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thoughts on..
chan impregnation kink/just straight up creampie...
it making me crazy
😵💫 babes say less.
I’m going to put a cut here because I…went a little hard LMAO
SMUT - MINORS DNI
I am a firm believer in dad!Chan (really dad!skz in general, but I digress). We can see with just how he cares for the members that he would be the most devoted father. Would always listen, bend over backwards to make his children happy, would discipline with kindness. World’s Best Dad? That’s Chan.
It isn’t a secret that his breeding kink is almost uncontrollable. Very, very rarely does he fuck you without filling you to the brim. It’s almost like he has to do it, like he has to chance it. He can’t help it; he loves you, he loves your family, and he just wants more.
More, more, more.
Though he would never tell you, the brief weeks after birth are when his control is really tested. Luckily, a newborn keeps him busy. Bouncing the happy new baby while making sure you’re tended to.
“Have you eaten enough?”
“Let me get you some more water.”
“Want to take the kids on a walk? The fresh air will be nice.”
Doting, wonderful father and husband. That’s Chan.
So when he comes home, careful not to step on his eldest’s daughters discarded toys that have accumulated in the walkway, and the house quiet, he’s confused. All day, he was looking forward to coming home. It’s movie night, takeout night. Why is it so…empty?
“Baby?” He calls into the house, not expecting an answer.
“Upstairs!”
Huh. He drops his bag by the door, quickly sliding his shoes off before he follows the sound of the voice. “Where are the kids?” If they were sleeping, you would have scolded him for being too loud.
“Minho offered to watch them for the night.” The night? Why? His brain is so tired, he can’t put together what’s basically being shouted in his face.
Until he’s in the bedroom. Until you’re in front of him, dressed in the prettiest lingerie he’s ever seen; the lace patterning out flowers, showing just enough for his control to slip completely out of his grasp.
Has the time passed already? Chan isn’t sure if he cares — you’re offering your body up, and he’s sure as fuck not going to say no.
The pretty fit doesn’t last long. Knees by your ears, he grips onto your ankles. His nails dig into the skin, keeping himself grounded as he relentlessly fucks into you.
God, the way you cry out for him. Cold hands wrapped around his own as your full, needy moans fill his ears.
“So fucking pretty.” He says through his teeth, eyes focused on the light bounce of your tits. “I missed you, baby.”
You simply whine, nodding your head in agreement. It’s too hard for you to think, let alone process words; Chan can tell by the vacant look in your eyes, only falling deeper in your hole with each wonderful movement.
Leaning down, he doesn’t stop until your noses are brushing. Bodies sweaty, skin against skin, melting from each other’s heat. It’s not like anything he’s ever experienced. This is home. You are home.
Your fingers lace through his curl, tugging gently. Enough to make your husband moan. “I love you.”
He smiles, pressing a soft kiss on the corner of your lips. “I love you, baby. So fucking much.” When his cock twitches inside you, he knows his time is limited. That home is to be taken from him. “Fuck, I want to give you more.”
“M-more?”
“Of me.” He lets go of an ankle to grab the headboard. Allowing him to go deeper. Faster. Harder. “Of this. Let me give you another baby.”
It’s too soon. Both of you know this, and should be cautious.
But you missed him too. Probably more than he did you.
“Please.” You say as you clinch, eyes starting to water. “Please, I n-need you, Chan-“
Quickly, he silences you with a kiss. Not letting it break until he feels your walls flutter, giving him you so he can give him. Never will you have to beg for anything with him.
When he pulls out, his cum follows. Pretty little trickles out of your cunt, rolling off your skin onto the sheets. With two fingers, he gathers it up and pushes it back in.
“I would say not to be wasteful.” He chuckles, trying to catch his breath. “But when I’m done with you, it won’t be possible.”
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bestie imma need a pervy hyunjin drabble asap - honestly the dirtier the better we know this man is fucking sneaky and dirty
no coz this is all that is all i need today fr but oh well,, the way i wanted to write for perv!ji though (also, im sorry if this was idk NOT UP TO YOUR EXPECTATIONS)
[minors dni, smut includes masturbation (m), a lot of touching and omg, hyunnie is fucking needy, a lot of dirty talk, praising, slight condescending dom!hyun, and also bc i can, i made it camboy!hyun]
summary: welcome to hyun's live, where wet dreams do cum come true !¡ wc :: 845
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hyunjin is needy. or is it his mind? either way, the way he felt about you didn't help one bit. but that’s when it hit him. he knew what he could do, he knew he could still get off on the thoughts he had about you. a groan slips past his lips when he teases the head of his cock, and he needed to cum, for you.
setting the glass of water with exactly three ice cubes, and humming the lyrics to slow down by chase atlantic, hyunjin turned on the camera of his desktop, facing it towards himself in such a way that everything from below his lips could be seen. his long fingers reach for his phone, playing a song just for the sake of it.
a single swipe of the tongue past his lips, hyunjin got himself ready, unsnapping just the top two buttons of his shirt, slipping out of his pants, and sitting back down on the chair such that the lower part of his body, mostly his dick was covered by his dress shirt. a groan slips past his lips when he teases the head of his cock, getting himself hard, until he sees the row of comments flood in.
