#bang chan drabble

[coichii]

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ ── loose - bang chan

—(🎧)—> when your company finds a music producer for your new upcoming summer project, you weren’t expecting to fall for him & his charms.

pairing - producer!chan ♥︎ idol!fem!reader

genre - idol AU

word count - 4.2k

warnings - ITZY mentioned (Yuna), HYBE idol is fictional, insecurities, brief mentions of stalking, and panic attack + panic attack descriptions

“We think he has the perfect style that would suit you and your fans.” Your managers voice cuts through your thoughts.

It’s early april, so the thought of gearing up for a summer comeback is enough to make your head spin. You had already released music about a month ago, releasing an entire mini album that satisfied a lot of your fans. Why do you already have to prepare for more music?

But that’s the life of an idol, especially an idol as famous and loved as you. There’s no resting in this war you love with your whole heart and have given up your entire life for.

You’re the most popular solo artist under your company JYP, constantly charting #1 and selling out various concert venues and festivals. JYPS little gem, they called you. So to say you had a reputation to live up to was an understatement.

Ofcourse your company wanted to hire the best producer for you, and they were pretty confident they found the perfect one. Somebody under your own company.

“His name is Christopher Bahng. He has tons of successful songs with his name written on it.” His name registers in your mind. You’ve never heard of him before, but you trust your manager enough to agree.

“Sure, that’s not a problem! I’ll check out some of his work once I get back home.” You smile, standing up from the meeting table and saying bye to your manager, leaving the room to start making your way to your small apartment.

It’s not too far away from the studio, a nice & safe area with not too many people. It’s the perfect place to not get caught, that would be a whole different situation.

You’ve dealt with that before. The constant swarming, almost having panic attacks at the airport, constantly looking behind your shoulder because somebody may be following you. It’s all a lot, but it’s something you’ve learnt to deal with.

That’s why the weight of this new project is stressing you out more than usual. You’ve felt your presence in the industry slowly slipping. It’s a common feeling among idols, but you can’t he

The music you release performs well, of-course. You still have fans and all, but when there’s a new sensation in town, everyone in the industry feels it, and your just getting the worse of it.

A new solo artist under HYBE just debuted not too long ago, you don’t even remember her name. What you do remember though is the feeling of losing to her on M Countdown.

All you need is to know that this new producer that your team is recommending to you is good enough to push your over the edge and back on top.

Getting home, you quickly do your night routine, brushing your teeth & taking a brisk shower and putting on pajamas. The eagerness of seeing his work is getting to you, causing you to speed through the rest of your routine like lighting before finally looking up his name on your phone.

When you searched him up, not only did tons of songs you’ve heard of and listen to regularly pop up, but so did his face.

He’s.. handsome?

Now that you think about, you think you’ve seen his face around the company building sometimes. Usually in the cafe or the corridors.

You smile looking through the list of hit songs that he’s produced. Song after song you recognize. You know you’re in really good hands now.

Checking his credits makes you feel almost star struck, and that’s coming from an idol like you. There’s no way you won’t be Koreas hot topic in about 3 months.

The feeling of exhaustion leaves your body, being replaced by a new feeling of excitement, something you don’t think you’ve felt so severely since debut.

You honestly can’t wait to get started.

←♥︎→

“So, everything’s in order?” Yuna asks you, sipping on a cup of coffee in the cafe you were both sitting in. It’s a common place for idols to take a break at, and you were just in the middle of vocal training when your manager sent you the phone number of Christopher so you two can start talking.

“Yup! I’ll text him in a moment so we can start planning!” You enthusiastically respond, taking a sip of your own drink before scanning the faces of the room.

Member of twice, that stylist you hate, Christopher Bahng, member of-… wait, Christopher is here?

You don’t know why you suddenly get nervous, a thin blush running through your body. You slightly turn your head away, but Yuna being your best friend notices this immediately.

“What’s up with you?” She asks, tilting her head slightly like a confused puppy.

“Huh? Nothing.” You lie, but she sees right through you.

Turning your head to the direction yours had just been facing, she spots the man you had been talking about. Her group having had worked with him in the past, she recognizes him immediately.

“Ohhhh, he’s here. But why do you care? He comes here all the time and so do you.” She analyzes, coming up with a conclusion faster than you would’ve hoped.

“Wait, do you… have a crush on him or something?” She asks, eyes completely innocent with reasonable accusation.

“No! No no no no! I’ve never even met him before and plus even if I did there’s still the dating ban and I can’t risk putting my career in jeop-“

“Y/n, I was just asking.” She interjects, a chuckle making its way through her lips as you groan and cover your head with your hands.

“So… you should text him then!” She changes the subject, slyly smiling as you raise your head and glare at her.

“I will I promise but not with you staring at me like a delinquent highschooler. You sigh, slurping up the remainder of your coffee before standing up abruptly.

“Well, my breaks almost over. See you later, Yuna!” You wave her goodbye, turning back to head up to the training rooms.

You think about what Yuna said on your way there, her words spinning through your mind. A blush creeps its way up your face, causing you to groan.

You honestly don’t think it’s anything like that. I mean, you’ve never even met him before. It’s more like admiration, you reason. Yeah… admiration!

Your thoughts remind you to text him, silencing the unreasonable turns of your stomach and sending him a quick & simple text.

—

you: hi! I’m y/n, my manager handed me your number. I hope we can start working together soon!

—

You stuff your phone in your pocket like a kid hiding their phone from their nosey parents. There’s not even anyone around as you slip into your training room.

Even as you practice and try your best to focus, Yunas words run rampant in your head. It causes a headache to form, loud & bulging.

You hate when your mind falls into this state. A mindset that causes you to focus on one thing while also focusing on nothing at all. It’s the feeling of bells ringing simultaneously yet not quite at the same rate. It’s beyond exhausting.

it’s so exhausting that you don’t even notice that he texted you back hours ago after you had already gotten home. All you can do is sleep as a confused Christopher from across the screen wonders why your eager text is leaving his response unanswered.

←♥︎→

It’s a normal morning. The coffee served warm & fresh from the company’s cafe is enough to melt away the sickening feeling of fatigue that set in the other day.

The comforting warmth drips down your throat, soothing your strained vocal cords and warming your empty stomach. There’s nothing that could change how calm you’re fee-

“Hey, y/n. I got your text and responded yesterday but I didn’t get a response. I just wanted to check to make sure you received it?” A voice cracks through your thoughts, causing you to look up from the mug you were holding in your hand. It doesn’t take long for you to register his face, and when you do…

“O-oh! Uh, hi Christopher, was it?” He nods in response, clearly a bit thrown off from your sudden stuttering.

The bit of akward silence sets in, causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach and the sound of artificial crickets to start chirping.

“Wait..” the realization sets in. As far as you’re aware, you never got a text. “I didn’t know you responded. Let me check that.”

You do, and like he said, his response sits there on your phone, the blue tint of texts radiating onto the red of your cheeks.

“Wow, I-I’m so sorry I had no idea that you messaged me. I was so exhausted last night and it must have completely slipped my mind to check my texts before I went to bed.” You explain, a sheepish grin crawling onto your lips.

A giggle makes its way from Christopher, a cute, simple sound that forms dimples on his cheeks. “Ahh, don’t worry about it. I just wanted to make sure you got it.”

You twiddle with your fingers, and embarrassed feeling engulfing your mind for no good reason. He already said it was okay, so why is your stomach bubbling like that.

“So…” he starts, his Aussie accent making you feel the beats of your chest. “Why don’t we go start now?”

Your eyes widen, stomach doing flips in your body. You’ve worked with countless sets of people & producers before, so why is that one sentence making you so nervous?

“Right now?” You ask, making sure to verify before he smiles and nods.

“Yeah, I work better in the mornings anyway. Besides, you seemed pretty eager. Do you not want t-“

“No, no! It’s not that I promise. I’m just a little star struck to be working with someone as talented as you.” You interrupt, stopping him from questioning if you wanted a different producer. “But yes, we can start now.”

“That’s flattering coming from somebody like you. If anything, I’m star struck to be working with the company’s princess.” He compliments, slowly walking away from the cafe towards his studio you assume. You quickly chug the rest of your drink and follow him.

“Thank you, Christopher.” You thank him. You thank him, smiling as you walk towards the studio.

“Please” he says, opening the door to the spacious studio. “Call me Chan”

His studio is cold, the stiff breeze hitting you the moment you walk into the room. There’s a small black couch pushed against the farthest wall of the room, the led lights flashing across its leather surface.

Even though the studio is cold, it was a comforting warmth to it. There’s blankets and pillows sprawled around the room.

“Ignore the mess, I was up late last night working.” He sheepishly laughs, tucking a loose strand of hair behind his ear. “Come, we can start talking.”

