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luvdwkki · 4 months ago

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Anniversary

Chan x gn!reader

Word count: 1951

Summary: It is your fourth anniversary with Chris! Will he remember your special day or will you have to make do all alone?

Your eyes fluttered open as the shining rays of morning sun spilt through the curtains. You instinctively reached for your phone, squinting at the screen. 6:00 AM. You let out a sigh of relief, realising you still had an hour and a half till your alarm went off. You nestled back into the warmth of the blankets, feeling Chris’s familiar form beside you.

You watched him for a moment, still amazed at the peacefulness of his face when he slept. He always seemed so much lighter in the mornings, his usual tension nowhere to be found. You brushed a stray lock of hair from his forehead and snuggled against his shoulder, feeling his arm instantly wrap around your figure. You two hardly get mornings like this anymore. Everyday seemed to move around his demanding hours at the studio; your time together was more often than not reserved for late-night takeout or quick hellos and goodbyes.

You laid in a comfortable silence as he slowly drifted awake. You wondered if he’d remember the day. You had celebrated your first anniversary with a weekend getaway, then your second and third anniversaries with special dinners and thoughtful little gifts. But in the past year, his career had really taken off, and though you were thrilled for him, you had noticed the hours he spent at the studio growing longer, his mind wandering further from home.

“Morning already?” Chris mumbled, his voice thick with exhaustion.

“Not yet,” you whispered. “We still have some time.”

“Good,” he murmured, pulling you closer and nuzzling his face into the side of your neck. You both laid there, drifting in and out of sleep, comfortable in the familiar warmth of each other’s presence. It felt like a small luxury. A rare, unrushed morning just for the two of you.

Eventually, the vibrations of his phone rang throughout the room, the first reminder of his busy day ahead. A groan left his lips as he reached over to silence it.

“What's on your schedule today?” You asked, already sure of the answer.

“Studio, studio, and more studio.” He chuckled, stretching his arms. “We’re wrapping up a new album, so it’s all hands on deck.”

“Sounds intense,” you said softly, hiding your disappointment. “Guess I'll see you later tonight?”

“Yeah, I'll probably be back late.” He glanced over at you, a small crease forming between his eyebrows. “But hey, let’s do something soon… Maybe get out of the city? Just us.”

A smile tugged at your face, feeling just a flicker of hope. “I’d like that.”

With a final sigh, you both got out of bed. Chris threw on a pair of sweatpants along with a black hoodie, wandering into the kitchen as you headed towards the bathroom to wash up. By the time you joined him, he was already sitting at the counter, toast in one hand and his phone in the other, scrolling through the endless amount of emails.

You poured yourself a cup of tea, watching him from across the kitchen, wondering if he would say anything about your anniversary. You didn’t exactly want to bring it up; you wanted it to be something that he remembered on his own. As he ate the last bit of his toast, it was clear he was already mentally at the studio, immersed in the day ahead.

“Chris,” you said, arm reaching for the small box you had left on the counter. “Before you go...” you handed it to him, smiling as his eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“What’s this?” he asked, taking the box into his arms.

“Just something to get you through the day,” you explained. “Open it when you get to the studio, okay? And text me when you do!”

A grin spread across his face as his eyes stared deeply into yours. “You’re amazing, you know that?” He leaned in for a quick peck on your cheek, giving your hand a nice squeeze before he grabbed his bad. “See you tonight?”

You nodded with a small, heartfelt smile, giving him a small wave as he walked out the door, leaving you alone in the stillness of your apartment.

At the studio, Chris was finally able to sit down, remembering the box that was hidden inside his bag. He opened it with a slight smile, finding a stack of neatly tied envelopes inside. Each one was labelled with a number and time. Curiosity sparked, making him shoot you a quick text.

Chris: Hey, just opened the box. What’s all this?

You replied almost immediately.

Y/n: Open the first one now. Then, every hour, open the next. It’s just something to remind you of us. I love you.”

Intrigued, he opened the first letter.

Letter 1:

“Chris, remember the day we met? You walked into the coffee shop I worked at, juggling your phone, a bag, and what looked like half the contents of your car. You nearly tripped on the door frame, and I thought I should probably come over to help. Instead, you just laughed, looked right at me, and said, ‘I think the universe is trying to tell me I need a coffee!’ I felt the pink rush over my face as we made eye contact, and right then, I knew you were the kind of person who could turn anything around. You made me laugh before I even knew your name! I love that about you.”

Chris chuckled to himself, the blood rushing to his cheeks as he read the words slowly, savouring the memory. You had always remembered your first meeting in a way that made it seem like it was destiny. He found himself lingering over your words, feeling a sense of warmth that he hadn’t felt in a long time.

By 10:00 AM, he was already looking forward to the next letter. He opened it eagerly the second the clock struck.

Letter 2:

“Our first road trip! I was so anxious, afraid we’d gotten lost, but you just cranked up the music and said, ‘What’s life without a little adventure?’ We ended up dancing in the rain when we stopped for gas. I can still remember the blood rushing through my veins with the way your hands felt on my waist as you spun me around hehe. You remember, right? I felt like I could be myself with you. You have always made me feel like I could be myself with you. You have always made me feel like the world was full of possibilities.”

He smiled, remembering the wild freedom of that trip and how you both had gotten drenched but didn't care. You had always been the one to bring out his playful side, grounding him in those little moments that felt like they’d last forever.

Every hour, your letters transported him back to another piece of your shared history, each one crafted with love and a thoughtfulness that struck his heart deeply. 11:00 AM reminded him of the night you said you loved him for the first time; you then stayed up talking till the sun was directly above you. 12:00 PM was about your first anniversary and how he had whisked you away on a surprise weekend trip just to see you smile.

With each letter, your memories brought him closer to the man he’d been when you two first fell in love. The day slipped away as he moved from one letter to the next, each memory digging up a part of himself he’d left behind in the rush of his career. He had realised how much you had been there for him, every step of the way, always supportive, always patient.

By the time 9:00 PM rolled around, Chris was lost in thoughts of you. His heart ached with a newfound appreciation as he reached for the final letter, opening it with a big smile, expecting one last beautiful memory.

Letter 12:

“Chris, I can’t believe it’s already been four years. Time has flown by, and yet, I feel like I've known you my whole life. You’ve been my rock, my best friend, and my greatest love. From our first coffee shop meeting to our midnight dance parties in the kitchen, I have truly loved every single moment. You’ve made me feel so seen, so loved, and so endlessly grateful for us.

I know sometimes life pulls us in a million directions, but what matters most is that we have each other through everything. Thank you for loving me, for always protecting me, for always making me smile, and for being you. I love you. Happy Anniversary, Chris”

He froze as he read the last sentence, your worlds settling over him like a bittersweet warmth. Your anniversary. He had completely forgotten.

How could I have forgotten? He thought. His heart sank with a pang of guilt and longing. He grabbed his things and quickly left the studio, stopping by the convenience store to get a bouquet. He hurried home, a proud smile on his lips and a chest tight with anticipation. He was ready to tell you just how much you meant to him, to celebrate your love and make up for lost time.

His hand twitched with excitement as he put the key through the hole. The darkness of your apartment was the first thing that welcomed him home, but the sight was not unusual as he had grown accustomed to being met with silence due to his work hours. He flicked on the light before noticing a single envelope that laid on the kitchen counter. His heart raced with this new level of fondness as he picked up the very last letter. His eyes quickly scan your handwriting.

“Chris, you’ve been the music of my life, filling the quiet spaces with laughter and dreams. I cannot find the words to express just how deep my love runs for you...”

His smile was now bigger than ever, the pink blush creeping up on his face once again before he read the next line.

“But somewhere along the way, I lost parts of myself. I've waited and hoped and begged, but I've realised that I have to find my own rhythm now. Chris, I'll always love you, but it’s time I found out who I am without you. So I'm letting you go. This is goodbye, Chris. I hope someday you'll understand.”

He felt the words cut through him like a blade. His pulse pounded in his ears as he re-read your words over and over again, desperately looking for any sign that it was some sick joke. He looked up towards your bedroom, the paper trembling in his hands, disbelief washing over him. The flowers fell to the floor as he rushed to your bedroom, his stumbling feet betraying his true wish. His hands quivered as he reached to turn the knob.

Inside, he found a room that had been stripped bare of your things. Everything of yours that had once rested in there so comfortably, so pleasantly, so rightfully, was now missing. All that remained was a single teddy bear, the one he had given you on your second date, sitting alone in the middle of the bed.

Chris sank down, gripping the bear tightly against his chest, the tears trickling from his eyes and his heart heavy with a crushing emptiness. All those letters you had written for him, all the love you had poured into your words, they had been your way of saying goodbye. A final gift from the person who had once filled his life with light, and now, in the silence, he finally realised what he had lost, although all too late.

Hey guys! This is my first ever fic and im lowkey scared to post it but whatevs. Not sure how to feel about it tbh so pls dont be shy to lmk how you found it 😭 Oh and please do tell me if you find a mistake somewhere!