“hi pretty boy”
“mhmm cutie”
“oh fuck, okay”
“another button please?”
a small smile creeps his face, at the last comment, sighing, before continuing to rub the tip. “i don’t think so, darling. i’m in control here, and i don’t think you can have much to say than just watching me feel good, just for you, m’kay?” hyunjin uses his other hand to move the hem of his shirt to the side, so that just the tip of his cock is visible, his thumb rubbing circles to it, precum spreading all over. “that’s better isn’t it? you just want me to tease you, hm?”
“…. and let me tell you, the sweet, shy, and supposedly innocent student, who jerks off in front of who knows how many horny and needy chicks and dudes like you watching right this moment, just to pay his rent. now you didn’t need to know that, my darlings. you’re just here to watch me tease my dick until i cream myself dry, hm?” hyunjin continues, a grunt escaping his lips, but his hand still doesn’t stop stroking his cock, teasing it.
his shirt buttons are now completely off, sweat glistening off his body, as he slouches back into the chair. his free hand grips onto the armrest of the chair, his adam’s apple moving up and down as he gulps.
“fuck, let’s see. ‘can i cum?’ of course, you can, baby. make a mess on your pretty little fingers for me. now, shit. i bet you’re so flustered and whining just watching me. so fucking worked up just seeing me cum into my hand, hm? so cute. so needy for me, just for me. ‘please cum’ you want me to cum? didn’t i tell you not to tell me what to do? that’s my job, i get to tell you if you can cum or not, but since i’m nice, i’m letting you make the biggest mess for me. be sure to cum lots for me, yeah?”
hyunjin’s head hits the back of the chair as he feels himself reaching his high, his hand reaching to push back the hair that fell onto his face, biting his bottom lip at the same time, watching his cock twitch in his hand, the strokes becoming faster. his other reach reaches to cup his balls, squeezing them one by one, finally giving them the attention they need.
“hmmm. ‘fuck me dumb, baby’ sure, doll. be polite and ask nicely, and maybe i can let you cum. i don’t think you’ve earned it just yet. watching me cum and make a mess all over myself is too much privilege for you, don’t you think so? beg for it, and maybe i’ll cum again for you, okay?”
hyunjin lets out a string of curses, along with grunts after grunts when he feels himself cumming, spurting his load all over himself and his shirt, his fingers especially his thumb teasing his tip again to the point of overstimulation. his other hand reaches to grab the glass he left on the table an hour back, bringing it to his lips, his cock hitting his abdomen when he lets go of it. his eyes finally make eye contact with the camera, smiling like what just happened inside the four walls of the room was a thing of the past.
“that was a lot more than last time, don’t you think, my loves? i’ve done my part of the day, now be good and fuck yourself like you mean it, yes? i want to know how much you’ve cum for me the next time i’m back. i deserve that much, right?”
all he could do now was think about you again, and maybe jerk off in the shower, with thoughts about your mouth around his dick, his fingers guiding your head as he fucked your face.
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#hyunjin imagines#hyunjin scenarios#hwang hyunjin scenarios#stray kids hyunjin smut#skz hyunjin smut#stray kids scenarios#stray kids imagines#stray kids smut#stray kids hard hours#skz hard hours#skz smut#hwang hyunjin smut#hyunjin smut#💌 — mail#chvnnie#— moots !!#— ivy <3
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SHIP! YOUR! MOOTS! WITH! SKZ!
ok ok i hear you hehe
chan - @sulfurcosmos this one is obvious. ti and chris are the same person. it just makes sense.
minho - trick question. me @lino-nyangi and @tasteleeknow are all actually married to minho and also each other in a nice healthy polyamorous relationship and it’s going very well
changbin - @katieraven look me in the eyes and tell me katie and changbin would not make the most badass power couple
hyunjin - @sweetestcherrywine look i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again. you two would make the MOST beautiful couple in the entire world. and my buttons deserves the most romantic person in the world to treat u and that’s hyune
jisung - @chvnnie for obvious reasons one of them being she would kill me if i said anyone else like them being soulmates or whatever
felix - @moonacholy my sweet moon and my sweet felix would make a couple that would give me cavities but in a good way
seungmin - @gimmeurtmi bc you give me soft cozy smart comfort vibes like seungmin does and i think you would fit so well
jeongin - @spicymooseeyes my two adorable sweeties in the same relationship?? i would combust from the cuteness
#ship your moots with skz#this was fun#i’m a little stressed#if i didn’t add u i didn’t forget u!!!#it was hard to pick#for some
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on the topic of dad!skz. dad!minho picking out a itty bitty kitty halloween costume for his baby girl with the softest little cat ears, a floofy tail and he finds a little makeup pen that he researches and researches to make sure it's okay to put on her skin because he wants to draw whiskers on her but not if it's going to hurt her!!!! and he walks home with the biggest smile on his face and gets home so excited to show you what he bought - only to see you putting your daughter into a puppy costume you bought earlier that day.
