when you scoured him with doubt from top to bottom, investigating the means of his arrival on your own despite already asking the question.

"to read a book," chan spun around with a pseud fascination added to his honeyd tone, with an awkward turn of his heel, and finally walking back to your desk where you were supposed to volunteer for four more hours for the day.

you quirked up an accusatory eyebrow.

"ive never even seen you pick up a book."

"im still a student you know-"

"what is your deal," you rested your elbows on the wooden desk, your eyes narrowed with suspicion, drawing your upper body towards the accused, "mr. bang?"

chan remained silent but instead his dimples made the ruling statement, allowing you to freely decide that he had indeed come with no good intentions; and certainly not to read.

"I honestly came here to read!" chan exclaimed, his whiny tone gradually calming down as you widened his eyes notifying him about the establishment you both were standing in. chan glanced all over him to see if anyone had been glaring at him, and only continued after shooting an apologetic smile at the elderly man going through a magazine.

chan placed his palm on the table and leaned forward—his face coming too closer to yours before you leaned away, "i came here to read-"

chan eyes had been desperately looking around for concrete reasoning knowing your tendency to question everything and kept his eyes on the kiosk beside the desk showcasing all the books that had been launched that week. so whilst chan was battling you in the war of reticent lashes, he extended his hand and grabbed a book from there and placed it before his eyes.

"a cook book?" you dead panned. bang chan moved his head to nod before he processed what you had just said—turning the book around to see a friendly looking woman in a chef's hat posing with a spatula on the cover —before meeting your eyes again. you were struggling to keep your quivering lips in check, as it begged to curl upwards in a hearty grin catching your best friend in the act. chan looked like a deer caught in the headlights. his head staggering in a broken up and down motion as he tried to come up with a credible excuse in spite of the fact that bang chan absolutely detested cooking.

"ye-yes!"

"really?" you questioned. the melodious lull meticulously morphing into a trap that you intended to set out to catch him in his web of lies, "what are you trying to make?"

chan's pupils widened for a minuscule moment before blinking a few times to get a hold of his composure and opened up the book with a confident flip of his fingers, acting as though he is well aware of the dish that he wanted to show you despite his sparkly eyes flitted around to avoid your accusatory gaze.

you placed your chin on the end of your palm—minutes melting away, and the agitation in chan's actions gradually making it's unwanted vacillation known, before admitting his defeat and holding up a random page out of the cookbook to you.

it was your turn to widen your eyes as your eyes raked through the page with the image printed in front of it. narrowed gaze scanning top to bottom once more before you cocked your eyes to look at chan.

"a carrot cake?"

"a carrot cake?" you inquired, closing the cooking book. your eyebrows bunched together in confusion as you raised your chin to look over minho's shoulder to assess the ingredients once more.

flour, milk, eggs, grated carrot—your boyfriend truly is preparing to bake a carrot cake but the question still hangs in the air with the air of mystification. as far as you knew your lover, he had not been fond of carrots—you had asked that sheepishly on your third "date" considering he resembled a rabbit out of puerile curiosity, and for the first time you had seen him crack a laugh that wasn't stained in scorn— and baking? he had no interest in baking either as far as you had gotten to know him.

minho hummed as he mixed in the dry ingredients with deft hands. the sleeves proficiently rolled upwards for an easier work experience but to you it served another purpose; something you would not admit to minho even if he tried to threaten it out of you. treacherous eyes taking in the way his veins moved in its own rhythm displaying a rather different, and vivid form of entertainment for you. you certainly weren't complaining about this new found hobby of your boyfriend anytime soon if this is the kind of show you were promised to get each time.

"didn't know my hands could feel so naked." minho sighed, with a hint of teasing tucked away in his playful sing-song tone. you fumbled backwards, not expecting him to comment so bravely about your lewd gaze and his laugh started booming through the expanse of your kitchen.

"i was not staring at your hands." you lied with certainty in your voice—one octave higher than your normal pitch, as you busied yourself by opening the fridge and sticking your head in it to feign some work. it worked great for hiding your face in shame, as well as tending to the redness from the embarrassment of being caught red handed.

"sure babe," you turned around with a bottle of water in hand to swing at him with the makeshift weapon in your hand but calmed yourself down and walked in front of him to face him over the counter.

"why are you making the carrot cake?" you questioned once again. cheeks puffed out, and your pupils followed every little fluttery movement of the man in front of you as he paid no attention to you—immersed in the meticulous art of baking. you stood patiently, knowing he'd reply to you once he has done whatever he has in his hands, which was cracking four eggs in a separate bowl with no egg shells—a very attention demanding task indeed.

minho's honey brown eyes at last gazed upon you, and a smile melted on his supple lips at the appearance of your disheveled naivety, a strange feeling bit into his heart as he looked at you with nothing but adoration swimming in his eyes.

"because i love you."

"hm?" you scrunched up your nose, and tilted your head waiting for him to finish his reasoning, "and i want you to live long."

minho held up the grated carrot cake to your height, "i know how much you love cake—but eating them daily is not that healthy from what i've heard." with his eyes rolled back in fake annoyance and his hands fanning away from his face as if that is just the news of the gossip mill.

"but we can't take a chance now can we?" he asked. your vision was already hindered from the way the apple of your cheeks rose up and you shook your head—agreeing with him.

minho's face lit up in a hundred bulbs of light when he saw your answer and raised his hand for you high five," and that's why we give carrots a chance!" you shook your head vehemently, agreeing with him once more, even though the idea of carrot cake was not that pleasant to you. but your heart was soaring high at the gesture of your boyfriend, and you felt the love meter you had set up for him ringing higher and higher until it bursted you and couldn't stop yourself from lunging at him over the counter top.

minho's pretty laughter filled your ears as he attempted to scare you away with the spatula with the cake batter on it, but you persisted, and even tried to climb on top of the counter. minho closed his eyes as he tried to stop himself from guffawing at your lame attempts of climbing on top and potentially breaking almost all of the ingredients set up on the table.

"you can't scare me away!" you announced gleefully.

"you can't scare me away!" changbin exclaimed, with chest pushed out to appear visually larger than he was. a quick survival he had learned from his adolescence of watching the animal tv but stepped back soon enough when he noticed your nose flaring—a tried, and tested indication of your simmering rage.

you rolled your eyes and stopped pressing the pause button on the remote, halting the steady stream of tango music coming from the blaring speakers set up around your studio—which you had opened up for changbin on one of your off days.

"no one is trying to scare you off!" you chided the younger man—your eyes boring into his agitated ones as you stepped closer in an attempt to make him feel more comfortable rather than scaring him away, " i know this is new territory for you, and i'm sure you really want to win this competition!"

'which is a long shot,' but you bit your tongue on it whilst softening up your gaze even more to relay sympathy to the man before you who—for a better lack of words—was a noob in the field of tango.

" i just want to win," changbin sighed while walking backwards and sliding downwards on the wall. you purse your lips and nodded; a part of you was amazed that he still decided to use the word "win" after the amazing week of class you had done with him, but perhaps you could learn to enjoy an optimistic viewpoint of life from changbin.

"let's unpack that first—" you began, slumping yourself down next to the dejected boy. perhaps a bit too close for him considering he had started to squirm the moment when your warmth radiated onto him, "why do you want to enter this competition? you don't look like you're awfully in love with this dance form either."

changbin winced at the honesty in your tone; if there was something he had successfully gotten into his head from spending three hours with you for a week straight—it had been the fact you were honest to a fault, along with the tell tales of him pushing you a tad bit further than usual. honing a saccharine smile on your face, you wielded the sharp arrow of candor. also the fact you were an apteral angel, with grace spinning from your fingertips to the sole of your feet as you pranced around the building with an agility he had not been able to wrap around his brain yet.

perhaps changbin should adopt the virtue of honesty from you, but the rapid beating of his heart convinced him otherwise. how could he tell you were the reason for him fumbling around the dance floor like a ridiculous freak unable to concentrate on a single move? how could he communicate? the only reason he had decided to even participate in this little competition was because you had handed him the flier with your billion watt smile on a busy subway, and before you knew he was signing up for the class under your tutelage. now if he had thought about it, it was a pretty feasible scam.

changbin scratched his head, coming back to the reality he was forced to participate in the reality he very wanted to escape from, "i just want to try something new?"

it was a lie, he wanted you to notice him.

you sat up in a squatting position, head lolling the side with your palm rested on your cheek. eyes narrowed as you tried to find any semblance of honesty in his sentence, obliviously becoming the cause for changbin's body to heat up like an overworked engine.

"you have some other motive don't you?" you sharply pointed out. there was no malice hidden behind your somber words—not even a drop of disgust. changbin's eyes widened in surprise as his brain scrambled, then short circuited before ultimately diffused in a pathetic attempt to save himself some face before she spilled all the beans of his borderline stalker-ish behavior; although he does not really know if he was fully at fault since you had handed him flier and ardently told him to check the studio out if he had the time.

"i-" changbin stammered.

"i-" hyunjin was befuddled.

standing before him was a man about three inches tall and the brightest, biggest brown eyes he had seen and a little frown etched on his wet, pink lips—a toddler. an adorable little boy who peered at him with his hopeful eyes as if they were hesitating him to ask something very, very important.

"um-" hyunjin shook his head to clear his head and stopped his brain from melting in the presence of a child and jumping into overwhelming conclusions, "are you looking for something?" he questioned.

the little boy nodded slightly. the jutted bottom lip shook ever so slightly as he opened his mouth to answer hyunjin to instinctively lean downwards to hear him better.

"have you seen my mommy?" the kid's voice was soft—mangled into a timber that altered hyunjin so that he could break into a fit of tears anytime soon, along with a heartbreaking pang of fear in his tiny little heart. hyunjin shot back up—the swift movement allowing his bones to pop in revolting manner—snapping his neck from the left to right to catch a glimpse of any disheveled woman around him.

it was a big park and hyunjin had been hanging around the lake when the toddler approached him with hyunjin's biggest fear—well one of them.

"do you know where you came from?" hyunjin asked gently.

the toddler nodded and pointed at a vague distance littered with a few couples having a picnic. there were now some stray tears in the boy's doe eyes, and plump cheeks that had started to redden within moments as the fear began to fester on his little body urging hyunjin to sooth the boy.

"its okay," hyunjin ran his thumb across his chubby cheek now freckled with small pearl, ans wiping them away making hyunjin's heart coo at the pitiful image, "we will find your mommy."

the boy sniffled and jutted his trembling chin upward, as though to look at him up and down brooding whether he should trust the words of the lanky stranger, and finally spoke with soft, slurred words, "you promise?"

with one of his cheeks raised, and a warm smile painted across his lips, hyunjin gives the a bit a hearty nod to appeal his determination, "your mom must be looking for you crazily come let's find her!" he announced excitedly, throwing his open palm for the kid to put his hands on his.

"how does your mom look?"

"pretty." the kid sniffled.

"ah—of course your mom is pretty," hyunjin closed his mouth, nodding to himself, keeping his eyes out to look at any woman looking for someone. of course that's the kind of answer he would be getting from a child of that age, it was honestly on him to even ask those type of questions, thus he decided to take a different approach, "what's the color of the dress she was wearing?"

"orange."

"orange is easy to spot." hyunjin muttered underneath his breath. squinted eyes underneath the harsh sun rays, shielded by a makeshift shade with his free palm, "what's your name?"

"jaewon," hyunjin took small steps while craning his neck all around the park, looking for the woman in orange, "jaewon's mom?!" his voice cracked.

some heads did turn towards him but no one really had a very visceral reaction at the war call—albeit it didn't sound that loud.. hyunjin should have warmed up before yelling, but jaewon yelling for his mom was working wonders to boost his morale and increasing the determination to find the kid's mother.

"JAEWON'S MOTHER!!!"

"JAEWON?!"

hyunjin couldn't tell whether it was a piece of a sun that had broken off and was now chasing him, or the all his misdeeds metamorphosing into fireball and coming to annihilate him, but before he could even register what had happened, jaewon was whisked into the arms of a woman wearing orange clothes—which has to be his mom—now fallen on the ground squeezing the small mass of the toddler into her embrace. a wave of relief washed over hyunjins chest as he watched the reunion between mother and son, although he was yet to catch a glimpse of the woman, for some intractable reason he really wanted to take a look at her.

strands of summery brown webbing on her arms, the sweat acting as evidence of the frenzy the woman had gone through for the little while her son was away from her—hyunjin's stomach sunk once again as noticed the woman shaking slightly, now cradling her crying child in her arms before picking him and finally looking at hyunjin.

hyunjin's pupil dilated once he drank in the appearance of the woman before him—a foreboding etching of something forbidden concocting at the pit of his stomach as he stood there, as did the time. the sweltering summer breeze freezing over bestowing him with a few more moments to gaze upon the most beautiful woman he had seen.

jaewon's statement remained correct.

"thank you so much for taking care of him and helping him find me, I really don't know how I can show my gratitude." you were huffing, the sweat dripping from the seraphic space between your eyebrows to the gentle slope of your nose—tinged slightly rosy.

hyunjin snapped out of his daze, shaking his head immediately to ease you," its okay, im just glad that we found you soon enough!"

"you should hurry, your husband must be panicking as well." hyunjin added. he wasn't sure why he felt the need to mention her husband, perhaps he was hoping she'd deny the fact that she was married.

"oh it's fine i don't have a husband,"

"oh…" hyunjin's reaction was instant. the cheshire cat grin that struggled not to draw itself on his lips and across his cheeks in case he scared you off, but oh my god what a struggle it was, especially when the dark clouds that had began to menacingly circle around his head had been conquered by the bright sun smiling on top of his head. a few dozen flowers blossomed in the garden he had been tending to in his heart, attracting butterflies of so many shades.

"i am so sorry for assuming."

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🗡️ The Eaten Heart🍷

bangchan x fem!reader (smut) 🔞

〰️summary: chan loves you to death. no, literally, he would die pleasing you. a ritual to unite the two of you tries to keep you both satisfied.

〰️ warnings: intense emotional sex, ritual play, breath play, blood play, lowkey highkey sacrilegious, genuinely just imagine all the warnings possible bc this is literally ur fault now if u read it so don’t blame me 🦇

〰️author’s note: this work definitely contains sacrilegious elements. no disrespect was intended through this writing. please do not continue reading if this offends you.