He leads you to sit down on the couch, him sitting adjacent to you in a small chair of the same material and style. You don’t know why you suddenly feel insecure.

You don’t typically get this much creative control over your music, so the feeling of being able to tell a producer what you want to do straight up feels new, exciting, and scary.

“So, tell me what you were thinking.” He puts the spotlight onto you, looking at you in a way that makes you feel nervous.

“I was thinking it could be something refreshing while also having a summer feeling. Kind of like lemonade on a warm summer day…y’know?” You explain, stomach curling at the sight of his slightly furrowed brow.

What if he thought your explanation was weird or he doesn’t get it or-

“I get what you’re saying. So you want it to be exciting but not overbearing. Light, kind of indie?” He asks, explaining what you wanted better than you could explain it yourself.

“Yes! That’s exactly what I want!” You exclaim, a light feeling being placed in your heart instead of the anxious one that was there at first.

After your confirmation, it’s easy for Chan to begin working on the beat, creating endless melodies that are each better than the last. It’s liking working with the god of music.

The way you’re staring at him is with stars in your eyes, the admiration for his work reaching new heights now that you’re seeing it face to face. You don’t even recognize you’re staring at him like this, but he does. He had for a while.

He noticed the moment he saw you in the cafe the other day, accidentally over hearing your conversation with Yuna. Deep down, he was wishing that you would go talk to him.

He’s been staring at your pretty self ever since you walked into the company for the first day on the job. He had just began his producing career not to long ago, but all he wanted to do was make songs for you.

Seeing you at the company, on stage, on billboards & adds around the city, it all made him appreciate you and your beauty even more.

To say he was delighted to get a message from your manager saying you were interested in working with him was an understatement. He always found you absolutely enchanting, and the chance to work with you made him feel a passion like he hadn’t before for producing.

“Great.” He smiles again, flashing those pearly whites in your face. “Then we can get started.”

←♥︎→

The producing stage was exciting, but exhausting as usual. Making a beat to both of yours satisfaction to working on lyrics, it took more time than you could have ever imagined. At first you were complaining about preparing for a comeback so early but now you’re wishing your manager had given you a heads up.

Chan was an absolute saint, helping you through it and teaching you things you didn’t know about producing. He knew you were new to this, and he wanted to do everything he could to help you understand.

It didn’t take long to get close to him. He feels like a warm cup of tea on a brisk autumn morning, something calming yet soothing. The perfect blend of blistering hot black tea.

The way he would explain difficult terminology to you, putting his hands over yours and guiding the mouse in your grasp. Your heart beat in your chest as did his.

You pushed it off as admiration, the need to focus on the song outweighs the trouble that stirred up inside your stomach & mind. Even if it kept you up at night, even if it caused Yuna to look at you crazy when you denied the crush with rosy pink cheeks.

You’re an idol after all. The years spent building a fan base, training your ass off, taking hate from random strangers and not being able to say anything about it to keep your “perfect” schtick from crumbling beneath your feet. There’s no need in losing all that hard work for a man that you’re not even sure likes you.

But on his side, he’s begging for you to see how into you he is. Are you truly oblivious to the way he looks at you? It has his head so dizzy that he’s convinced you just are ignoring him.

The way his eyes shine when he looks at you trying to understand how to produce, the way he watches you in awe as you sing in the recording booths, there’s no way you can be oblivious, right?

But you are, or atleast that’s what you tell yourself when the thought of him keeps you up at night. You tell yourself the same thing over and over again.

“I need to focus on my career”

And you do, of-course. Even if it means ignoring the tell tale signs that he desperately wants you to reciprocate.

←♥︎→

“Y/n, you need to go up and octave on this last part of the line.” Chan says for the umpteenth time. His voice is growing tense, and so is yours.

“Yes, I know I know. I’ll try again.” You sigh, drawing in a deep breath before trying to sing a certain line again.

You’re in the last stage of recording, and it’s early June. That means teasers have already been released and it’s building hype all around the media. That also means the pressure is on.

Recording hasn’t been finished, but choreo hasn’t even been started. You’re pretty sure the choreographer you’re working with has already started working on it from the demo, but there’s going to be changes once she gets the official version.

There’s a particular line, a high note in the last line of the bridge that is stressing you out and consuming your mind. Over and over it’s been repeated to you by Chan that you need to go an octave higher, but there’s this feeling in your chest that’s telling you that it’s not possible.

You perform it again, voice quivering the moment you get to the high note. You mumble a quiet sorry before trying again. Again. Again. Again. Fuck, why can’t you just do it?

“Hey y/n, maybe we should take a break, yeah?” He suggest, taking quick notice of your shaky lips and hands, not to mention the watering of your eyes.

“No-, it’s fine. I’ve got this I’ve just gotta get my shit together and I can do it. I need to do it.” You ramble, the breath in your body quickening.

What’s this feeling? You’ve only felt like this once before. It was the day a song of yours released, and you were so so proud of it. The public didn’t think the same. Why are the memories coming back as everything goes dark?

Wait, why’s everything going dark? You don’t know what’s happening you stumble lightly to the ground, your ears ringing and stomach growing nauseas. You think you can hear Chan in the background. What’s he saying, you have no clue. All you can focus on is the blaring headache tearing through your brain like a tornado.

“Y/n? Y/n what’s going on, huh? Are you okay. Shit— hey everything will be okay, yeah? I’m here. I’m here.” His heart sinks once he recognizes you symptoms.

He instantly runs towards you, crouching to the floor as you place your hand on your chest, trying to make sense of the feelings and pain your experiencing right now.

“Chan? Chan what’s going on?!” You ask, voice panicked. Chan doesn’t know what to do except for grab your hands and put them in his own, placing your palms against his chest.

“Shh, everything is okay. I just need you to breathe for me, okay?” He says, and you try, but it’s nearly impossible to stop the quickness of your breathing .

“I-I can’t do it. I can’t I—“

“Yes you can. You can do it and I know you can. Just focus on your hands. You can hear my breathing. Copy that. Just copy me and you’ll be okay.”

His words strike a certain determination in you, and you immediately try to focus your attention on your hands to match his rhythm. It’s no easy task, but after a while you’re able to match him, heart rate coming down from its previous jet like speed.

Chan takes notice of your relaxing breath, sighing in relief for a moment, but tensing up again once he takes notice of your pearl like eyes watering up with tears.

Red hot tears roll down your cheeks calmly, eyes itchy and irritated as your cheeks go red.

You’re so embarrassed. You’re so embarrassed that you just broke down crying in front of somebody that makes your heart flutter like never before.

Those thoughts get washed out of your mind when Chan grabs a hold of your cheek, wiping the tears from your face with a single thumb, flashing a comforting yet somber smile in your path.

Immediately, all rationale you had left in your body goes out the window. While he stares at your eyes, searching them for an answer, your eyes are glancing at his lips.

You’re not sure what possessed you to do it, but all of a sudden you find yourself connecting your lips with his.

His hands stop stroking your cheek, freezing up and shaking slightly. He’s so caught off guard, eyes widening profusely once your lips touch his.

You pull away once he doesn’t kiss you back, unease settling into your skin, producing a cold sweat.

“I’m sorry, I- I don’t know why I did that. Oh god you probably think I’m wei-“

He cuts your self deprecating speech with his lips, pressing deep and wrapping his arms around your waist.

The kiss crushes you in the best way possible. The feeling is akin to gentle rain on a spring morning, lips soaking into each other.

The warmth that radiates off his skin is like no other. Not once have you ever felt this way about someone else, usually too busy to focus on futile things such as romance.

However, this feeling is new. The way his lips feel on yours makes you feel like you’d be willing to give up the idol life if it meant you could kiss him all day.

And you meant that.

“Hey, y/n? He asks, voice tender. You hun in response, lips dangerously close.

“Can I take you out tonight? He asks, tilting his head to the side.

“Only if we can do that again.” You respond, voice teasing and flirty. All Chan does is smirk, flashing aggressively attractive dimples your way.

He dives back into another kiss, devouring your lips like it’s the last meal he’ll ever get to eat & he’s starving.

←♥︎→

Choreography, a person who hates working outs worst enemy.

It’s late June now, and recording is all wrapped up. Release date grows nearer and nearer, but you’re not as stressed as you were before.

Why you may ask? Because you and Chan have been going out for a month. The only stressor on your mind is wondering why he hasn’t asked you to be his girlfriend yet.

Maybe it’s early, but you don’t care. You’re addicted to his lips, his eyes, laugh, smile, dimples, humor, and everything else. Kissing him had always been the highlight of your day, making you want to do it all the time. Especially as he stares at you intensely on the couch in the dance room.

He asked to watch you perform your choreography “to see if there needed to be any last minute changes”. You were oblivious to the fact that this wasn’t his intent, but you shouldn’t have been by the way he was licking his lips as he watches you dance.