the days leading up to halloween are spent with bickering over which costume she should be in (minho almost foaming at the mouth because cats are his thing how can his daughter n o t be in a cat costume) and on the day she ends up in???? (this is where you come in bc i really can't think of denying minho anything)
Seungmin is behind this. Somehow, Minho hasn’t really figured it out yet. He just knows it’s his fault because who else could have convinced you of this?
“Ha-ha. Very funny.” He says with the most humorless expression on his face. “Where he is?”
You furrow your brows. “Who?”
“Ah, come on. What other puppy do we know?” Minho gestures at his daughter on the ground, ironically chasing her fake tail.
It clicks, and you can’t help but laugh. “Minho, you’re joking.”
Blank face. He’s not even joking a little bit. Sighing, you stand up from the couch, walking right past him towards the kitchen.
“Think what you want, Minho, but I do have the ability to make my own decisions.”
When you get into bed that night, you don’t face him. Rolling over to stare out the window instead.
He really didn’t think that you’d be this mad about it. More than anything, Minho thought it was a silly joke. Like ha ha ha, Seungmin weaseled his way into dressing his daughter as a dog. Did he do that with Jisung’s daughter, too? Changbin’s boys? It’s so in character that it was easy to just believe it.
But he can tell with how you’ve acted with him since he got home — only really talking to your daughter, insisting on doing bath and bed by yourself — it was a stupid thought that he shouldn’t have ran with.
“Hey.” He rolls on his side towards you, a hand on your shoulder. “Come on, talk to me.”
“I’m tired, Minho.” It’s a lie — the bed is shaking with how jittery your legs are.
“I’m not going to drop it.” Minho says plainly. “You know that.”
With a sigh, you sit up, knees to your chest. Not really looking at him and instead fiddling with your sweatshirt. “Fine. It made me mad that you reacted like that to her costume.”
Minho smiles sadly, reaching for your hand. If you keep playing with that thread, you’ll ruin that shirt, and he knows it’s your favorite thing to sleep in as the weather turns. Though reluctant, you let him take your hand. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have treated it like a joke—“
“She looked really cute and I thought you would really like it.” There’s a cry catching in your throat, one that you’re desperately trying to swallow down. Minho’s heart shatters when he hears how much it upset you.
Bringing your hand to his lips, he slowly presses his lips to your palm. Peppering them around the hand; the tops, the wrist, over your wedding ring. “She did look very cute.”
“She always looks cute.”
The way you say it, with such a pout, makes Minho giggle a little. He shuffles in the bed, lying his head on your knees to get a better look at you. “It’s because she looks like you.”
Ah, there you go. The corners of your lips peeking up before you remember why you’re so upset. “Stop with that cheesy bullshit—“
“It’s true! If she looked like me…sheesh.”
You move too quick for him to catch, grabbing the pillow you’re propped up on and hitting him with it. Minho tries to pull it from your hands, ready for revenge, but you won’t give.
“Say that again and I’ll hit you HARDER next time.”
“Oooooh, so scary. So big and tough with your pillow, huh?”
Minho gives up on trying to take your pillow.
And grabs one of his own.
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It’s your turn to walk into a surprise. Less than a week left until Halloween, and there’s your daughter. Sitting in the high chair as her father, your husband, delicately traces lines from her nose.
“What is this?”
While Minho is still, it makes Jisung jump. The baby in his lap crying from the sudden movement. “Sheesh, knock next time.”
Your brows raise. “It’s my? Home? What’s going on here?”
Jisung looks from you to Minho, spinning the baby is his lap around so you can see. A pretty little heart painted on the tip of her nose, teeny whiskers across her face. The costume she’s wearing identical to the one your daughter has on, only a few sizes smaller.
“Doesn’t she look so CUTE?” Jisung is so giddy, cooing as he bounces the baby on his knee. “We wanted her to be a pumpkin, but then Minho came over and said he got her something—“
“We haven’t decided on a costume.” You say sternly, looking at your husband.
“Yet.” Minho’s eyes flick up to you. “You haven’t seen her as a cat yet.”
You huff, crossing your arms. “Nothing is going to steer me away from—“
Your heart leaps from your body. Never have you seen something so precious, so tiny. Her nose is pink, the whiskers twisting out to just about her mid cheek. Her eyes light up when she sees you, babbling on and on as she reaches out for you.
“Oh, look at you.” You coo, quickly gathering her in your arms. She giggles, snuggling into your shoulder. Her little headband brushes softly against your neck. Oh, you could cry.