〰️wc: 6.5k

〰️please god minors DNI!!! 🔞

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“Are you ready, my love?” Chan held out his hand, waiting calmly for you to take ahold of it. The black button up he had been wearing was now rolled up to his elbows. You noticed the tiny outline of a packet resting in the chest pocket.

“Always.” You gently took hold of his hand, as he began to lead you down the corridor and opened the black, heavy vaulted door at the end. Opening it slowly revealed the the narrowed, twisting set of steps that resided inside. No matter how many times you’d seen this view, the daunting beauty of it in all of its darkness, you were always overwhelmed at the sullen energy that was trapped inside.

The usual paleness of Chan’s skin now turned slightly warmer as he took a step inside to be illuminated by the seeping black candles held on the wall sconces. They gave warmth to a tiny path, leading up the dark stairs.

Holding tightly to your grip once more, Chan began to slowly ascend the steps, one level at a time. He paused carefully between each step, making sure that the fabric of the long, pillowy, dark wine-colored chiffon dress you were holding wasn’t hindering you in any way. You each took your time, enjoying the dual thrill and serenity of this moment together. Both knowing full well what you were about to do. The gentle ascension also allowed more time for you to study Chan’s face. The lust in his eyes was almost incomparable. The usually chirp nature of his personality all but gone. These moments with you were taken seriously by him. This was, for both of you, the time that you could fully be with each other- blocked out from the rest of the world and its mundane superficiality. In this world, it was just the two of you.

Greeted now by the last step, Chan used both hands to hold tightly to your arm, making sure that you were secure in the final and largest step in the series. Once you were settled on the steady floor, he took advantage of his grip to lovingly pull you closer, bringing your hand to his chest and resting it over his beating heart. The beats were so strong, so pronounced, that you could feel it rippling through his entire body.

“I want to feel you fully tonight. Okay?” he questioned, leaning his forehead down to touch yours. ‘My beautiful, beautiful girl,’ he thought.

You looked up at him, gently bringing your other hand to cup the side of his face. “Of course, my love. I wouldn’t have you any other way.” You went in for a short, sweet kiss before pulling away. Suddenly, Chan forced your hand down, off of his chest, rotating your arm until you repositioned your body to face forward.

One hand intertwined with his, the other now latching onto his bicep, you followed just behind him as he led you farther into the beautiful, almost ominous room. It was taunting in a way.

You always got nervous at this point. Nerves, butterflies, what have you. It didn’t matter how many times you’d gone through this with Chan, each ritual brought on new emotions, so overwhelming that you felt totally and completely consumed. ‘That is the point,’ you reminded yourself. ‘And ultimately, there is no better feeling in the world.’

You made a mental note of Chan’s expression- stoic and unwavering. His eyes were set only on the stained-glass window ahead. Much like him, and now much like you, the glass was adorned only in various shades of blacks, greys, and the occasional white. It let in the faintest beams of light, which was the only source of illumination excluding three white candles, not yet lit, sitting to the side of the window sill.

Now seeing Chan with the streaks of moonlight shining down on his face, you had reached the edge of the room. You both stood there for a moment, basking in the beauty shining out in front of you before turning to each other, Chan now taking both of your hands into his.

The love in your eyes while looking at Chan could not be hidden in the room. It sparked his heart up every time he saw the faintest reminder of it. His eyes trailed down to your lips- perfect and bare for him, as you’d known to do by this point. He saw you for your raw nature. For the humanness that you possessed, only a vessel to contain your inescapable soul. It wasn’t as if Chan wanted this, nor that he needed this. You were simply his fate. THIS was simply his fate. You had full control over him and he over you because you were one. Together, you made one full person.

He turned his head toward the window to face the moon in all its solemnity. You were always in his stars. The two bodies were simply one.

‘I can’t believe the luck I’ve been given in this life,’ he thought.

Piercing his eyes into yours, he began. “You are my one true love and my soul eternal. Nothing will ever be a part of me as much as you. Isn’t that right?”

Your head spun into his words, locking in every syllable. “That’s right, my love.”

“And I am your one true love and your soul eternal. Nothing will ever be a part of you as much as me. Is that correct?”

“Of course, my love,” you whispered, getting closer to his mouth. You came tantilizingly close, just lingering over his lips with a slight smirk. You knew what you were doing to him. You felt it every time in the way that his heart started to once again beat out of his chest. You took your hand from his, slowly, working your way onto his sculptured torso. You used two fingers to start walking up toward his chest, smiling at him daringly as you went. ‘I know this is driving you crazy, darling,’ you thought to yourself.

You stopped your fingers just over the spot you could feel his heart beating the strongest. You left them there for a second, lightly scratching the skin residing overtop with the tips of your nails. You contemplated for a moment, then proceeded to lunge your nails slightly into him, scratching down to leave deep red marks.

Chan hissed, leaning his head back. He allowed himself to fully feel the sting of your touch. The things you made him feel were like none other. He felt himself hardening underneath his black pants. Bringing his head back up slowly, he was met with your sensual gaze, smirk mocking him spread across your face. ‘Stop being such a fucking tease,’ he thought to himself, intense desire now building up.

He ran his tongue along his teeth, letting it out with a pop. Smiling down at you now, he leaned closer and whispered, “Then let’s play. Let’s worship.”

He suddenly grabbed the top of your dress and ripped downward, pulling the light chiffon apart as if it were never there to begin with. ‘Just like l wanted,’ he thought as he looked to your fully naked chest with no garments over top. He bent down to the level of the rip, continuing his force onto it. Eye level with your breasts, he bit down hard, getting a soft screech from you.

He smiled, obviously loving the reaction and kept working his way down.

*Rip. A bite into your stomach.

*Rip. A bite into your thigh.

*Rip. A bite into the side of your leg.

*Rip. A bite over the top of your foot.

He quickly took the dark fabric of the dress and threw it onto the alcove under the window. Now bent down onto one knee, he took one of your hands into both of his, kissing the top of it ever so slowly, then fully rotating to place a kiss into your palm. He lingered there more just a moment, pressing your hand onto his face to smell the sweetness of your skin. God how he wanted to consume you.

He kissed up the rest of your arm as he worked his way back up to standing. He slowly walked you back until your knees were resting against the alcove. In a swift motion, he pushed you back into the soft padding of the dress, just quickly enough to make you lose your footing but gently enough to make sure you wouldn’t get hurt and hit the three candles placed along the window.

‘My princess, so fucking beautiful for me,’ he thought, staring down at you. ‘This is all mine. I will have all of you.’ He launched himself down on top of you, throwing one of your legs around his waist as he leaned down to plant a hungry kiss to your mouth. He was straight to the point, biting onto you and swirling his tongue around yours. He began rutting his hips into you, taking full charge. He rubbed them up and down quickly, not giving you time to ease into anything. You could feel yourself growing wetter along the material of his pants. The way he put just the right amount of pressure, focusing it right along your clit, was almost too much to handle so rapidly. His body was so in tuned to yours, it was second nature. He continued to grind, unrelenting until a long moan escaped your mouth.

“Yes baby, that’s right. Keep going for me,” he instructed, unlatching his lips only long enough to get the words out. He was right back on them as quickly as he’d pulled off. As he steadily pushed his hips into you, he forced his tongue down into your throat, almost making you choke. He made deep strokes now, matching up his tongue movements to the thrusts of his hips.

You tried to let out more moans, but they were blocked. The vibrations that Chan felt on his tongue from it sent him into overdrive. He brought his hand up, sloppily pushing it into your face, then using two fingers to push into your mouth and join his tongue in your throat.

You gagged around the pressure. You couldn’t help it. You almost felt yourself suffocating underneath him.

“That’s right, so fucking beautiful for me. I know you can take it,” he spat out, eyes locked onto your every reaction.

You continued to choke while moaning and whining for air. You slowly tried to get deep breaths in and out of your nose, but they were far and few between. The combination of the clit stimulation and the aggressive strokes down your mouth overwhelmed you in the deepest sense of the word. You felt yourself losing oxygen, slowly letting your brain go fuzzy. You let out small tears and started to full-on scream. Muffled screams of course. At first, Chan couldn’t make it out. He reveled in the fact that he had full control over your body. Full control over your life at this point.

“Chris!!!” He felt you vibrate across his fingers. He quickly pulled his tongue and fingers out of your mouth, letting you choke and gasp for air. Tears were still streaming from your eyes, and Chris was sure this was the most beautiful he’d ever seen you.

You couldn’t help but continue to cry as you felt the oxygen rush back into your brain, helping you to finally feel alive again. Tears and tears and tears started flooding off of you.

“You did such a good job, pretty girl,” he cooed into you, still motioning his hips against your clit. “I’m so so proud of you,” he smiled. “But now,” he lifted his face up over top of yours- “Now, I need you to let go and come for me. You can do that for me, can’t you baby?” His eyes locked onto yours. You could barely see his face from the water covering your vision, but you went through with nodding your head as the breaths now came easier.

You focused on the deep strokes he was making on top of you, feeling your clit become engorged from how perfectly he was hitting you. You leaned your head back, mouthing “Fuck” as best as you could. Chan must have liked the reaction, as he pushed himself even harder into you, his thigh now adding more pressure. You were sure you couldn’t contain yourself much longer.

You gazed up to see Chan’s face hanging right over yours, watching intently as your began to writhe underneath him. He loved the power. He loved the thought of controlling the most vulnerable part of you. He looked like he wanted to fucking eat you.

You continued to focus on his face as the warm feeling of release started to come over you. Chan knew it too. He smirked, leaning down again to be closer to your face.

“Is my girl gonna cum for me?” he laughed, grinding as hard as he possibly could.

That was it. It sent you over the edge.

You felt your body start to convulse around you, desperately grappling for a bit of the dress fabric to hold onto while you rode it out. A zap went into your brain, healing any residual loss of oxygen that could have been felt. Chris smiled into your neck, then took both arms to hold your own down. He held your body down with his own, making you continue to take his hips grinding into you.

You were officially overstimulated, not able to fight back under Chan’s body weight. You cried, “Chris, Chris stop. I’m done. I’m done. Holy shit,” you cried, feeling another bolt shoot down your legs. “Ahh! I’m done!” You started panting, trying to catch your breath as quickly as you could as Chan lifted himself off of you slowly. The smile on his face quickly tilted down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“I knew you could do it.” He continued to press kisses along the entirety of your face until your breathing started to normalize. Once you had calmed down. He took your hand in his and planted slow kisses into the side of your neck. He pulled back up to wipe a few leftover tears before smiling down. “Time to offer our bodies, yeah?” he spoke gently.

You nodded with a deep breath out and a look of determination and slight excitement on your face.

Chan raised his body over yours, then leaned down to cup your back and help you raise up. He stepped off of the platform to remove his pants and unbutton his top, grabbing a few small items from the pocket before removing it fully. You watched as he let the clothes hit the floor and leaned over your body to set the items gently behind one of the three candles resting beside you.

He twisted your body around with his arms so he could now sit down, taking the placement you once had. “Ready?”, he asked, reaching up to laze his hand along the back of your neck.

You didn’t bother replying. Slowly, you crawled on top of his lap, running your hands into his hair, settling to rest over each side of his head for stability. Slowly, you lowered yourself onto his hardened cock, making sure to take it inch by inch. His hands slowly trailed from your neck and down your back, until he was holding just above your waist. He breathed heavily as you lowered yourself onto him, letting out a small hiss each time you moved.

Moving his eyes up, he watched your face as you took in more of him. The way you scrunched your eyes at the light but delicious pain of having him inside of you. ‘All fucking mine now,’ he thought, letting his head roll back as you had fully taken him in. He gyrated his hips the slightest bit to feel around inside of you. How tight you were for him and how he filled you up all the way to your cervix.

“Time for worship,” he breathed out.

He smoothly swiped his hands along and off of your body to reach for one of the items hidden behind a candle. A small lighter rested softly in his hand. He made quick work to bring it back in front of you, right between each of your face. He looked into your eyes for permission before lighting it. A small, warm, meaningful flame sparked up as he dragged his thumb across it. He smiled at you lovingly, ready for what was about to begin.

“The body, the blood, and the spirit,” he whispered into the flame. The words moved past the flame to hit your own lips, sending a cool rush into your body.

You moved closer to the glowing burn. You stared first at it, then down to Chan’s lips.

You repeated after him. “The body, the blood, and the spirit.” You looked at each other, silently counting down before taking a deep breath to simultaneously blow out the flame. You smiled into each other, reciprocally grabbing faces for a quick kiss. This one was full of passion- unlike any kiss you’d had before.

Chan suddenly pulled away, carefully guiding the lighter up and away from the both of you. He extended both arms as far as they could reach, stabilizing with one hand and pushing into the lighter with the other.

With that, he lit the first candle:

“The Body”

Returning his attention back to you, he let himself take a moment to memorize the feeling of being inside of you. How wet you were for him and how tense you felt around him. How you contoured yourself perfectly around him, letting him fill you up like a mould.

“This pussy was made for me. Only me,” he breathed out, slipping his hands down to your waist. He started massaging your waist back and forth, slowly at first to warm himself up inside of you. He was gentle, but started picking up speed steadily.

“Come down here, I need to feel you,” he instructed, moving his hands up to your back and pulling your body down on top of his. Sitting now, chest to chest, you wrapped your hands around his neck as you continued to ride him, slowly, back and forth. You kept pulling his body closer as you picked up the pace. Your arms now completely crossed over each other with your face in the crook of his neck.

Chan took the opportunity to relax his head back a little, just enjoying the feeling of you giving into him. He turned his head to the side, planting kisses from the top to the bottom of your neck. You felt yourself gasp once he had gotten to the end.

He bit down. Hard. ‘Fuck,’ you thought. He continued relentlessly biting in. He wouldn’t let you out of his bite. Your first instinct was to start moving faster on top of him, almost ballistically as if to pull away. But he wasn’t having it.

He gripped onto your hips now, pushing and pulling you quickly around him. He didn’t bother with being gentle anymore. He would make sure you had marks on both your neck and hips by the time this was done.

With his teeth sunken in as far are they could go, he swirled his tongue around the fresh-forming bruise. He quickly took a harsh handful of your ass, hauling it backward and forward, backward and forward.

“Chrissss,” you hissed out, not knowing how else to express yourself in this moment. “Fuck,” you let your head roll down. “Chris holy shit.”

He finally pulled off of your neck. “Say my name again,” he gritted.

“Fuckkk, Chris,” was all you could manage to get out, breath getting heavy.

“Louder.” He was violently moving your hips now, adding sloppy thrusts where he was able. He stared into you, looking animalistic.

