#binchan fanfiction

[bangrychannie]

Stray Kids Fic Recs-Demons

Hello! It is time for another group of fic recs, this time anything related to demons (ex. succubi and former "imaginary friends")! Demon summoning is one of my fav tropes so again if you have any recs that aren't on this list send them my way! Mostly Minsung with some others

My other fic rec lists:

Misc

Time Loop

Angst free

let me wrap the chains by saru (Minsung | 1/1 | 23,164 | explicit)

Pressure at the foot of the bed makes the mattress dip, and Jisung experiences what can only be described as waking up into a dream. His brain, foggy with short-lived and restless sleep, registers a number of things that might not make total sense but are received as facts, regardless: there’s a hand tugging at the waistband of his underwear, a pair of knees bracketing his own, and the distinct smell of fire in the air. In the darkness of his room, ruby red eyes trail up Jisung’s body before locking on his own. — or, Jisung’s late-night visitor turns out to not be quite as imaginary as he originally thought.

I love the world building in this one!

amber of ember by adisadatra (Minsung | 1/1 | 21,941 | Explicit)

Minho is tired. He’s so, so tired, and he’s felt unsafe in his own life since the day he discovered Seojoon and his lover in his bed. At work, in Minho’s flat, at his favourite park with the hideous fountain, he’s always listening for footsteps behind him, braced for impact and seeing danger everywhere with his nerves feeling peeled raw. He’s spiralling downward, he knows he is, and he’s not even sure what’s real anymore. Making a deal with a demon isn’t the worst-case scenario right now.

I loved this one! Basically Minho has a creepy ex and makes a deal with a demon (Jisung) to get revenge

above the trees by tentoheaven (Binsung | 1/1 | 30,245 | Explicit)

Changbin stares at him, still struggling to take in all of his features. It’s incredible how someone can look so different, yet still completely unchanged. “Jisung?” Part of him still holds onto the belief that the man will frown, maybe laugh mockingly, maybe ask ‘who the fuck is Jisung?’ and leave. Changbin isn’t sure whether that would be worse than the alternative. (Or: ten years after his abrupt disappearance, Changbin’s imaginary friend barges back into his life—not human, but very much real.)

I loved Changbin and Jisung's dynamic in this one! Minor 2min as well which is super cute

god knows we're lonely souls by flying_dream (Minchan | 3/3 | 34,864 | Mature)

Chan is a touch-starved producer. Minho is a sleep paralysis demon who has never known affection. They're not in love - they barely even know each other - but somehow they manage to make it work.

This is for sure my favorite on this list, if you only read one read this one!

exception has been thrown by the target of an invocation by yamesungie (Minsung | 1/1 | 4862 | Explicit)

format-default : Exception has been thrown by the target of an invocation. “What the fuck do you mean, invocation? Am I coding or playing D&D? Do I have to roll a d20? Do a blood offering?” “Invocation is another term for a method call, you can thank me later.” “Hey, I was joking, I already-” knew that. Wait, what the- Jisung lets out a blood curdling scream and almost falls out of his chair as he turns his face away from his screen. The man standing next to him stares at him, arms crossed and an amused grin on his face. “What the fuck are you doing in my apartment?” "I feed off humans' lust, anguish and despair. It’s only natural I choose to target software developers past their bedtime, right?" (or: Jisung is a software developer on the verge of a mental breakdown, Minho is the incubus who visits him at 1am.)

Super silly concept and a short and sweet fic

How I Met My Demon by alcrox (Jeongsung | 1/1 | 17,447 | Explicit)

“Well, to my utter surprise, no demons were summoned,” proclaims Jisung dramatically. Now that the shooting is nearing its end, he feels decidedly more chipper. Less faking it. “Fuck you too, demons.” He swipes a broad hand over the glitter, messing it up even more. It looks like there has been a bloodbath in the room, only the blood is shiny and glittery and sticks everywhere. “Now-” “I swear to hell, what is your problem?” Jisung jumps. Violently.

5 times Jisung summons a demon and 1 time he doesn’t.

Where Jisung is a youtuber and summons a demon as a joke. Love this one!!

And that's all I have for demon fics! Like I said before if you have any (or any other fic I haven't recced yet) that you've liked that aren't on this list please send! My next ideas for fic rec lists are fantasy, fake dating, and college au--if you want me to do one of these first also lmk!

[minminyoonjii]

i am having many thoughts about trying anal with changbin and reader still wants their pussy full so bin calls channie to help fill up his baby 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

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💜Rules and Guidelines

🕯Summary: Princesses always had the right to feel full. It's not wrong to beg your boyfriend for another set of dick.

🌹CW

Double Penetration|Squirting|Multiple Orgasms|Rough Sex|Praise Kink|Wet & Messy|Fingering|Dirty Talk|Threesome|Brief Fisting|First Time! Anal|Gaping|Commanding Tone|Teasing|Dom! Changbin|Dom! Chan|Degrading Praise Kink|Desperate Orgasm|Aftercare

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

🍄Wordcount: 1.5K

"Take a deep breath for me, princess. Yes, that's it," Changbin said, easing a finger past your rim. You whimpered, clawing the sheets below. "Shh, shh. It's okay, it's okay. You'll be able to take my cock soon, hm?" he reassured, slicking a finger with lube before stretching out your tight hole. You huffed out a breath, relaxing into the gentle touches working your hole open. Changbin cooed, "You're doing good, so so good for me," he praised, easing in another finger. 

You clenched around his fingers, groaning at the sheer girth of his fingers scissoring your rimmed hole. Changbin hissed, chuckling at the clench, "Dirty girl, is your pretty pussy feeling empty, princess?" he asked, smacking your plush ass. You moaned, wiggling your hips, "Please," you pleaded. Changbin chuckled, "I'll call him just for tonight. You know how well he'd pound your needy pussy," he teased, curling his fingers within your ribbed walls. 

"Fucking, fuck," you groaned, bundling the sheets within your grip. Changbin cooed, "Be quiet for me. We can't have him knowing instantly, princess," he said, clicking on the contact. You bit your bottom lip, trying to muffle the moans spilling past your lips. Changbin smirked at your efforts, "Good girl," he praised, adding another finger with his thrusts. "Mmhm," you whined, shutting your eyes tight as pleasure shot through your spine. 