Minho looks a little too smug for your liking. “So what were you saying about not steering you—“
“Shut up.”
///
“You really liked the cat costume—“
“But, Min, the dog—“
“She just looks so cute as a cat. Come on, baby, you have to see it.”
“And she doesn’t look cute as a dog?”
“Of course she does! I’m just saying—“
Jisung is in his office, windows shut, and he can still hear the two of your bickering from the other side of the fence. There’s no hard feelings there, just the two of you are too stubborn to give up. Cat, dog. Dog, cat. Over and over and over—
Sighing, he pushes himself up from his computer chair. Grabbing the car keys from his bag and leaving with a quick goodbye kiss to his partner and daughter. Just a teeny little errand.
You answer the door, Minho meowing obnoxiously somewhere inside the house. “Hey, Jisung—“
“It’s my turn to pick.” He forces a plastic bag in your hand before turning around and leaving. Even after you call after him, your voice fading as he walks the short distance back to your house.
You open the bag, the costume still perfectly in its wrapper. Soft, tan fur decorates the onesie. A hood to cover her teeny little head and keep her warm.
You throw it to the side. A lion, really? What a silly choice, so basic. It’s her first halloween, you’re not going to waste it on something like this.
///
She went as a lion.
hehehehehe
#skz fluff#stray kids fluff#lee know fluff#lee minho fluff#minho fluff#chvnnie asks#chvnnie moots#dad!minho#chvnnie dad!skz#dad!skz#dad!stray kids
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Okay: but like break-up sex with chan?
He wants children but you don't and I'm imagining just praise, tears and adoringly looks of love and pain.
me: happily opens asks
angst: exists
me: typing through tears
SMUT - MINORS DNI
The last truck left a little over an hour ago, memories tucked away in pink tubs and light brown, flimsy boxes. You’re only moving across town, there was really no reason to hire movers. But each time you touched a tub, or a box, everything returned to you. Why your stuff was packed away, the five hour “argument” last week.
Was it even an argument? Maybe it started that way. He had come home late. Mail in hand, excited to show you an announcement Changbin had sent. You smiled when you opened it, sharing in your partner’s joy.
“I can’t wait for that to be us.”
And then it crashed. Voices raised in frustration, pain. Tears flooding the tiny kitchen as you both walked in circles. Back and forth, back and forth, until your voice was raw and his eyes were on fire. It was just past four in the morning, and your back was against the fridge. Chan sat directly across from you, head rolled back against the cabinet. He’s sniffling, and you’re exhausted.
“What now?”
All things considered, it was amicable. There was no resentment on either end; both of you knew this could be possible. Though you both hoped and hoped someone would budge. Change their mind.
Neither of you did, and thus ended the most beautiful thing on the planet. The apocalypse on the horizon, each second more precious than the last. When a love like this dies, so does everything around it.
Tick, tock. Tick, tock.
The front door opens. Shuts. Heavy, familiar footsteps up the stairs. Turn to the right, reach for the bedroom door handle—
But the door is propped open. And inside you sit, knees to chest. Chin on knees. Tears in eyes.
“I didn’t want to leave until you got back.”
Chan nods, trying to focus his attention on anything but how drastically different the bedroom looks. Even if there aren’t any noticeable changes, he can tell the difference. There’s something missing. As if without it, there’s no life.
“Thank you.” His voice is raspy. Still heavy with tears.
You simply nod, finally looking at him. Fuck. Fuck, why would you do that? The agony is back, claws and teeth, ripping you to shreds.
At least you won’t have to watch the world implode.
“This sucks.” You bring the heel of your palms to your eyes, rubbing roughly. Don’t cry. Don’t. Do. It.
Chan huffs a laugh. “Yeah. Fucking sucks.”
“Chan, I’m so sorry—“
He waves the apology away. Out the window, as if it never existed. “You have nothing to apologize for. We can’t help our wants.”
Can’t help our wants. Like either of you want this.
You finally stand, feet hitting the hardwood floor. Though the urge to give the room once last look tugs on you, you can’t do it. You’re already barely breathing.
“Hug?”
No is never an option. Not when it comes to him, not when it comes to you. Arms open, Chan accepts your embrace, giving you a firm squeeze. You let your eyes shut, holding back every tear that wants to spill. In the car. Not here.
He cradles the back of your head, pressing a light kiss at the top. “I’m always going to be here, you know? This isn’t the end of us. It’s just…”
He doesn’t finish. He doesn’t need to.
You look up, not leaving his embrace even for a second. “I’m always going to love you, Chan.”
The first tear comes from him. “Always have loved you, and never will stop.”
What is this force? The grounds are crumbling and separating, yet they’re pulling you together. Who kisses first, was it you? Offering a final goodbye? Or him? Desperate to remember your taste?
Does it truly matter?
In the distance, there are explosions. The dusk sky lighting up with a million fireworks. Planets, stars, universes. The end of it all.