“Christopher, please!” You breathed out hard now. You weren’t going to be able to take much more of this.

“I SAID LOUDER. FUCKING YELL FOR ME.”

“CHRISTOPHER BANG HOLY SHIT. PLEASE GOD,” you now yelled out as loud as you could. You just needed him to finish you.

He smirked up at you, loving the sight of what he’d done to you. You’d do anything for him and he knew it. Any. Fucking. Thing. He could and would make you do anything he said. And he would do anything for you. This moment is how it was supposed to be forever.

“God?,” he tauntingly laughed. “No baby, I am your god. I am all you will ever fucking need,” he barked out through gritted teeth. One hand had moved up to grab your hair as the other kept slamming your ass into him.

“You will worship me the same that I will worship you.” He was yelling at this point. Suddenly, he laid his body back on the ground, pulling you down with him. Your face now only an inch from his.

He looked deeply into your eyes and grinned. “Now you better pray to me that I don’t destroy you.”

His hand in your hair now pulled all the way back, lifting your head up to the sky. His grip on you didn’t fade, but he stopped pushing you and instead started ramming his cock into you as quickly as he could. He was relentless, pushing deeper with every thrust. You couldn’t even describe the pleasure mixed with the pain.

“Christopher, OH MY GOD. Fuck.. fuck.. FUCK!” you yelled at the sky. A smirk came across his face at the sight of you looking up. Looking like you were praying to him.

‘My good fucking girl,’ he thought. ‘It’s just me and you now.’

He kept thrusting harder and harder, until you thought for sure something inside of you was going to rip. You felt like everything inside of you was being shifted. He was rearranging you from the inside out.

“You’re going to fucking rearrange me, Christopher,” you spat out, about to begin crying again.

“See,” he grabbed your hair even tighter, bringing the first tear out. “I’m making you into my own perfect creation.” He bucked his hips into you three more times, each leaving you feeling breathless and helpless.

Suddenly, he stopped. He dropped his grip on your hair, letting your head fall softly to his chest. You could hear his heart going a million miles an hour. He put his hand over top of yours to feel it doing the same.

As much as you needed the release, you knew neither of you could have it yet. That’s not how this worked. You had to be patient.

As you moved one hand to gently hold the side of his face, he moved his free arm around your back as he sat up again. The moonlight surrounding you showed the sweat along his forehead and hairline, only making him look sexier.

He quietly reached over yet again for the lighter and to grasp onto another candle. He swiftly made a motion over top of it to turn the pure white wick into a newly charing flame. Before turning to face you he grabbed the other item he had previously thrown down. A small silver dagger adorned with beautiful carving into the handle.

There it was, seemingly quicker than the times before. The lighting of the second candle.

“The Blood”

Chan gripped tightly to the knife and gently placed it in your hand, being careful not to let it hurt you. He looked in your eyes as if to wait for your nod of approval. You were always a little scared, yes, but you wanted this more than anything in the world. The feeling was indescribable. To pledge your loyalty to him and him to you.

You firmly grasped the dagger into your hand. Chan felt along your chest, resting his palm over top of where your heart laid. He delicately clasped his other hand on top of yours, leading the knife to the area above your chest. He softly removed his marking hand to expose your skin underneath.

Ever so slowly, he led your hand down, along with the knife until the tip was grazing the top of your skin. He made sure to directly line it up over the top of your heart. Each breath you took made it prod the tiniest bit into you.

“You’re mine, my love,” he held the hand tightly and leaned forward to kiss you forehead. When he pulled back, he looked directly into you and squeezed your hand. A signal to begin.

His had hovered over top of yours as you started to move the knife painstakingly slow, just deep enough so that it would penetrate your skin. As soon as you felt it make the first scratch, you winced a tiny bit at the pain. It was by no means unbearable. Just enough to make you notice the uncomfortability of it all.

Chris stared at your hand, still resting his own gently over top as you moved. Your eyes shut, and you breathed out heavily, focusing all of your effort into your hand. You slowly moved it, little by little, leaving a shallow imprint across the skin. You swooped it down, following a steady curve until it could be brought back up.

Chris smiled, knowing you were done. He took a tighter grip on the knife, pulling it back to reveal your handiwork.

There, now carved into you, a lone letter “C”. A few drops of blood were trickling down.

All Chris could do was grin, leaning his face in to plant a small kiss in the middle of the “C”, making sure not to ruin the tiny bit of blood that had been let out.

He softly grabbed the knife out of your hand and held it with his own. He motioned with his eyes down to his chest, cueing you to find where his heartbeat was strongest. Once you settled your palm against his skin, he extended the dagger slowly for you to grab over top of where his fist was holding it.

You easily took it. Not hard, but barely resting over top.

He put a smirk on his face before bringing the knife down to where your hand lay. You slowly removed it, losing contact with the pulse of the heart beating below. He made quick work to push the knife into his chest, definitely with more power and aggression, deeper than what you had done.

Your instinct was to pull his hand back, but to no avail. He was gripping at the knife too tightly for your touch to do anything.

“This is good, baby,” he assured you.

You nodded, taking a deep breath before stabilizing your hand over his one again. You followed along with the curve of his hand, as you watched him carve your initial into his skin.

He had gone so much deeper, blood was trickling down fast. Not enough to be worried, but enough to silently think he was crazy. Crazy for you.

Once he reached the last stroke of your initial, you went to take your hand off of his. Instead of pulling back, he gently pushed in on the knife a little deeper, almost solidifying the engraving into his chest.

“Stop it Chan!” you screamed, returning your hand to his, to try and slowly back it up. You struggled, but he didn’t give in. He looked you dead in the face. His eyes were black now. It was as if something otherworldly had taken over him.

He didn’t respond, just held the knife in place, using his other hand to reach up and grab your face. He left a few gentle strokes along your cheek before settling into your hair, smirk wide across his face.

“Give me a kiss first,” he whispered.

“No Christopher! You’re too deep! Take it out right now!” you yelled, truly worried. You grasped his hand even tighter, trying to tug on it. To no avail. He was staying there if it was the last thing he did.

By the look on his face, you knew you’d set him off. His nostrils started to flare and he eyed you down. His jaw locked in place so tightly you thought he’d never be able to open it again.

“I want to give you my heart, y/n,” he spoke initially. “I want to give you my fucking heart,” his tone raised, face visibly mad. “I want to fucking rip it out right now for you to have!” he finally started screaming. “It’s yours anyway. It doesn’t belong to me. It belongs to you goddamn it, now fucking take it!” he yelled at you, his hot breath hitting you in the face. He could say what he wanted, but he was in pain. You gave him a few seconds to calm himself.

You leaned down to return to him what he’d done to you prior. You whispered in a low breath “No,” before kissing his forehead. You pulled back to rest your face on the same plane as his, only inches apart. You grasped his hand over top of the knife. “Not today, my love. Today, I need you here with me. And I need you here to be a part of me.” You kissed his cheek.

You could feel his hand relax a little, and you let yours tighten. Going as slowly as possible, he allowed you to remove the dagger, a quarter of a centimeter at a time. You both looked down as it inched out, admiring the perfect initial he had carved. A few areas streamed blood down them, but nothing more than he’d had before. Once the knife was fully out, he gently held it in front of him, covered in blood that ran down the palm of his hand. Your hand still around his felt the tiny trickles of blood onto it too.

He slowly let you direct the knife back to your own skin. You rested it just along your own engravement, making sure to get the small amount of your blood from your chest and onto each side of the knife.

You both looked intently as you guided the knife back to the center and handed it off to Chan. You slid your hand down to grasp onto and stabilize his wrist.

You both sat for a minute, looking at each other like you weren’t sure who should start. Chan leaned in leisurely, bringing his face down to the the level of the knife. He stuck his tongue out to bring it straight down, along the middle of the blade. As he pulled back, he closed his mouth and licked his lips- a shade of red now covering them.

You mirrored his example and gently took a swipe of blood in your mouth. You never really got used to it- the taste of the iron. But knowing that it was now mixed blood, that of you and your soulmate, you cherished every last drop.

Chan placed the dagger back behind the candle before leaning in to steal a quick kiss. Your mouths were now wet with each other, but in the most perfect way. A tiny part of him, even if just a cell, would now live in you. It made you just that bit perfect, but that was enough for you.

It was not enough for Chan. He needed to devour you in every sense. ‘It’s time to finish you,’ he thought.

He rushed to find the lighter again, scrambling his blood-covered thumb over the top to light it up.

The lighting of the third candle.

“The Spirit”

He quickly wiped the blood of his hands off onto the remainder of the dress lying beneath him. He laid you down again onto your back, throwing your legs over his lower back as he went. He made sure to press his chest all the way down into you, letting your blood intermingle and soak into the initial he had so happy etched into himself.

He looked at you in adoration. ‘God this man.’ He made you feel so loved. So seen. How could this gentle being be the same man who was ramming into you 10 minutes ago? The man that was fully insistent on ripping his heart out to present to you because nothing else could fulfill his need to give you himself? This man loved you. In the full sense of the word. He would die for you. He would sacrifice his own soul to save yours. He would crawl through the depths of hell if he knew it would keep you safe. Chan was the only person you would ever need, and he made sure you knew that.

“It might feel tight, baby,” he whispered, laying his head down into your hair, right beside your neck. He slowly let his length move inside of you. He proceeded slowly, only pushing in slightly more when he felt you relax around him.

Once you had fully adjusted, he began with slow, loving strokes. You suddenly felt warm with this fullness inside of you. Like this is what you had been missing all along. And with it, you were finally whole.

Chan felt the same way, and he made it known to you.

“You feel so good baby,” he whispered into your ear. “My match made in heaven.” He kissed your ear. He continued slowly, making sure to rub along the outside of you.

He let his hands wonder down until they were pressing into the bottom of your stomach. You could feel so much more with the new pressure. You felt every inch of him slowly pulling into and out of you. Every stroke felt like it reached a deeper part. He angled his body slightly lower so that he could angle himself up into you. Right to the sweet spot.

“Fuck,” you breathed out, smile shining on your face. “Fuck baby, that felt good.” You let your head relax back.

“Yeah?” he asked, hovering his face over yours. He didn’t want to miss a single look on your beautiful face.

“Yes, Channie,” you smiled again, taking a sharp breath in.

‘God that fucking nickname’ he thought. His heart turned into putty every time you used it. ‘So soft and so gentle for me… For Channie.’ He smiled, using one hand to stroke along the top of your head, maintaining the pressure on your stomach with the other.

He thrust into you harder now. Not necessarily faster, but using more force. The look on your face was all the reassurance he needed to keep it up.

He watched how your mouth dropped open, like you watched to scream something out but you couldn’t. How your eyes squeezed shut to focus on the feeling he was giving you. How your breathing started to pick up the more that he moved.

Feeling himself inside you got him hard, yes. But watching you- with all of your perfection- loving the way that he made love to you, got him rock hard. Suddenly, his tip became more sensitive. It crept and crept up until it started to drive him wild.

He started to place sloppy kisses along your mouth as he slammed his hips in. He kept a steady pace, just enough to keep your heart rate up.

You moaned as his hand pressed even harder into you. You could feel his cock hitting up and into the palm of his hand. Time and time again, you felt him hit into just the right spot to make your toes curl. Everything in your body froze up, then went warm. He kept going and going until it was going to send you over the edge.

“Channie?” you whined, breathing heavily through your mouth.

“Yes, my love?” He detached himself from your face to look at you. God, he could get off by looking at that face alone.

He smirked. “Does my baby need to cum?”

“Fuck yes,” you said, reaching around his neck to bring his lips down to yours. You felt like you were being elevated from your body.

No, resurrected.

Chan was going to bring you back to life.

Hard, stiff thrusts now poured out of him uncontrollably.

His breathing quickened too all of a sudden. He let out a sharp moan.

“Ughhh,” he drew a breath in. His voice was shaking. “I’m going to cum baby. Cum with me, yeah? Let’s tie ourself together now, okay?” He could hardly get his words out.

You knew he was barely holding on. So vulnerable for you.

Swiftly, he released the pressure off your stomach, making you gasp at the sudden loss of weight. Instead, he brought his hand down to your clit, and rubbed light circles. He went just in tune with the thrusts, throwing you over the edge.

“Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, Oh God,” you screamed out, feeling the beginning of the orgasm take over your entire body.

That’s all Chan needed. He took long thrusts to push himself over the edge with you. He shut his eyes tight, picturing just your face, your soul, holding his heart.

No, EATING his heart. It's all he could ever ask for and you would be the one to give it to him.

“TAKE.” Thrust.

“IT.” Thrust.

“ALL.” Thrust.

“UGHHH,” he yelled out, throwing himself into you with the most force you’d felt all night.

Your vision went white, jolts being sent through your body in every direction. Your body stiffened, head throwing itself back and body arching up off the ground. You felt Chan’s cock twitch inside of you, followed by a warm feeling that almost filled you more than you could take.

He continued to give you a few more wild thrusts. He bit down onto your ear. “Take it baby. Take my spirit and give me yours.”

Your body let out one final jolt before Chan slowed down and grabbed your face, cupping it in both hands.

You kissed him like you’d never tasted him before. Like everything about him was new and you were ready to explore.

You had just dedicated your entire being to him, but everything felt so irrepressible in this moment.

As he brought himself to a complete stop, he pulled his face from yours, panting. He decided to lay there for a few moments, letting himself rest inside you. It only felt natural to be this close to you. To finally feel like he could be a part of you.

His eyes fell down to your chest underneath him- both of you stained from the dark red show of your love for each other.

He made sure you were looking at him. He wanted itnto be a show. He then took the palm of his hand to his mouth, giving it a soft kiss. He placed the hand over your heart, where his initial had been etched in.

“I’ll always be with you, yeah?” he smiled down.

“Always and forever, my Channie.”

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This is the long wanted part 2! Im ao sorry for being this late </3

There was the silence again and that disgusting feeling in your chest. You knew that he has already promised more than one time to spend some time with you and it didn't change. He kept getting stuck at work.

But what if he's serious now and really does change?

Would you be rather with him here, not sure if he will change or just have some space and really have some time to think about everything.

"I think its best if I somewhere else tonight" you say and couldnt dare to look in his puppy eyes and instead deeply analyzed that picture on your nightstand. Too afraid to turn around and look in his tearing eyes which has always broken your heart in milion pieces.