The phone rang twice before someone picked up, "Oh, Bin-ah. Is everything alright?" Chan asked, leaning against his bed frame. Changbin chuckled, "We need your help hyungnim," he said, jutting his lips to a pout. Chan chuckled, "We? Who else is with you?" he asked, straightening himself. Changbin smirked, loving how you burrowed your face into the pillow to muffle your moans, "Go ahead, answer him," he instructed, picking up the pace of his thrusts. 

You whined, lifting your head as raw cries and whimpers echoed through the room, "Chan," you sobbed, arching your back. "Aww, baby," Chan cooed, getting up from his bed. Changbin grinned, "You sound so precious, princess," he said, rubbing your waist. You moved your hip, "Ah, ah, fuck," you panted, fucking back on Changbin's fingers. Chan knocked on Changbin's door, "Delivery is here," he said, hanging up the call before walking into the room.

Changbin rolled his eyes playfully, "Delivery, really?" he asked, easing his finger out of your puffy rim. Chan shrugged, "Sounded hotter in my head," he said, chuckling at Changbin's side glance. "What can I help you with?" Chan asked, moving to brush your hair out of your face. Changbin smirked, "It's the princess's first anal and she isn't used to her cunt being empty," he explained, stripping his bottom half bare. Chan nodded, "So you decided to call me to fill her up?" he asked, tugging off his shirt.

"Exactly. Ah, hyung, you're so smart," Changbin cooed, pinching Chan's cheek. "Do that again," Chan warned, smirking with his tongue pressed against his bottom lip. Changbin dodged, "I'm good," he said, lifting your pliant body. Chan smiled, "Binnie must have been a bully hasn't he?" he asked, stroking your cheek. You pouted, getting yourself comfortable on Chan's torso, "Big meanie," you grumbled, wrapping your arms under Chan's. 

Changbin gasped before chuckling, "If you want mean princess, I can show you mean," he said, rolling on the condom over his throbbing cock. "Bin-ah, be good for hyung and roll one on me," Chan said, spreading his legs to rest his cock between your ass. Changbin smirked, tearing the condom foil, "Hard already?" he teased, rolling the condom over Chan's dripping cockhead. He hissed, "Been hard since the call," he groaned, bucking his hips.

"Let me lift you, princess," Changbin said, lifting you to align your cunt with Chan's aching cock. Chan gripped the base of his cock, "Take as much as you can, baby," he reassured, rubbing your thighs. You took a deep breath, slowly easing Chan's cock past your folds to your hole, "Oh, oh, hah" you moaned, preening at the stretch. Chan groaned in tandem, "Good girl, fuck," he chuckled, grazing your thighs. "Why the fuck, fuck so fucking big," you babbled, sinking your hips to the hilt. 

Chan rubbed your back as you laid on him, "So proud of you, baby," he cooed, kissing your forehead. Changbin spread apart your ass, "Deep breaths, princess," he instructed as he pushed his cock in inch by inch. Tears weld up in your eyes but Chan instantly kissed them away, "Doing so good for us, so good," he grunted, nosing your cheek. Changbin groaned, losing his mind to the sheer tightness wrapped around his cock, "Fuck I can feel everything," he gruffed, rolling his hips.

You hiccuped, mind melted as the sheer pleasure burned through your body. The duo held their positions buried in your holes till the base, their cocks stretching out your holes to the max. "Move," you whispered just loud enough for Changbin to set a rhythm. "Take it, princess. Take my cock," Changbin growled, his hips striking your ass. Wails escaped your lips, and your eyes rolled back. Chan groaned, looking away from your blissful face before he came from just that.

"Bin, bin," you sobbed, dragging your nails down Chan's chest. "Your Bin's right here, princess. Clench for us," Changbin groaned, digging his fingers into your hips. You whimpered, clenching as hard as you could around their cocks, "Hah, Fuck!" you cried, drooling at the pressure of Chan's cockhead pressed against your cervix. Chan tossed his head back, baring his neck, trying his hardest not to roll his hips. Changbin felt his knees buckle at you clench, "Shit princess, that grip could kill a man," he moaned, staring down at your quivering body. 

He raised his palm, laying a heavy smack on your ass before continuing his relentless thrusts, "Oh, oh, yes, yes" Changbin gasped, working his thigh muscles to bring you the most torturous pleasure. You broke down into mindless babbles and cries, leaving only Chan's touches to keep you sober. "You're so fucking pretty, baby," he groaned, lifting your chin to sync your lips together. Chan hummed, easily slipping his tongue with yours. 

You sniffled, weakly mimicking Chan's kisses. Chan smirked, licking the roof of your mouth to see your reaction. A shiver ran down your body causing you to clench. Chan grunted, tensing his jaw at the sudden grip and Changbin wasn't faring any better, "Good baby, so good," Chan said, syncing your lips once more to feel you clench again when he licked the roof of your mouth. Changbin whined, "Take my fucking cum, princess. Fuck!" he keened, burying his cock into the base, pressing firming against your puffy rim. 

"Yes, yes, yes, Bin," you mewled, eyes barely able to open. Chan shuddered a breath, clenching his jaw to hold off his appending orgasm. Changbin groaned, hissing as he carefully pulled out his cum drenched cock. He gulped at the sight of your drippy abused rim, gaping. "I'm going to lose my mind," he whispered, easily breaching your loose hole with his fist. Your whines instantly made Changbin remove his hand, "Maybe next time, princess," he said, cleaning off his mess. 

Chan hugged around your waist, "Let's make your pretty cunt gush, baby," he growled, already so close to cumming. You nodded mindlessly, head clouded with nothing by fuzz. Changbin turned on your vibrator and positioned it against your clit, "Squirt for us, princess. Make a mess," he commanded, hearing your scream. Chan groaned, bucking his hips up mercilessly, "Fucking, fuck," he gruffed, pounding his cock up your sloppy cunt. 

Changbin reached beneath and pushed the hood of your clit up as he aimed the vibrator. You wailed, thrashing in Chan's arms, "Ah, hah!" you cried, tears and drool coating Chan's pecs. Chan growled against your ear, nipping on it as he snapped his hips erratically, hitting beneath your cervix with precision, "Give it to me, cum for us, baby," he gruffed, holding you down even if you squirm. Your jaw slacked, body quivering hard around his cock, "Ah," you gasped, arching your back. The pressure built so strong, Chan's cock slipped out of your gushing cunt.