You’re certain his shirt came off first. Followed by your sweater, both in a pile by the door. It’s when your back hits the bed that things blur; firsthand accounts are never truly accurate.
How will you remember the end of the world?
Limbs tangled, tongues clashing. Chan knows just how to please you. Deep thrusts, softly pressing your sweet spot. It’s not too fast, but not too slow. The perfect way to love you.
Your knees buckle, thighs twitch. Breaking the kiss, you search your ex’s eyes. In the galaxy, there’s only one thing left. A small, golden orb. Home to you and him.
Tick, tock. Tick, tock.
“F-fuck.” You say breathlessly. “‘S good. S-so good.”
And he smiles. Oh, how it brightens the room even when the sky is on fire. “Yeah?”
A nod.
“Good.” He grunts as he starts to drag out his thrusts. Making it even better. “That’s what you deserve, angel.”
He’s beautiful. Perfectly sculpted face, wonderful smile, bright eyes. Otherworldly. You’re proud to say he was once yours.
“I love you.” Chan says again. Though you’ll never tire of it, it breaks your soul to hear it. Like this. “Until the end of times. I adore you, my girl.”
You sniffle. Cry. It’s okay. “B-but.”
There’s no need for more.
“You’re always mine.” His voice cracks. “My girl. Until the e-end of time.”
When your lips crash again, the rumbling is louder.
How will you remember the end of the world?
You hope like this.
#skz smut#stray kids smut#bang chan smut#chan smut#skz angst#stray kids angst#bang chan angst#chan angst#chvnnie thots#chvnnie moots
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dad minho pls smth short :)
only for you >:(
me, not even five minutes ago: my weakness in my asks are dad skz
anny, sitting across the couch from me: hehehehe
Minho is sitting on the floor, back against the couch. Feet flat, knees up and pressed together. The baby covers the expanse of his thighs; beanie clad head resting on his knees while her legs scrunch, feet pressing on his stomach.
So tiny. So perfect. Only a few days together, and he’s convinced nothing in this world will ever compare to her. Pieced together, made of star and beams of bright light. Sleeping on his leg, making teeny noises as her eyes twitch.
“What are you dreaming about?” His voice is lighter than air, hands cupping her tiny head. His thumb traces the edge of the beanie, her name lovingly stitched onto the deep purple fabric.
She has his nose. That was the first thing he noticed when the doctor laid her on your chest, face scrunched as cried for the first time. It may have been too soon to tell, maybe his ego is big—
“Min.” Your eyes are watery when you beam up at your husband, cradling your newborn to your bare chest. “She’s your twin.”
It’s like every good part of him was taken into consideration during her creation. Minho can’t seem to fathom it; how could he have helped bring life to the brightest star in the universe?
She starts to stretch, little arms curling up towards her shoulders. Small smacks of her lips, head rolling to the other side.
“Is nap time over?”
A little scrunch of her nose. Protest. Minho chuckles, learning down to kiss her soft forehead.
How has he only known her for five days, yet it feels like a lifetime?
The soft sound of your footsteps echos through the quiet house. “Is she still snoozing?”
Minho hums. His head moves like he’s going to look at you, but fuck, how could he ever stop staring at her? Awe isn’t a good enough word. Is he even worthy of being her father?
You sit down next to him, resting your head on his shoulder. The bright light in the center of the room covering you, pulling you in as it did him. Your pointer fingers gently rubs the back of her hand until it opens, tiny fist wrapping around her mother’s finger.
“How are you feeling?” Minho asks, tearing himself away from hypnosis long enough to kiss the top of your head.
“Achy. Thanks for letting me take a bath—“
“Oh, stop.” He clicks his tongue, though there’s no malicious. “Silly things like that don’t deserve thanks. You are allowed time to yourself, love.”
When you smile, he sees her. Lips curling in a similar fashion, cheeks rounding out. While she only got the absolute perfect parts of him, she got everything of you.
The sun who taught the star how to shine.
“How did we get so lucky?”
Minho has never stopped asking himself that.
The knock on the door is light, yet it still startles the baby. Barely making a fuss, her eyes start to blink open. Unhappy about her nap being cut so short.
But that bitterness is short lived. The second Minho hands her to you, she lights up again. Happy little coos as Mama snuggles her close. Papa walks up to the door, not even having to check to know who’s out there.
“Let me see the baby.” Is all Seungmin says before he pushes his way into the house, making a beeline to the sink to wash his hands.
“Nah, it’s cool, she wasn’t sleeping or anything.”
“I won’t wait another day!”
The puppy’s hands are clean, practically bouncing over to where you’re sitting on the ground. Leaving the entire group he left with behind at the front door. With a roll of his eyes, Minho turns to his friends, greeting all of them with hugs. Changbin brought a giant box of diapers — “My wife wouldn’t let me leave the house without them.” He says before dropping the heavy box by the door. “It should last you a good…ten years.” — while Felix brought baked goods. Jisung’s baby is strapped to his chest, her hair sticking up in every direction (“You know I can’t leave the house without her.”). Finally, he greets Chan.