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strayingawayy · 2 months ago

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flu blues...

...the one where chan gets sick and feels guilty about not being able to attend fan call events so you take it upon yourself to make him feel better <3 (warnings: soup and being sick)

the moment chan cracked open the door, his glassy eyes peeked out, paired with a sheepish sniffle. his voice was a hoarse whisper.

“hey…”

you stepped inside, arms full of essentials: soup, medicine, and the fluffiest blanket you could find. “hey? that's all i get? you’re sick, not on a secret mission.”

chan attempted a chuckle but dissolved into a coughing fit. you guided him back to the couch where he’d apparently been living. strewn tissues, half-empty mugs of tea, and a laptop with an endless chain of apology drafts to STAYs littered the coffee table.

“before you start. yes, i postponed the fan calls,” he said, groaning as he sank into the cushions. “and yes, i feel awful about it. worse than this flu, probably.”

you gave him a pointed look, placing a hand on his forehead. “chan, your temperature is higher than what jeongin told me when he called me to come over. the fans will live. you, however, need soup.”

he pouted, rubbing his nose with a tissue. “but-”

“no buts,” you interrupted, already ladling soup into a bowl. “you’re not running the world today. you’re barely running your sinuses.”

“wow, poetic.” he sniffled, pulling the blanket around himself. “but i can’t just sit and-”

“chan,” you said, holding up a spoonful of soup. “open up or i’m force-feeding you like a toddler.”

he blinked at you, bewildered, before reluctantly opening his mouth. “this feels degrading.”

“you’re lucky i don’t have one of those airplane spoons,” you quipped, and he snorted mid-swallow.

the day went on like that: you making him rest while he grumbled about the pile of work awaiting him. at one point, he tried sneaking his laptop back onto his lap, only for you to confiscate it.

“let me remind you of something,” you said, holding the laptop hostage. “resting isn’t slacking off. it’s so you can be 100% when you do work. your body’s not a machine.”

chan groaned, flopping back into the couch. “i hate it when you’re right.”

“get used to it,” you replied smugly.

despite his guilt, chan’s mood brightened as the evening wore on. you caught him smiling as you made exaggerated commentary during a rerun of a cheesy action movie. his hoarse laugh filled the room when you made fun of the villain's over-the-top monologues.

by bedtime, his eyes were drooping, exhaustion finally winning. you tucked the blanket around him one last time.

“you’re amazing, you know that?” he mumbled sleepily, his voice softer now.

“yeah, i know,” you teased, ruffling his hair. “now sleep, my star.”

as you turned to leave, his hand reached out weakly, catching yours. his fingers were warm against yours, soft despite the roughness of his usual work.

“stay?” he murmured, eyes half-lidded and a little dazed. “just… for a bit?”

your heart softened immediately. you climbed onto the couch beside him, letting him curl into your side like a sleepy cat. his head found its place on your shoulder, and you pulled the blanket over both of you.

“wait actually you shouldn't. what if you fall sick too-” he mumbled again, his words slurring as he drifted further into sleep.

“and then i'll let you take care of me,” you whispered, smiling as you pressed a kiss to his temple. “now hush, or i’ll start charging for my services.”

chan let out a contented sigh, his breaths evening out as he fell completely asleep. the domestic stillness of the room wrapped around you like a second blanket, and you couldn’t help but feel at peace.

taking care of him like this felt as natural as breathing, as natural as being home.

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succubus-hansol · 9 months ago

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.₊•✧˚┊Cuddles with Chris┊˚✧•₊.

Straddling Chris in bed with his face squished in between your hands as you giggle down at him. He has the biggest goofy smile and prettiest rosey blush painted across his face as you peck his nose and tell him how beautiful, how amazing he truly is. Gently cupping his face as your thumbs caress the apple of his cheeks. Just staring at his face, into his eyes with a distant, content smile. His hands would reach up and be placed over yours and nuzzle closer into your warm palms.

Rolling off his lap to lay next to him, pulling him tightly into your chest and planting a lingering kiss to the crown of his head that's nestled under your chin. Chan would be a blushing mess, hiding his beet-red face in the fabric of your hoodie (really his hoodie). His arms are tightly wrapped around your waist while yours are encompassing his shoulders. Holding each other close like either of you could disappear in an instant.

As you softly hum to the song playing in the background, Chris feels the vibrations through your chest, adding to the content warmth of the embrace shared between you both. He pulls his head away and looks up at you with a twinkle in his eye. Staring back at him in confusion and amusement you ask what's wrong, that's when a gentle smile takes over his face and he mumbles out a loving ‘I love you’ and gently places a prolonged kiss to your lips. His head then returned to snuggling under your chin, squeezing your waist and trying to pull you further into him. Tightening your grip around his shoulders you mumble a simple ‘Love you more’ into his hair as your lips press firmly into the soft mess.

As the soft melodies drift out of the long-forgotten phone on the nightstand, you and Chan fall into a tranquil sleep. Free from the burdens and stress of work, the anxiety of what will happen tomorrow, and the fear of success. Nothing matters as long as you both are with each other.

Yes this is based on the video he sent on bubble leave me alone

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victorbutnotreally · 3 months ago

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BEHIND THE SCENES

warnings: smut, recording

AN: for my lovely moots @hw4-l1z and @oimitocat.

Pretty moans echoed off the studio walls as he rode you, arms wrapped around your neck and hips rolling in the most pleasurable way. The recording device was on, capturing every sound that slipped past his lips—every moan, every whimper, every sharp breath.

"I just…I don't want it to sound unnatural," he said, scratching the back of his neck. He needed moans for his song, and it was you who he came to for help. And who were you to refuse your dear leader?

Your lips latched onto his pecs, tongue gliding over the underside and sucking on his soft skin. "F-Fuck…a-ah!" A high-pitched moan escaped his throat as you thrust your hips upward. You pulled him in by the back of his neck, lips melting into a soft, sensual kiss. His moans got whinier, more desperate as he neared his release, eyes rolling back and his pretty lips quivering. You licked up his neck, sucking below his ear. You knew all his spots. He clenched around you, lips parting with a moan into the kiss. You pulled back so the mic could capture the sound. You were kissing and marking up his collarbones as he came undone, spilling over his and your stomach. His moans turned into soft, shaky breaths as he buried his face into your neck, breathing in your scent.

"Maybe I should make more songs like this," he laughed breathlessly into your skin.

"Oh, for sure."

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flowerbunnyboo · 4 months ago

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YOU'RE MINE | back

starring: chan x male reader

summary: chan has always been love with his new assistant since day one but an incident triggers him to show his love for his assistant via his cock

nsfw

a/n: did i cum to this? yes

Chan's piercing gaze locked onto Mn as soon as he stepped into the opulent office, the newly hired personal assistant exuding an aura of quiet confidence that immediately captivated the CEO. With chiseled features and a lean, athletic build, Mn seemed handcrafted to stir primal desires, and Chan found himself inexplicably drawn to this enigmatic stranger.

As the days passed, Chan's fascination only deepened. He marveled at Mn's efficiency, his keen intellect, and the way he moved with a fluid grace that belied his sharp focus. But more than professional admiration, a different kind of longing began to simmer within Chan – a yearning that had nothing to do with business acumen or organizational skills.

It wasn't until the incident with the lecherous employee that Chan's emotions boiled over.

Chan's fingers trailed lower, dancing along the edge of Mn's jawline before cupping his face. He tilted Mn's head back, forcing their gazes to meet, and leaned in close. Their lips hovered mere inches apart, the air thick with unspoken desire.

Chan's other hand slid around to grasp Mn's hip, pulling him flush against the hard planes of his chest. The heat of their bodies mingled as Chan pressed forward, claiming Mn's mouth in a searing kiss.

Mn melted into the embrace, his arms winding around Chan's neck as he returned the passionate onslaught. Their tongues danced and twined, a sensual tango that left them both breathless.

Mn had no idea how he had ended up like this with Chan but he was loving every second of it.

Breaking the kiss, Chan nuzzled his nose against Mn's, inhaling the sweet scent of his skin. "I've wanted you since the moment I laid eyes on you", he murmured, his words dripping with sincerity. "I couldn't resist anymore when I saw how that fool dared to look at you. You're so much more than just a pretty face, Mn. You're brilliant, talented, and sexy as hell", he said making Mn let out a small chuckle. "Why, thank you".

Chan's hands roamed over Mn's body, mapping every curve and contour with reverent touches. He palmed the firm globes of Mn's ass, squeezing gently before sliding down to grasp the hem of his pants.

With deft fingers, Chan unbuckled Mn's belt and lowered the zipper, revealing the tantalizing bulge beneath. He groaned softly, his own arousal straining against the confines of his tailored slacks.

"Mn, I need you", Chan panted, his eyes dark with lust. "Right here, right now"

Mn nodded eagerly, his heart pounding in his chest. He'd been harboring secret desires for his enigmatic boss, and now that the dam had broken, there was no turning back.