He removed his hand from your back and that little bit of warmth it previously gave you flew away. It felt like breaking up but thats not what you said... right?

That anxious feeling you knew flew through your body and was sticking to every bone in your now cold body. Have you messed up this time?

"Y/n.." his voice was shaking and made it almost to a competition between his voice and your hands, you stomach turned around when you thought about all the possible endings this could have now.

"Do you want to break up?" you couldnt tell who was more scared to hear this answer, you or him.

"Chan I gave up so many things for you and i dont wanna throw that away" you finally say and for you, this was a 'no, i dont want to break up' and thought that you had calmed him down a little with that but no, his response was unexpected.

"Instead of giving love as a reason you say that you dont want to break up because of all the things you've done for me" his tone was a mixture of anger and pain, more like disappointed.

"Chan thats not what i meant" you immediately say before he interprets everything wrong and finally turns around to see him. His eyes usually filled with joy and love are dead, sad and lifeless.

"But thats what you just said. If you only stay with me because of the time we've been together and the things you did, i want you to break up" you desperately try and find some light in his eyes, just a little sparkle.

"No you misunderstood me" you say in shock while turing around so you can really face him. "I would never stay only because i have invested a lot, I would only stay if i still love that person and you are that person. The person I love" youre facing him and put his hands in yours and insead of responding, he just looked down at your hands. Just like that one time he was anxious and you we're calming him down before a show. You put his hands in yours and moved your thumb a little to calm him down. Just like he used to do.

"When youre not happy with a new song you just dont throw it away. You sit there for hours and try to make it better, to fix it" he was looking up and the last 3 words gave him hope that this wasnt over, that you two can just go to sleep and forget about all this, but you werent done yet.

"And sometimes if you get stuck on a melody, or any part of the song, you put it aside for a few days and start again" you voice was soft, avoiding any type of miss communication.

Pictures of you two wont stop appearing in your head. All the good memories.

"If i get get it right after some time ill just delete that whole track..." he says quietly and you noticed the tears on your face as some of them were traveling down your lips, almost synchro with his tears.

"We wont throw this away" you say in a shaking voice and finally give in the urge to wipe away his tears. "If you throw away this song I will be mad" you smile with tears as he wiped away your tears.

"What are we going to do with this song?" he asks and you felt that anxious feeling leaving your body with every breath you take.

"I dont want to put it away for some time. Im eager to make it perfect from this very second"

You couldn't resist anymore.

Within seconds your lips collide with his and it caught him off guard but it didnt bother him, why else would he kiss you back?

It felt more like he has been waiting for this.

No words were needed. You wont throw this away nor put it aside.

This will be fixed now and forever.

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Time Out [Bang Chan x Reader]

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🕯Summary:

You've been childhood best friends for years. Pet names, Skinship, and Bickering were the norm between you. On the last day of the concert, something unexpected happened.

"You're so fucking annoying," he murmured, kissing your palm. He pinned after you for years but you didn't notice the signs. "You were blind, yet you called me the blind one," he sulked, kissing your wrist.

"Skinship and pet names are our norm, how was I supposed to distinguish between the two," you said, poking his dimples.

🔗https://archiveofourown.org/works/40766715

🌹CW:

Confessions|Oral Sex|First French Kiss|First Time|Dynamics Play|Aftercare

💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

🍄Wordcount: 6.2K

Sounds of cheers pervaded the arena, bass boomed from the loudspeakers. The crowd went wild, lights flashing with light sticks in their hands. Adrenaline is pumped into your veins sending a shiver down your spine. You turned your head only to see your childhood best friend pressing his tongue against his inner cheek, grinning at you. You scoffed, a smile curling your lips. You nodded gently, acknowledging his gesture. Chan licked his lips, suppressing a smile. He bounced on his heels, looking at his members with fondness in his eyes. You snickered at his reaction, closing your eyes, and allowing the music to sway your body naturally.

Chan looked back in your direction, his breath hitching as his gaze focused on your figure. Jisung looked around, searching for his leader and snorted when he followed his gaze. Jisung held back a laugh, threatening to burst. "Channie hyung, it's your cue," he whispered, instantly snapping him out of his daydream. Chan shook his head, chuckling nervously as his fingers plucked at the strings of his guitar. The familiar weight under his fingertips as he played, You opened your eyes, scoffing when you saw Chan biting the corner of his guitar pick. You rolled your eyes half-heartedly, it wasn't the first time and it definitely wouldn't be the last. Bad habits are hard to die.

You pressed your tongue against your back molar as the current song slowly fades into a mellow one. The soft guitar strums resonated in the background, and a subtle smile unconsciously appeared, knowing where the next song would lead. You found yourself humming to the tunes, lyrics burned into your memory. Your body swayed as your vision fixed on a certain male in your life, licking your dry lips as he sang with desperation oozing through the verse. You asked him numerous times before, what inspired such a heartwrenching song, but each time he responded that it's just a narrative.

The chorus began to build, "Red, blue and purple on top. Above that, we are in love. The light is so bright even in the middle of the night. And I assume that you are the light. The aurora that you gave me. Always shines' purple, even when it passes by me," Chan sang, his eyes meeting yours. You gulped when he looked in your direction as if dedicating his verse to you. "I got this on my way, AuRoRa, It cross over my head, Go ahead," Jisung sang, an underlying growl covering every syllable. The crowd went feral and you could understand why. You exhaled shakily, and deep down you knew your cheeks were flushed,

The post-chorus of the second verse came to an end, you watched as Chan strummed his guitar, walking with confidence lacing each step. Chan walked to the centre stage for the bridge, biceps flexing with each stroke. Goosebumps covered your arms, each time you heard his solo. It never failed to send a shudder through your body. You inhaled sharply, shaking your hands to dispel the chills crawling on your skin. Chan bit his lower lip, closing his eyes as he immersed himself in the song. He lifted his guitar, strumming the last chord as Jisung clutched his stand mic to sing to the ending chorus. The crowd screamed their heart out to the last song of the night.

Chan exhaled with an adrenaline-filled smile, chest heaving with each breath. He ran his fingers through his damp hair, pushing it back. He looked in your direction once again, reminding you of a lost puppy as he bit the inside of his cheek. You laughed at his expression, nodding in amusement as you clapped slowly. Chan chuckled, bowing dramatically, making the crowd behind you scream at his gesture. You shook your head, sighing with a grin. The members joined hands, bowing respectfully as they say their thank yous, ending their show for the night. You waited for the crowd to disperse before making your way backstage.

Loud laughter rang out, and you chuckled under your breath, knocking on the door, You heard the room instantly go silent, and then a frantic stumbling ensues. Your eyes widened as a sudden dull thud sounded against the walls. Chan opened the door, leaning his elbow against the doorframe, smiling through gritted teeth. You looked at him "Is everything alright?" you asked, trying to look past his large figure blocking the door, Chan followed your gaze, tucking his lower lip between his teeth. You furrowed your eyebrows, "Chris," you said, warningly, looking up at him. Chan swallowed nervously "Yeah?" he asked, clearing his throat as his voice cracked.

You pressed your tongue against your inner cheek, not giving him the chance to avert his gaze "What are you hiding, Christopher?" you asked, taking notice that his ears taint red. Chan shook his head in exasperation "Nothing, nothing at all. Why would I hide anything?" he stuttered, making the mistake of shifting his position. You seized the opportunity to slip into the room but before you could, Chan wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing his chest against your back. Your breath got caught in your throat, only letting out a surprised squeak.

Chan hooked his chin on your shoulder, "You really should pay attention to the signs, sweetheart," he whispered, letting his biceps press against your sides. Blood rushed up your neck, "Uh-huh, sure. Can you let me go?" you asked, resisting his grip. Chan chuckled as his lips grazed your earlobe "I don't know, should I?" he whispered, tightening his hold, You nodded your head "Yes, you should," you stated, saying the obvious as you tried to break free. He chuckled lowly, smirking against your ear "Say please?" he whispered, sending shudders throughout your body.

You bit your tongue, "Don't cross the line, Christopher," you threatened, craning your neck to glare at him. He stared down at you, a smug grin etching his lips. Dimples, appeared as he grinned. Your breath hitched, unconsciously holding your breath as he kept his gaze on you. "Sweetheart, all you have to say is please," he teased, smirking against your cheek. "Fuck off," you snarled, writhing in his grip. He chuckled, chest rumbling against your back "Now, now darling. All you have to say is please and I'll let you go," he said, pressing his back against the wall behind him.

You clenched your jaw "Please," you murmured as blood rushes to your cheeks, turning them dusty pink. Chan grinned, leaning his face next to yours "I'm sorry, I couldn't quite hear you," he teased, nibbling on your ear. You scoffed, rolling your eyes, taking a deep inhale "Please," you repeated louder this time, hoping he'd let you go and not ask you to beg again. Chan paused for a moment, causing a whine to escape your throat. He laughed, releasing his grip "That wasn't so hard, now was it?" he asked, gently patting your cheek.

You gritted your teeth, "I fucking hate you," you seeth, pouting as you glared. Chan smiled, poking your cheeks "I know you do," he says, taking your hand. You furrowed your eyebrows, "Where are we going?" you asked as he pulled you along. Chan looked back at you "We're going for a little ride," he said vaguely. You rolled your eyes "Wow, very specific of you," you mocked sarcastically. Chan ignored your sarcasm as confusion crossed your face "Aren't you supposed to head back with the kids?" you ask, tilting your head to the side.

Chan pursed his lips, holding back the urge to pinch your cheeks, he cleared his throat "Since it's the last concert, we have the evening off," he explained, taking out his car keys. He opened the passenger's door and signalled for you to sit down. You hesitated but sat down anyway. A soft yelp escaped your lips when Chan's well-toned arms suddenly came into your line of sight as he buckled you in. Chan gave you an amused look, "What was that?" he teased, grinning as he props his arm on the car roof.

You clench your fists, punching his torso. Chan chuckled and raised his hand in surrender "Alright, alright. Stop with the kitty-punches," he teased, at which your jaw dropped, staring at him in disbelief. Chan grinned, gently closing your mouth "Cute," he murmured, closing your door. You shook your head, crossing your arms as you relax against the seat. Chan started the engine, buckling himself in. He hummed, turning on the radio and setting it to low volume. The audio turned into white noise throughout the whole ride. You propped your head on your palm, staring out the window.

Lights flashed past you, the night seemed calm and soothing. Chan drove, resting his hand on his thigh. You swallowed as you caught a glimpse of him. You bit your tongue, pushing away every fleeting thought that crossed your mind. Chan saw your flustered cheeks and shook his head gently, a smile curling his lips. It wasn't long before Chan stopped near a cliff. You furrowed your eyebrows "Where are we, Chris?" you asked, looking around only to see nothing but dense trees.

"Is this a kidnapping plot," you joked, rubbing your hands together. Chan said nothing, studying your features for a moment before unlocking his door to join you. He unfastened your seatbelt and held out his hand for you to take. You looked up at him, hesitant. Chan sighed, leaning forward to wrap his arms around your waist as he lifted you up. You cried out, wrapping your arms around his neck "A warning would be nice," you murmured as he set you down on the bonnet. Chan pulled out a few thick blankets, placing them over your legs.

Your mouth gaped like a fish out of water, utterly confused by his actions. Chan ran his fingers through his hair, taking a seat next to you. You raised an eyebrow, "Is something wrong, Channie?" you asked, resting your head against your knees. Chan sighed, closing his eyes "You're so stupid," he muttered, nibbling your palm. You scoffed, trying to tug your palm back but he held it firmly. "What's that supposed to mean?" you muttered, offended at his sudden attack. Chan glanced at you, sighing deeply "What do you think we are?" he asked, not giving you a chance to avert his gaze.

You gulped "Well, childhood best friends?" you said, but it sounded more like a question than an answer. Chan scoffed, smiling slightly "What type of friends pull the shit we do?" he asked, pressing his tongue against his cheek. You bit your tongue "Don't you treat me the same way you treat the kids?" you asked, averting his question. He shook his head firmly "No, I don't," he said, locking eyes with yours. You stared into his eyes, looking for any sign of doubt in his statement but found none "I don't understand," you muttered. "You call the kids pet names on the daily, so I assumed that it was normal. Was it not?" you asked, as thoughts ran through your head.

Chan sank his teeth into the flesh of your palm, leaving deep indents but not deep enough to break the skin. You yelped as he did "I can't believe I love you," he confessed, kissing the bite. Your eyes widened "What?" you whispered as your body froze. Chan lifted you up, clasping his arms around your waist. "You heard me, sweetheart," he said, nosing your neck. You shivered, straddling his lap "You can't just say that Christopher Bang Chan," you scolded, pinching his arm. He grunted, taking your hand, and intertwining your fingers "I just did," he said, kissing the top of your palm.

You furrowed your eyebrows "Since when?" you asked, eyeing his features. Chan smirked, "Would you believe me if I said since day one?" he asked, kissing your wrist. You scoffed "Were you blind?" you asked, disbelief evident on your face. Chan shrugged "Blinded by love, maybe," he said, resting his chin on your shoulder. "You didn't just say that, Chan," you snorted, running your fingers through his hair. Chan grinned "That's just the effect you have on me, sweetheart," he teased, pulling you closer, letting your chests touch.

"I want to wipe that stupid grin off your face," you grumbled, squinting at his lips. Chan grinned wider, leaning forward "Then why don't you?" he whispered, blowing into your ear. You shuddered, licking your lips "Can I kiss you?" you asked, staring at him. Chan nodded, smiling warmly "You didn't have to ask, sweetheart," he said, stroking your sides. "I didn't want to assume plus consent is hot," you murmured, stroking the back of his neck. Chan chuckled "Alright, baby. Take it slow, we have all night," he encouraged, tracing your curves.

You gulped, leaning forward to give him a soft kiss on the lips. You licked your lips "Peaches," you mumbled as he smirked "Your favourite," he said, rubbing your thighs, waiting patiently. You exhaled deeply, leaning forward, and kissing him a little longer than before. Feeling his soft lip on yours, you could feel yourself getting addicted. You pulled back gently, panting against his chest. Chan squeezed your supple thighs together, drawing a low moan from your lips. Your eyes widened as you covered your mouth.