“How are you feeling?” His older friend asks as he hugs him.
“I’m good.” Minho claps his back, breaking from the hold. He takes a step back to let him inside before shutting the door. “Still doesn’t feel…real.”
Chan smiles at him. “It won’t for a while.” Following his gaze, the new father’s breath is taken away at the sight. Starlight, smiling up at the planets huddled around her. Bouncing in the arms of the sun. “And honestly, that’s the best part.”
The entire universe on earth. Just for Minho.
#skz fluff#stray kids fluff#lee know fluff#lee minho fluff#minho fluff#dad!skz#skz drabbles#skz dads chvnnie#chvnnie soft thoughts#chvnnie moots
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no bestie coz, i've been thinking a fuck lot about a lazy makeout sessions with chan and im losing it. like he's just having his fingers wrapped around your neck, his knee pushed up between your legs, and you just grind against him, a smirk forming on his lips when you let out a whine, but he hushes you, his lips pressed against yours, and he just mumbles "tell me what to do, doll."
BESTIE UGH IM LOSING IT MY BRAIN ROT IS JUST GOING KSHDJEJD WATCH ME SCREAM ABOUT IT TO YOU IN OUR DMS
BESTIE I STG YOUR BRAIN >>>
it was only supposed to be a little peck. just to feel his lips against yours before you head to bed. you move to pull away, but he catches your lips again, and like, what’s the hard in extending the kiss just a bit? his lips moving lazily against yours, and it feels so good you can’t help but sigh happily into the kiss.
chan takes your parted lips as an invitation, and it’s only a matter of time before he pulls you onto his lap, hands cupping your face as your tongues lazily spin around each other. you have your hands on his upper neck, fingers twirling around his brown curls in the back. it’s such a gentle moment - two lovers finding solace in each other after long, busy days.
it was only supposed to be a little peck, until you “accidentally” nipped at chan’s bottom lip.
his moans filled your mouth, one hand falling from your face and finding home on your throat. chan squeeze it with just enough pressure to make you dizzy, the gold chain of your necklace (which was decorated with a “c”, the one chan gave you for your last birthday) was digging into his palm.
muffled whines fell from your lips, fingers tugging on his hair as heat began to pool in your lower belly. you were slotted on chan’s thigh, legs hanging over either side, so why wouldn’t you start dragging your hips? only damp panties separating you from his firm thigh.
chan smiled into the kiss, hand tightening just slight as he kissed you deeper. what was soft and gentle was now rough and hard, spit connecting you two as the kisses grow sloppier.
you move your hips, the speed at which you were riding his thigh increasing as his hand tightens. you’re whining, everything too overwhelmed yet not enough.
how did a peck turn into this?
“tell me what to do, doll.” chan mumbled against your lips, groans following the sentence when your nails start to dig into his scalp.
but it’s too hard to talk, not when you need his lips against yours, not when you’ve grown so needy you can’t even think straight.
chan pulls you away from him by your throat, pressure easing. “words.”
you whimper, lips trembling as you forced the words out. “ne-need channie.”
he chuckles, the thumb on the hand around your throat reaching to stroke your cheek. you look so pretty - lips red and swollen, puppy dog eyes staring into his as you silently use them to beg. “need me where, baby?”
of course he would make this harder on you.
your hands fell from his hair, each moving in a different direction; the right took his free hand, moving it to your clothes core. chan’s eyes rolled back when his fingers touched the damp material, his groans making your legs quiver. the left hand took found his shorts, gently stroke his hard length.
“fuck.” he hissed out, hand around your throat tightening from your touch.
“need you everywhere.” you whisper, breaths deepening as chan slipped the hand on your cunt inside your panties.
chan reconnected your lips, all tongue and teeth as he used two fingers to play with you. “have me.” he grunted, your grip on his cock matching the tight grip he had on your throat. “ ‘m yours.”
the amount of times i used the word “grip” im so sorry
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Okay, I'll be discussing CNC so here is your warning.
I feel like Lee Know would be into CNC because he loves the power play & the trust you have to submit to whatever he desires.
Obviously you'd wear a necklace or jewellery to indicate a scene and have a safe word.
Like I can imagine him coming home from a concert with so much adrenaline in him that he could just take his stress out on you.