With a swift tug, Chan yanked Mn's pants and underwear down, exposing his beautifully formed cock to the cool air of the cabin. Mn gasped as Chan's warm hand wrapped around his shaft, giving it a slow, teasing stroke.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous", Chan praised, his thumb rubbing over the sensitive head. "I'm going to worship this dick all night long".

Without further hesitation, Chan sank to his knees, positioning himself between Mn's spread legs. He looked up at Mn with smoldering eyes, his own erection throbbing impatiently against his stomach.

Then, with a hunger that bordered on feral, Chan engulfed Mn's length in his mouth, taking him deep. Mn cried out, his fingers tangling in Chan's hair as he fought to maintain balance against the overwhelming pleasure. "Fuck!"

Chan set a relentless pace, his tongue swirling and laving every inch of Mn's cock as he sucked him off with wild abandon. The musky taste of his lover's arousal filled his senses, spurring him on.

Mn's hips bucked erratically, his grip on Chan's hair tightening as he neared the brink. "Oh god, Chan, I'm... I'm gonna—"

But Chan wouldn't let him finish, instead doubling his efforts and swallowing around Mn's pulsing member as he came undone. Hot spurts of cum flooded Chan's throat, and he drank it all down, savoring every drop.

Mn felt his body go hot as saw down at the sight of his boss licking his cock.

Chan struggled to catch his breath after the intense orgasm, his own erection still painfully hard against his abdomen. As he released Mn's spent cock from his mouth, he gazed up at him with a triumphant grin.

"That was incredible", Chan purred, his voice husky with satisfaction. "But we're far from done, sweetheart"

With a fluid motion, he rose to his feet and shed his suit jacket, tossing it carelessly aside. Next went his tie, followed by the buttons of his dress shirt, which he peeled open to reveal a chiseled torso adorned with a big tattoo.

Mn watched, transfixed, as Chan revealed more of his toned physique. The CEO's piercing eyes never left Mn's as he undid his belt and slipped free of his slacks, letting them pool at his feet.

Now fully nude, Chan stepped closer, his impressive erection jutting proudly from a nest of curly blond hair. He reached out to trail a finger down Mn's chest, following the path of a thin scar that bisected one pec.

"Tell me about this", Chan commanded, his tone soft but insistent. "How did you get it?"

Mn's cheeks flushed, a mix of embarrassment and vulnerability washing over him. "It's from a knife fight, back in my rougher days", he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I was young, stupid, and trying to prove myself. It nearly cost me everything"

Chan's expression turned stern, his jaw clenched in anger on behalf of Mn. "And yet, here you are, stronger and wiser because of it. I'm proud of you, Mn"

With a gentle touch, Chan caressed the scar once more before leaning in to press a tender kiss to the same spot. "Let me show you just how much I admire your resilience and strength", he whispered against Mn's skin.

Emboldened by the tender gesture, Mn captured Chan's lips in a heated kiss, pouring all his pent-up passion and gratitude into the embrace. They devoured each other, their mouths moving in perfect sync as if they'd been made for this very dance.

Breaking away for a moment, Chan guided Mn toward the plush bed hidden in the back of the cabin. "Come, love", he coaxed, his hands roaming possessively over Mn's backside. "Let me take care of you properly."

As they tumbled onto the mattress, Chan's weight pinned Mn beneath him, their naked bodies entwining like living vines.

Chan claimed Mn's mouth again, kissing him deeply as his hands explored every inch of his lover's body. He traced the contours of Mn's shoulders, relishing the feel of lean muscle beneath smooth skin. His thumbs brushed over Mn's nipples, coaxing them to peak as he lavished attention on the sensitive buds.

Mn arched into the touch, a low moan escaping him as pleasure coursed through his veins. His own hands roamed Chan's back, feeling the play of muscles beneath the CEO's golden skin. He marveled at the contrast between Chan's powerful build and his own frame.

Breaking the kiss, Chan gazed down at Mn with an intensity that stole his breath. "You're exquisite", he breathed, his voice heavy with desire. "Every part of you is made for me."

Chan's words sent a shiver down Mn's spine, his heart racing at the raw emotion behind them. He felt cherished, wanted, and utterly possessed by the man above him. "Let me treat you", Mn said.

Emboldened by the sensation, Mn reached down to wrap his fingers around Chan's thick erection, stroking it slowly from base to tip. Chan's eyes fluttered shut, his head tilting back in bliss as Mn's touch ignited a fire within him.

"You feel amazing", Mn murmured, his thumb circling the swollen head of Chan's cock. "So hard and hot... I can't wait to have you inside me"

Chan's lids snapped open, his gaze locking with Mn's as a fierce hunger took hold. "Then take it", he growled, his hips surging forward to impale Mn on his rigid length. "Take every inch of me, baby"

A sharp cry tore from Mn's throat as Chan pushed himself inside, stretching and filling him completely. The sensation was overwhelming, bordering on pain as his body adjusted to the intrusion.

But as Chan began to move, withdrawing until only the tip remained inside before plunging back in, the discomfort melted away, replaced by an intoxicating blend of pleasure and pressure. Each thrust rocked Mn's entire being, sending sparks of ecstasy dancing along his nerve endings.

"Mmm, yes", Mn panted, his nails digging into Chan's back as he met each drive with his own desperate upward roll of his hips. "Harder, Chan... fuck me harder!"

Chan obliged, his pace growing more erratic as he chased his release. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, punctuated by their ragged breathing and muffled grunts of pleasure.

Chan's thrusts became brutal, almost punishing in their intensity as he pounded into Mn with reckless abandon. The headboard slammed against the wall with each forceful entry, the rhythmic thuds echoing through the cabin.

Mn's world narrowed to the searing heat of Chan's cock and the relentless friction it created within him. His prostate was a live wire, sparking pleasure with every plunge, and he could feel his own climax building, coiling tighter and tighter in his core.

"Close... I'm so close!", Mn gasped, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "Don't stop, please don't stop!"

Chan's response was a guttural groan, his hips snapping forward with renewed vigor as he chased his own impending orgasm. "Not gonna... gonna fill you up... make you mine..."

With a final thrust, Chan buried himself to the root inside Mn, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he unleashed a torrent of hot semen deep within his lover's clenching passage.

Mn cried out, his own orgasm crashing over him like a tidal wave. His hole rippled around Chan's spurting length, milking him for every drop as waves of ecstasy washed through him.

They collapsed together, Chan's weight pressing Mn into the mattress as they both struggled to catch their breath. Chan's face was buried in the crook of Mn's neck, his hot breath fanning over the sweat-slicked skin as he nuzzled and kissed his way up to claim Mn's lips in a slow, sated kiss.

After a long moment, Chan lifted his head, his eyes shining with adoration as he gazed down at Mn. "Mine", he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "You're truly mine now, in every way that matters"

Mn smiled up at him, his heart full to bursting with love and contentment. "Always have been", he replied softly, his fingers threading through Chan's hair. Just took you a little longer to realize it.

Chan chuckled, the sound warm and rich, and leaned in to capture Mn's lips once more. As they kissed, the afterglow of their intense lovemaking settled over them like a cozy blanket, wrapping them in a sense of peace and belonging.

In this moment, nothing else existed beyond the two of them, lost in the comfort of each other's arms. The outside world faded away, leaving only the steady thrum of their hearts beating as one.

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hynzsn · 8 months ago

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Just male reader wants to ride bang chan after chan being stressed from work.

★ STRESS RELIEF ★

☆ bangchan x male reader

-> idol!chan x non-idol!reader

꩜ .ᐟ smut

contents: top!bangchan x bottom!reader, m/m, anal sex, cock riding, anal fingering, studio setting, chan being stressed from work, established relationship, porn without plot/what plot?, explicit language, neck kisses, tongue kissing, straddling, neck nuzzling, praise, aftercare, chan calls reader “babe.”

wc: 1.2k (i think)

a/n: i feel like this is so rushed 😭 forgive mee >.< i didn’t realize until after i read through it how rushed it actually was. like i probably missed out a few things but oh well. i hope the person who requested this likes it.

♡︎♡︎♡︎ likes, comments and reblogs are highly appreciated ♡︎♡︎♡︎

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you find bangchan hunched over his desk in the dimly lit studio, headphones on, fingers flying over his keyboard. the room is filled with the soft glow of computer screens and the faint hum of unfinished tracks. you watch him for a moment, heart aching at the sight of his tense shoulders and exhausted expression. you know he's been working non-stop, barely taking a break, and it's starting to take a toll on him.

"chan," you call softly, stepping into the room.

he doesn't hear you at first, so you move closer, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. he jumps slightly, pulling off his headphones and turning to face you. his eyes soften when he sees you, but there's still a hint of stress lingering in them.

"hey, babe," he says, voice tired but affectionate. "what are you doing here?"