"That's it, baby girl," he groaned, slapping his cock against your slit before slipping it back in just to cum within your tight walls. Changbin wiped your body down, "Messy little princess," he chuckled, cleaning you and Chan up. Chan moved your body next to his, and he gently eased his cock out from your sensitive cunt, "Sorry if I was too rough, baby," he rasped, kissing your nose. Changbin lubed up a plug, "Binnie's got you, princess," he whispered, pressing the plug in carefully. 

Chan raised an eyebrow at the sight. "She wanted the stretch to last for a bit," Changbin said, rubbing the curve of your ass. Chan chuckled in disbelief, "I swear the both of you may just have signed my death wish," he said, laying back into the bed. Changbin rolled his eyes, "Says the one this close to knocking up my girlfriend," he teased, pressing two of his fingers together. "I couldn't help it, your little princess takes cock like a goddess," he yawned, pulling Changbin next to him.

"Hmph, but she's mine Channie hyung, get your own girlfriend," Changbin sulked, pulling you close to him. Chan laughed, "We'll see," he replied, patting Changbin's ass.

[violet-1atte]

Kinktober Day Twelve: Somnophilia - Changbin/Chan

Tags: smut, mildly dubious consent, top!Changbin, bottom!Chan, just Changbin being whipped for Chan

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Chan was so pretty when he slept. His hair, wavy from the shower he took the night before, fanned across the pillow and framed his cheeks. His cheeks were pink from being deep under a pile of blankets all night and there was a glow to them that was probably left from the sex he’d had before bed. His strawberry-pink lips were parted slightly. His pink tongue was visible through the small space. It would be so easy to dip a finger inside…

Changbin didn’t think of himself as greedy. He knew when to control himself, how much of anything was too much. Not when it came to Chan, however. When it came to Chan, he was insatiable. It didn’t matter that less than eight hours ago, he had fucked Chan into the mattress until he was crying. It didn’t matter that he had filled him up with his cum at least twice, and made Chan come three times. It didn’t matter that he had eaten him out in the shower after that to clean him, making him nearly collapse against the tiled walls. 

None of that mattered because he still wanted more. 

The longer Changbin watched Chan’s peacefully sleeping form, the more he wanted. There were only two times where Chan truly looked at peace. When he was asleep and when he was taking Changbin’s cock. So maybe the wires in Changbin’s brain were a little crossed. Maybe that’s why his cock was steadily hardening in his sweatpants just from seeing Chan sleeping peacefully in the bed. 

They had talked about this before. Chan said that Changbin could have him whenever he wanted, even if he was asleep. Changbin had never taken him up on that offer. But he had wanted to many times. Something held him back each time, mostly because he felt guilty waking Chan up. But also because even if Chan said it was okay, there was something about it that felt wrong, dirty. 

But right now, that only made him want it more. 

Chan had slept well last night. Better than he did most nights. Changbin still felt bad at the prospect of waking him up, but he didn’t think he could wait this time. Would Chan stay still like this? Breathing quietly, body soft and pliant, perfect for Changbin to use? Would he instead be reactive for Changbin just like he was when he was awake? Would he moan in his sleep, start having a wet dream, spread his legs more for Changbin on instinct? 

“Fuck,” Changbin said under his breath. He wanted to know. No, he needed to know. 

Carefully, Changbin rolled the blankets back. He bit his lip at the sight of Chan’s naked body, drank it in as the early morning rays danced across his skin in speckles of pink and orange. Splotches of purple decorated his smooth skin, the only blemish across the smooth expanse of his muscles. Some of them were older and more faded, others still had the vibrancy of a new bruise, placed there by Changbin’s lips just hours before. 

He took a few more moments to admire the elder, a small smile on his lips while he did so. Then he quietly grabbed the lube from where they left it on their bedside drawer and set it on the bed. Then, he began to carefully move between his legs. He pushed his thighs apart as gently as he could, adjusting his position with slow, steady movements that mimicked what he might make on his own while asleep. Chan stirred a little bit and he stopped, but as soon as Chan stilled he started again. 

Once he was safely between Chan’s parted thighs, he warmed up a little lube with his fingers and pressed his pointer finger against his hole.Chan moved again and let out a soft sigh and Changbin paused again. He really didn’t want to wake him before he got a little more sleep, but he had already made it this far. His desperation was too much. So he continued, pressing his finger all the way inside. Chan was still loose and stretched out from their previous activities and Changbin found it easy to push a second finger past his rim. He swallowed thickly when Chan clenched around him in his sleep, the reaction almost automatic. He looked up from where his hole was sucking his fingers in and noticed that his cock was beginning to harden as well, filling out where it rested against his thigh. It made something delicious burn in Changbin’s stomach to know that Chan was just as responsive even in his sleep. 

The third finger was a tighter fit than the second but Chan was still loose enough that it only took a moment for Changbin to be able to push them all the way in. Chan sighed again, but this time it sounded more like a moan. Changbin gave a gentle thrust of his fingers and watched as Chan’s abdomen tensed and his cock twitched. Changbin had to swallow back a groan at the sight. Changbin spread his fingers and Chan’s breath hitched. The faint light in the room showed his eyes moving rapidly under his lids, showing Changbin that he was dreaming. With the way his cock was beginning to leak, he figured his touches had triggered a wet dream. 

He removed his fingers after another moment when he decided Chan was definitely stretched enough to take his cock. He moved slowly so Chan still slept. He was letting out soft moans in his sleep even though he wasn't being touched anymore and the look on his sleeping face was one of bliss. 

Changbin rested his hands on Chan’s waist. He was so built and strong but it sometimes amazed Changbin how small he actually was. He held his breath and bit his lip as he pushed inside Chan. He nearly choked as his wet heat wrapped around him and the softness of his walls rubbed against his cock. He was still tight but he was so much more pliant in his sleep. There was none of the tension that usually followed Chan wherever he went. Just total calm. 

Once Changbin had given himself a few seconds to get used to the feeling of being inside Chan (no matter how often he was he would never get fully used to it), he began to move. Chan’s mouth fell open more and he moaned as Changbin gave the first deep thrust. He was slow, careful, and he wanted to take care of Chan. Give him a few more moments of blissful calm and pleasure before he woke. And maybe it was a little selfish, but he wanted to see Chan like this for a little longer. 

It was almost torture to fuck him so slow. Sweat beaded on Changbin’s forehead, not from the exertion that usually came with sex, but from the amount of restraint he was using. When Chan inevitably woke up, he would be able to fuck him harder. But for now he relished in the fact that each thrust had Chan’s body going rigid and had soft moans spilling from his mouth. Heat coiled in Changbin’s stomach and pleasure raced up his spine. He didn’t realize how worked up he was just from looking at Chan and fingering him until he’d gotten his cock inside him. He wasn’t going to last long. 