'Just take it darling, I'll make you feel so good afterwards'.
i got sick before i could answer this but she’s recovering now and can’t get this out of her head so
smut below the cut
SMUT - MINORS DNI
WARNING: CONTAINS CNC AND SOMNOPHILIA. PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT IF THOSE TOPICS MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE.
minho is typically softer with you. the tough exterior doesn’t exist often in the bedroom. sure he likes to tease, to push your buttons and make you squirm, but he’s typically fairly gentle. sweet. full of praise and affection, worshipping you like the ethereal goddess you are.
but sometimes he just can’t help it; the low key sadist inside him clawing, begging to get out. itching to make you cry, to tie you up and make you beg for mercy.
especially on days like today. minho is fucking pent up, the overwhelming stress of back to back shows finally getting to him. he’s overworked, exhausted, and pumped full of so much fucking adrenaline from the high of performing that he needs something to do.
the clock had just struck midnight when the front door shuts behind him, louder than he intended it too. he can’t help it. there’s just so much going on. he needs something to do.
it’s nights like tonight that he’s grateful you helped him set up a home gym. deciding to spend a few hours exercising the frustration out, he heads to the bedroom, purposely being more quiet as to not wake you up.
he starts rummaging through the dresser, look for a pair of workout shorts when he hears you tossing on the bed behind him. afraid that he’s making to much noise, minho turns around to check that you’re still asleep.
and you are. lips parted, soft snores leaving your lips; there’s no room to question whether or not you’re still sleeping. you’re curled up in the middle of the bed, cuddling with one of his pillows as a replacement for him. it’s sweet to watch as you snooze, happily resting in the king sized bed.
but then he realizes what shirt you’re wearing. that little black tank top with the frilly fringe around the neckline. and suddenly, it’s not sweet anymore.
he closes the dresser, the idea of working out no longer appealing. slowly, still careful as to not wake you, minho pulls the comforter off your body. you’re not wearing pants, just a pair of white cotton panties and the top.
he’s found something better to relieve his stress.
minho’s movements are gentle, even though he’s literally shaking with the need to grab you and fuck you into oblivion. to take what he wants. and according to your shirt, that’s exactly what you want — a long conversation setting out rules and guidelines for your sexual relationship. when wearing this specific tank top, you’re giving him permission to take you whenever he wants, however he wants, wherever he wants.
and he fucking wants you. now.
he’s pleasantly surprised to find a small grey spot on your panties, dampness leaking through. they stick to your folds, so slick and sticky that he has to carefully peel them off. even after you’re stripped of your panties, you’re still sleeping. still snoring.
good. he’s not ready for you to wake up yet.
minho pushes his sweats down just enough to free his cock, spitting in his hands and pumping the length until he deems it wet enough. typically, he would take his time to prep you. to make sure you’re ready for him.
but this was anything but typical. this was something special, and fuck he can’t wait anymore.
slowly, he works the head inside you. fuck, you’re so tight, he’s not even sure the rest of his cock will fit. but he won’t give up, easing himself deeper and deeper. somehow you stay asleep as he bottoms out, squeezing around him in your sleep.
“fuck.” he grunts, lifting a hand to your face to brush the frizzy hair away. “what are you dreaming about, baby? what has you clenching like this?”
minho only gets two or three deep, slow thrusts in before he sees your face scrunch, sleepy groans going straight to his cock. the pace picks up, and that’s when your eyes begin to flutter open.
bringing your hands to your face, tiny fists rub your eyes. “m-min? what’s going-“ your sentence is cut short by a moan of surprise as he slams into you borderline aggressively.
your hands fall, eyes now wide in shock and confusion. minho watches as it all clicks in your mind, jaw dropped and whimpering as he begins to get more rough with you.
“shhh, darling.” he says with the most twisted grin, loving the looks you’re giving him. minho thanks every star that you decided to wear that top to bed tonight. “just take it like a good girl. i’ll make you feel good later.”
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pov: you’re me, forgetting the word fic because work is wearing you out
@rachalixie pls help me—
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dad!channie putting your son to bed but admiring that he look just like you
dad!minho taking countless photos of you and your daughter because he’s never felt more love and he wants to have as many memories as possible (ft. the kitty cat)
dad!changbin making a song with you son (even tho he can only say dada and mama)
dad!hyunjin and the oldest painting you and the youngest while you sleep
dad!jisung painting his daughters nails
dad!felix taking baby to the dance studio
dad!seungmin never ever wanting to put baby down, like ever. pouts when you get to baby first but the proceeds to cuddle you both
dad!jeongin dressing baby up with matching outfits, and giving lots of kisses because like he does for you, he likes leaving little kisses to show his love
what did i ever do to you
chan braiding his daughter’s hair and failing drastically but she loves it so he doesn’t try to redo it.
minho getting his daughter a kitchen set so she can “help” him make dinner.
the twins playing a game where they hide from changbin in the house just to pop out and scare him (they’re always successful).
hyunjin helping paint sets for his daughter’s dance recital.
jisung bringing his daughter to the studio and holding a mic to the baby’s mouth, letting her coo into it. he uses it in their next album.
felix planning extravagant family halloween costumes off of the stories his daughter comes up when she plays pretend. the baby ends up being a chick.
seungmin taking videos of his son daily, putting them together at the end of the year and making a video so you can “watch him grow”.
jeongin taking his son to a children’s museum, spending the entire day there. they both crash on the couch the moment they get home.