"i came to check on you," you reply, leaning in to press a kiss to his forehead. "you’ve been working too hard."

he sighs, running a hand through his hair. "i know, but there's so much to do. i can't afford to take a break right now."

you shake your head, cupping his face in your hands. "you need to relax, chan. come on, let's take a break. just for a little while."

he hesitates, but the pleading look in your eyes convinces him. he nods, letting you pull him up from his chair. you lead him over to the couch in the corner of the studio, pushing him down gently. he looks up at you, curiosity and a hint of arousal in his eyes as you straddle his lap.

“babe, what are you doing?" he asks, though there's no real protest in his voice.

you smirk, leaning in to kiss him deeply. "just let me take care of you, okay? you need to relax, and i know exactly how to help."

he groans as you grind down against him, already starting to get hard under you. you kiss him again, more urgently this time, your hands moving to unbutton his shirt. he shivers as your fingers brush against his skin, his hands coming up to grip your hips.

"fuck, babe," he mutters against your lips. "you’re gonna drive me crazy."

"that’s the plan," you reply with a grin, trailing kisses down his neck.

you can feel his cock straining against his pants, and you waste no time in unbuttoning them, pulling them down just enough to free him. your breath catches as you take in the sight of his impressive length—thick and veined, his cock stands proud and flushed a deep, enticing shade of red. it curves slightly upwards, the tip already glistening with pre-cum.

the sight alone is enough to make your mouth water, and you can't help but let out a soft moan of appreciation. he hisses as the cool air hits his heated skin, his hands tightening on your hips as he watches your reaction with dark, hooded eyes.

"lift your hips a little," you instruct, reaching for the small bottle of lube that chan, the little minx, had stashed on the side table behind a stack of notebooks.

he obeys, and you take a moment to strip off your own clothes, tossing them aside carelessly. as you stand there, fully exposed, you catch chan’s heated gaze raking over your body, his eyes darkening with lust.

you smirk, enjoying the way his breath hitches when you slick your fingers up with lube. locking eyes with him, you reach behind yourself, circling your anus with one finger before slowly pushing in. chan couldn’t help but groan at the sight, his grip on your hips almost becoming painful as you drive him wild.

"fuck, y/n," he mutters. "you’re so hot."

you added a second finger, scissoring them inside you. the stretch burns slightly, but it's a familiar and welcome sensation. you take your time, wanting to make sure you're fully prepared for him. chan’s eyes are glued to your movements, his breathing growing heavier with each passing second.

"fuck, i need you," he breathes, his voice strained.

"almost there," you assure him, adding a third finger and thrusting them in and out a few times before pulling them out completely.

you pour some more lube into your hand, slicking up his cock and giving it a few strokes. he groans loudly, his head falling back against the couch as he bucks up into your hand.

"y/n," he whines slightly. "i need to be inside you."

you position yourself above him, lining him up with your asshole. you sink down slowly, taking him inch by inch, the stretch almost too much but exactly what you need. he grips your hips tightly, his eyes locked on where you’re connected.

"fuck, you feel so good," he groans, his voice thick with arousal.

you start to move, riding him slowly at first to let both of you adjust. the feeling of him filling you completely is intoxicating, and you can't help the moan that escapes your lips. his hands guide you, urging you to move faster, and you comply, picking up the pace.

the room is filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, your moans and his groans blending together in a symphony of pleasure. you can feel the tension in his body slowly starting to melt away, replaced by pure, unadulterated need.

"chan, you feel so good," you moan, your hands gripping his shoulders for support as you ride him harder.

he thrusts up to meet your movements, “yeah? fuck, you're amazing."

you lean down to kiss him, your tongues tangling as you continue to move together. the angle shifts slightly, and you gasp as he hits that perfect spot inside you. he smirks against your lips, clearly pleased with your reaction.

"right there?" he asks, his voice breathless.

"yes, fuck, right there," you reply, your nails digging into his shoulders.

he thrusts up harder, hitting that spot over and over until you're seeing stars. the pleasure is overwhelming, and you can feel your orgasm building rapidly.

"chan, i’m close," you warn, your voice barely more than a whimper.

"me too, babe," he responds, his thrusts becoming more erratic.

you ride him harder, chasing your release, and with one final thrust, you come undone. your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, and you cry out his name, your entire body trembling with pleasure. he follows right behind you, his grip on your hips almost bruising as he comes deep inside you.

you collapse against his chest, both of you panting and sweaty but thoroughly satisfied. he wraps his arms around you, holding you close as you both come down from your high.

"you’re perfect," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple. "i really needed that."

you smile, nuzzling into his neck. "anytime, chan. i’m always here for you."

he chuckles, tightening his hold on you. "i know. and i love you for it."

"i love you too," you reply, your heart swelling with affection.

you stay like that for a while, just holding each other and basking in the afterglow. eventually, you both reluctantly get up, knowing that the work still needs to be done. but now, with the stress melted away and the bond between you even stronger, it doesn't seem quite so daunting.

as you help him tidy up the studio, he looks at you with a grateful smile. "i don't know what I'd do without you, babe."

you grin, leaning in to kiss him one last time. "luckily, you'll never have to find out."

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star-suh · 5 months ago

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Sea of Thieves

Bang Chan x Male Reader

cw: pirate au, top chan, bareback, rough sex, dacryphilia, non-con/dubcon, musk kink, restraints/use of shibari (kinda), degradation, spit, cumming hands free, fingering, blowjob, rimjob, a belly bulge mention.

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yn was escaping from the law, he had just become the most wanted after stealing the black pearl from the royal family. with no other way out, he boarded a ship as a stowaway, hoping that it would take him to a place far away from there, but unbeknownst to him, he had made a serious mistake. he didn't know it, but he had boarded the ship of the pirate christopher chan.

chris was known for getting what he wanted, he doesn't care if he has to kill for it, he'll do it, a player who slept with the daughters of the kings of the areas he visited and then stole their precious jewelry and had loot in gold coins. truly a motherfucker.

chris was going downstairs to secure his treasures, then, he heard a sound, he dismissed it at first thinking it was just a rat. “fucking plague” he snarls, while moving one of the big chests a tiny vase fell from the top of one and fell right over yn’s head making him emit a whimper. chris turns his head quickly to the sound “that’s not a fucking rat” he furiously stomps to where he heard the sound. pushing chests and nests aside he found a man covering his mouth, fear plastered on his face.

“the fuck you’re doing here…” he asks. yn shakes in fear, his first reflex was to throw something at the pirate and run. he climbs the stairs and when to the top of the ship just to find out it already sailed, he was now in the middle of the ocean with nowhere to escape, seeing no other way he was already to jump when something hit his head. the world around him became blurry while he fell to the wooden floor. then suddenly everything turns to black.

in a dark room with only the dim light of a candle. the sound of a slap echoed on the room accompanied with a “wake up bitch”. yn opened his eyes, confused, “where am i?”

“in my boat” someone responded. yn tried to follow the voice then his eyes met with a face, a handsome one, but he was angry. “are you one of those spies that fuckers send to steal my treasures?” he stands up, walking towards yn, each step echoed in the room as if a giant was coming near the prisoner. chris tugged on the rope that was preventing yn to move. he was suspended on the roof in a rather uncomfortable position. the rope went all the way to his neck, circling it, then going down his body with lots of knots here and there, on his wrists, torso and feet. unbeknownst to him, the pirate chris, tied him as if he was going to practice shibari.

the ropes on his ass were uncomfortable, they were positioned as if he was wearing a jockstrap, the ropes highlighting his clothed ass.

the interrogation went for almost like an hour, yn’s pleas annoyed chris but his tears were causing something to him, something hardening in his pants. at first chris ignores it thinking it was because he hasn’t slept with someone these past couple of days, maybe it was because he was alone on the ship now, right?.

the pirate tried so hard to avoid that growing burning sensation on his crotch but failed. something about yn’s flushed and helpless face, the tears sparkling due to the dim candle’s light.

“please i just want to get away from these lands” he said, “if- if you help me i can give you something in return”. the last part catching chris’ attention, “what?”. “i have something that if you help me to sell it you can buy a new ship with it.. hell even 10 ships if you want” yn quickly offers “let’s split my treasure in half, just.. just take me away from here”.

chris was dumbfounded, what was that thing that he had that would cost so much but his dick was still aching, it was begging to be freed so he added something more to the proposal, “we have a deal but.. i want something more” he moves around yn then positioning himself behind the prisoner. his fingers doing circling motions on the other’s clothed ass and then grabbing it full with his hand “let me take care of this” as he said that he rips yn’s pants, exposing his back entrance. “what the fuck” yn yells but his protests are quickly muffled by chris’ fat manly dick swinging in front of his face. the pirate undoes a knot so yn’s head hangs lower and he can take all of his dick on his mouth “put that mouth to better use. whore” chris put all his shaft inside it at once, making yn gag. he starts slowly then increased the speed. everytime he pulls down to go back and slam his junk on that wet cavity lots of saliva dripped to the floor and yn’s face. “watching you cry made something to me, so you should take full responsibility for it. be a good manwhore and swallow it all”.