It’s no secret between the two of you that he finds you extremely attractive, but he’s not sure you truly understand how attractive that he finds you.

He would worship the ground you walk on if he could. Those feelings are only amplified as he watches you twist and then your body in a particularly skimpy outfit, eyes boring into his with an evil intent.

“So,” you start, walking over to him smiling. “Whatcha think?”

He smirks, his eyes knowing as you sit on the empty space next to him. He’s looking at the beads of sweat rolling down your body, how your breath is quite full yet, how your thighs are almost fully exposed.

“Honestly, I couldn’t really focus. You look to good.” He doesn’t hold back the truth, placing a hand on your cheek and causing a rise in your heart rate.

“Cmon! I’m being serious.” You pout, cheeks poking out to which Chan kisses them. It doesn’t take long for his lips to make their way to yours.

“I am being serious y/n. You really don’t know what you do to me and how you make me feel.”

He connects his lips to yours after he’s finished speaking, swallowing every groan & moan you release from your lips.

“Y/n.” He chokes out from a whine. “I need you.”

“Well then.” You smirk. “You better prove it.”

←♥︎→

The song released about 3 months ago. It charted #1 for weeks, taking the idol industry by storm. 5 music show wins for it aswell, your highest you ever got. You were so damn proud of yourself, but you were even more grateful for Chan.

Speaking of Chan, he just arrived home now, unlocking the door to your apartment with the spare keys you gave him and immediately crashing down on your chest once he spots you laying on your bed.

“I saw your performance today, baby. It was so good. I’m so proud of you, ynnie.” He smothers your face in his kisses, pressing his love deep into your body.

“Thanks baby. It’s really late though, get some sleep.” You respond, stroking the loose strands of hair with your warm hands.

“Yeah yeah I know. You better sleep some too.” He mumbles, body already slipping into a deep sleep.

It’s easy to feel and be this relaxed with him. The feeling of knowing you can relax and let yourself loose with him is like a feeling you’ve never experienced with anyone else.

And you wouldn’t give it up for the world.

[httpdwaekki]

movie night | s.c. ft b.c.

summary: after a rough day all you wanted was a movie night with your favorite boys, but when they forget it feels like you’re world is crumbling.

wc: 2.1k

warnings: hurt/comfort, fem!reader, gendered terms of endearment (sweet girl, baby girl, etc.), crying, meltdown.

a/n: i kinda got lost in the sauce w this one but week three wooo!!! don’t forget to check out @straykeedz versions!!! i hope you guys enjoy and as always, drink water, eat something, and take ur meds. <3

(i tense switch alot during this, i wrote it half asleep most of the time, i’ll edit it eventually lmao)

my library | bee’s vers | bee | binnie month | fundraiser

(pictures not mine! credit to owners!)

you were having a terrible day, nothing was going right and the only thing keeping you from completely breaking down was the movie night you had planned with your boyfriends.

8 o’clock came and you were all set up in your living room with snacks, blankets and of course wolf chan and dwaekki. you were sat on the couch, barely containing your excitement for the night ahead.

but then 8:15 came and you were still sat there alone, and then 8:20 you decided to send them a gentle reminder.

from sweet girl <3:

hi my loves, i’m all set up for movie night whenever you guys are ready 🖤

but 8:30 rolled around and then 9:00 and by that point you had sent several texts

from sweet girl <3:

i’m assuming you guys are still at the studio, just let me know when you’re on your way! love you guys 🖤

it’s getting kinda late, i hope everything’s okay, love you both very much 🖤🖤

i hope everything’s okay, but it’s getting late so i’m heading to bed, we can do movie night another night, goodnight my loves

now it’s 10:00, you had a terrible day and now the one thing you were looking forward to fell through, you were defeated. at your last texts you moped into your room needing nothing more than your warm bed and comfort movie.

luckily you had already put the snacks away after an hour of waiting realizing they probably forgot. once cozy in bed, you put monsters inc on your tv and pulled the two stuffies to your chest.

it was at this point the realization of what happened hit and you couldn’t stop the breakdown that followed. tears streaming down your face, breathing terribly uneven, and incoherent words falling from your mouth.

“they- they forgot about me.” you whimpered, hugging the plushies impossibly closer to you. the hoodie from changbin that usually helps calm you down, was now just a painful reminder of the two missing people.

you ripped the article of clothing off in an attempt to calm yourself, throwing it across the room. you settled back into the soft mattress, placing the gray and pink plushes to the side, opting for your soft blanket to calm yourself.

luckily after a few minutes your comfort movie had worked it’s magic and you felt yourself relax enough to finally fall into dreamland, tears drying against your skin as you slept.

unbeknownst to you, your boys were scrambling 15 minutes away in the studio. the producers had a habit of locking up their phones during their working hours to limit distractions but unfortunately that caused them to also forget about the plans they made with their favorite girl.

“oh fuck, hyung we gotta go, like now.” changbin shot up out of his chair once he realized the time. they were supposed to be at your apartment 2 hours ago to start movie night. “huh? what, what happened, what’s wrong?” trying to figure out what could’ve pulled such a reaction from the younger boy.

“look at the time,” he points to the time to emphasize his statement. “oh fuck,” the older of the two’s eyes goes as wide a saucers, whipping his head to the former. “we were supposed to be there 2 hours ago.” bin nods his head before moving to shut everything down.

“okay, okay, relax bin, let me save everything, you pack everything up then we can leave, okay?” changbin nods, realizing he’s right, this will all be completely in vain if they lost everything they were working on.

in the midst of gathering their items, changbin finally looks at his phone where he finds all the messages you sent, the last one being sent 15 minutes ago. he quickly texts out a response, hoping you hadn’t fallen asleep yet.

from binbin <3:

princess we’re so so sorry, we got caught up in work, we’re packing and heading to you now. we love you so so much baby. 🩷🩷

he puts his nail in his mouth, gnawing on it anxiously as his leg shakes. after saving all the files and shutting everything down, chan turns back to find a very anxious changbin staring at his phone.

he makes his way next to him, placing his hand on the shaking leg. “hey, what’s going on?” he asks gently. changbin looks up, unshed tears line his soft eyes. “she texted us 11 times.” his breathes, shaking his head, showing him the phone screen.

“and we ignored every single one of them. what if she was hurt? what if something happened? we would’ve never known” he rambles, sending himself further into a spiral.

“hey, hey,” he gently grabs the younger’s cheek, “she’s safe, she’s home in bed asleep,” his thumb slowly stroking his cheek, soothing the anxious man. “we’re going to her now, everything will be okay, okay?” bin nods his head, closing his eyes, letting a stray tear or two run down his cheek.

chan wipes the tears before placing a soft, loving kiss to his temple. “okay, let’s go see our girl.” chan smiles, grabbing his hand pulling him up with him.

once they made it to your apartment (not without breaking a few traffic laws), they let themselves in with the spare key you made them. quickly discarding their shoes, practically running to your room but not without missing the wrapped up snacks in your kitchen or the discarded blanket pile on your couch.

changbin pauses, guilt clutching his heart as he sees your discarded preparations. “come on.” chan quietly ushers, pointing to your room with a quick movement of his head. bin is quick to follow, needing to see you as soon as possible.

chan opens your door, finding a sleeping lump in the middle of your bed and none other than monsters inc playing softly on the screen. that alone told them everything they needed to know but then the thrown hoodie on the floor and two plushies laying next to you instead of clutched to your chest?

they knew they messed up, big time. bin went to rush to you, to wake you up and apologize profusely but chan stops him. “hold on, you might scare her.” bin nods understanding that even though he means well, you were in a very fragile mental state.

the older man carefully sits on the side of your bed, placing a hand to your shoulder. it was only then did he catch a glimpse of the tears stains dried to your chubby cheeks. his breath hitches, causing changbin to look after, catching sight of the same thing, his eyes filling with tears once more.

chan holds out his hand to give him a quick squeeze and a kiss before turning back to the problem at hand. he lays his chin on your shoulder, softly rubbing your arm to coax you awake.

“sweet girl,” he whispers, placing kisses to your shoulder, trying to wake you up as softly as possible. “wake up baby girl.” you slowly come back to consciousness, realizing that there was someone touching you.

you would have been scared if you didn’t recognize the familiar aussie voice. chan sits back as he feels you stir, bin coming to sit beside him, placing a hand to your thigh.. you turn to find your boys looking at you with the softest eyes you’ve ever seen.

you feel the familiar sting behind your eyes but you quickly rub your eyes, masking your tears. “hi” your voice quiet, sleep lacing your voice. “hi sweetheart.” the aussie coos, “hi bunny.” bin whispers, his fingers tracing patterns on your thighs soothing him you.