Changbin shifted his position a little to get more comfortable, a slight burn in his thighs already. His shift though caused his dick to hit right along Chan's prostate and the elder moaned loudly, his eyes finally peaking open. Changbin pouted a little but continued pushing into him. He didn’t want Chan to stop feeling good for even a second, and by now he was looking for his own high as well. 

“Bin–Binnie?” Chan asked, voice husky with sleep. He opened his mouth to continue but moaned instead as Changbin hit his prostate with his cock again. “ Ngh –Binnie, fuck,” he moaned, eyes falling shut again. He inhaled shakily and licked his lips. Changbin gave his waist a reassuring squeeze and brushed over his stomach with his thumb. 

“You want me to keep going, hyung?” he asked, just to be sure. He knew Chan had said before that this was okay, that he wanted to wake up to Chan fucking him, but if that had changed at all, he would stop immediately. 

“Y-yeah, s’good,” Chan slurred. 

“Good,” Changbin said, the corner of his lips turning up in a smirk. He picked up his pace a little bit, but focused more on giving Chan deep, precise thrusts. The sun had risen more outside and the warm morning light made Chan look so soft and gentle. Even though Changbin’s cock was aching and he twitched every time Chan clenched around him, he felt a bit sentimental. Chan’s beauty had a way of doing that to him. 

“Hah-how long were you– nngh -fuck, right there–” Chan managed when Changbin delivered a particularly hard thrust. Oh, how Chan’s sounds drove him mad . Chills ran up and down his spine and more blood rushed to his cock. 

“How long, what, hyung?” Changbin asked, a bit of condescension dripping into his tone. 

“H-how long’ve you been fuckin’ me?” Chan finished, a deep red spreading across his pretty cheeks, one that was pinker than the sunrise had been. 

“Not too long,” Changbin responded, followed by a moan when Chan’s hole squeezed around him. “You–shit–you just looked so pretty. Can never get enough of you so I couldn’t wait. I didn’t wanna wake you.” 

A small smile made its way onto Chan’s face. “That’s okay. I’ll never mind getting woken up like this,” he said, which was evident by how hard he was clenching around Changbin and how hard and red his pretty cock was. 

“You were still loose,” Changbin commented through gritted teeth as he rolled his hips. Chan gasped, throwing his head back. “Didn’t even need to prep you.” Changbin could feel himself getting closer, Chan’s reactions to his words and touches alone enough to get him off. The coil of heat in his belly was tightening and it would only be a few more minutes before it snapped. 

“Sh-shit, Binnie,” Chan whined, a bit of his accent slipping through with the closer he got. Changbin loved when Chan’s accent slipped out when he spoke Korean, especially because that was a tell-tale sign he was about to come. 

“You gonna come for me, Channie-hyung?” Changbin asked, punctuating his words with a sharp thrust. Chan responded with a gasp and a quick nod of his head. “Good, you look so pretty when you come,” he said softly, his thumb rubbing along his stomach once again. “Go on, you can touch yourself if you need to.” Chan never really had to ask him for permission for anything, but he liked to receive it anyway. He spent so much time having to be in charge and having to know what to do that sometimes it was just nice to have someone else do it for him. 

Chan reached down and wrapped his hand around his cock, timing the pumps of his fist with Changbin’s thrusts. Changbin had been fucking him slow and deep the whole time but now he couldn’t resist picking up his thrusts. Pleasure zipped up his spine at the sight of Chan jerking off his leaking cock and the feeling of his walls around his cock. He rolled his hips a few more times before he came with a groan, filling Chan up with his cum. 

Chan keened as Changbin rode out his orgasm, twitching inside him. Changbin coming was enough to tip him over the edge and he let out a long whine as he came all over his stomach. Changbin’s cock twitched again at the sight of Chan’s blissed-out face as he came, but he tried to keep his arousal at bay. “So pretty, hyung,” he hummed, reaching up to caress Chan’s cheek. Chan hummed softly as he did. His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths. 

“I’m gonna have to take another shower now,” he said with a playful pout. 

Changbin rolled his eyes. “That’s all you have to say? I see how it is,” he responded, shaking his head. Chan laughed and suddenly an idea popped into Changbin’s mind. “Actually…I have a better way to clean you up.” 

Chan raised his eyebrows and tilted his head. “Huh? How–oh.” 

Changbin pulled out and pushed himself back, dipping his head between Chan’s thighs. Chan shivered around him and he smirked as he got to work. It was a nice way to clean him up, but it was also an excuse to continue touching him, because Changbin truly would never get enough.

[skz-fanfic-recs]

goodbye, earl! by velooscuro

a circle of eight, accusations flinging. the body, with an ornate knife dug in up to the hilt in its throat, is not present, but it might as well be; everybody present has the body etched in their minds. the look of horror on its face, the blood splatter against its pale skin—it’s unforgettable stuff. seungmin eyes the others warily. all this suspicion, all this investigation, all this accusation, and they’re not any closer to the truth. and then felix steps forward, shushing everybody else without a word. he raises a trembling hand, and, with an unsteady voice, confesses, “i-it was me. i killed him.” wherein a weekend away turns sinister—or was it sinister from the start?

[superwhumpage]

Posted a ChanLix two-shot (with some background OT8, background Binchan and Hyunchan). It's set in the universe of my other series. A little spicey, a little angsty, some hurt comfort. <3

your plan and those slow hands - Chapter 1 - SuperWhumpage - Stray Kids (Band) [Archive of Our Own]

[wenyousi]

[anautumncarol]

boycott love

There truly was something ironic in asking the first man to make Chan ponder the reality of love at first sight to tattoo “boycott love” on his chest.

Chan is tired, on the verge of burnt out, so when Jisung asks him if he wants to go out, of course he'll wound up getting his first tattoo. And if the tattoo artist so happens to be the hottest man he's ever seen, that's for him to pathetically keep to himself.