Chan chuckled, tugging your wrist away from your mouth "Let me hear you, sweetheart," he whispered, kissing your cheek. You felt your face heat up from the affection. You looked down, staring at your hips, embarrassed. Chan gently lifted your head back up, holding your chin firmly "Keep your eyes on me, sweetheart," he whispered, stroking your cheek. You leaned into his palm, putting your hand above his "Can I ask you a favour?" you murmured as blood rushed to your ears. Chan chuckled, nodding his head "Don't be afraid and tell me, sweetheart," he reassured,

"Can you teach me how to french kiss?" you asked, looking at him with curious eyes. Chan groaned loudly, burying his face against your chest. You frowned "Did I say something wrong?" you whispered, anxiously. He shook his head "No, you didn't," he reassures, holding you tight. You pursed your lips "Then why are you groaning?" you asked, tilting your head slightly. Chan tilted his neck back, inhaling deeply as he closed his eyes "You're just so fucking cute, that's why," he grunted, pressing his forehead against yours. Your cheeks flushed "Oh," you whispered.

Chan pinched your cheeks, tugging them in his fingers. You whined in pain "It hurts," you cried, clutching his wrist. He kissed your cheeks "There, better?" he asked, nosing your cheek. You nodded as he turned you around, pulling you closer to his chest "Look up, sweetheart," he murmured, leaving gentle butterfly kisses down your neck to your shoulder. You snuggled against his chest as you looked up. A soft gasp escaped your lips "Wow," you whispered, staring at the light show. Gentle waves of light lit up the barren night sky. "Did you know this was happening tonight?" you asked, enjoying the first-class view.

Chan hummed, nodding against your shoulder "Yeah, I wanted it to be a surprise," he murmured, staring at your starstruck expression. "It's so beautiful," you said in amazement. Chan nodded, keeping his gaze on you "Very beautiful," he whispered, hooking his chin on your shoulder. You craned your neck "You haven't done it yet," you said vaguely. Chan raised an eyebrow "Done what, sweetheart?" he asked. "Teach me how to french kiss," you said, straddling his waist once more. Chan chuckled, bracing his hands on your hip "Can I take the lead?" he asked, drawing circles on your sides.

You nodded, staring at him expectantly. Chan smiled, licking his lips "I need verbal consent, darling," he said, nudging your nose. You wrinkled your nose, "Please," you whispered, looking up at him. Chan cooed "You're a quick learner," he teased, grinning proudly. You snarled at him, trying to bite his finger as he waved it in front of your face, mocking you. Chan chuckled, sighing loudly into his hands "You're really making me doubt my morals, baby," he groaned, holding both of your wrists into his grip. You furrowed your eyebrows, nudging his nose.

He wrinkled his nose, stroking your jaw "Close your eyes, kitten," he whispered, leaning in to gently nip your bottom lip. You tried to tug your lip back but Chan held you firmly. He kissed you carefully, giving you short, sweet kisses to help you ease into it. You caught yourself chasing after his lips every time he pulled away. He grinned against your lips, kissing you longer. Chan squeezed your thighs, eliciting a loud moan from you. He took the opportunity to slide his tongue against yours, sliding it gently over each corner of your mouth, eliciting another moan from you.

Chan smirked against your lips, trying to elicit as many sounds from you as possible. You clutched his bicep, starting to feel dizzy from pleasure. You felt woozy but safe, trusting Chan that he wouldn't take advantage of you in this state. Chan deepened the kiss, making you whimper. You shivered as he gently pulled back and stroked your hip "Feeling alright?" he asked, running his fingers through your hair. You leaned your head against his chest, nodding as you panted for air. Chan kissed the top of your head "Did you like your first french kiss?" he asked, murmuring against your hair.

Your cheeks flushed, ears turning red "Yes," you whispered, muffled against his chest. Chan chuckled, tracing your legs lovingly "Comfortable?" he asked, wrapping the blankets over your torso. You nodded, eyes growing heavy as you wrapped your arms around his waist lazily. He smiled warmly, kissing your forehead "Take a nap, sweetheart," he whispered. You nodded against his chest, snuggling deeper. Chan ran his fingers through your hair "Rest well, sweetheart," he whispered, admiring your relaxed features. He hummed, coaxing you deeper into your nap.

You shifted, pressing your cheek against his pec. Chan covered his mouth with his free hand, muffling a groan threatening to slip. "If anyone hurts you, I'll kill everyone in the room and then myself," he murmured, completely whipped by you. He watched as your eyebrows furrowed, and your nose twitched before snuggling closer to him. So stupid in love, he grinned, smiling like a whipped fool in the night. You grew up together, sleepovers were a weekly thing but he'll never get over how adorable you looked when you slept.

Chan sighed deeply, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. He shook his head "You're so fucking annoying," he murmured, kissing your palm. He pinned after you for years but you didn't notice the signs. "You were blind, yet you called me the blind one," he sulked, kissing your wrist. You pulled back your hand from his hold, yawning as you rested your head against his shoulder "It's not my fault you had so much love to give," you mumbled against his skin. Chan ran his fingers down your back "You'll have to elaborate on that, sweetheart," he said, nibbling your thumb.

You whined, pulling your thumb away from his restless bites "Skinship and pet names are our norm, how was I supposed to distinguish between the two," you said, poking his dimples. Chan groaned, burying his face in the crook of your neck, ears tinting red. You grinned, stroking his hair "You know I'm right," you whispered, kissing the top of his hair. Chan whined, nibbling down your neck, knowing full well that you were right. You giggled, running your fingers through his hair. Chan leaned against your touch, sighing happily. "I now declare us as idiots in love," you joked, watching as his lips cracked into a smile "Definitely," he chuckled, agreeing,

You giggled "Should we head back?" you asked pressing the blankets against your cheek. Chan looked at the time "It's close to midnight. Should I drop you off at your house or," he grinned, pulling you closer "You could spend the night with me," he whispered, looking into your eyes. Your breath hitched as you inhaled sharply. Chan laughed "The choice is yours, sweetheart," he said, kissing your nose. You wrinkled your nose, involuntarily biting the pads of your thumb. Chan gently took your thumb away from your lips.

"We could just cuddle in the room watching cheesy romance movies, that is if you don't have any other ideas," he teased, watching your neck turn red. A shiver ran through your body, you wanted more, you knew you wanted more. Your lips twisted into a pout as you continued to think about your decision. Chan chuckled, kissing your pout gently "Sweetheart, was that question too big for your pretty little brain? Do you need daddy to help you?" he asked, voice dropping an octave. You unconsciously held your breath, staring at him with wide confused eyes. Chan stroked your cheek as you exhaled softly.

You whimpered, clenching your jaw as you gasped for air. Chan chuckled "Excited already?" he teased, kissing you. You moaned into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck "Excited?" you ask with wobbling eyes. Chan froze with his mouth agape "Sweetheart, do you know what's happening, right now?' he asked, running his fingers through your hair. You exhaled shakily "No?" you whispered. Chan cooed "Have you ever felt this way before?" he asked, cupping your cheek. You shook your head, lips quivering "No," you whimpered, staring upwards with glazed eyes.

Chan smiled warmly "Oh, baby. You're alright. We can stop here if you want," he suggested. You shook your head, pouting "I want you," you murmured, staring at him. Chan chuckled "Do you even know what you're asking for?" he asked, grinning at you. You whined, pressing your wrists on his thighs "I do," you muttered. "I need to hear you say it, sweetheart," he whispered, kissing your ear. You trembled, clenching and unclenching your fist. Chan smirked, pressing his tongue against his inner cheek "Come on darling, tell daddy what you want." he said, pulling you closer.

You clenched your jaw, sighing deeply "I want you to fuck me," you mumbled. Chan held your jaw firmly "Can you repeat that sweetheart? I didn't quite hear you," he whispered, raising an eyebrow. You huffed your cheeks, "I want you to fuck me," you repeated more confidently. Chan smiled warmly, wrapping the blankets around you before lifting you up. You cried out, clutching his biceps. Chan chuckled, gently setting you down in the passenger's seat. You snuggled into the blankets, watching him buckling you in. Chan started the engine, resting his hand on your thigh.

Your heartbeat pounded against your chest as you leaned your head against the cool window. The ride was silent but pleasant, as you allowed Chan's fingers to take up all your attention. You took Chan's hand in yours, tracing the outlines of his fingers. "Pretty," you murmured, comparing the size of his hand to yours. Chan chuckled softly, jolting you out of your trance, your heart pounded once more as his arm instinctively held your body back "You're alright, baby. It's just me," he said, turning his gaze back to the road.

You exhaled deeply, melting into the seat of the car. Chan smiled, placing his hand on your thigh again. You distracted yourself, staring out of the window, noticing the previously bright streets turned silent as the stores began to shut. Chan drove to the hotel parking lot, parking his car on the rooftop. Your cheeks burned at the dirty thought that crossed your mind in the face of an empty parking lot. Chan noticed the look on your face, grinning "What's going through that pretty head of yours?" he whispered, jolting you out of your trance again. Chan chuckled, unfastening your seatbelt before unbuckling his own. He turned off the engine and walked to your door.

You shuddered a sigh, looking up at him nervously. Chan smiled warmly, taking your hands into his "We can always turn back, kitten. I just want to make you feel as comfortable as possible," he said, kneeling on one knee as he kissed the top of your palm. You ran your tongue across your lips, nodding your head. Chan grinned, pulling you up to your feet "If you ever feel like tapping out anytime throughout the night, you can tell me," he said, kissing the top of your head. You giggled, wrapping your arms around his "Okay, daddy," you said, eyes turning into crescents.

Chan blinked at you, mouth agape "Sweetheart, you're going to kill me one day," he said dramatically, holding his chest. You smiled cheerily "You called yourself that, Mister steal your girl," you stated, poking his dimples. "Baby, why did you have to bring that up," he whined, sulking at your tease. You laughed, wrapping your arms around his waist "You brought this on yourself when you decided to confess," you said, nuzzling your face between his pecs. He shook his head "Can I return you?" he teased, nudging your nose. You glared at him, wrinkling your nose "You wouldn't dare," you said. Chan smirked "You wouldn't know," he retorted back.

You looked at him stunned "I hate you," you said, squinting your eyes. Chan chuckled, chest rumbling against your cheeks "I love you too," he said, kissing your forehead. You released his waist, leaning against his arm "Let's go daddy," you said, pointing to the lift. "Before I call you father," you added, before sprinting to the lift, leaving Chan behind in disbelief. Chan scoffed, "This fucking brat," he muttered under his breath, smirking widely. You giggled, resting your back against the wall "Hurry up, grandpa," you teased, sticking your tongue at him.

Chan rolled his eyes, wrapping his arms around your waist "You need to be taught some lessons if you think this behaviour is acceptable," he growled, nipping your earlobe. You whined, trying to take a nip of his arm as a rebuttal. He chuckled at your struggle, tightening his grip "Fiesty little thing, aren't you," he said, lifting you off your feet. You wrapped your arms around his neck, squirming your hips in his hold. Chan sighed deeply "Kitten if you don't fucking stop, I will not hesitate to throw you over my shoulder and spank you," he growled, gripping your waist.

You whimpered, burying your face against his neck "I'm sorry," you said, mumbling against his skin. Chan kissed your lips "It's alright, sweetheart. Everything is new to you isn't it?" he asked, unlocking his room door. You nodded against his neck, sniffling softly. Chan cooed, removing your shoes "Baby, my pretty little one. Why are you crying?" he asked, gently setting you down on the bed, kneeling in front of you. You pouted, staring down at him, still sniffling. Chan rubbed your knee, kissing your hand "Daddy's sorry gorgeous. Did my words scare you?" he asked.

You nodded as your sniffles subsided. Chan stood up kissing your forehead, "Let me teach you a colour system," he said, running his fingers through your hair. You tilted your head "Colour system?" you stared up at him with puffy red eyes and a swollen lip. He gulped, pressing his tongue against his cheek as he inhaled to catch his bearings. "Yes, a colour system. Red is stop, Yellow is pause and Green is go. Just like the traffic lights," he said, running his fingers through your hair. Your lips parted an "Ah." as your nodded. "Okay, daddy," you said, melting into his palm as he stroked your cheek.

Chan clenched his jaw, inhaling sharply "What do you want to do first, baby?" he asked, cupping your cheeks. You licked your lips, staring at the bulge forming in his jeans "Can I give you a blow job?" you asked, pawing his jeans. Chan's breath hitched "Aw baby wants to feel a cock in her mouth?" he asked, unbuckling his belt. You nodded excitedly, "Please daddy, need you," you begged, pouting. Chan cursed under his breath, kicking his jeans aside "Go ahead baby," he said, leaning in to kiss your lips. You hummed into the kiss, smiling excitedly. Chan nipped your bottom lip, smirking as you whined.

You glared at him, jutting your lip. Chan chuckled, raising his hand "I couldn't help myself, kitten," he said, watching you tug his boxers down. Your eyes widen at his sheer length, you gulped as your mouth watered. He smirked smugly at your reaction, holding his length up, and cooing at your curious eyes. You looked up at him, gently tracing the outline of his cock, a pretty pink cockhead contrasting his pale skin. You felt Chan shudder under your touches, sending pride into your veins. Chan gulped, "This is all your doing, baby," he groaned, staring at you with half-lidded eyes. You whined, sticking your tongue to taste the precum dripping down his slit.

Chan shuddered, growling under his breath "Fuck," he cursed. You whined louder, wrapping your lips around his tip, and swirling your tongue. Chan grunted, wrapping his hand firmly in your hair "Fucking hell, kitten. That's it," he moaned, licking his bottom lip. You looked up staring into his lust-covered eyes, sinking deeper. Curses spilt from Chan's lips "So fucking good, kitten," he grunted, shallowly thrusting his hips into your mouth. You moaned around his cock, tears dripping down your cheeks. Chan tilted his head back, chest rising "My messy girl," he growled, clenching his jaw.

You whimpered around his cock, drool dripping down the corners of your lips. Chan chuckled lowly, smirking "You liked that, didn't you? My sweet girl, daddy's messy little kitten," he groaned, gripping your hair tighter. You bopped your head, hollowing your cheeks to his thrusts. Chan cursed, eyes rolling back "Fuck, kitten. You're going to kill me with that mouth of yours," he growled, fucking his cock. "You take me so well," he praised as you felt his cockhead hit the back of your throat. You whimpered, only for it to come out gurgled as you choked around his cock. Chan felt the air punch out of his chest as he groaned, holding your head still.