“open wide” he keeps demanding, his balls slapping against yn’s face. yn obeyed and chris forced him to deepthroat him.”you’re skilled at this huh?. it makes me wonder how many dicks have you sucked before”. the pirate keeps slamming himself against the restrained man as if he was some kind of toy made just for his pleasures.

while he waits to cum on yn’s mouth he starts to spit and finger his exposed hole. his trust were sloppy now, signaling he was about to cum, in one of the his cock slipped out of yn’s mouth. the stowaway asks “what are you doing to my ass?” he was about to keep protesting but chris’ cock enters again on his mouth, he shushed him, “keep on sucking me bitch boy. i’m just preparing you for later”.

chris spat, fingered, slapped and kiss the other’s ass, it looks as if he was making out with his already puckered hole, “look how he’s winking at me. he wants me so bad” chris joked about yn clenching onto nothing but soon he would have the other’s tongue inside to clench on it.

yn wet gagging sounds filled the room, he was trying to swallow all the sperm the pirate shot inside his throat, it was a lot that he choked on it, coughing out some of the liquid. “i almost die, you bastard” once again yn’s complaints were ignored because chris was only focused on sucking his hole ‘this motherfucker is so good with his tongue’ yn thought, the anger on his face being just a facade to hide the pleasure he was receiving.

chris rearranged the rope and the knots leaving yn still suspended on air but this time his legs are wide open so the pirate can get an easy acces to his hole “time for real fun” he jokes slapping his tip on the wet hole. “don't fucking put that thing on me.. it's too big” he cried, “don't worry bitch boy” the pirate reassured in a mocking tone that didn't convince yn at all.

“let me use that used hole” he muttered, ramming all his shaft inside at once. tears formed on yn's eyes accompanied with a guttural moan “what's up bitch boy, you can’t handle me” he laughs at how pathetic yn was looking but his hole feels good so he's not gonna complain.

he put his calloused hand on yn's mouth “you're crying it's getting on my nerves” using it as a way to pound yn harder, every inch of it making its way on yn's insides. once in a while he stops thrusting to spit on his shaft as if it was a lube. the warm sensation of the spit making yn ‘feel funny’ causing that he clenches even more.

minutes later yn was free, except by his hands that were tied behind his back. he'a riding the pirate who got tired of doing all the work, “come on, move faster” he demanded slapping his hand against yn's cheeks. “hngh” he squirmed, still feeling the hand imprint burning in his ass “yes sir” he accelerated his pace. gushy sounds echoed in the room, accompanied by the crashing waves outside the ship and some moon light.

chris locked his arm around yn's neck and thrusted like a beast, forming a bulge in yn's stomach “wait. ahhh~” and as if it was a fountain yn's dick spurted cum everywhere, white drops falling on his body, the floor and even some on the walls.

“hahaha” chris laughs, amused of what he just saw “look at you cumming just by your ass. and you swear you're not a bitch”.

yn legs tremble, the tiredness and overstimulaton mix hitting him. “don't sleep on me i still have to fill you up” the pirate cooed, moving his hips slowly in a sensual manner. knowing that he could stay the rest of the night being drilled by that fat dick and seeing that he's falling asleep he decide to made him cum faster.

he grabbed chris’ neck getting his face closer towards him and kissed him, tongues battling to control each other's. meanwhile he moves his hips faster meeting chris’ thrusts that never slowed their pace, “what's gotten into yo-” he was cut by yn sloppy kisses. he was determined to make that bastard cum no matter what.

few thrusts later the pirate cums, yn’s walls sucking the milk out of it like a milking machine, “holy fuckkkk” chris slurred “you know how to work with that hole of yours”. he didn't pull out until the last drop was emptied on yn, his face resting against the stowaway's back, “shit that was good” a smile creeping on the pirate's face while yn just nodded tiredly…

yn wakes up in a bed, with new clothes, he climbs the stairs to look for the pirate, “hey bitchboy you're awake” he waved “yeah but my ass is sore. and stop calling me like that” yn replied, brows furrowed showing how annoyed he was. “tell me about the treasure” he asked with a serious tone and yn told him about the black pearl and how he got it. they planned to stay with it but knowing how dangerous it will be when everyone finds out they have it they decided to sell it and split the coins in two.

“i'm gonna reunite with my crew, see you later” chris said and turn his heels to go back to his ship, “why did you say see you later?” yn asked, being quickly responded by chris “i have a feeling that we will meet soon again” he says while doing some vulgar signs with his hands and sticking his tongue out, “you're disgusting” yn yells and chris just laughs at him showing the middle finger.

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minminbunny · 5 months ago

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ABO AU - Wolf Big Flared Cock Alpha! Bang Chan/Bunny Omega Gender Neutral! Reader

*smut part - AFAB/AMAB

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"Hah, hah, hah," Chan gasped, thrusting his hips between his makeshift fleshlight. He groaned, slicking the toy with his leaky precum. Chan gulped, staring down at the entrance of the fleshlight as he teasingly thrusts his cock deeper and deeper within. "Oh, fuck. So good," he grunted, edging his orgasm as long as possible just to succumb to the neverending pleasure. He bit into his bottom lip, blood dripped down his chin from his sharp fangs.

Chan shuddered, tasting the blood on his tongue as he picked up the pace. The metallic scent flooded his senses, drowning him in sheer arousal. "Close, close, fuck," he groaned, hissing the moment his orgasm broke. Chan growled, fucking his cock to the hilt, his knot catching on the opening of the toy with each thrust. "Fuck me," he hissed, pumping a heavy load into the fleshlight.

"Channie hyungie, this is my new deskmate. They're a bunny omega," Jisung introduced, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. You gulped, intimidated by Chan's predatory gaze. Jisung noticed and nudged Chan's side, "Hyung, you're zoning out," he said, watching Chan snap back. "Shit, I'm sorry about that. I'm Bang Chan, you can call me Chan or Chris. Whichever you prefer," he said, giving you his dimpled smile.

Your eyes widened at his charming smile, "Nice to meet you," you whispered, slightly less intimidated by the Wolf. Jisung chuckled, "I told you, he's a sweetheart. Maybe he'll show his grouchy days when he doesn't get enough sleep but overall he's a decent alpha," he teased, rubbing your shoulders. Chan rolled his eyes, a smile etched on his lip, "Let's talk more over drinks. There's a boba store nearby. I heard it has oolong tea, Sung-ah," he said, ruffling Jisung's hair. Jisung beamed, "Heck yeah. Let's go" he said, dragging you along.

"Bun, can you get that for me?" Chan asked, working on his new demo. You nodded and passed him the juice. Chan hummed, easily getting into a domestic routine with you after hanging out without Jisung's presence. You grew comfortable with the Wolf. Something about his perfectly styled hair or his simple fashion made you grow closer to him. It was like opposites attract.

Chan watched you jolt some things on your tab, "Busy?" he asked, checking in your current status. You shook your head, setting your tablet aside. Chan chuckled, "Good. I'm planning to have dinner outside around six. Would you like to join?" He asked,i t's still lunchtime but he knows you don't like sudden appointments. You beamed, "Sure, I heard of a new Vietnamese restaurant that has a killer broth," you said, searching up the shop to show him.

Chan smiled, "I'm down as long as I get to hang out with you longer, cutie," he teased, lightly brushing your sensitive bunny ears. He groaned when your body shuddered from his touch, "You're so sensitive, bun. It's really tempting to graze your body and see what other types of reactions you'd give," he hummed, his pupils dilating at the thought. You averted his gaze, "Friends don't talk like that," you grumbled, trying to calm your racing heart. Chan chuckled, pulling his hand away, "You're right, cutie. But I can't help it, " he said, letting out a soft low growl that spurred your goosebumps.

NSFW BELOW CUT

AFAB

Heat covered your senses, his sheets filled with his musky ocean-like scent made your cunt throb. You burrowed your nose into his pillows, the raw musk of his shampoo and scent gland spurred your body deeper into heat. You gathered all the pillows and threw a blanket over them. You whimpered, tossing his dirty laundry onto the bed as you built your heating nest.

You pawed the fabric, making sure everything was perfect before you allowed your body to give in. You humped his pillow, your slicked messy cunt rubbed against the cotton sheets. Drenching them in thick viscous arousal as you chased after your own pleasure. Broken moans filled the room as your scent grew warmer, "Need more. I need more," you whined, thrusting your hips back and forth against his pillow.

Your ears flopper over your eyes from the sheer intensity of your bucks. Chan gulped, watching your desperate need. Your fluffy cottontail twitched with each stroke of your folds on his casing. He tugged off his shirt and clenched his jaw, "What in your right mind thought this was a good idea, bunny?" He growled, tugging back your sensitive ears.

You whimpered from the hold, your thighs quivering from being so close to the edge. "Sorry, I'm sorry, Chan. Your bed smelled so good and I forgot to think," you hiccup, rubbing your clit from the humiliation. Chan chuckled, "Little bunny, was lust so heavy that not a single ounce of rationality stayed? Was your leaky hole so desperate for cock that your body gave in the moment I took my eyes off you?" he growled, trailing his other hand down the back of your nape towards your tail.