“we’re sorry baby, we completely lost track of time, and we put our phones away so we didn’t see you texted, we’re just- really sorry bubba.” you nod, willing your tears away before you spoke.

“it’s okay, i understand.” you say lowly, fidgeting with the soft material to keep your composure. but try as you might the two boys knew you all too well.

“no it’s not,” bin finally speaks, causing you to catch a glimpse of him. two streaks shine on his soft cheeks against the glow of the tv, caught your eye. you sit up, moving chan, attempting to reach changbin.

“it’s not okay, we knew we had plans with you today, and not only did we miss it, we ignored you-” you cut him off with a kiss, your hand coming to wipe the wet streaks away. you pull away, your own tears making their way down your chubby cheeks.

“i am upset, but i’m not mad. i just had a bad day and this was the one thing i was looking forward to and it was just the final straw.” pause, sniffling as chan grabs the hand still in your lap.

“i was inconsolable and your hoodie and the stuffies just felt like a reminder of my bad day.” you look down, your hand falling from the soft man’s cheek to your lap, where he grabs your hand. you hear a sniffle, cause your head to shoot up where you find them both with wet streaks on their cheeks.

your lip wobbles as you see your boys upset, you shake your head frantically. before you can even open your mouth, chan shakes his head before moving behind you, pulling you to his chest. binnie moves to sit in chan’s previous position, placing a soothing hand on your thigh.

“do not apologize, you did nothing wrong, us being upset or missing movie night is not your fault, nor is it your problem to fix.” he whispers in your ear, rubbing your soft tummy. your lip wobbles again, dropping your head into your hands as you sob.

bin moves to wrap his arms around you, bringing you to him as best he could with you against chan. they knew you were upset and the best thing for you was to let you cry it out as heart wrenching as your sobs are.

they just hold you as you calm down, binnie rubbing your back, placing kisses to your temple. chan rubbing your tummy, placing kisses to your shoulder.

you pull away once you feel calm enough, wiping your tears as you sniffle. “thank you, both of you, i love you both more than you know.” you give bin a kiss first before turning around as best you could, doing the same to chan.

“come on, let’s get you to sleep, we’ll talk more in the morning, sweet girl, okay?” he pats your tummy, waiting for you to nod your head before moving the blankets to give you space in the middle of the bed. you carefully move over, shivering as you land on the cold side of the mattress.

both boys get up, chan rounding the bed to get to the other side while binnie goes to grab his discarded hoodie. he makes it back to your side as chan sits on the edge of the bed.

“sit it up for me quick bunny. “ he says, kneeling on the bed, scrunching the fabric. you sit up, lifting your arms so he can slip the familiar fabric over your head. once you slide your hands through the sleeves, the hood covering a part of your face.

you give him a cheesy smile before shooting out to wrap your arms around him. he wraps his arms around your shoulders, placing a big kiss to your hood covered head. “mwah!” he plops down next to me, getting comfy under the blankets.

you adjust the hoodie a bit before leaning against the plush pillows. chan lifts up the two stuffies, placing them to your chest, wrapping your arm around them. you smile once again, rolling over to place a big kiss on his cheek.

once you settle back into the bed, they both wrap their arms around you, making you feel safe and secure. “good night bubba, we love you,” chan whispers in your ear before placing a loving kiss to your soft cheek. “so so much bunny.” binnie finishes, placing a kiss to your other cheek.

you melt right into their arms. you get comfortable, turning on your side to face binnie, laying your head on his chest, grabbing chan’s arm to stay around you. “i love you both too, more than you know.” you mumble, placing a kiss to bin’s pec and chan’s hand.

you all melt into each other, relaxing slowly as sleep welcomes you, the soft sounds of monsters inc playing as you all lay peacefully in each other’s arms.

[soobnny]

the alchemy — athlete!chan x reader ; established relationship (0.9k words)

where’s the trophy, he just comes running over to me

olympic inspired fic

Chan told stories.

His hands, rough with hard work, held strength and sacrifices. Years of training manifested in his calloused palms, in the occasional cuts and bruises.

They were proof of his passion, his dreams, his ambitions.

It’s almost funny how that entire world he had crafted with tears and sweat and sacrifices all boils down to a single moment, to right now, under the watchful eyes of thousands. Maybe even millions.

On the other side stood a realm, a place he can reap the efforts he’d planted step-by-step. He can faintly see victory from where he’s standing.

The crowd is a blur of color and noise. There are hands with flags waving, faces of anticipation, voices that brewed with support. Chan can feel the weight of the entire stadium pressing against his chest.

There is drumming, and beating, and shouting, and cheers.

And then static.

He breathes in, the space falling away in consequence. There is only the wall of focus he’s just built for himself—only the track, the runway, the pole, the leap.

The bar was set higher than it had been on his first attempt. A podium finish was in his reach with the pole in his hands and the runway in front of him if he would just make this jump.

A sharp breath.

The faintest rustle of the uniform he’s wearing.

And then the low hum of static.

There is nothing but the vault.

His pulse is thudding in his ears, heartbeat echoing a steady beat of anticipation. The sound of his shoes hitting the ground seemed louder than it was earlier.

There was only one thing to do now.

Chan’s gaze falls straight to the landing zone. He zeroes in on the marks, the mat awaiting his landing, the exact moment the pole would bend, how his body should fly above the vault.

That entire world, the callouses in his hands, the roughness of hard work, the countless hours of repetition were all about to be reduced to that one line on the horizon.

His grip tightens on the pole, familiar yet too rigid for comfort. And then he’s at the starting line.

At a last effort of any fragment of comfort, he searches for you where you stand. You were there, always have been, with eyes holding softness, and hope, and comfort. Something no one else could ever replicate.

A flicker of a smile curves at his lips, and then, as if his body has always known the exact timing, his legs start to move. One step, two steps. One after the other. His speed picks up, his hands instinctively tighten around the pole as it digs into the ground beneath him, and then he flies.

Chan flies, and the crowd falls silent in anticipation.

His entire world spins in such a short amount of time, even stills as his body—taught with the thrill of possibility—twists. There is muscle memory in the way he soars in the air, the same air heavy with the taste of victory that wasn’t his yet.

Gravity takes over.

Everything else falls behind him. Flashbacks of late night practices, and crying, and thinking he’s not good enough. Moments when he’d almost given up. Days when he’d felt like his efforts were going nowhere.

You’d always been there to help him back up.

You. You. You.

Thud.

His body hits the mats, and the sound echoes for half a second.

Just like that, it was done. He had done it.

His breath comes back in quick bursts, heart hammering in his chest.

When the mat propels his body back up, he lands on his feet. And before he can really process the victory he’d been working upon, he’s already turning. Sprinting.

The only direction to go now was the stands, the only direction left was to you.

You. You. You.

His legs carried him faster, and faster, and the world moved in a similar slow motion as he was when he was flying. The cheering, the flashing lights of cameras, the explosiveness of the stadium, everything was abandoned in the background.

Chan barrels into you, arms pulling you into the tightest embrace he could muster. For a moment, nothing else mattered—the gold medal, the record, nothing. Except for the fact that he had made it, and you were there with him to see it happen.

“Channie” is the only word you can muster, voice thick as you loop your arms around his neck.

Apparently, it’s also the only word he needs to pull himself back, hands resting on your shoulders as if needing to anchor himself to the moment. His eyes look into yours for a split second.

His eyes told stories too. It was always his most honest and obvious tell. And right now, they were looking at you with so much love.

Yours, with pride.

“Baby—“

Without warning, his lips find yours.

You feel everything in one kiss. The adrenaline, the years of work, his entire world. Chan leans into you, breathing you in, feeling the surge of everything he had accomplished into someone that felt like home.

Fuck, you make him happier than any Olympic gold medal ever could.

Somewhere in the distance, the announcer’s voice rings out his name as champion, but all he can ever see and hear right now is you. It was done. He’d made the vault, now all he needed to do was hold onto you.

There’s plenty of time for the rest later, plenty of time for celebrations, for the podium, for the journalists.

Right now, it was only ever you and the bright smile on your face, and the same smile he’s mirroring on his own.

And right now, in this moment, Chan doesn’t have to jump to know what it feels like to fly.

[thenewblackcanvas]

Big dick! chan, insecure about his size

“It’s a lot right? I-It seems like a lot” he says when your shocked expression stops your movements.

He tries to pull his boxers back up but you tightly grab his wrist with one hand and his dick with the other.

“This is mine now” you state, very matter a fact. Possessive! (Little bit of body worship)Partner

[zeroseuniverse]

Unpredictable

Word Count: 379 Summary:Chan blinked, caught off guard. “Am I?” You leaned forward, chin resting on your hand. “You always are.” Pairing: Chan X Reader

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Chan had always been in control. He was the type to keep his emotions in check, to never let anyone get too close. He handled life with ease, navigating relationships like a well-rehearsed script—never fumbling, never falling.