You moaned around his cock as he came down your throat "My god sweetheart," he moaned, riding his high, thrusting shallowly. Chan hissed as he pulled out of your warm mouth. He pressed his thumb into your mouth, holding your bottom jaw "Spit or swallow?" he asked, panting heavily. You whimpered, swallowing his cum as he kept his grip on your jaw. He moaned, leaning in to kiss you deeply. He ran his tongue on the roof of your mouth, smirking into the kiss while you shivered against his hold. Chan pulled away gently, licking his lips. You moaned, resting your hands on his thighs.

Chan chuckles, pushing you down "Lie down baby, on all fours," he said, pushing his hair back. You nodded obediently, laying on your stomach as your arched your back. Chan smirked, sneaking his hands up your thighs, spreading them further. You whimpered, burying your face into the pillow. Chan chuckled, kissing up your thigh "Look how easily you bruise," he growled, marking your thighs with shades of purple and red. You mewled, crying out as tears brimmed your eyes "Daddy," you cried, swaying your hips. Chan bit your plump ass, kissing the bite "Yes, sweetheart" he asked, smirking against your skin.

You whined loudly, legs quivering in need "Da-daddy, I need you," you begged as your pussy clenched around nothing. Chan cooed, stripping you bare, "You're dripping princess," he said, running his finger down your slit. You whimpered, arching your back lower into the bed "Please," you pleaded, head filled with arousal and lust. Chan gripped your ass apart, licking down your dripping pussy, groaning against your pulsing clit. "You taste so fucking good, baby," he grunted, thrusting his tongue into your tight walls as you ground your clit against his chin.

Chan gripped your thighs as he buried his face within your pulsing core. You moaned shamelessly, your legs quivering from the pleasure. You cried out, gripping the sheets "Daddy, I'm so close," you whimpered, legs begging to wrap around Chan's head but he held them firmly. Chan smirked against your folds, biting your clit, sending you off the edge. Your body trembled, orgasm flooding your senses. You sniffled, thighs quivering as your ground your pussy on his face, riding out your high. "That's it, sweet girl," he praised, licking your orgasm off his lips.

You laid on your stomach, "Daddy," you whined, rolling your hips. Chan chuckled, kissing your cheek "Daddy's here, baby girl," he said, tracing his fingers down your spine, sending a shiver through your body. "Fuck me, daddy," you said, your lips twisting into a pout. Chan chuckled, kissing your pout "Condom or no condom?" he asked, pulling away from the kiss. You sulked "No condom, please daddy fuck me raw," you whined, staring at him with glassy eyes. Chan nodded, kissing your forehead "Relax for me, sweetheart," he said, pumping his length as he pressed his hand into the sheets beside your head.

Chan grabbed a bottle of lube, squirting the fluids onto his palm. You whimpered as it dripped down your back "Daddy, it's cold," you shivered. Chan laughed, rubbing the lube between his fingers, spreading your folds "Don't tense up, baby girl," he said, thrusting his finger into your tight ribbed walls. You cried, rolling your hips as he curled his fingers. Chan added another, scissoring your throbbing walls. You panted against the sheets, hands clenching the pillow beneath you. He cooed, stretching your sopping hole, fingers pressing around your g-spot. You screamed, body trembling as he continued to massage your inner walls.

Chan groaned watching your pussy grip around his fingers, sucking them in needily. "So fucking tight, kitten. Can you feel daddy's fingers in your tight little hole?" he growled, eliciting a loud moan from you, "Need your cock, daddy," you babbled, clenching around his fingers. Chan chuckled, carefully pulling his fingers out of your core "Patience, sweetheart." he said, kissing your back. You gulped, feeling his back shadow yours. Your clit throbbed, drawing a whimper from your lips.

Chan grinned, biceps flexing as he teased his cock on your slicked folds. You moaned, gripping the sheets, his cock stretching your walls "So big, daddy," you wailed, body quivering. Chan grunted, kissing down your neck "You're doing so good, baby," he groaned, pushing deeper into you, thrusting his hips. Whines filled the room, the smell of sex staining the room. You whimpered, feeling your stomach bulge from the size of his cock penetrating your hole.

Chan wrapped his arms around your hips, pounding into you deep and thoroughly. "Mo-more, daddy," you begged, legs trembling against his hips. Chan growled, pinning your wrist above your head, fucking into you earnestly. You screamed out, stuttering out incoherent babbles. "Daddy, daddy, daddy," you drooled, eyes rolling back. Chan groaned, thrusting his cock harshly, marking the crook of your neck. You choked up a sob, body shaking against his. Chan grunted, bottoming against your plump ass with each thrust "So sweet for me kitten. Daddy's going to fill you up to the brim and you're going to take it," he growled, pressing the bulge forming under your skin.

You sputtered, clawing the bed as tears spilt "Pl-please daddy, fuck me full," you keened, crying into the pillows. Chan groaned against your neck, thrusting sloppily "You'd like that sweetheart? So fucking pretty, carrying our baby," he growled, hips stuttering as he came. Cum coated your pulsing walls white. He groaned against your hair, hand reaching to rub your swollen clit. You cried out, wailing loudly "Gonna cum, daddy. Fuck," you cursed, cumming as your walls clenched around his cock. Chan hissed, groaning from the oversensitivity "My sweet girl," he mumbled, gently pulling out of your gaping, sopping pussy. Cum dripped down your folds, staining the sheets.

Chan groaned at the sight, gently turning you on your back. He leaned over your figure, kissing your forehead "Come on, sweetheart. We need to get cleaned," he said, nuzzling your neck. You whined, stroking his hair "Sore," you pouted. Chan chuckled, pulling you onto his lap "I know, pretty baby, but you, my love need to get washed," he said, carrying you bridal style to the bathroom. Chan sat you down on the toilet "Take a piss, sweetheart," he said, turning on the water for the tub. You wrinkled your nose at his crude words but relieved yourself nonetheless. Chan grinned, kissing your nose as he laid you down in the tub, sitting right behind you.

You leaned against his chest, lathering the soap he handed you as he lathers the rest on himself and your back. You closed your eyes, curling up against his chest. Chan chuckled, nudging your nose as your glared at him. "My love," he said, staring at you. You hummed in acknowledgement, intertwining your fingers. Chan shook his head "Nothing, just wanted to see how you would react to me calling you that," he muttered, nosing your cheek. You wrinkled your nose, "So sweet," you said, clicking your tongue. Chan squealed "Only for you," he said, nuzzling your neck.

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Helloooooo, may I please request Chan’s reaction to reader having another groups tattoo?

I’m a Chan biased but have a Vernon inspired tattoo on my ribs

Thank you so much for this suggestion, Anon! I've got quite a few tattoos myself, (no SKZ ones...yet) one of them being a Fall Out Boy-related tattoo and I think I'd cackle listening to Pete freak out over me having another band's or group's tattoo. So, I kind of took the humorous route with this one and I hope that's okay! I also hope you enjoy it just as much as I did writing it.

I also apologize for how ridiculously long this got. 😂 I kinda let myself get carried away, but I think those kind of stories are the best anyways!

If you enjoyed this one, please, please reblog! I honestly do a little happy claps when I see anyone reblogging or interacting with my content. All the warm and fuzzies!

STORY RATING E for everyone.

TYPE Slice of life...I think?

CONTENT WARNING Quite literally nothing to note. Use of explicit language, but tons of comedic humor and just a smidge of fluff!

W/C 6,063

“I can only imagine the photos she took of you, JK.” Chan snorted, leaning his head against his fist which was propped up on several pillows. 

JK stayed quiet for a moment, shaking his head at Chan before something began to develop across his expression, “Let me get back at her.” 

Chan sat up, a bit perplexed at the request JK was propositioning, “What’dya mean?” 

Chan and you have been dating for the better part of a year and at this point, there isn’t much he hasn’t seen of you.

More than that, he’s asked about almost every single tattoo you have. Its honestly how you both became acquainted, actually. 

He saw your obnoxiously bright dinosaur tattoo from some distance away; making his way over to you and managing to pull one of the smoothest attempts you’d ever seen any man manage to use to get your attention. 

He was clearly successful, for transparency’s sake.

You were on vacation in Australia and enjoying your time beachside. Little did you know, Australia was his home country. There you were, minding your own business while waiting in line for a snow cone when Chan couldn’t help himself whatsoever from full bore running and stopping suddenly behind you in linewhen you immediately became aware of the labored panting of someone standing behind you.

Letting curiosity get the better of you, while still trying to play it off as complete disinterest, you turned slightly around to see a man bent almost in half as his eyes were glued on you. But don’t get it twisted, he wasn’t looking you in the eyes, not yet anyways. He was staring at you, his eyes feeling as though they were transfixed on your left arm.

Glancing around, expecting someone to have been chasing him or something…

Why the hell is this man panting so much?

After assessing your surroundings and realizing no one was actually chasing him, that he for some reason was behind you and panting up a storm like a dog after a run, you felt your brows furrow together before deciding to evaluate this seemingly poor man’s condition.

“Um, are you okay?”

It was only then his eyes snapped up to yours fully when he flashed one hell of a rage-inducing smile in your direction, sliding his hands from his knees and up to his hips as he stood up straight. 

Who does this man think he is smiling like THAT?!

“Yeah, yeah! I’m great. How are you?” 

Sheer confusion must’ve washed over your face as one of your brows pitched upwards, “Are you serious?” 

This man couldn’t get anymore attractive to you at this point, you’re sure of it, but all of a sudden you’re pretty sure you witnessed the heaven’s opening up and the sound of angels began to fill your ears.

Okay, thats a bit of an exaggeration. He was…he was giggling. And he was doing it at you.

“I’m quite serious, actually. You getting a snow cone, too?” 

“I’m in the line, aren’t I?” 

The giggling you still weren’t sure wasn’t the heaven’s choir belting out your new favorite song of the summer, picked up briefly before settling, “You are.” 

Shaking your head a few times, attempting to dislodge whatever spell this man had seemed to put you under, you just blink at him. Several times, “Can I help you with something?” 

There he stood, his stupid smile on his stupid face with his stupid laugh. And he just smiled at you again before you saw him quirk his head to the side, raising his eyesight above your head, “Can I get 2 pineapple and cherry snow cones, man?” 

Oh my god. 

Did he just? Yes. Yes, he did indeed step in front of you. And still dazed as you you were, you spun slowly around with your toes digging into the sand and saw that he definitely had ordered for you.

Well, maybe he didn’t. Its entirely possible he ordered 2 for himself. 

How long had you been looking at him like he had 2 heads and a halo?

Couldn’t have been more than a few seconds. But maybe it was longer than that and your turn had actually come up and instead of being vigilant, you waffled and he decided to just step ahead of you?

Amidst the poor attempt at logical reasoning you were facing in lieu of this man’s behavior, the smell of sticky sweet pineapple invaded your senses as you realized he was holding the other snow cone he’d ordered. But he was holding it in your face.

“Um, is that for me?” 

Blinking your way out of disassociation, you glanced at the snow cone held tightly in his hand before looking up to him for confirmation. 

“Sure is. My name is Chan, by the way. Or Chris. I honestly respond by both.” 

Still unsure of what this man’s intentions were, but not above refusing a snow cone that you didn’t actually have to pay for, your hand slowly moved to take the snow cone. 

Hesitantly, you wrapped your fingertips around the bottom part of the paper cone which cradled the sweet treat. Your hand inevitably came into contact with his as you did but…this man wasn’t letting go…not yet, anyways. 

“Name’s Y/n. Is this how you typically pick up the ladies or am I the exception?” 

Regaining your ability to speak and contribute to the conversation, you applied just a bit more force to the snow cone, pulling it out of his grip as he let out another angelic giggle before releasing it.

And the rest is history. Or so they say. 

He asked you about a 100 questions about your tattoos, at least the ones he could see with relative ease as you were wearing an off white sun dress that hit right below your knees. He admitted to you that he’d love to get an entire sleeve of tattoos, but had no idea where to start, but that he was amazed by yours. You were flattered, really.

Of those 100 questions, of course, 2 of them were him asking you on a more formal date and asking for your number. 

Up until this point, you knew Chan had seen all of you. You two had had sex. Showered together. Hell, you two had even cuddled naked together and how the hell had he never, ever noticed this one particular tattoo was beyond you.

You’re still not even certain how you’ve managed to make it an entire year without Chan having at least glimpsed at it. But there he was, arms crossed on the living room sofa, looking at you with one of the most unimpressed and unamused looks he’s ever given you. 

“Christopher.” 

“Y/n.” 

“What do you want me to tell you? I’ve had this tattoo for years. Its not my fault you ever noticed it.”

He huffed out a breath, “You never disclosed it, either.” 

You couldn’t help the bark of a laugh that ripped through you, almost sending you to the floor, “DISCLOSURE?! Christopher, you’ve got to be fucking with me right now.” 

“And what if I’m not?” 

“Then I’d asking you what in the fresh hell is actually wrong with you for being upset with me having a BTS tattoo!” 

If Chan could’ve managed to roll his eyes any further back into his head, you’re pretty sure you would’ve been making a call to the paramedics, fearing that either his retina’s had detached or he was experiencing a seizure. 

“Its not just a BTS tattoo, Y/n.” 

“Roll your eyes at me one more goddamned time or so help me god, Christopher.” 

His expression was so deadpan, you were certain he’d end up turning to stone with his appearance. 

“It’s not just a BTS tattoo, Y/n.” He repeated, doubling down by readjusting his crossed arms and exchanging his man-spread position on the loveseat to throwing one leg over the other. 

“This is because its about JK, isn’t it? Did he tease you about this or something?” 

His eyes widened, “Why would he tease me about your tattoo, Y/n?!” 

Oops. 

You may or may not have told Chan about the time you had met BTS years and years ago while working at a HYBE event prior to and most certainly before knowing Chan or even Stray Kids existed. 

And you most definitely did not tell him about the fact that you ended up working for BTS a few summers after having met them, doing event coordination for HYBE. And you were positive you never even mentioned to Chan that you got the tattoo as apart of a dare that you dared JK with. The means by which you managed to coerce JK into getting said tattoo was the embarrassing part.

It had never come up in conversation as he had clearly never noticed the tattoo you had on the inside of your right ring finger. Yes, it was small. But so was JK’s. 

Yeah. He most assuredly had no clue JK also had a tattoo that was very similar to the one you had, but also different. 

“Y/n…why would JK tease me about your tattoo?” He repeated, his arms slowly uncrossing themselves as he propped himself off the back of the couch with his hands. 

“Uh…I-uh…Ihonestlyhavenoidea?” You presented him with your best attempt at a shit eating grin as you could muster, choosing to slowly make your way to the armchair that sat opposite of the loveseat. 