"I thought you were sick, bun bun. I didn't expect hearing your needy little moans and your desperate scent flooding my house," he groaned, licking your ear. You whimpered, arching your back, "Please, Chris. Need your knot. Need it so bad," you sniffled, staring up at him with your glossy big eyes. Chan huffed through his nose, his rough hands easily manhandled you onto his lap.

Your plump thighs felt so good against him, your pretty ass was so plush and fuckable that he almost came untouched. Chan licked his lips, his gaze heavy and dark, "You're so small, bunny. So tiny against me. I don't want to hear your denials, cutie. No matter how much you weigh, you're tinier than me," he growled, gripping your love handles. You whined, his hot throbbing looked so big against your torso.

The tip of his cock was flared and so close to reaching your sternum. Chan smirked, "Aww, bunny. Is my cock too big and scary for my little prey?" He mocked, wrapping his tail around your waist. "I've watched tons of bunny reproduction videos just to know how much I can pound you, bun bun. Your pretty cunt will accommodate my cock, easily. Because that's what you're made for, cutie. You're a little breeding bun. Perfect for my pups," he growled, slapping his cockhead against your torso.

You mewled, body sensitive to the point that a single finger could draw an orgasm out of you. Chan lifted you by the waist, your searing folds awaiting his flared tip to penetrate deep within you, "Don't forget to scream," he chuckled, dropping your body lower and lower onto his girthy cock. You screamed into his chest, the pleasure burning within your brain.

Chan growled, scruffing your neck with each inch entering your tight fluttering walls. You sobbed into his chest as orgasms quivered through your body. Chan licked your tears away, his tongue grooming your fluffy ears as more and more of his throbbing cock filled your canal. Your eyes hazed over, an obvious tummy bulge appeared between the two of you.

Chan lightly brushed it, loving the way your cunt pulsed around his shaft, "There we go, bun. All deep to the hilt. You took me so well, cutie," he growled, licking your scent gland to sooth you. Words split from your lips like a blended up scrabble board. Nothing was coherently understandable. Chan lifted you by the waist and pinned you against the wall, the sheer force of gravity pushed you deeper onto his shaft.

Chan licked your bottom lip, "You're mine, understood. My prey. I'm not letting you go," he growled, kissing you deeply as he pounded his cock in and out of your leaking cunt. You sobbed into the kiss, his tongue dominating your mouth. Chan hummed into the kiss, his cock thrusting at a merciless and relentless pace. There wasn't a single moment where your body didn't feel pleasure.

Every stroke of his fat cock sent sparks towards your brain. Your ears flopped with each pound. His hips drilled into you, loud squelchy slaps of skin on skin echoed within the room like a porno. You rested your head against his shoulder, body dependent on his strength to hold you up, "Hah, ah, hah," you gasped and moaned, your eyes closed as a ringing buzzed in your ears.

Chan held you closer to the wall, "Fuck, fuck, bunny. Alpha's got you," he growled, pounding your cunt with more vigour as his knot grew with each thrust. You cried out at the stretch of the bulbous gland plugging your canal full. Chan hissed, licking your scent gland raw as copious amounts of cum filled your body. You shuddered, tasting a bit of the fluid hit the back of your throat with bile. You hiccuped, clawing his back as he nipped your scent gland. Chan growled, looking down at you with an affectionate gaze, "Pretty bunny. All mine. All for me," he hummed, his tail wagging as he held you through your blissful orgasmic haze.

AMAB

Heat covered your senses, his sheets filled with his musky ocean-like scent made your cock throb. You burrowed your nose into his pillows, the raw musk of his shampoo and scent gland spurred your body deeper into heat. You gathered all the pillows and threw a blanket over them. You whimpered, tossing his dirty laundry onto the bed as you built your heating nest.

You pawed the fabric, making sure everything was perfect before you allowed your body to give in. You humped his pillow, your slicked messy hole rubbed against the cotton sheets. Drenching them in thick viscous arousal as you chased after your own pleasure. Broken moans filled the room as your scent grew warmer, "Need more. I need more," you whined, thrusting your hips back and forth against his pillow.

Your ears flopper over your eyes from the sheer intensity of your bucks. Chan gulped, watching your desperate need. Your fluffy cottontail twitched with each stroke of your cock on his casing. He tugged off his shirt and clenched his jaw, "What in your right mind thought this was a good idea, bunny?" He growled, tugging back your sensitive ears.

You whimpered from the hold, your thighs quivering from being so close to the edge. "Sorry, I'm sorry, Chan. Your bed smelled so good and I forgot to think," you hiccup, rubbing your cockhead from the humiliation. Chan chuckled, "Little bunny, was lust so heavy that not a single ounce of rationality stayed? Was your leaky hole so desperate for cock that your body gave in the moment I took my eyes off you?" he growled, trailing his other hand down the back of your nape towards your tail.

The tip of his cock was flared and so close to reaching your sternum. Chan smirked, "Aww, bunny. Is my cock too big and scary for my little prey?" He mocked, wrapping his tail around your waist. "I've watched tons of bunny reproduction videos just to know how much I can pound you, bun bun. Your pretty hole will accommodate my cock, easily. Because that's what you're made for, cutie. You're a little breeding bun. Perfect for my pups," he growled, slapping his cockhead against your torso.

You mewled, body sensitive to the point that a single finger could draw an orgasm out of you. Chan lifted you by the waist, your searing rim awaiting his flared tip to penetrate deep within you, "Don't forget to scream," he chuckled, dropping your body lower and lower onto his girthy cock. You screamed into his chest, the pleasure burning within your brain.

Chan lightly brushed it, loving the way your hole pulsed around his shaft, "There we go, bun. All deep to the hilt. You took me so well, cutie," he growled, licking your scent gland to sooth you. Words split from your lips like a blended up scrabble board. Nothing was coherently understandable. Chan lifted you by the waist and pinned you against the wall, the sheer force of gravity pushed you deeper onto his shaft.

Chan licked your bottom lip, "You're mine, understood. My prey. I'm not letting you go," he growled, kissing you deeply as he pounded his cock in and out of your leaking hole. You sobbed into the kiss, his tongue dominating your mouth. Chan hummed into the kiss, his cock thrusting at a merciless and relentless pace. There wasn't a single moment where your body didn't feel pleasure.

Chan growled, marking your skin in tandem with his thrusts, bringing you closer and closer to ecstasy. He felt his knot grow bigger, and sweat matted his hair as veins protruded on his neck. You weakly wrapped your arms around his neck, moaning directly into his ear, "Knot. Want Alpha's knot so fucking bad," you sniffled, tears dripping down his shoulders as your slurred out your desires. Chan held you closer to the wall, "Fuck, fuck, bunny. Alpha's got you," he growled, pounding your hole with more vigour as his knot grew with each thrust. You cried out at the stretch of the bulbous gland plugging your canal full. Chan hissed, licking your scent gland raw as copious amounts of cum filled your body. You shuddered, tasting a bit of the fluid hit the back of your throat with bile. You hiccuped, clawing his back as he nipped your scent gland. Chan growled, looking down at you with an affectionate gaze, "Pretty bunny. All mine. All for me," he hummed, his tail wagging as he held you through your blissful orgasmic haze.

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oimitocat · 5 months ago

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FLUSH MY HEART | SKZ

༘۠ chan , felix & jisung (seperate) x m!reader

༘۠ omegaverse! au + idol! au + nsfw + fluff, fluff, fluff! + slight crying + alpha!reader + mating cycle! + cock warming

༘۠ a/n; this was such a cute request!

chan’s a delicate one during heat.

from how often he’s been on suppressants, his body is overreactive during heat

yet he knows you’re the sweetest most caring alpha during his cycle

due to all his stress and lack of sleep, during his heat he’s more so sleepy and whiney than desperate for a knot

yet you figured the best way to satisfy him is to be balls deep inside him while he naps

goodness, he loves that more than the tender, warm kisses you leave on his flushed skin

fight me, but he’s definitely a pillow princess during his heat

he only has you, you, you and your knot in his mind

you always praise him and it just makes him go slack, head empty aside from your words bouncing around his brain

“baby,” you grunt softly against his neck, “you like that? feel full?”

he whimpers softly, half his face flush against the pillow.

“what a good omega, such a beautiful obedient baby.”

he’ll orgasm just from that.

since his heats are irregular, his body is pent up by the time it comes, hence as much as he just wants to stay huddled up to you and float on your scent, he knows he has to have you deep inside him

you always move him around, mark him up and overstimulate him so good he still feels sensitive after his heat

he’s so thirsty during heat, and i don’t mean for water

during regular sex, he’s shy and mostly lets you do what you want but during heat? oh baby, you need to just sit there and give him your knot

he’s a pretty vicious omega during heat, you can’t go out for no reason. he will growl if you try to leave the room and/or if anyone is at the door

normaly it’s the alpha that has hella stamina, but in jisung’s case, it’s always him that overstimulates you

his heats are consistent, every month for four days, while it’s normal for it to be every 3 months. because his heats are so consistent, his body craves more than normal. you could’ve popped four knots already and he’ll still ride you without a complaint from him.