Until he met you.

You were different. Unpredictable. One second, you were laughing at his jokes, eyes twinkling like the city lights at midnight. The next, you were distant, cool, as if he were just another face in the crowd. You toyed with his emotions effortlessly, a puppet master pulling strings he hadn’t even realized existed.

Chan should have known better. Should have walked away the first time you tilted your head with that knowing smirk, like you had already mapped out his weaknesses. But instead, he found himself drawn in, tangled in a web spun from your half-truths and teasing glances.

“You’re staring,” you mused one evening, barely looking up from your drink.

Chan blinked, caught off guard. “Am I?”

You leaned forward, chin resting on your hand. “You always are.”

He wanted to deny it, to play it cool like he always did, but something about you made him forget how to lie to himself. You had a way of making him question things—his certainty, his control, the walls he had spent years building.

And the worst part?

He didn’t even want to escape.

The push and pull between you was intoxicating, like a game neither of you wanted to end. You’d reel him in just to let him go, only to pull him back in again with a whisper, a touch, a look that made his heart stutter. It was maddening.

One night, he finally snapped.

“Do you enjoy messing with me?” Chan asked, voice steady despite the storm raging inside him.

You tilted your head, considering him. “And if I do?”

He let out a short laugh, shaking his head. “You’re impossible.”

You leaned in, close enough that he could feel your breath against his skin. “And yet, you’re still here.”

Chan hated that you were right. Hated that despite everything, he didn’t want to leave. Because deep down, he knew—no matter how dangerous this game was, no matter how much you toyed with his heart—he’d let you win every time.

[astralis-ortus]

a little sweet fix

✱ boyfriend!bc x gn!reader

— sometimes what you thought was right might not be the best way.

w.count → 0.9k genre → comfort warning → mild cussing, mention of a family member getting into an accident (not described, non fatal), chan referred to as chris, reader referred to as baby and babe a.n → based on this request! i've never really written something in this nature, but it was a good challenge! tysm for requesting♡ ⋆ see masterlist

the air in the apartment was oddly tense when chris finally got home. he knew for a fact that you’re back from work—the pair of shoes you wore earlier this morning has returned amongst your and chris’ shared shoe cabinet, and you just texted him around 20 minutes ago, asking him what you should get for dinner before chris’ usual drive back from work.

“baby?” chris cautiously called out, footsteps treading down to your shared bedroom, and only then did he finally heard the familiar soft rustling of your slippers—along with a muffled conversation and your soft sniffles.

“gosh—are you sure you’re fine?”

your concerned voice turned clear as chris gently pushed the wooden slab ajar, revealing your anxiously pacing figure with a phone next to your ear. the questions reflected in his eyes soon turned to worry when he noticed the remnants of tears down your pale cheeks—but he kept quiet when you mouthed a quiet ‘hi’, followed by the shapes he recognizes as the name to your younger sibling while you pointed at the phone.

“my god—you still have the audacity to joke after getting mom and dad to hide this from me?” you groaned in annoyance, hand flying up to soothe the mild throb on your temple. “ugh, you’re unbelievable. fine. rest up, okay? i love you.”

you peered up as soon as the call disconnected and found your boyfriend smiling tenderly at you, arms apart as they quietly invited you into his embrace. no questions, no prying out answers, nothing—he just stood there, patiently waiting for you to come to him.

and so, you did.

his scent instantly fills you as you melt into his embrace, arms tightly wrapped around his midriff while he envelopes you in his warmth. you didn’t even know when, but tears started to begin its second race down your face, sniffles dampened by the broad of chris’ chest. you cried, and chris just stayed there, hand gently patting your back while he buries his nose between the waves of your hair.

“i feel like a terrible older sibling,” you finally croaked after what felt like a long while, sniffling away the rest of your tears while you rest against the echo of chris’ heartbeat. “how could i not notice they’ve been distancing from me? and only to find out it was because they got hospitalized after a bike crash? god­—i feel awful. how come i didn’t notice anything?”

“you’re not a terrible sibling, baby,” chris hummed, lips pressed against your forehead gently, “they just didn’t want you to worry. they know you would drop everything and do anything in your power to fly home right there and then, and i assume they didn’t want that. it’s neither your faults,” he muttered, hands now cupping your cheeks while he erases any trace of tears left on your skin.

“but still…” your lips pursed in protest, glossy eyes peering up at chris, “it’s a big deal, and i feel like crap for not being able to be there for my family. i could—i could’ve been there, you know? they’re my family. i should’ve been there.”

“i understand, baby,” chris softly exhaled as he pulled you into another hug, “but based on what i heard earlier, i can only assume they would feel guilty for making you come home. it’s only natural for you to want to be there and take care of them—i understand that, but don’t you think by not making them worry over you disregarding work just to fly home is also another form of help?”

you wanted to disagree—how could being unaware and staying thousands of miles away be of help for your family? you eyebrows furrowed, about to protest when chris continued, “think about it, babe. if it was you, wouldn’t you feel bad and worry about them instead your own recovery if your family flew all the way here? wouldn’t you tell them that calls and facetimes are enough because you have me to take care of you?”

you so wanted to disagree—but deep down, you do understand what chris meant.

“also,” pressing a light peck on the top of your head, chris then continued, “i think the only reason your parents agreed to keep you in the dark for a while is because they knew there’s nothing major you should be worried about. i’m sure they wouldn’t agree otherwise, yeah?”

and again, chris is right. you know your parents—they would never do that to you.

“you’re right,” you finally exhaled, pursing your lips as you snuggled closer in his warm embrace, “maybe i wasn’t thinking far enough.”

“it’s understandable, baby,” chris smiled when he felt the tension on your back slowly loosening up under his arms, “they’re your family after all. you wouldn’t want to see them got hurt.”

“besides,” the switch of tone in chris’ eye lures your eyes to look at him, and you’re greeted by your boyfriend’s sweet dimpled smile, “i know a way you could kinda be there for them. you know the hospital room number, right?” he grinned, immediately fishing out his own phone when you nodded an answer.

“what about we send them some food and hop on facetime?” chris proposed—and when he saw the glint in your eyes returning, he knew he made the right suggestion.

“bet they could use some sweets to cheer up from all those hospital foods,” he grinned. you could only imagine how your picky eater of a sibling would've groaned at the food choices they've had to deal with during their stay so far, and it made you giggle.

“oh, they sure do.”

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[flurrys-creativity]

February Filth Fest ~ Day 1: Creampie

Pairing: Bang Chan (Stray Kids) x Fem!Reader; Genre: hinted werewolf au, smut, pwp; Rating: nsfw, 18+, MDNI; Warnings: unprotected sex, hinted rough sex, begging, orgasm, creampie; Wordcount: 460

Summary: Finding the one and only could make you throw out all rationality - so there was only one thing for you two to do.

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When he walked into the room, it was like your whole world shifted. You tensed, his scent invading your senses before you even saw him. You turned around and your eyes immediately locked. 

Like magnets you two got pulled towards each other. His hands grabbed your hips and pulled you flush against his body, yours resting on his sturdy chest. You whispered your name, introducing yourself - just so you could hear him say your name.

He murmured your name, letting the sound of it roll over his tongue, making you feel tingles all over your body. “Chan”, he continued, staring right into your soul with his dark brown eyes.

Without thinking you grabbed his hand and pulled him away from the other people and wolves. You’ve never felt a pull so strong to someone else and it simply blew all rationality out of your brain.

Chan’s lips were on yours the second you two reached a vacant room. Clothes got thrown around after being ripped away from your bodies. Nothing was going fast enough for either of you.

You moaned loudly, throwing your head back as Chan pushed his hard on into you. Each thrust sent you further into a state of pure bliss. The room filled with your moans, his grunts and the slapping of skin to skin.

His calloused fingers grabbed your waist, holding you in place while he continued to roughly fuck into you. 

You grabbed onto his lower arms, needing his strong muscles to somehow ground you. “Please”, you began begging, feeling how your toes curled and your legs trembled from the pleasure. You arched your back, hoping for the teeny tiny extra kick you needed to get over the top.

As if Chan noticed your urges, he pressed one of his thumbs on your clit. He snarled and grunted, feeling how your walls clamped down around his shaft. With the constant stimulation he wasn’t far behind in his release.

Once he spilled every single drop inside of you, he pulled out.

You laid sprawled out on the surface, a thin sheen of sweat covering your whole body. You watched how Chan grabbed your ankles and hoisted them up on the surface as well, spreading your knees and legs far apart. 

He stared at your hole, using two fingers to push your labias apart. A cheeky grin played over his face as he bit down on his lower lip. 

You could only imagine what he saw, forcing your muscles to contract and push slightly more of the white liquid out.