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[bangrychannie]

Stray Kids Fic Recs

Hello! Recently I have become a stray kids fan and have fallen into a rabbit hole of fanfiction. Various pairings bc I don't care what the pair is just that it's stray kids related lmao. Added a line break bc there's a lot. Also feel free to rec me skz fics please bc I'm always reading

the book of us; electricity: (Seungjin | 10/10 | 84,966 | teen and up)

HJ @hyunfortunately 5h ;-; i was at the store and this song was playing over the speakers and i tried to remember some lyrics so i could search it up later but i can’t find it this is TRAGIC HJ @hyunfortunately 5h it was in korean and it’s kind of got rock-pop-balladish vibes and the first line of it was “neoneun neo neoneun na” if anyone knows it PLEASE tell me Seungmin doesn’t like to interact with other people on Twitter, but the questions seems almost aimed to him. He hits reply and types, “Try Hi Hello by Day6.” [Seungmin falls for Hyunjin from 2000 miles away. He expected that it would be inconvenient. He didn't expect quite how much Hyunjin would change his life.]

Genuinely one of the best fics I've ever read. It reads like a love letter to high school in the best way possible.

so this is what love is by dwaekinz: (Seungjin | 4/4 | 43,743 | teen and up)

seungmong_22 Hi, Hyunjin! My name is Seungmin. I'm Felix's friend, I hope he's mentioned me before…? Ha. We met online two years ago. I know it's unexpected But I kind of need your help hyuntothejin Me??? After 2 years of online friendship, Seungmin has finally found the time and saved up enough money to visit Felix for his birthday. In order for the surprise to work, he recruits the help of Felix's brother, Hyunjin, and together they spend the next three months forging a plan as well as a friendship of their own— or maybe something more.

So cute and fluffy no notes

Endgame by Raesan (Minsung | 9/9 | 150,840 | Explicit)

Jisung didn’t mean to procrastinate, but he didn’t think that all the clubs would be full in just a week. He sighed, seeing that only one club still had availability. Too bad he didn’t know shit about chess. Or what happens when Jisung, captain of the college soccer team, meets Minho, the number 2 ranked chess player in the country.

This fic is genuinely SO GOOD lol I think about it every day

reply hazy, try again by mrehk (BinChan | 1/1 | 14,951 | Explicit)

Changbin’s calculus tutor is Bang Chan. Smile wide, eyes shining, curly hair wild around his head. He’s got his backpack slung over one arm, those fuck ass chino shorts with a five inch inseam that make Changbin’s mouth water— and, goddamn, he’s wearing a fucking cropped t-shirt. Jisung and Seungmin are going to string Changbin up and have their way with public humiliation when they hear about this. (OR: solving for the derivative of l+o+v+e)

Funny and cute, I love idiots in love and that's what this is

Also mrehk is a fantastic writer so if you like this fic there's way more where that came from

i will protect you (gothic font) by mrehk (Minsung | 1/1 | 16,661 | Explicit)

Seungmin ignores him, smacking the folder onto the desk, flipping it open without looking, sliding it across the surface towards Minho. “It doesn’t matter. This was in the lease. You signed, right—” he taps the bottom corner, Minho’s initials perfectly legible. “Here.” “Excuse me?” Minho leans forward. “Paragraph nineteen subsection C,” Seungmin says, not even looking down as he recites the document word for word. “Lease is not voidable in the case of suspected paranormal activity.” He pounds his finger on the period. Minho laughs. A short, barked thing, completely disbelieving. “You’re kidding me.” “I’m really not,” Seungmin’s face pinches up into the sort of fake, squinted smile someone gives when they’re being an asshole. No remorse. (OR: Minho has ghosts, Jisung hunts ghosts)

Another funny one by mrehk my beloved

one day to fall in love (countless ones to love you) by whatifidbeenthatauthor (Minsung | 1/1 | 22,018 | Mature)

Minho stopped in his tracks. He turned to face Han Jisung. He looked unbothered, still going on about his way. “You didn’t say Hi,” Minho said, forcing the voice to come out of his throat. “You always say hi, hyung.” Jisung turned to look at him, a smile playing on his lips. He looked amused. Minho’s mind wasn’t keeping up. “Today’s different, I guess,” Jisung shrugged. “I went with a variation.” Minho would have found him insufferable, but he didn’t have the mental capacity to process the frustrating sensation that usually accompanied Jisung’s presence. Minho blurted out something that might have him sent to a madhouse. “No. I’ve lived today six times. You- you always say hi, hyung.” He felt crazy. More than usual. Jisung laughed. “What the fuck,” he said, and Minho knew he sounded insane, but could this kid please not be so arrogant? “Me, too. I thought I was the only one,” he continued, and he changed Minho’s life. *** Minho's life is boring, predictable, borderline uneventful. Until he gets stuck in a time loop. And, with him, his friends' friend, Han Jisung, a crazy dude who's only into skating. And whom Minho doesn't necessarily like.

I love time loop/time travel fics if anyone wants a list of specifically those lmk lmao

(never) have your fill of me by lolainslackss (Minsung | 3/3 | 36,028 | Explicit)

“How often can he possibly be having sex that it’s disturbing you this much?” Hyunjin asks, disbelieving. “He has sex, like, every day. And then again at night, sometimes.” Jisung makes a noise of distress. He drags his hands down his face before balling them into fists beneath his chin. “It’s just . . . so distracting, Hyunjin.” “Distracting,” Hyunjin repeats, giving Jisung a meaningful smirk. “Oh, I bet it is.” “Aw,” Jisung whines. “Why’d you have to say it like that?” “Like what?” “Like you think I wish I were the one he were fucking, instead.” “Because you do, don’t you, or are we pretending we both don’t know that?” Hyunjin’s gaze flits over to Minho before it swiftly cuts back to Jisung, all-knowing. “You’d let him do anything to you. Am I wrong?” - In which PhD student Han Jisung unleashes a succubus from a magical book, winds up living with him, and then forms a sex pact with him.

I also have a lot of demon fic recs so lmk

36 Questions That May Lead to Love by bluecalicocat (Minsung | 1/1 | 17,282 | Teen and Up)

generic username @realhanjisung yo my friend wants to be a therapist, can someone pls fake date me so he can practice counseling couples? i have 3 cats @leeknow deal

This fic is so funny

Searching for My Heart in Yours by lk321 (minsung | 5/5 | 36,995 | General)

When Jisung moves to Miroh, a town in the middle of nowhere, all he’s looking for is some peace and quiet. Instead, what he finds is a prickly witch for a neighbor by the name of Minho, who accidentally spills a potion on Jisung and forms a psychic bond between them, opening Jisung to whole new world of magic. As Minho tries to find a cure for their predicament, Jisung finds himself pulled into Minho's lively and magical life. It's not the peace and quiet Jisung was looking for, but as Jisung gets to know the witch through the emotions they're forced to share, Jisung realizes that the answers he’s searching for in life might just lie here in Miroh, in places he least expects.