“j-jisung-“

“alpha,” he pants, smiling feverishly at you. he’s damp in sweat, bangs dripping with it. his eyes are lidded when so alive, so hungry. “again, alpha, knot me.”

it’s not a request it’s a demand. your eyes rolls back and your hips spasm.

as much as he likes being marked up by you, he does it to you too

he’ll bite, suck along your collarbone. he’s purr when you hiss or complain.

as high as his drive is, he still has a few tender moments, when he’s sitting on top of you, with your knot deep inside, kissing your wetly and with his arms around you

as long as you’re inside him, he’s more than satisfied

sometimes you have to walk with him still attached to you, his clinginess goes beyond you. he literally wants you on him and in him at all times, but obviously if it comes to restroom usage he’ll make an exception, as long as he’s in the same spot as you he’s more than satisfied

stop, he’s always overwhelmed

meaning, show him love and he’ll cry because he feels like he doesn’t seserve an alpha like you

his scent gland is oversensitive, so you kissing it gets the cutest noises out of him

he likes it when he’s on his back and you raise his hips to rut into him, he loves seeing you lose yourself in him

he loves to talk you through it, it makes him feel so useful for you

“y/n… you like using me? you like it when i clench around you as you cum? you like it when i milk you?”

you’d shiver and grunt in agreement.

“does alpha love filling his omega with his cum?”

“y-yes.”

“is felix the only one you can get fuck like this?”

“fuck,” you’d pop another knot. “yes baby, just you.”

he’ll pepper kisses all over you and cuddle you to sleep

he’ll pump pheromones so you can get scent high and go crazy over him

he’ll want you to coat his stomach with your cum, fuck his thighs, his mouth, he’s all in it to please you even when he’s in heat

he loves it when you fuck him from behind and yank his hair, mark his nape with bites and grip his hips

he likes being shoved into the sheets and treated like a rag doll

he thrives on you using him just as much as he melts when you coddle him and whisper sweet nothings into his ear

make him cry, make him gag. just make him remember he’s yours during and after his heat

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thatblvckboyy · 7 months ago

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BANGCHAN X MREADER AUDIO PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE 🥰‼️🥺

Bangchan x male Listener audio

Bangchan would do anything for his boyfriend to be happy and would even spoil you a lot and leave you with his credit card but the one thing chan would never do is give you any power whatsoever In bed, you would end up milking him until his a moaning mess and a complete gooner

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kathaelipwse · 3 days ago

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If Only You Could See Yourself | Bang chan

Synopsis: You’ve never seen yourself the way Chan does—where he sees beauty, you see flaws. Every time he calls you beautiful, you dismiss it, unable to believe. But one night, as your doubts consume you, Chan refuses to let you fade into them. With gentle words and unwavering patience, he holds you together, determined to make you see what he’s always seen. Maybe, just maybe, you’ll start to believe him.

Warnings: self-hate, honestly just angst, comfort

Word Count: 1.1k

Author's Note: This might trigger a few readers. I am going through a turmoil and honestly chan is my comfort person so yeah..

It was a day off, you and chan have been dating since 4 years now, though he was busy he never really failed to make time for you and compliment you every now and then.

The first time Chan called you beautiful, you laughed. Not out of joy, but because the word felt foreign—misplaced, even. You thought he was joking. Maybe being playful, the way he always was. But when you turned to see the sincerity in his eyes, something inside you twisted. Uncomfortable. Unfamiliar. You brushed it off.

The second time, you just shook your head. A soft, almost involuntary reaction, like swatting away a fly. You didn’t want to argue, didn’t want to make it a thing. But Chan noticed. He always did. He let it go that time, but the way his brows furrowed told you he was thinking about it.

The third time, you flinched.

That was when Chan really started paying attention.

Tonight, the weight in your chest is heavier than usual. You don’t know why—maybe you do, but it’s easier to pretend you don’t. It’s just another night, another round of existing in a body that doesn’t feel like yours, in a mind that never stops whispering cruel things.

Chan sits on the couch beside you, his arm draped lazily over the backrest. The room is warm, cozy, filled with the soft hum of background noise from the TV. You should feel safe here. But that voice in your head is louder than the comfort of his presence.

“You okay?” Chan’s voice is soft, careful.

You nod automatically. “Yeah. Just tired.”

It’s not a lie, but it’s not the truth either. You don’t look at him when you say it. Instead, you focus on the way your fingers pick at the hem of your sleeves.

Chan shifts, turning to face you more fully. “You sure? You’ve been quiet all night.”

You shrug. “Just one of those days.”

His gaze lingers on you, searching. You know he wants to press, but he doesn’t. Instead, he offers you a small smile and says, “You’re still beautiful, you know.”

You freeze. The air in the room changes. The words hang between you, heavy and unbearable.

Your stomach twists violently. Your throat tightens. Something inside you snaps, raw and unfiltered. Before you can stop yourself, the words spill out.

“I don’t get it,” you whisper.

Chan blinks. “What?”

You shake your head, frustration bubbling beneath your skin. “Why do you keep saying things like that?”

He tilts his head, brows knitting together. “Because they’re true.”

You laugh, but it’s hollow. “No, they’re not. You just—” You take a shaky breath. “You see me through rose-colored glasses, Chan. You don’t have to lie to make me feel better.”

Chan stares at you, something unreadable flashing in his expression. “You think I’m lying?”

You swallow hard, unable to meet his gaze. “I think… I think you’re wrong.”

His voice is quieter now, more careful. “Wrong about what?”

“About me,” you say, finally looking at him. “About everything you think I am.”

Chan’s jaw tightens. He shifts forward, closing the distance between you. His hands reach out, hesitating for only a moment before cupping your face, thumbs grazing your cheekbones. His touch is warm, grounding.

“Look at me,” he murmurs.

You do. And it’s a mistake, because the way he’s looking at you—like you’re the most precious thing in the world—makes your chest ache.

“I don’t see you through rose-colored glasses,” he says, voice steady but thick with emotion. “I see you exactly as you are.”

Your lip trembles. “Then you must be looking at the wrong person.”

Chan exhales sharply, shaking his head. “No,” he says firmly. “No, I see you. The real you. I see the way you care about people more than yourself. I see the way you laugh when you think no one’s listening. I see the way you light up when you talk about the things you love. I see every little thing that makes you you—and you have no idea how fucking beautiful that is.”

Tears blur your vision. “Stop.”

“I won’t,” he says, voice cracking. “Because I wish—God, I wish you could see yourself through my eyes.”

Your breath catches. The words hit something deep, something you didn’t know was still soft inside you. A sob escapes before you can swallow it down, and then the dam breaks.

Chan pulls you into his arms before you can collapse. His embrace is strong, unshakable, as if he’s trying to hold together all the pieces of you that are falling apart. He strokes your hair, whispering soothing things you can’t make out over the sound of your own broken cries.

“I’ve got you,” he murmurs. “I’m right here. I’ve always been right here.”

You clutch onto him, fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt like he’s the only thing tethering you to this world.

For the first time, you let yourself believe him.

Later, when your breathing evens out and the tears have dried, you’re still curled against him. He hasn’t let go, hasn’t loosened his grip even once.

Chan presses a soft kiss to your forehead. “You don’t have to believe me yet,” he says quietly. “But let me prove it to you. Let me remind you every day until you do.”

You close your eyes, exhaling shakily. “Okay.”

And for now, that’s enough.

That night, Chan doesn’t let you sleep alone. When you hesitate, standing by your bedroom door as he prepares to leave, he simply tilts his head. “Do you want me to stay?”

You don’t answer right away, but the way you tug at your sleeves gives you away.

Chan sighs softly, stepping forward. “I’ll stay as long as you need.”

So he does.

You lie in bed, facing away from him at first, trying to keep space between you. But the storm in your head doesn’t quiet, even with him near. After a while, your body moves on its own, shifting closer, until your back is pressed lightly against his chest.

Chan doesn’t say anything. He just wraps an arm around you, securing you in place like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“You’re safe,” he whispers into your hair. “You’re enough. Always.”

You don’t know if you believe him yet, but you let his warmth chase away the cold. Just for tonight.

The next morning, you wake up to soft sunlight filtering through your curtains. Chan is still there, one arm draped protectively over your waist. His slow, even breaths brush against the back of your neck.

You shift slightly, and he stirs. “Morning,” he murmurs sleepily.

You swallow thickly. “Morning.”

Chan tightens his hold just a little. “How are you feeling?”

You don’t have an answer. Not yet. But for the first time in a long time, the weight in your chest feels a little lighter.

So you settle for the truth.

“I think… I think I’m okay.”

Chan smiles against your skin, kissing your forehead and says. “Good.”