Chan’s eyes flitted up to your face surprised to see your knowing smirk. He relaxed again, his own grin switching to something a little more dangerous - a little more hungry.

“Be ready for a second round.”

x | Day 2

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[hyunsvngs]

SQUIRTRACHA!! aka chan minho hyunjin and jeongin who would prob be the most determined to make you squirt. andjskjdkssjksk the brainrot is real. and theyd pull out ALL the tricks. flicking and sucking your nipples, rubbing your clit, EDGING 😖 and probably just lots and lots of orgasm denial. all in an attempt to get you to squirt for them <3

I SO AGREE.

UNDER THE CUT BC THIS GOT SO LONG!!!

i think with chan it would be such a deep, carnal desire for him… i can just imagine him discovering it one day when he’s watching porn and he’s like “oh…?” when the female star’s orgasm gushes from her. from then on, he’s just thinking about how badly he wants to make someone do that… i can imagine the first time he gets you in bed it’s going through his brain, it’s ALL he can think about. immediately crooks his fingers up to your g spot in an attempt to get you to squirt.. you’re whining, telling him “it’s too much, channie, too much- i think i’m gonna pee, i’m-?”. chan’s shaking his head, soft curls bouncing in his face, “no baby, ‘s not pee. c’mon, let go for me.” ughhh and imagine the overstimulation when you do… poor baby just wants to make you soak him over and over.. he’s latching onto your nipples, thrusting his fingers back in straight away. i need him so bad

i think with minho it would be the complete opposite. he’d be edging you for what felt like forever. he’d have you perched in front of a mirror, legs splayed over his as he worked his fingers into you over and over. every single time you thought he may give it to you, let you have this orgasm - he pulled away, smacking your clit teasingly with a smirk. except, this time, he’s a bit too late - your orgasm floods from you, soaking the mirror as your eyebrows furrow together and jaw drops in a silent scream. you’re babbling “oh-! sorry, sorry, min! made a mess, oh-“ minho wouldn’t even show his surprise tbh, though he’s internally dying… he’d just smirk, saying “so fucking dirty, creaming for me everywhere like that, huh? can’t even be mad you came.” he’d definitely bend you over quickly and shove his thick cock in you until you’re doing it again. yum

hyunjin would have such a kink for just watching you cum. just seeing your eyes roll back with pleasure, clit throbbing and toes curling as you let go all for him, just for him. when he expressed his desire to make you squirt, you honestly weren’t surprised at all. you were surprised when he tried it later that same day - pulling out a nice, curved g spot vibrator to fuck you with. hyunjin would work you up so good, telling you “you’re so, so fucking beautiful”, and making you whine out. he’d suck hickeys into your neck, kissing down your body, laving over your tits until he was sure you were nice and wet for him… i think while minho, jeongin and chan would be the types to fuck you without abandon to get you to squirt, hyunjin would enjoy playing with your body like it’s a beautiful instrument. “there you go, feelin’ good?” he’d say as he pushed the soft silicone inside of you, and you’d nod, whimpering when the attachment brushes against your clit. he wouldn’t even fuck you quickly, just brushing his fingers over your nipples while he pumps it steadily in and out of you… before you know it, you’re cumming, not even able to warn him - juices gushing out of you and all over the vibrator and hyunjin’s hand. you’d be whining, “oh, hyunjin, ‘m- cumming, cum, shit, ‘s wet-“ and shiiit the smile he’d do… he’d be so fucking happy LOL he wouldnt even need to fuck you, he’d be satisfied at your own powerful orgasm.

ok jeongin…. i honestly think that when jeongin heard about squirting, he was astonished. he was like “PEOPLE CAN DO THAT????” and then he was like “nah. i don’t believe it.” just completely refusing it exists. until one day, you’re riding him and his cockhead is hitting your cervix just right. jeongin felt like he was going to die whenever he was inside you anyway, but today just felt different. you were warmer, wetter, tighter - even fucking louder as you writhed and bounced on him. “yeah, ah, ah, innie, so deep-“ you’d be whining, fingers digging into his stomach. just from your facial expression, lost in pleasure, jeongin would feel himself getting close - but you had to cum first. “you gonna cum? please, please,” he’d beg, leaning up to rub tight, precise circles on your clit. all of a sudden, the tightness of your hole is pushing jeongin’s dick out, and a gush of clear fluids is covering him. you’re in shock, eyes widening and moans tumbling out of your mouth - only worsened by jeongin cumming on his own stomach as you cover him. so yeah, he likes it. he still can’t believe it’s real tho tbh, even as he tries (and succeeds) to get you to do it over and over again.

i also think jisung would have an INTENSE squirt kink and idk if thats me projecting but he’s filthy SO IF U WANT ME TO ELABORATE LMK…

[chanshoesunite]

Simon says

„Let‘s play Simon says“, Chan suggests to YN.

„Just the two of us?“, YN cocks an eyebrow, demonstratively looking around.

“Yeah, there are no rules against that, are there?”

“I guess not, but I am quite curious where this is going.”

“Whatever do you mean?”, Chan pulls an innocent face, “So, I start: Simon says, stand up. Twirl. Bounce. Shake what your momma gave ya.” – YN has to laugh at the last one.

“Simon says turn around.”

YN does so, turning her head coquettishly. Chan gets up, standing close behind her. They look into each other’s eyes, their gazes heated.

“Simon says don’t move if you enjoy this”, Chan whispers and his hands begin to roam YN’s body, starting at her soft breasts, traveling along her ribcage, to her hips and bum. She leans back and grinds into him. They both let out quiet moans.

“My turn”, YN says. “Simon says take your trousers off and sit down.”

Chan complies quickly, his thick cock straining against his boxers. YN straddles him, stroking down his arms: “Simon says kiss me.”

Chan does so with enthusiasm, opening his mouth readily to let her in. While they make out, YN keeps moving her hips for more friction. Their lips separate when she says breathlessly: “Take your – Simon says take your cock out.”

She lifts herself up, so Chan can obey her. Once his cock is free, she moves her underwear to one side and works herself down his length.

“Simon says enjoy the ride.”

[myseungsunglove]

Broken Promises | Bc

Pairing: Bang Chan x reader

Warnings: fluff - despite the title, this is actually just a feel good little story.

Word Count: 1.8k

𖠫Summary: Sometimes you can make all the promises in the world to yourself, but life has other plans for you. Working closely with Bang Chan turns out to be a challenge in which you never really stood a chance.

✎a/n✎: this was just a random ass thought I started writing. No idea why. My brain is just finding every way possible to avoid writing part 4 of the master of flirting at this point. And Chan’s lips may have caught my eye and my mind may have wandered into writing this fic. Who knows, really. Edit: in re-reading this, this is one of the shitiest things I’ve ever written. 😭😭 I’m not even sure why I published this. 🤦🏼‍♀️🫣

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「© September 29, 2023 by mysweethannie」

You promise yourself when taking the job, you won’t fall victim to Chan’s charm like every other person on the planet seems to.

The minute Bang Chan’s laugh is directed at you, his eyes crinkling in laughter and turning into tiny crescent moon slits, you’re done for.

It is then you break your first promise, falling hard for Chan’s charming laugh and beautiful smile.

You promise yourself that you’ll never let tiny glances and brief touches affect you. It is your job to do his makeup, of course you’d be close in proximity, touching him more than pretty much anyone else.

It had been 2 months since you replaced Chan’s previous makeup artist. Every time you walk into a room, he notices.

“Y/n! My favorite artist,” he declares, striding up to you and spreading his legs so that he can be face to face with you for easier access.

“Mr Bang,” you tease.

It has become a running joke between the two of you at this point, you calling him Mr. Bang. You crowd into his space, brush in hand as you set to work. After applying the base makeup, the more intricate details require you to be even closer to him. You step in close, your chest bumping against his slightly and his hands reach out, landing on your hips to steady the two of you.

Your heart flutters in your chest and you curse yourself silently. When he doesn’t remove his hands the rest of the time you’re doing his makeup, you can’t help but be a little overjoyed.

It is then you break your second promise, wondering when the next time he is going to dare to touch you will be.

You promise yourself you won’t develop a school girl crush on Chan.

The day he brought you caffeine and breakfast after he knew you had a long night, you start noticing all the little things he does for you that the other boys don’t do for their make-up artists.

He texts to make sure you get home safely. He seeks you out in a crowded room during down time just to chat. Even if he doesn’t need a touch up. He calls you when he is in the studio because he just has to tell you about this idea that he has for a makeup look for the song he is writing. You never actually talk about the look, but he tells you all about the song and eventually the conversation moves away from writing and music to more personal topics. Before a performance, he works quietly in the same room that you are in whether you’re doing his makeup or not. He texts you almost every morning, even when you don’t have a schedule with him. Your fluttering heart realizes you’ve definitely fallen for Christopher Bang.