Feels like a warm hug

the long game by floraii (HyunSung | 1/1 | 16,045 | Teen and Up)

“Anyway,” he continues, voice still sultry, “I’ve been seeing you in class, and I was just wondering—” he moves his hand to curl around a strand of his hair. “Could I get your number?” Han Jisung’s big brown eyes blink again. His gaze darts to his lips, then to his notebook, then up to his eyes. “To study?” “Yeah,” Hyunjin blurts without thinking. What the fuck? Study? What is happening? Why is he agreeing?

Hyunjin has a type. It’s not usually shy boys in his Intro to Statistics class with big round eyes and glasses, but Han Jisung is different.

This fic was so funny I was actually laughing out loud

I have plenty more where that came from! So there will be more recs soon

[angel-fic-recs]

STRAY KIDS PAIRINGS MASTERLIST

(N.B : I prefer not reading any pairings with Woojin for now. I apologise for the ones who wanted to find stories with him.)

(N.B 2 : the list will be updated when I post a fanfiction with a new pairing)

Minsung

Changlix

Chanlix

Changjin

Binchan

Hyunin

[violet-1atte]

Kinktober Day Seventeen: Threesome - 3Racha

Tags: Top!Chan, top!Changbin, bottom!Jisung, unprotected sex, spitroasting, oral sex, anal sex, married!Binchan

AO3 Link

The music of the club was loud enough to make the floors vibrate and the lights were brighter than the colorful drink Changbin was sipping on. The ring on his left hand glinted in the light, perfectly matching the one on Chan’s same finger. They were both at the club for the same purpose. Despite being happily married for three years, their relationship remained open, and they were on the lookout for someone to take home for the night. One thing they’d both agreed on when it came to hookups was that they both had to be interested. 

And so far, no one had caught their eye. 

They were on their second or third drink of the night, Changbin drinking some fancy cocktail while Chan stuck to more basic drinks. There were a few guys they had seen who appeared single and were pretty attractive, but none of them were exactly what they were looking for. They definitely had a type (other than each other), and were very particular when it came to taking other men home. So it almost seemed like their venture for that night might come up fruitless. 

But then the most stunning man they had ever laid eyes on walked up to the bar to order a drink. Chan and Changbin immediately looked at each other, silently communicating with a single look. Him . 

Chan was the first to stand and then Changbin followed as he walked over to him. He was ridiculously pretty. Big doe eyes that gave him an almost innocent look, but the tight ripped jeans he was wearing that were covered in rips over the thighs and loose crop top that showed the majority of his stomach showed otherwise. He had some sort of sparkly lipgloss on and a glittery smokey eye that suited his big brown eyes nicely. If there was one word to describe him, it would be edible. 

“Mind if we buy you a drink?” Chan asked, sitting down on the stool next to the man. His eyes widened and he first looked at Chan but then he twisted around to look at Changbin when he sat on his opposite side. Changbin smirked when his throat bobbed before he gave them a small nod. 

“Yeah, sure,” he breathed. Chan quirked an eyebrow up. His voice was deeper than he was expecting but it suited him nonetheless. It was velvety soft, fitting well with his round face and pouty lips. 

“What’s your name, pretty?” Changbin asked, tilting his head. He could tell Chan was holding back a laugh when the man’s breath hitched at the pet name. 

“Uhm, it’s Jisung,” he said, wetting his lips. Jisung . What a nice name. 

He looked between the two of them. “What are your names?” 

“I’m Chan,” Chan said, flashing him a charming smile. 

“I’m Changbin. Cute name, right?” Changbin asked, giggling afterwards. Chan rolled his eyes but Jisung glanced down and smiled softly, seemingly amused with Changbin’s antics. 

“Ignore him, he likes to be weird,” Chan said, shaking his head. 

“That’s okay,” Jisung said, his smile brightening. “I like weird.” 

Changbin’s heart nearly exploded. He felt his cheeks warming and he and Chan shared a look. This Jisung was already almost too perfect. 

They ordered his drink for him when the bartender came, both saying he could get whatever he wanted, no matter how expensive, he just had to make sure to stay somewhat sober. That made his round cheeks darken with a pretty blush and his eyes widened slightly. They wanted to make their intentions known but didn’t want to be too pushy about it. Jisung seemed to reciprocate their attraction though, judging by the way he continued to blush at whatever they said, occasionally letting out soft giggles and tucking his hair behind his ears. He was absolutely adorable. 

They talked for a bit after Jisung got his drink (which was twice as sweet as any drink Changbin would ever get) and learned he was in his final year of college and was studying to become a producer. That made Chan and Changbin go into an excited rant about their own careers as producers, to which Jisung listened with great interest. He looked between the two of them with stars sparkling in his pretty brown eyes, occasionally making a little “o” with his lips whenever they said something that particularly interested or surprised him. It was becoming increasingly clear that he was the right choice for someone to take home. Maybe even take on a date. But they would discuss that a little later. 

Once Jisung was on his second drink, the anticipation was too great. Changbin was getting antsy and both he and Chan were getting more touchy; resting a hand on Jisung’s arm, his waist, once tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. And Jisung was getting squirmy, their touches and the slight buzz from the alcohol setting a fire underneath his skin. 

“Would you like to come dance with us, Jisung-ah?” Chan asked softly, resting a hand on Jisung’s thigh. Changbin grinned, glad he took the first step. His hand slipped around Jisung’s waist and Jisung’s breath hitched in his throat. 

“S-sure, yeah, I’d like that,” he said, licking his lips. Chan smirked and they all stood up from the bar to move out among the other dancing clubbers. 

Changbin’s hands found Jisung first–he slipped behind him and wrapped his hands around Jisung’s small waist, giving it a light squeeze. “You're so small,” he whispered in Jisung’s ear. Jisung was slightly taller than him–even more so with the platform boots he was wearing–and he certainly was not tall himself, but he was well built and muscular. Jisung was petite, tiny, and so much smaller than the both of them in everything other than height. He was almost worried they’d break him if they weren’t careful. 

“Such a pretty little thing,” Chan said, hooking his finger underneath Jisung’s chin. Changbin felt Jisung shudder underneath his hands and he smirked as he rested his head on his shoulder. He began swaying with the beat, hips pressed against Jisung’s ass in front of him. 