“Should I just call JK?” 

There it was. The threat followed by the growing smirk bubbling across his face as he began to formulate the beginnings of how this tattoo made it’s way to your finger. 

“Oh gosh, Chris, no! You don’t have to do that!” You smiled again, placing both of your elbows on your knees as you threw your head into your hands and leaned forward into his space. 

“No?” He’d managed to shift all the way to the edge of the loveseat’s cushion before he began to lean into your space. 

“Nope.” You squeaked out as you began to slowly find yourself sitting back up, your hands removing themselves from under your chin as your back straightened. 

“Y/n…don’t lie to me.” 

“Chris, this is silly! It’s just a silly little tattoo.” 

Clearing his throat, he stood on his feet and looked down at you. You had to crane your head upwards to meet his glance, feeling all the bits of unease and panic he was forcing you to feel. 

Please do not call JK. Please do not call JK.

You kept uttering that phrase like it was some sort of new age mantra; repeating it over and over inside your head and hoping to whatever creator out there that Chan could hear you. 

You fucking knew he couldn’t. 

Like an 80’s montage but without the cheesy music and all the slow-motion action you could tolerate, Chan pulled his phone from his back pocket. And suddenly, the fast forward button had been activated as the speed with which he dialed JK was similar to that of a cheetah securing dinner for the evening. 

“Chris! Come on, baby. It is not that serious! Had I known you were going to react like this, I would’ve said something a LONG time ago!” You pleaded, jumping to your feet and wrapping your arms around his waist. 

He only glanced down at you before you heard the click of the other line and JK’s voice came through the speaker, “Yo, Chris! What’s up man?” 

Chan cocked an eyebrow as he took his free arm and wrapped it around your waist, all but securing your body against him as he spoke, “Hey JK! Nothing much. I’ve got a question for you.” 

A choked whimper was suddenly caught in your throat as you all but slammed your head into Chris’ chest, more or less embarrassed at the story he would be told about the origins of this stupid tattoo and less worried he’d be actually upset with you. 

“What’s up, man?” 

“Do you happen to know a Y/n L/n?” 

There was a brief moment of silence and what sounded like shuffling of some kind on JK’s end, “Yeah…yeah, I do. Wait, why do you ask?” 

Chan’s eyes looked down at you once again. He placed a perfunctory kiss to the top of your head because he couldn’t manage to make eye contact with your face to place one on your forehead. It was still pressed firmly to his chest as you now tried to wriggle out of his grasp. 

“Well, she’s my girlfriend and…” Chan was cut off almost immediately by JK. 

“Woah! Girlfriend?! You’re dating Y/n-ah? Bro, how long?” 

“Just a little over a year. I love her to absolute bits.” He spoke, his voice just above a whisper as he leaned his head down so his lips would brush right against your ear while he spoke. This said whisper rattled you way more than it should have, but you knew that was the sole purpose of Chan doing it in the first place.

“Christopher, I swear to god. Please. Don’t.” Your words were so muffled and you knew Chan couldn’t understand you, but he began to giggle. The same fucking giggle that reminded you of Baby Jesus and Holy Hymns and Angels and shit. 

“Congrats, man! She’s awesome. She worked for us for a bit!” 

Chan’s arm only tightened around your midsection as you acquiesced to his grip, slowly coming to terms with the fact that he would soon hold the exceedingly mortifying knowledge of how you obtained the very tattoo in question in just mere moments. 

“Oh, you don’t say!” He quipped, slowly turning the both of you in a circle by means of swaying side to side. 

“Yeah! We met her forever ago through an event HYBE was holding and she ended up doing some event coordination stuff for us for about a year or two. She was fucking phenomenal. She doing okay? Why’d you ask?” JK’s tone sounded equal parts concerned and confused. 

“Well, if I happened to say something about a tattoo, would that ring any bells?” 

And with that, the loudest and most obnoxious laugh tore through the speaker as JK broke out into a fit of laughter, which only caused Chan to all but pick you up with the arm wrapped around you. 

However, JK quickly managed to calm himself before you were actually lifted off the floor, “Oh man. Yeah, yeah that rings a bell. Why?” 

“Well, you know she’s got a lot of tattoos…” Chris pauses, awaiting confirmation from JK.

“Of course.” 

“And somehow, that little tattoo never managed to come up in conversation in the last year or so and well, today it has and I’m just curious about it. Y/n isn’t being as forthcoming about it as I’d imagined she would be.” 

“Well, that makes sense that she hasn’t been,” He let out another brief laugh,” Is she there with you right now?” 

Chan looked down at you, realizing that you had readjusted your head to keep your eyes on him, the pleading expression remaining permanently affixed on your face. The look he presented you with, however, was expectant one. And he expected you to answer. 

“Hey JK.” You squawked, pressing your forehead against Chan’s chest once again. 

“Y/n-ah! I had no idea you were dating Chan-ssi!”

“Well you know me, so good at keeping those secrets!” 

Chan squeezed you tighter as your eyes shot up to meet his, brows furrowing together. The force of his constant entrapment finally caused you to mouth the word “ouch” to him.

———

THE DAY PRIOR…

“Hey man, long time no see!” JK greeted Chan, bringing the other into his embrace via their joined hands, but only briefly before they broke apart just as quickly. 

“Oh, it hasn’t been that long, has it?” Chan pondered, questioning whether it had really been longer than he had remembered since he saw JK last. 

JK nodded, taking a seat on his couch, throwing his body against it and suggesting Chan take a seat in the couch opposite him. 

Chan obliged, pulling his keys and phone from his back pocket before doing so. However, once seated, he too fell backwards, allowing his back to meet the soft, plushy fabric of the couch as he settled in. 

“Its been,” JK paused, one eye squinting in thought before it popped open, “At least 6 months.” 

“6 months!” Chan chirped, grabbing the water bottle that had been set out for him. The sound of the plastic lid coming apart from the seal cracked under his palm as JK hummed in affirmation. 

“Yep, I mean, we’ve definitely talked since then but we haven’t properly hung out in a while. Dude, how have you been? You and the kids are killing it out there! I’m so proud!” JK smiled, his lip ring catching the shine of the overhead track lighting. 

Chan palmed the back of his neck, only slightly embarrassed at the compliment while briefly grabbing one ear before placing his water back on the living room table, “Ah man. Thanks. The kids work so hard, they deserve it.” 

JK shook his head, “You all deserve it. That includes you, Chan-ssi.” His eyes focused in on Chan, encouraging him to not argue in defiance of JK’s compliment. 

“I appreciate that. We all work hard.” 

JK glanced at Chan, a smirk crossing his lips before responding, “So, how are you and Y/n? I still cannot believe you snagged her.” 

Chan couldn’t help the small chuckle that bubbled up from his chest, the mere thought of you still gave him butterflies and made him nervous. How had he managed to snag you was still a mystery to him, but he was so thankful for you regardless. He tried not to make much sense of it because when he attempted to do so, he often found himself perplexed for hours, comparing and contrasting almost every detail of the last year and a half of your courting and the subsequent official ascension of the relationship. 

JK, surprisingly, had also been one of the first ones Chan had told about you. Well, of course after he talked with Lee Know and Changbin, who after meeting you only one time, were convinced you were the person Chan would eventually marry and only encouraged him to continue seeing you. Chan would hush them every time they made those comments, not wanting to even put that jinx out into the universe. Of course, he would want to make you his forever, but he knew the both of you needed just a bit more time together as boyfriend and girlfriend before he even thought about asking you to be his wife. 

“She’s fantastic,” The words left Chan a bit airy, almost as though he was describing how you managed to make him feel on a daily basis, “ We are doing great. She’s always challenging me and the kids, but is great at helping me decompress and she’s so, so creative. And well, utterly fucking beautiful.” 

JK smiled again, though his lips stayed softly pressed together before he spoke, “She’s good for you. I can see the difference.” 

Chan’s gaze shot up from his feet, where they had been planted while he spoke about you, “Really?” 

JK adjusted his position, throwing his legs over the edge of the couch as his feet firmly pressed against the stone flooring of his apartment, sitting up and leaning against the back as he did. 

“Yeah. You just have this air about you dude. You come across way less…encumbered with the weight of quite literally everything. Which, I suppose makes sense,” JK winked in Chan’s direction, “You’re not carrying it all yourself anymore.” 

Chan took a moment to really think about JK’s words and his gut response was to say that he was still the same old Chan he was before he met you. But, just as quickly as that impulsive assessment flew into his brain, it flew right out and was replaced with the knowledge that he was finally sharing the weight of life with…you. And sure, he let the kids carry some of the weight from time to time, but never wanted them to ever feel quite the same pressures he faced. He was the leader, after all, and that was his responsibility. But once you walked into his life, or rather he ran up to your’s, the weight eventually didn’t seem as heavy as it once did. And maybe that’s what JK really meant. 

Chan’s face had softened in thought, his eyes casting downwards once again as JK let a brief chuckle slice through the comfortable silence between the two men, “I mean look at you, dude. You’re head over fucking heels for this one. When’s the wedding?” 

JK always knew how to really wind Chan up, always saying just the kinds of things that would be only slightly out of pocket, but would still manage to make Chan flustered-or annoyed-depending on the context. 

“Dude, shut the fuck up. Its too early for that.” Chan threw a pillow at JK, who easily caught it with another laugh. 

“Just make sure I get an invite, yeah?” 

Chan rolled his eyes, “Yeah, yeah. Of course you’ll get an invite, you ass.” 

Both the boys laughed, sharing a moment of silence together before Chan was quickly reminded of something he wanted to ask JK about, “Y’know, that reminds me of something I wanted to ask you about.” 

JK perked up, “Alright. Hit me.” 

“So Y/n has this tattoo on the inside of her finger…on her right hand and I’m almost certain its the only one she’s never told me about. I remember seeing it one night when we were watching a movie on the couch. I was holding her hand and saw it and realized that it looked awfully familiar to one I’d seen before.” 

Chan took a sip of water before continuing, “I know you have something to do with this. So spill.” 

The almost instantaneous laugh that ripped from JK was jarring, causing Chan’s face to contort into a mixture of amusement and intense curiosity. 

Without missing a beat, JK leaned over the small distance between him and the coffee table, offering Chan a glimpse at the ring finger on his left hand, “Yeah, I know a thing or two about it.” 

Chan’s eyes focused in, brows pinching together while he really studied the small banana peel tattoo JK donned, “She’s got the banana.” 

Chan said it so matter of factly, not only because it was quite literally a matter of fact, but because it was so innocuous but also just really weird. Weird to the point that it drove Chan to to even ask JK about it in the first place.

“So she worked for us for almost 2 years, right?” JK inquired. 

Chan nodded his head, remaining silent. 

“Well, during that time she did mostly event coordination for us. So like, red carpet events, tour and hotel stuff, comebacks…all of that kind of stuff,” JK ran his hands through the mop of brown hair on his head, “Well, she also helped with the variety shows we do, but specifically the BTS one’s we did for Weverse and HYBE.” 

Chan signaled understanding, the look of amusement and curiosity only growing as JK continued. 

“We did this one show, and I can’t remember the exact details or…what the premise was now, but I was dressed up as a monkey.” 

Chan couldn’t help the boisterous cackle that slipped out of his lips, his hand immediately flying over his mouth at the thought of JK dressed up as a monkey, “A monkey?!”

It was JK’s turn to roll his eyes at Chan, looking at him through his brows, “Yeah. A monkey.” 

Chan was gasping for breath at this point, the mere thought of JK in such a predicament only creating a place just for this image in his brain to live rent free. JK, having finally tolerated enough of Chan’s squeaky laughter, threw a pillow at him and landed it square across Chan’s face. 

Chan flew backward a bit, caught off guard by the sudden feeling of fabric against his face. Chan caught the pillow and slammed it down across his lap as he forced himself to calm, realizing JK was waiting on him so he could continue, “Alright, alright. You can continue.” 

JK shook his head, “Well, a few days after we had done the recording for that episode, I came to find out it was her entire idea. Like, I’m talking the entire premise for the skit from start to finish. She even had me eating a fucking banana, bro.” 

Chan stifled the laughter that was threatening to spill, realizing that he didn’t want to be assaulted by anymore couch cushions, “That sounds so much like Y/n.” 

JK nodded, “Yeah. Well, when she found out I found out, I couldn’t stop giving her shit for it. It went on for months. At one point, I was calling her my Little Capuchin.” 

Chan’s eyes almost bulged out of their sockets as he threw his head back and finally allowed the laugh he was trying to suppress to come out. He threw both arms over his face as he let his head fall to the back of the couch’s edge. After a few moments, and after the heaving of Chan’s chest began to return to baseline, it was only then he sat back up, ruffling his hair before running both of his hands over his face, “So, the tattoo. How, how in the hell did that come about?” 

It was only then JK finally let out a brief fit of laugher himself, “A dare.” 

Chan’s eyes narrowed in on the man sat across from him, “A dare?” 

JK nodded, “It was close to her end with us as she was leaving HYBE to go do work elsewhere and we were all a little bit,” JK held up his pointer and thumb, almost pressing them together to exaggerate that they were the opposite of a little bit, “Drunk. It was then I suggested we get tattoos to signify not only the end of her time working with us, but one that would also make her laugh any time she looked at it. But Chan, when I tell you she was tipsy as hell, I’m honestly not exaggerating.” 

Chan had only heard the stories you’d told him about your time in college, driving several frat houses under the table, but he was certain you’d not divulged this particular piece of information about how you managed to acquire a banana tattoo.

He also knew that your days of drinking had come to an abrupt end once you began work in Korea freshly out of college, often times traveling back and forth to the states doing so. You soon realized mixing drinking of any kind and jet lag were things that should never go together. Fuck that, you’d told him. So, you only chose to drink on very, very rare occasions and only times when you knew you’d not be on a intercontinental flight. 

JK, noticing Chan’s slight confusion decided to provide a bit more clarification, “Let me preface that by saying, we were having a dinner celebration. Kind of like a send off. She’d only had 3 drinks, but for some reason they hit her hard.” 

Chan nodded, feeling a bit more clued in to the context of the situation, “So, it was a dare?” 

JK shook his head, “Yeah, kinda sorta? I mean, I was drunk, too. But I remember that I kept calling her Little Capuchin the entire evening and I also remember RM threatening to slap me if I wouldn’t stop.” 