It is then that you break your third promise, the school girl crush taking hold of your not so schoolgirl heart.

You promise yourself that you will not get involved with an idol. Especially one Christopher Bang.

You’re walking home one day after a particularly long schedule with the boys. Your car had broken down a few days before and it was a nice enough day, so you set off for your apartment that wasn’t all that far from the venue you had just left. It was a lucky coincidence that today’s schedule was close to your home.

You don’t make it far when suddenly the once bright and sunny day clouds up overhead, and you can feel the atmosphere shift, a summer storm approaching quickly and seemingly out of nowhere. You should have known better than to be walking home in the middle of monsoon season. The pretty clear sky days typically give way to much gloomier and rainiers days with little to no warning. You had been sure you could make it home when you left the venue, but as the clouds opened up and rained down on you, literally, you realized just how wrong you were.

You are soaked to the bone in no time, nowhere close by to seek shelter. You are running down the sidewalk, your backpack lifted over your head as you stomp through the puddles of water that are already forming. Suddenly a car pulls up beside you, the door thrown open haphazardly.

“Y/N,” Chan yells from the back seat. “Get in!”

Your brain takes a second to process that Chan is offering you a ride, or that he is there at all on the side of the road on a now rainy evening.

You dash to the door and crawl in, immediately shivering from your wet clothes, tossing your bag on the floor of the car. Chan immediately pulls his hoodie over his head.

“Take this,” he says, handing it to you. He turns away from you and you’re confused at first. “Take off that soaked shirt and throw my hoodie on. It’ll be better for some of you to be dry at least,” he explains as if he can see you staring at his back, confused.

“Oh, yeah. Okay,” you agree and pull your wet shirt over your head and set it on the floor beside you. It’s then that you realize that Chan is the only one in the back of the vehicle which is unusual. “Where is everyone else?” you ask, slipping the hoodie over your head and wrapping your arms around yourself, rubbing your arms rapidly trying to warm yourself up.

Chan turns back around, figuring he has given you enough time and speaks.

“I saw you leave the venue on foot and I asked for my own car. Haven’t you learned yet that you don’t go for a walk in the middle of monsoon season?” He chuckles at you. “I was hoping we would catch up to you before the skies opened up,” he sighs apologetically. “C’mere, yeah?” He says, motioning for you to crawl into his warm embrace. You’re too cold from your wet pants and hair to really think twice about it.

His arms immediately engulf you, wrapping around your waist, pulling you into his warm and firm body. His arms rest on top of yours and rub gently, generating some heated friction to help ease your chills.

“God, I hope you don’t get sick,” he murmurs against your head as he leans back, keeping his arms around you, pulling you with him.

You settle against his chest and sigh. You inhale and immediately your senses are filled with his smell. It’s a comforting, woodsy smell you know you have smelt hundreds of times, but there is something distinctly different about it when you are wrapped in his arms. You practically burrow into him, your eyes fluttering shut. You feel Chan’s hold on you relax, and he sighs contentedly.

“Hey,” Chan says, shaking you gently. At some point you had fallen asleep on the short ride to your apartment. “We’re at your place.”

“Oh,” you startle awake, pulling away from his embrace and scrambling for the door. “Thanks for the ride Chan,” you stumble out, climbing out of the car a little embarrassed that you fell asleep in Chan’s arms.

As quickly as you are scrambling out of the car, Chan is hot on your trail, following you into your building.

“Y/n, wait!” He manages as you step into the elevator, eager to separate your racing heart from Bang Chan. You will not get involved. You promised yourself.

Just as the door goes to slide shut, his large hand stops the door and he steps in, the door quickly shutting behind him. You’re alone with him in the small space.

“I just…” he breathes, his hands coming to rest on your face. “Can I?” He starts to ask you a question, but his breath seems to be caught in his throat. He is staring into your eyes, his tongue darting out to lick his lips as his brown eyes flicker down to your lips. That seems to help him finish his sentence. “Kiss you?” He finishes.

Without your brain giving it permission, you nod your head in approval and Chan’s lips are on yours. Warm, plush, and inviting. He presses himself against you as his strong hands hold your head in place, his nose bumping against yours as your lips move in sync. The door dings and you both pull away, a little lost for words to see someone standing there waiting for the elevator.

Chan grabs your hand and pulls you off the elevator, mumbling a quick apology to the person waiting.

You can’t help but giggle as Chan wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you into him.

“Which one is you?” He asks, looking down the hall.

“1003,” you say, willing your legs to move down the hall, your brain still not processing what is going on. You reach your door quickly stopping to wrestle your key out of your wet jean pocket.

“Can we talk?” Chan asks beside you as you open the door. “I’d uh,” he fumbles over his words as you push open the door. “I’d kind of like to take you on a date,” he says, his words tumbling out of his mouth almost faster than he can say them.

It’s your turn to grab his hand and pull him into your apartment, closing the door behind you.

“How about a dinner and a movie date right here,” you suggest, gesturing around your apartment. You aren’t sure what you’re doing, but you’re going for it, whatever it is.

He chuckles.

“Yeah, okay. I like that idea,” he agrees, kicking off his shoes. “Let me just let the guys know I’m gonna be out for a while,” he adds, pulling his phone from his pocket.

“I’m gonna go change. Make yourself comfortable,” you say, pointing to the couch as you turn to pad down the hall.

Chan’s hand reaches out for your wrist, barely catching it before you are too far away. He pulls you back into him, his lips finding yours once more and you melt into him and his comforting embrace.

It’s then you realize you’re going to break your last promise. You are absolutely getting involved with Christopher Bang.

Who knew that broken promises could feel this good?

[coichii]

mullet

something quick and cute (suggestive themes, fem reader, 344w)

“Christopher! You exclaim, running up to him after he returned back to the hotel after a concert. He was tired & sweaty, but he couldn’t help but smile at your warm welcome.

“Yes, baby?” He chuckles, studying the odd look in your eyes. Amazement, love, …lust? He can’t tell.

“Why didn’t you tell me you had a mullet!” You pout, pointing at little video of him dancing on your phone. You’re not pouting because you’re mad, but because he got a hairstyle so sexy and didn’t show it to you first!

“Oh, do you like it?” He blushes, running his pretty fingers through his hair.

“What do you mean do I like it? You look so sexy are you kidding me?” You respond, pushing him in his chest as he lets out a huge laugh.

“You seem very passionate about it, baby.” He smiles, pinching your cheeks and causing the pout on your lips to form even tighter.

“I am, you look so fine and stay got to see it before me!” You sigh, and he just chuckles again. He can’t explain how cute he finds you.

“They may have seen it before you did, but you’re the only one who gets to touch it.” He whispers, taking his hand from his side and grabbing yours, bringing to his hair and rubbing it.

“I g-guess you’re right.” You stutter, flustered. He picks up on this, smiling ear to ear.

“You know..” he says, bringing his lips down to your ear. “You’re also the only one who gets to do this.”

He locks his lips with yours at that moment, bringing his arms around to your side and enveloping you in his arms.

It’s the kind of kiss that takes your breath away, the kind that lingers in your mind for hours on end. The kind that screams “I love you.”

“Satisfied now, baby?” He says, looking at the mischievous glint forming in your eyes.

“No..” you say, pulling his head back down so that his lips ghost over yours.

“But I can be after this.”

[httpdwaekki]

miss u | b.c.

summary: channie misses you.

ss: 2

a/n: did i make these at 5am when i woke up for work and saw chan’s bubble messages? yes, yes i did. THE PARASITES (bang chan himself) MADE ME DO IT!!! SUE ME!! anyway lol, i hope you all enjoy, remember to eat, drink water and take your meds, ily <3.

my library | fundraiser

(photos are not mine! credit to owners!)

[facioleeknow]

Midnight dip•Bang Chan

Tw: suggestive, nudity

The cold water lapped at her skin as she made her way into the small pool. Small chills traveled down her spine, light shivers shook her naked body while the water rose more and more until she was almost completely under.

The water stayed still behind her, the only ripples were caused by her own movements.

“You know, to take a midnight dip in the pool, you actually have to get in the pool.”

Silence followed her statement. She knew what he was thinking.

“Oh c’mon Christopher, if you don’t overwork yourself to death for one night nothing tragic is gonna happen,” she quipped with still her back to him.

“Alright, I’m coming,” he sighed, he wanted to sound annoyed but he was indeed thrilled. I mean who wouldn’t be thrilled at the idea of swimming with their hot girlfriend, naked?

She smirked as she heard the snap of the elastic of his underwear and then the water sloshing behind her.

Warm hands fell delicately on her shoulders and she spun around effortlessly.

Their hands started to slowly and languidly explore each other’s bodies.

A small sound of pleasure escaped Chan’s mouth.