“The prettiest,” Changbin agreed, pressing a chaste kiss to the side of Jisung’s neck. Jisung whimpered softly, not loud enough for anyone else to hear over the music, but loud enough for both Chan and Changbin to hear. 

“You’re–you’re both so–” Jisung started, struggling to find the words. 

“So what?” Chan asked, tilting his head. He wrapped his hand around the side of Jisung’s neck and ran his thumb up and down over his Adam's apple. 

“So–so hot ,” he said, a hint of a whine in his voice. “I don’t know how–how you want me .” 

Changbin scoffed as he ran his hands over Jisung’s bare stomach. “Have you seen yourself?” 

“You’re gorgeous,” Chan elaborated. He pressed his thumb against Jisung’s bottom lip and tilted his head up slightly. “We’d been here quite a while looking for someone. We knew we wanted you as soon as you stepped in those doors.” 

Jisung whined for real then and his hips pressed back against Changbin’s hips. Changbin hissed and his grip on Jisung’s waist tightened. “Fuck, Chan,” Changbin muttered, inhaling slow and deep. 

“Ah, you two look so pretty together,” Chan said with a smile, admiring the affected expression on his husband’s face–eyebrows furrowed together and his cheeks all pink–it matched well with Jisung’s expression. “Would you like to come home with us?” He moved the hand that was on Jisung’s neck and intertwined his fingers with Jisung’s. 

Jisung began to nod and opened his mouth to respond, but that was the moment he looked at their joined hands and noticed the ring on Chan’s finger. His eyebrows knitted together and clear arousal on his face morphed into a look of concern and worry. “I–you’re married,” he stated simply, looking up at Chan. “I-I can’t do that, that’d be cheating and I–” 

Chan’s eyes widened before he laughed and Changbin cooed behind him. Jisung pouted in confusion. “Oh, honey,” Chan said sweetly, squeezing his hand. “Yes, I am married. And so is Changbin. We’re married to each other . Binnie is my husband.” 

“Oh… oh .” Jisung’s eyes widened as realization dawned on him and Chan chuckled softly. 

“So there’s nothing to worry about, yeah? We’re both very much in on this and very much into you. So if you’re okay with it, we’d still like to take you home.” 

“Mhm,” Changbin hummed behind him. “It’d be an honor to have such a pretty boy in our bed.” 

Jisung keened and nodded eagerly, all worries gone now that he knew they were together and there was nothing wrong about this. “Yes, please. Take me home with you.” 

They went to the bar and closed their tabs and then called a taxi since all three of them had drunk. Their home wasn’t that far away but they wanted to get there as fast as possible. Jisung remained just as shy and sweet the entire ride there and he was a blushing mess as they made their way inside. They let him have a moment to gather himself as they walked to their shared bedroom, but as soon as the door was closed behind them, they pounced. 

Chan kissed him first, firm and so deep that Jisung nearly collapsed in his arms. “You’re so fucking sexy,” Chan growled, pulling Jisung against his chest. “How has no one snatched you up yet?” 

“So glad we got to you first at the club,” Changbin mused. He pressed kisses to the back and side of Jisung’s neck and slid his hands under his crop top to play with his nipples. Jisung spasmed and arched, his lips parting with a moan. Changbin grinned and Chan smiled against his skin where he’d begun leaving kissing and bites on the underside of his jaw. “So sensitive here.” He pinched his nipples between his fingers and Jisung mewled. 

“Please,” he whined, arching his back so that his ass pressed directly against Changbin. He bit his lip when he felt Changbin’s hardness through his jeans. 

“Please what?” Chan asked. “Use your words, yeah?” 

“Please–please touch me. Anywhere. I just–hnng I want you to fuck me,” Jisung said, squeezing his eyes shut as the embarrassing words left his mouth. 

“Which one of us?” Changbin asked as he squeezed Jisung’s pec. “Mm you’ve almost got boobs like a girl…so nice.” 

Jisung whined, chewing on his bottom lip. “ Hyungg .” 

“You’re so loud and we’ve barely done anything yet,” Chan said. He licked over a mark he had just left on Jisung’s throat and chills went down Jisung’s spine. “Come on, tell us exactly what you want.” 

“I don’t care who fucks me,” Jisung said, desparate. “Just want one of you. I want–want the other one in my mouth,” he said quietly, so quiet that they barely heard him. 

Chan groaned in response and rolled his hips forward to meet Jisung’s. He was instantly met with the outline of Jisung’s hard cock in his jeans and he bit his lip. “Fuck. I think I want to fuck you this time. Wanna take his mouth, Binnie?” he asked, looking over Jisung’s shoulder at Changbin. Changbin nodded, giving one last flick to Jisung’s nipple. 

“I like the sound of that. How’s that sound, pretty?” he asked Jisung. Jisung nodded. 

“Yes please, just wanna be full.” 

“Shit, Such a pretty mouth but so filthy.” 

They moved to the bed and began helping Jisung strip, removing his crop top first and then his jeans and underwear. They took their time admiring and worshiping him, covering his entire body in purple and red marks. By the time they were done with him he was a whining, moaning mess, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. His cock was achingly hard against his stomach and precum dribbled from the tip down his shaft. 

“He’s even got a pretty cock,” Chan said and he ran his hands up Jisung’s milky thighs. He shuddered and Changbin pressed a kiss to the lip of his cock, licking the salty precum off his lips. 

“Hyungs, please,” Jisung whimpered. “I need you now, please.” 

“Alright, let’s get you prepped then,” Chan hummed. He got up to go get the lube from their dresser but Jisung stopped him. “Everything okay, love?” 

“I–yes, just…you won’t need to prep me. I prepped before I went out,” Jisung said, giving them a bashful smile. “I have a plug in me.” 

“Holy shit ,” Changbin practically moaned. Arousal zipped up and down his spine and boiled in his stomach. Chan looked a little lightheaded. 

“All that acting shy and you’re already prepped? Hoping to get fucked tonight? Naughty boy,” Chan said teasingly. 

“A-and you don’t need to use a condom, I’m–I’m clean, I just got checked,” Jisung said, wetting his lips nervously. “If that’s okay with you guys and you’re…you’re clean too.” 

“We get checked once a month,” Changbin explained. “Since we like to keep our relationship open.” 

“So that means you can have whatever you want, baby,” Chan said with a smirk. He walked back over to the bed and stood between Jisung’s knees, bending down to press a kiss to his lips. “I want you on your hands and knees, yeah? So you can take both of us at the same time easily.” 