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CONCERNING JISUNG okay imma calm down i just feel like he'd be so. soft. like he'd melt if you tell him how pretty he is. and he'd so desperately want to be good for you. like you're on top and edging him and his hair is all fluffed and his cheeks are flushed red and you're moving so. slow. and he's going insane but he's loving it and if you tell him how well he's doing? yeah he's done for.
katie you’re really appealing to the switch in me rn i think i may scream?
SMUT MINORS DNI
jisung thinks he might have a minor concussion from the force in which his head hit the headboard. he really didn’t mean to roll it back that hard, but how was he supposed to keep his head up when you felt so good?
it feels like you’ve been riding him for hours, pace alternating between quick and smooth to slow and sensual. if he had to pick, the latter was his favorite. why wouldn’t it be? the way you slowly sink down on his cock has him drooling, the constriction of your wet, warm walls absolutely mind numbing. you feel like heaven around him, and he didn’t know how he existed without feeling you like this regularly.
as if that wasn’t enough, the soft kisses on his jaw were pushing his limits. when you occasionally scrap your teeth against his skin? he’s holding his breath, trying not to bust immediately. you haven’t told him it’s okay yet, and the last thing he wants to do is cum without your permission.
your hands rest gently on his face, pulling his heavy head down to meet your eyes. god, you’re a goddess. otherworldly. your hair frizzed and glowing in the pale moonlight that leaks through the windows, the loving smile on your face stretched to your eyes. he was lost in you, body aching for more of you as if you weren’t riding him.
“what’s wrong, love?” sweet whispers have him clenching his jaw, control slowly slipping from his grasp.
he shakes his head, brown fluff flopping from the movement. “n-nothing. good, so good-“
your hands drop to find his, intertwining them with yours and running them up your body. the journey stops at your chest, and jisung thinks you’re teasing him at this point. you have to know how close he is, and adding your tits to the equation doesn’t help.
your eyes flutter shut at his touch, pleased moans leaving your lips with a smile. “love when you touch me.” your hands are in his hair now, tugging gently at the nape. jisung can’t help but whimper, brokenly moaning as he tries to resist the urge to break. your giggles chill his skin, the kisses that follow bringing him back to life. “you look so pretty, sungie. such a pretty boy for me.”
jisung is whining now, hands squeezing your tits firmer than he intends for them too. “can i cum? please?” his voice is shaky, pleas laced with desperation. “been so good, i need-“
“shhh.” you say, thumb pressing on his bottom lip to silence him. “you don’t need to beg to fill me up. you know how much i love your cum inside me.”
and when the dam breaks, his eyes stinging with tears as he cums harder than he ever has before, the repeated praises whispered in his ear make him fall for you more.
he’ll never tire of being your pretty boy.
i went too hard bye.
#skz smut#stray kids smut#han smut#han jisung smut#jisung smut#skz hard hours#skz hard thoughts#stray kids hard hours#stray kids hard thoughts#han jisung loml#chvnnie asks#chvnnie moots#chvnnie thots
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ajdhrekfnekd hoodies pt. II is coming?? huh???
could i ... could i have a peek? 👉🏻👈🏻
it’s coming along sloooooowly, but yeah. lemme give you a peek 👀
if you haven’t read hoodies yet (highly recommend it tbh), you can find it here.
SUGGESTIVE/SMUTTY CONTENT BELOW CUT - MINORS DNI
You whined, head moving to his neck to hide yourself more. “Don’t make fun of me.”
He couldn’t help but laugh more, arms wrapping around you to keep you close to him. Chan stroked your spine as he reassured you. “I’m not making fun of you, bunny. You’re just so cute.”
At the sound of your pet name, your head perked up. He saw it when you looked at him, the new fire in your eyes at that nickname. Was it still sweet? Still endearing? Absolutely. But it would be hard to deny the fire it now lit inside you to hear it.
“Like when you call me that.” You traced his collarbones now, fingertips making him shiver. “Always have, but now-“
Chan placed two fingers under your chin, tipping it up to look him in the eyes. He wanted you to look at him when you speak to him. “But it makes you feel different now, right? You like it more now…” he began to trail his other hand down your side, moving to the front of your belly and pausing there “…now that you know how good daddy can make you feel.”
Your lip trembled as you tried to hold back a moan, his words making you melt already.
“Oh, none of that.” Chan tutted as his palm on your belly pushed down, slipping inside the boxers you were borrowing. “Don’t get shy on me now, bunny. I need to hear every sound you make.”
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hey guys @rachalixie let me come with her today
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me to @rachalixie all week: idk i think they’re going to announce the comeback this week
“why”
me: idk just a funny lil feeling
everyone say thank you ivy
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What are the hottest pics of seungmin you've seen?
man is a whole ass meal and i’m fucking ravenous
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