“I missed this,” he said as he lowered her head to gently bite her neck, “ I missed you.”

She pushed him away slightly with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“Well now that you got me, what are you going to do about it, handsome?” 

She jokingly grabbed his ass and squeezed. Bang Chan picked her up and spun her around making the girl giggle. The laughs echoed around the garden but soon stopped and were replaced by a gasp as he started to grind onto her.

“You shouldn’t have asked that.”

[thenewblackcanvas]

I saw a video on twitter and now I can’t stop thinking about it with skz members:

Stroking his cock while you hold his head as he sucks your chest

Felix and Jisung would be the softest and most sensitive. You would run your fingers through his hair as you coo at him, the juxtaposition of your sweetness making him more sensitive to the feel of your hand on him. He would suck on your tits lost in the sensations and whine each time you teased his cock. He was a whimpering until he came while he grabbed your wrist tight to stop you from continuing. ‘Aww look at the mess my baby made’

Seungmin would love it but would be an asshole(affectionate) about it. He would love the comfort and the feeling but the minute he could get his bearings he would make it his mission to turn it around on you. He would suck harsh marks into your skin as he laughed and said lustful things to melt you but every now and then you would remind him who had control with a squeeze to his dick or speeding up to take his breath away. Right as he was about to cum you would pull your hand away and grab his wrists together so he couldn’t keep going. When his orgasm was gone he would look up at you with frustrated tears. ‘So cute, you thought you were in control, min.’

And of course Chan. I couldn’t leave out our leader. When he was stressed to his limit you would gesture for him to get comfortable with his head on your lap and let him clear his mind as you comforted him. You simply played with his hair or stroked his cheek until he started getting antsy. He probably didn’t even realize his arousal at first until you slid your hand into his pants. Gentle touches drove his brain further into retreat from all his stress. His whine at how hard he was made you fully grasp him. You stroked slowly at first building the euphoric feeling, leaning over to press kisses over his face. The more he moaned and whined you speed up, softly praising him in his ear. ‘You work so hard. You deserve to cum don’t you? Go ahead baby’

[zeroseuniverse]

Wishful Thinking

Word Count: 1K Summary:Because you wanted to see what a liar did when caught by someone worse. He told you stories—about the deserts he'd crossed, the cities he'd charmed, the monsters he’d slayed with nothing but a dagger and a prayer. You’d heard better. From men with less to prove. And yet…you didn’t stop him. Pairing: Aladdin inspired Chan X Fem Reader

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You knew he wasn’t real the moment he smiled.

Too polished, too precise. Like a blade carved for charm. The kind of smile that shouldn’t survive the palace’s iron walls and whispering halls, let alone find you at the center of them. Your life wasn’t built for visitors, not ones with warm hands and eyes that crinkled when they laughed.

But Chan didn’t come to be welcome. He came to win.

You were the heir, locked behind a curtain of silk and stories. “Cursed,” they said. “Poisoner of princes.” The kind of heir who didn’t cry at executions, who whispered to fire like it was an old friend. You wore your veil like armor. And when your father’s court paraded suitors in, you smiled softly and scared them away with nothing more than a quiet truth.

You didn’t need venom. Fear did the work for you.

Chan, however, didn’t flinch. He bowed like he belonged, spoke like the world owed him a throne, and laughed like he'd stolen the sky. You watched him from your throne—saw the slight delay in his answers, the way his gaze shifted just too quickly when your father spoke of wealth.

Con men knew to mimic nobility. But they couldn’t fake silence. Not like yours. Not like power earned from surviving.

You let him in anyway.

Because you wanted to see what a liar did when caught by someone worse.

He told you stories—about the deserts he'd crossed, the cities he'd charmed, the monsters he’d slayed with nothing but a dagger and a prayer. You’d heard better. From men with less to prove.

And yet…you didn’t stop him.

Not when he snuck into the archives to “accidentally” run into you.

Not when he whispered, “You don’t really believe the rumors about yourself, do you?” with that too-soft voice that almost made you believe he cared.

You saw the way he lingered. The way he looked at your veil like he wanted to see the eyes beneath it—not for power, not for fear, but because he was curious. Stupid, reckless curiosity.

You could’ve ended it. Ordered his arrest, dragged the truth from him. You’d done worse for less.

But for once, you wanted to know how the game played out.

The lamp was a myth. A beautiful one. Hidden beneath your family’s gardens, locked behind runes and riddles. Chan found it.

Of course he did.

You watched him reach for it—hands shaking, breath held like a man about to become more than himself. You knew what he didn’t.

It didn’t give. It took.

His first wish was small. Status. Influence. Something subtle, clever.

The next day, he charmed three advisors into naming him court consultant.

The day after that, he forgot the name of the woman who raised him.

You didn't speak of it, but you saw the edges unraveling. The way he smiled like it hurt. The way he touched objects like he wasn’t sure if they were real. The way he looked at you like he needed to memorize your shape.

He was losing himself. But you still weren’t sure what part of him was ever honest.

That was the problem with masks. You forget which face came first.

The kiss came during a storm.

Not the literal kind. Your father’s court was collapsing—corruption, betrayal, an uprising beginning to bloom like rot under gold. You knew Chan was tangled in it. Part of the plan. Maybe the plan.

You cornered him in the old banquet hall, doors sealed behind you. His hand was on your wrist before you could speak, his eyes wild with something that wasn't fear—but wasn’t far from it.

“You’re too close to this,” you said.

“I was never far,” he replied.

You stepped closer. “If you kiss me, I’ll know it’s fake.”

His jaw tightened. Rain hit the stained glass above like the world was breaking open.

“Then don’t let it be.”

You didn’t move. Not yet. But when his hand brushed your cheek, when his mouth hovered near yours like he was waiting for permission—that was real.

So you kissed him. Like a challenge. Like a truth. Like the only thing left in the world that couldn’t be stolen.

You didn’t know how many wishes he made after that. You only knew what it cost him.

He forgot things mid-sentence. Hallways. Names. Once, he looked at your face like he knew it meant something, but not what.

And yet, when he touched your hand, it was still gentle. When you spoke, he listened like it mattered more than anything else.

Maybe that’s what love was. Not the fireworks. Not the declarations.

Just staying. Even when it hurts.

You found him again in the gardens—where the lamp had once rested, now cracked open like a split bone. Magic bled from the cracks. So did he.

He was kneeling by the fountain, fingertips red, eyes distant.

“You used it again,” you said.

“I had to.”

“Why?”

His voice broke. “Because they were coming for you. Because I caused it. Because I had to fix it.”

You dropped your veil.

He flinched—not at your eyes, but at the gesture. The intimacy of it. The faith.

“You don’t flinch when people lie to you,” you said softly. “Why do you flinch when I tell the truth?”

He looked up, bleeding and trembling and so, so tired.

“Because the truth doesn’t leave room for escape.”

You knelt beside him. Touched his face. The garden smelled like memory—wet earth, broken things, old wishes.

“Then stop running.”

He kissed you like he was trying to remember.

The final wish wasn’t for power. It was to return everything.

Memories. Names. The lives his lies had ruined.

It took all of him. Left him empty.

You buried the lamp in the river.

When he woke, he was in your chambers. No guards. No titles. Just soft sheets and a life waiting to begin again.

He blinked slowly, staring at you like a dream.

“Do you know who I am?” you asked.

He smiled, weak and wondering.

“No. But you look like something I was afraid to want.”

You laughed. A real one. The kind that didn’t sound like poison.

“Then don’t be afraid this time.”

He took your hand. His touch was light. Real.

And maybe that was the truest magic of all.

[hyunsvngs]

been thinking of chan absolutely destroying your pussy whenever he gets angry. no breaks, overstimulation kink, biting (cause he freaky like that), and cum EVERYWHERE. I get the whole soft don thing with chan but sometimes I just want to be dominated and a cum filled, slutty mess all cause if his fat cock.

—cunty anon. cause I serve cunt all day every day 🫶🏾

BITCHHH I KNOWWWWW YOU SERVE CUNT AFTER THIS ASK!!!!

i completely WHOLEHEARTEDLY AGREE BTW. i love soft dom chan, but something about channie who uses you to destress. hnnfgg give me him

horse cock chan agenda too. it’s huge i fucking know it. he definitely would pull out, cum on you just to push back in and keep going… overstimulating himself AND you… and you’d just be moaning and whining, telling him it’s too much when he bites into your neck. he’d just smile at you, “too much? really?” and he’d go to pull out, then you’d be begging him to push back in. he’d fuck you DUMB DUMB i’m tellin u.

like seriously if ur not painted with cum by the end of it… get ready cos he’s going again. chan would have a BIGGGGG possessive streak in him especially when it comes to cumming all over you, marking you as his territory. maybe he’d even take some pics to keep on yet another lil harddrive <3

♡ juno