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strayingawayy · 2 months ago

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the ocean's embrace

...dad! chan x reader with their babygirl with little baby curls where chan makes his daughter meet his first lover aka the ocean. kissies to @hyunebunx bc this idea was entirely hers. i just sobbed and wrote it.

» [love. -wave to earth]«

0:34 ─〇───── 5:07

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chan carefully sank to his knees in the soft, golden sand, his heart swelling with a warmth that only your little girl could stir. with the gentlest of movements, he cradled her in his arms, her tiny hands clinging to his shirt as her wide eyes traced the endless stretch of the ocean. the waves whispered their timeless song, rolling in rhythm with the heartbeat of the earth itself. the sky above was a painting of pinks and oranges, a perfect canvas reflecting the love and wonder that filled the moment. the air was sweet with the scent of saltwater, and the soft breeze tousled chan’s hair as it kissed your cheeks.

"look, my love," chan whispered, his voice low and tender, his gaze never leaving the horizon, "this is the ocean. it’s big and old and beautiful, and it’s been waiting for you."

your daughter, her dark eyes wide with curiosity, studied the vast, shimmering water. her tiny body leaned into chan’s embrace, her little fingers curling tightly around his shirt as if drawing strength from him. she was hesitant, unsure of the endless expanse before her, but her heart was eager, drawn to the waves before her.

"it’s okay, sweet girl," you whispered softly, brushing your fingers through her curls. "the ocean’s a friend. it’s just saying hello."

chan’s eyes met yours, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he kissed your daughter’s forehead, then dipped her tiny toes into the cool foam. for a heartbeat, her whole body froze, her face crumpling in confusion as the water lapped at her feet. she blinked up at him, her wide eyes searching for reassurance.

"i think she’s a little unsure," you teased, the warmth of your smile matching the tenderness in your voice. "but i think we all are the first time we sea the waves, no?"

chan chuckled, the sound full of affection, his heart in his eyes. "i was nervous, too, but now i can’t imagine being anywhere else," he says, his voice full of nostalgia as a memory reels before his eyes.

you nudged him playfully, a mischievous grin crossing your face. "well, that’s no surprise. the ocean’s always been your first love, hasn’t it?"

chan blinked at you, the playful shock clear on his face. his voice was teasing, yet there was a sparkle in his eyes. "i- no. did you really just say that? in front of our daughter no less?"

you giggled, raising an eyebrow. "i mean, it’s true, right? the ocean was there long before me, always calling to you. a little too loyal, if you ask me. an ex girlfriend if i recall correctly."

chan’s eyes widened in exaggerated disbelief, his mouth forming a dramatic "o." "unbelievable," he muttered, though the corners of his lips twitched upward. "the ocean’s not my ex girlfriend, and i’m certainly not in love with her anymore."

leaning down, he whispered to your daughter, who was still staring at the water with a mixture of wonder and wariness. "right, baby? the ocean’s just a friend. a really big, really old friend."

your daughter, her attention still held by the waves, blinked at her father. and then, with a voice that was as sweet as a lullaby, she spoke, her words so soft and delicate they seemed to belong to the sea itself.

"papa," she murmured, "big...water."

you froze, the world standing still for a breath. chan’s eyes widened, and a smile broke over his face as his heart swelled with pride. he grinned, his face lighting up. "well i suppose big water is one way to put it, sweetheart."

your daughter, still focused on the waves, reached her tiny hand toward the water again, her fingers brushing the foam as if inviting the ocean to come closer. the hesitation was gone, replaced by an innocent curiosity that shimmered in her gaze. through her words, she had already claimed the ocean as her own.

chan beamed at her, his voice full of pride. "that’s right, little one. it’s big. but it’s also beautiful, and it’s always been here, just waiting for you to find it."

you smiled at your daughter, her tiny feet dipping into the cool water, her face alight with wonder. "just like you, sweet girl," you murmured. "you'll be just as big and beautiful as her one day."

your daughter’s smile grew wider, her laughter bubbling up like the ocean itself. she stood, her feet firm in the water now, no longer afraid, but entirely entranced by the world she was discovering. "big...water," she said again, her voice full of awe, her tiny hands reaching out as if she could touch the entire ocean in that moment.

you exchanged a glance with chan, and both of you couldn’t help but laugh, the joy in your hearts reflected in each other’s eyes. "she’s definitely your daughter," you teased, the happiness in your voice undeniable.

chan lifted your daughter into the air, holding her so she could see the waves more clearly. "maybe she’s my first love’s new best friend," he said with a wink, his tone playful, but the affection he felt for both of you clear as day. "but the ocean’s not her first love. she’s my forever."

your daughter giggled, her curls bouncing as the water splashed around her, and the whole world seemed to dance in time with her joy. the sun, now low in the sky, bathed the world in a warm, soft glow, painting the horizon with hues of rose and lavender. in that moment, the ocean, the sand, the breeze…all of it became part of the love you shared as a family.

as you leaned into chan, the rhythm of the ocean mirroring the gentle beats of your heart, you knew this was the beginning of something magical; the first of many memories, and the start of a lifelong bond with the water that had always been a part of chan’s heart.

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@bluesungology

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18wqs · 21 days ago

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 숨겨진 𐙚 ๋࣭⭑ not how friends act

synopsis: bangchan and reader have been best friends for a while now, but it seems like there's more to that >ᴗ<

cw: a little of swearing, bangchan referred to as chris a few times, han mentioned, and I think that's it?

genre: best friends to lovers, fluff-angsty-fluff!

pairing: idol!bangchan x gn!reader (no prns used)

lee know version , jisung version

a/n: thank you for reading once again! i tried my best with this one since im not that good with expressing emotions, myself. hope you enjoyed it and that it reached your expectations! sending kisses and hugs your way!!! xoxo

reblogs, comments, and likes are greatly appreciated! do not copy my work or repost without permission.

#bangchan x reader #bangchan texts #bangchan smau #bangchan fake texts #bang chan #stray kids fanfic #stray kids fake texts #stray kids #bangchan x female reader #bangchan x male reader #chan x male reader #chan x female reader #chan x reader #chan comfort #chan angst #bangchan x you #friends to lovers #angst with a happy ending

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victorbutnotreally · 2 months ago

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making it up to bf!skz after calling them dude

hyung line ver.

warnings: suggestive in hyunjin's and chan's part (just red lights duo things), "divorce" in changbin's part, reader is absolutely whipped for Minho (so is the author ) , skz being dramatic, reader being a menace

Chan:

Minho:

Changbin:

Hyunjin:

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flowerbunnyboo · 7 months ago

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JOCK CHAN | back

starring: chan x male reader

summary: hcs of just jock Chan falling in love with you and fucking you

fluff, nsfw, minors dni, don't report

— jock Chan who would be so curious about you that me he would sometimes dump his friends to just see where you are

— jock Chan who would keep an eye on you in the canteen or in the class he took to just be with you. He would note down your little habits in his mind which he would find cute

— jock Chan who would try to change himself in order for you to notice him and talk to him. His shy side would start showing which would make everyone surprise

— jock Chan who would gather his courage to talk to you in class and ask for your notes while smoothly asking your number. You’d be quite impressed with his flirting skills honestly

— jock Chan who would look at his phone stupidly waiting for a message from you. Always trying to talk to you on any random topic

— jock Chan who would invite you to his boxing match. He would think you wouldn’t show up but seeing you in the audience cheering him on, his confidence would boost so much.

— jock Chan who would shyly ask you out on a date after he wins the match privately. He’d get so shy when you would kiss him on his cheeks

— jock Chan who would not be shy to show his love for you. Jock Chan would turn into Simp Chan

— jock Chan who likes to fuck you should in the locker room. After his win in the game, he drags you there and pounds your tight hole with his big cock. The thrill of being caught makes you hard and enjoy being filled with your boyfriend’s cum.

— jock Chan who likes to jerk of to your nudes when you’re busy. He shoots his load on your clothes as he watches your videos of having sex where he pounds your ass from the behind.

— jock Chan who drags you to an empty classroom. He strips you and him naked and starts fucking you. He shoots his load inside of you while he makes sure every desk as your cum on it. Your body feels immense pleasure as his dick touches your spot.

— jock Chan who keeps his hands on your thigh as the professor teaches. He likes to see your blush. Soon enough he’s massaging your dick which makes you cum. You shoot your load in his hands and he licks it clean.

— jock Chan who will drag you to the library and have sex with you in the corner. He would be so horny that he would change positions making you remove as his cock fucks your tight hole. You’d cum all over the books as he would fill you up.

— jock Chan who would cockwarm with you as you’d study together. He’s get bored studying and ask you to sit with his cock inside. He’d tease you and start thrusting upwards making you squirm. You’d shoot your cum on your notes. Chan would just paint your insides with his cum.

#male reader #x male reader #male x male #bottom male reader #flowers fics #kpop x male reader #skz x male reader #skz smut #stray kids x male reader #stray kids #skz #skz chan #chan x male reader #chan smut #stray kids chan #bang chan

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