JK shook his head, a smile blooming across his face briefly at the memory before he resumed, “I’m pretty sure it was just her and I that ended up going to see my artist because he was still in his shop late at night. I remember standing there with her in the parlor, debating with her on what to get when she basically shouted that we should get bananas.” 

Both Chan and JK erupted in laughter, agreeing that the entire situation most definitely sounded like you. 

JK took a sip of his water and set it back down on the living room table, “I told her I wasn’t going to get a banana tattooed on me and she dared me.” 

Chan held up his hand, waving it about to signal JK to pause, “Hold on. So she dared you?” 

JK confirmed with a quick nod, “Yup. And if I didn’t, she told me she’d post all the behind the scenes photos of us, including me in that monkey outfit, on Weverse. I balked at her but she told me HYBE had given her explicit permission to do whatever she wanted with the photos, even before the episode released. She took some real stupid photos of me, Chan.” 

JK palmed his forehead, shaking his head in the pithiest way possible before looking back up at Chan, “So there I was, getting a banana peel tattoo because she insisted I was the peel to her banana.” 

“I can only imagine the photos she took of you, JK.” Chan snorted, leaning his head against his fist which was propped up on several pillows. 

JK stayed quiet for a moment, shaking his head at Chan before something began to develop across his expression, “Let me get back at her.” 

Chan sat up, a bit perplexed at the request JK was propositioning, “What’dya mean?” 

“She doesn’t think you know a thing about this tattoo, right? Well, after she’d sobered up and I told her she basically blackmailed me into getting it, she was honestly mortified. She wouldn’t stop apologizing. It was only after I told her she was fine no less than 10 times and I wasn’t bothered in the slightest that she  finally decided to listen to me, but I know the whole thing still embarrasses the shit out of her. And thats probably why she’s never told you about it. Its small and she just assumes you’ve not noticed it yet, I bet.” JK explained, offering a very valid reason for Chan to agree to his request. 

“I mean, sounds entirely reasonable why she hasn’t then. So, what’s your idea?” 

———

Chan leaned down, pressing a curt peck on the tip of your nose as you were now unable to smash your face into his chest.

“So, she hasn’t told you about the tattoo?” JK’s voice trilled through the phone still snug in Chan’s hand. 

“Nope, sure hasn’t.” Chan’s less than impressed expression fell to you again, after he brought you down with him against the couch. You both fell against it with soft grunts, him forcing you to basically sit glued to his side. 

“Ugh! Do you both have to do this to me right now? Its just a stupid tattoo!” You bellowed, trying your best to turn inwards towards Chan to hide your face in any capacity you could. 

Both of the men began to laugh, almost in tandem. Almost like they both knew something you didn’t. Your suspicions only grew when Chan’s hold of you began to lessen to the point you were able to turn inwards and watch his face. 

He had set his phone down on the coffee table in front of you both, his face was red from laughter and slightly wet from the rather amused tears that quickly followed. You could only assume JK looked exceeding similar to the way your boyfriend did in that very moment. 

You sat up, straightening your posture and looked between the phone and your boyfriend several times before you realized the both of them were playing some sort of something with you still. 

“I cannot believe you two.” It was your turn to roll your eyes so hard, certain your retinas would detach as you scooted a few inches away from Chan and crossed your own arms. 

Chan heaved in a large amount of air, hearing what you said during the brief pause in both his and JK’s laughter that he turned to look at you. He noticed the considerable distance you had managed to make down the couch away from him as his laughter began to quell, JK’s soon followed suit. 

“Oh Little Capuchin, don’t be upset!” JK guffawed, himself being taken over by laughter once again. You glanced over to Chan, an eyebrow raised, and it was ever apparent he was suppressing additional laughter himself. 

“Fuck you, JK.” You felt the heat of embarrassment flood your face; your cheeks flushed a bright shade of crimson at the pet name you’d not heard in so long. 

“Aw, c’mon! You’re the banana to my peel!” He quipped, Chan only sporting one hell of an tickled expression. 

“I’m fucking done with you, two,” Your brows leveled in Chan’s direction, “You knew, didn’t you? He told you when you two hung out yesterday, didn’t he?” 

Chan only shrugged, a massive grin appearing on his lips, “I mean, we might’ve discussed it?”

“Bahng Christopher Chan! Jeon Jun-Kook! You both are menaces and I hate you both!” You stuck your nose up towards the ceiling, turning a quarter of the way away from Chan with your arms tightly crossed into one another. 

The boys continued their dumb giggling, Chan only taking just shy of a few more minutes before you heard him hang up the phone. The soft thud of his phone settling on the table was heard next, followed by the feeling of the couch dipping slightly behind you. 

Chan positioned himself behind you, pressing his chest to your back as his arms meandered their way around your midsection. His angular chin found purchase between your neck and shoulder before he spoke. 

“Baby girl, I knew you had that tattoo months and months ago. I had a feeling JK knew something about it because I remembered he had a very similar one to yours. I did ask him about it yesterday and he told me everything.” 

His words vibrated against your collarbone as he spoke and without any warning, his hold on you tightened as he fell backwards against the couch, pulling you on top of him still with your back against his chest. Instinctually, feeling like you were going to fall, you threw your hands out in a feeble attempt to catch yourself, but you weren’t falling. Chan had a strong hold of you. 

You let out a massive sigh, your chest pressing against the strength of Chan’s arms as you did before you broke the silence, “This is so fucking uncomfortable, Christopher.” You couldn’t help the exceptionally minuscule grin that began to creep its way through the hardened expression you were trying to maintain. 

“Well, seeing you genuinely embarrassed over something you shouldn’t feel embarrassed about is uncomfortable to me, baby girl.” He stated plainly, like this was a fact you should’ve known from Day 1. 

You turned your head towards his, which was now nestled into the spot between his neck and shoulder, your faces met briefly before you turned it back to look up at the ceiling, “God forbid.” 

Chan’s embrace stiffened as he applied a bit more pressure to your midsection, causing you to yelp out a large puff of air. 

The sound that emanated from you caused the both of you to erupt in your own fit of mindless cackling, “What kind of sound was that?!” 

Chan couldn’t help the yell of a laugh that flew from him as he managed to sit the both of you up on his lap, your hands bracing on either sides of his arms at the rather uncoordinated effort. Successful, nonetheless. 

“You squeezed the air out of me, Christopher!” You giggled, gently slapping the hand he had pressed against your abdomen. 

“I am sorry, baby girl! You okay?” He peppered a few kisses against your shoulder before placing one on your cheek. 

“I’m okay, Chris,” You paused as you wiggled your way off of his lap to sit next to him, though you left your legs draped over his knees, “You really got me going there for a second.” 

He brushed a few stray hairs out of your face, placing a few behind your ear, “Well, you set it up pretty well, baby. Walked right into it, even.” 

You rolled your eyes, not severely as last time and definitely lined with way more sarcasm that before, “Let me guess, it was JK’s idea?” 

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Our Eternity

Pairing: BangChan x Female Reader

Song: Eternity- BangChan

Rating: G

Genre: Fluff

Warning: None

Summary: Chan has been working long hours in the studio and is tired beyond belief. When he gets home, you, his girlfriend, plan a relaxing date night. Chan has a little surprise of his own that brings the two even closer than before.

Word Count:1603

Chan groaned and rubbed his face with his hands. The song just wasn’t coming together and he was getting frustrated. The sound of his phone ringing pulled him from his thoughts. Answering, he cringed at the sound of his voice. “Hello?” He asked. “Hyung, you have been in the studio for hours. Take a break. We can work on the song tomorrow or even the next day. We don’t have to have it ready for another two weeks.” Han’s worried voice filtered through the phone. Chan sighed and slowly rose from the chair. “Alright. I saved everything and I am heading home now. I think Y/n is waiting for me anyway.” He mumbled, ending the call and checking his watch and wincing when he noticed it was nearly 3 in the morning. 

He gathered his things and left the building as quickly as he could. He tucked his things in the back seat and drove back home. Taking the key from his pocket, he unlocked the door and was met with a warmth he couldn’t describe. His eyes widened as he saw you twirling around in the kitchen as you pulled fresh apple pie from the oven. A smile on your lips as delicate as the sunbeams. He watched as you placed the finished dessert on the table and moved back to the cupboards to pull out two plates and cups. His eyes followed your every move with a slight glossy look to his eyes. 

Lifting your head, you see Chan standing in the doorway and you smile brightly. You rush over to him and wrap your arms around his neck, his hands finding their place on your hips. A gentle rocking motion takes over and you both are rocking from side to side. You lay your head against his chest and close your eyes for a moment. “Work must have been hard huh?” You whispered, as the silence surrounded you both comfortably. Chan huffed a small laugh out before gently walking you and himself further into the house so he could close the door. “It was. Hate the fact I come home at odd hours of the morning.” He mumbled. 

You lifted your head and gently pulled away from his hold but took his hand in yours. “Well, I have a surprise for you.” You said, pulling him towards the kitchen. His eyes widened when he saw the beautifully decorated table, his favorite dinner still steaming hot and the apple pie he had seen her take out of the oven a moment ago. You watch as he let go of your hands and walked towards the table. His eyes scanned over everything that you had made. You bite your lip and toed at the ground waiting for his response to the impromptu date you had planned. He lifted his head and you noticed his eyes glistening with unshed tears. 

You rushed forward and gently wiped the tears that had escaped and fell down his face. You cooed as he released a choked laugh as his tears continued to fall. “You are too good for me.” He whispered, leaning forward and pressing his lips against yours. You melt into the kiss and press closer to him. His heart fluttered at the tenderness you held when you kissed him. Made him fall in love with you over and over again. Pulling away, he could still feel his heart hammering away in his chest as you pressed your fingers to your lips. A gentle smile on your lips. 

“As much as I love kissing you good sir, let's eat. I’m starving and I know for a fact that you are hungry too.” You giggled gently, punching his chest and walking to your chair. He smiled and moved to his chair and immediately sat down. As you both got food dished up on your plates, Chan couldn’t help but admire you. The way your hair fell around your face, or the way that your lips were fuller than before. He could and would get lost looking into your eyes as you spoke passionately about something that had happened at work that day for you. He loved everything about you. 

His heart melted the longer he looked at you. He was amazed every moment he woke to you laying next to him, your hand holding his hand tightly. Standing from his chair, he grabbed the empty plates and walked to the sink to clean them. A smile appeared on his lips when he felt your arms wrap around his waist. He finished up and turned around and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to his chest. Forgetting the pie that sat on the table, Chan released you from the hug and slipped his hand in yours and pulled you towards the living room. He pulled his phone out and set up to the bluetooth speaker that sat in the window seal. 

The second the beautiful beat filled the air, tears filled your eyes as he placed his hands on your waist and your arms wrapped around his neck. He smiled as you both rocked slightly to the beat of the song. His forehead pressed against yours as he softly sang the lyrics. You looked up at him with a playful grin on your lips. “Isn’t this song for your dog Berry?” You giggled when he rolled his eyes playfully. “It can have a double meaning.” He said, pressing a kiss to your nose before leaning down and stealing your lips in a short but breathtaking kiss. 

Pulling away, Chan smiles at you, making your heart clench in pure love. “You are too good to me Channie.” You whispered, leaning your head against his chest while you both continued to sway from side to side. “You know, I was hoping that we could take a step further. We have been dating for about 4 years now and I want to keep you by my side.” Chan said, pulling away and backing away a bit. You watched him with wide eyes before the tears began to well up in your eyes as he dropped to one knee. “Chris…” You covered your mouth with your eyes as he looked up at you with the biggest smile on his face. Tears of his own falling down his face as he held the dark red velvet box out. 

“Will you please be my wife?” 

{Two Months Later}

You stood in front of the three way mirror and twirled. The dress fluttered around your legs, causing a ticklish sensation across your skin. You still couldn’t believe that you were getting married. You could still see the very first moment Chan had asked you out and how awkward the two of you had been. You giggled softly catching Hannah’s attention. She walked over to you with a raised eyebrow. “What’s so funny?” She asked, knowing that it had something to do with her older brother. You told her how you had remembered the moment Chan had asked you out and it was awkward for the first little bit. 

As the moment got closer, you felt your hands begin to tremble. You were so excited but nervous at the same time. Chan’s father took your hands in his and held them tightly. You looked at him with wide eyes before a smile appeared on your face. “You look beautiful. Are you ready?” He asked. You smiled and nodded your head as he held his arm out for you to take and the music began to play. Chan’s father walked you down the aisle and handed you off to his son with a smile on his face. Chan took your hands in his and the biggest smile adorned his face that you believed his cheeks hurt.

You smiled at him before tears brimmed your eyes. He reached forward and gently wiped the tears away before sniffling. The ceremony went as planned and everything fell into place. As the newly wed walked onto the dance floor, Chan intertwined his fingers in yours as the music began to play. His new song, “Eternity” played through the speakers making your heart pound against your chest. You looked at him with wide eyes as he smiled softly down at you. “This song can mean anything to anyone. To me, it means I get to spend the rest of my life with you.” He whispered, taking his hands from yours and placing his hands on your lower back. 

Your arms immediately wrapped around his neck and the brightest smile appeared on your lips. You danced with your new husband as everyone watched the two of you. The song brought tears to your eyes as Chan held you closer. As the song closed, everyone cheered and waited til you and Chan were seated before they went to the dance floor. You and Chan laughed and bobbed your heads to the music and smiled brightly when his friends came over to talk. Time seemed to slow down as the two of you turned to face each other. 

Chan reached his hand out and brushed a stray piece of hair from your face and smiled as you lifted your hand to his and pressed the palm of his hand to the side of your face, nuzzling into the warmth. He leaned forward and pressed his forehead to yours and closed his eyes, a soft breath leaving his lips as he basked in the moment. You smiled softly. He looked so at ease that very moment. You loved Chan with your whole heart and now, you both would live for eternity. You couldn’t be any happier.

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stray kids as 5SOS songs

hi 5SOSFAMSTAY i got inspired while listening to good girls and wondered which members of skz would be what 5SOS song so here we are!

if you have requests for who you think lmk ❤️

BANG CHAN

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LEE MINHO

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SEO CHANGBIN

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HWANG HYUNJIN

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HAN JISUNG

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LEE FELIX

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KIM SEUNGMIN

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YANG JEONGIN

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photos are from pinterest and all one shots are inspired by 5 SECONDS OF SUMMER songs

i will be continuing through his lens aswell as this series but i am just very busy atm

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