Jisung’s head spun as he scrambled up to get on his hands and knees. He arched his back a little and spread his knees so that his hole was on display and they could see the pink gem that was attached to the end of the plug. Chan swore under his breath as he got behind Jisung and took in the sight of his plugged hole. “Changbin, come and look at this.” 

Changbin was quick to listen. He came over and he exhaled slowly. “Shit. That’s so hot. Can’t believe he’s already all prepared for you.” 

Chan grinned and grabbed the back of Changbin’s neck to pull him in for a kiss. Jisung heard them and craned his neck so he could see and let out a little whimper. “Aww, baby’s feeling left out, huh?” 

“S’just hard to see,” Jisung said with a pout. 

“N’aw,” Chan cooed, bending down to press a kiss to the curve of Jisung’s ass. “Don’t worry, we’re gonna take good care of you. Isn’t that right, Binnie?” 

Changbin hummed in agreement and rubbed Jisung’s waist. “Such good care.” He moved away from Chan then and got on his knees in front of Jisung so that his cock was right in front of his face. Jisung looked delectable like this, back curved so his ass pushed towards Chan while he looked up at Changbin with wide eyes. He opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out a bit. A string of saliva dripped down from the tip of his tongue and ran down his chin. Changbin wiped it up with his fingertip and pushed it back onto Jisung’s tongue. “Look at him, Channie.” 

“Mm, so pretty,” Chan responded. Jisung whimpered at the praise and Chan grabbed the gem of the plug to give it a little pull. “You like being praised, hm? Absolutely gorgeous .” 

“P-please, please fuck me,” Jisung begged, letting out a cry as Chan pushed the plug back inside of him, deeper. 

“Impatient,” Changbin said. “Should put that mouth of yours to good use.” 

Jisung moaned but the sound was quickly muffled by Changbin pushing the tip of his cock past his lips. Jisung took a deep breath through his nose and flattened his tongue along the underside of his cock. Changbin tangled his hands in his hair and pushed him further along his dick and Jisung’s eyes fluttered shut as he relaxed his jaw and throat. 

“Fuck, he’s so good at taking cock,” Chan said to Changbin as he watched Jisung’s lips wrap around Changbin’s thick length. He finally pulled the plug all the way out and set it aside on the sheets. He stuffed two fingers inside Jisung’s hole and Jisung let out a muffled moan around Changbin’s cock. “So fucking loose . Gonna feel so good around my cock.” 

Chan shuffled around and grabbed Jisung’s hips as he lined himself up, then in one move he pushed inside to the hilt. Jisung gasped, Changbin’s cock slipped from his mouth, but Changbin was quick to push him back onto him. “C’mon, you can take us both.” 

��Shit,” Chan groaned. “He felt so loose around my fingers but he’s so tight around me.” He squeezed Jisung’s hips and began to thrust into him, the drag of Jisung’s wet walls along his cock sending sparks of pleasure through his stomach. He was quick to pick up his pace and the force of his hips slapping into Jisung’s ass forced him to take Changbin deeper. 

“Anyone would feel tight around your–mmmg–your big cock, Channie,” Changbin gritted, his grip on Jisung’s hair tightening when he hallowed his cheeks and sucked. “Ngh–Jisungie, your mouth.” 

“I’ll get his mouth next time, yeah?” Chan said as he delivered a particularly sharp thrust, hitting Jisung’s prostate. Jisung inhaled sharply and whimpered around Changbin’s cock. His back arched and he pushed his ass back to take Chan deeper. 

“Ne-next time?” Changbin stuttered breathlessly. “So we’re in agreement then…” 

Jisung’s eyelashes fluttered as he looked up at Changbin, his brain too fuzzy to register what any of the words they were saying meant. He just knew that it felt so good to be stuffed full from both ends and that Chan was fucking him so well, sending waves of pleasure washing over his body. He was getting close, and now that Chan was angling his hips to hit his prostate, he could feel the hot coils of his arousal tightening, getting ready to spring free. 

Chan gritted his teeth and pulled Jisung’s hips against him as he slammed his hips forward, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the bedroom. “Hnng fuck, fuck, I’m already close. Gonna fill you up til you’re dripping ,” he groaned. Jisung moaned and his eyes rolled back. The moan vibrated around Changbin’s cock and his breath hitched. 

“Me too, shit ,” he whimpered, biting his lip. “Can I–can I come down his throat, hyung?” he asked, looking at Chan through wet lashes. Chan’s eyes widened because he didn’t even notice when Changbin had started getting teary eyed, but the sight nearly pushed him over the edge. 

“Ohh–fuck, yeah, you can come. How’s that sound, Jisung-ah, want Binnie’s cum down your throat?” 

Jisung nodded the best he could and swirled his tongue around Changbin’s shaft. Changbin moaned, and with permission from both of them he reached his climax and spilled his cum down Jisung’s throat. Jisung’s eyes watered a little and he gagged but he continued swallowing, even when some dribbled down his chin. Changbin slipped his cock out of Jisung’s mouth and he gasped for air. His eyes were glassy as he looked up at him. 

“Can I–can I come too? Please hyungs?” he asked. His voice was wrecked raw from having Changbin’s cock in his mouth. Chan nodded and Changbin and he gave Jisung a smile. 

“Yeah, you can come,” Changbin said. 

Jisung whined as he reached between his legs and began to pump his cock. He was leaking so much that he didn’t even need any lube to make the glide smoother and it didn’t take much touch for him to fall over the edge, the jabs of Chan’s cock against his prostate doing enough. He came hard with a loud cry and spilled all over his hand. 

He collapsed forward on the bed, face pressed into the mattress. Chan began to pull out but he quickly protested. “No, no, come inside me please. Fill me up like you promised.” 

Changbin swore under his breath and Chan dug his fingers into his waist. “Are you sure that’s not too much?” He didn’t want to accidentally hurt him or cause the overstimulation to be too intense. 

“‘M sure, you can come in me. Please. Fill me up with your cum,” Jisung breathed.

“Fuck,” Chan muttered. He slammed his cock back inside Jisung and began to fuck into him relentlessly, chasing after his own release. He avoided Jisung’s prostate but Jisung made sure to clench around him, providing him with more friction. His thrusts got sloppier and it was only another minute before he shoved his cock deep and spilled inside him, filling Jisung up with his cum like he promised. Jisung moaned as he did and his cock twitched weakly between his legs, but he was spent. 

“Gonna plug you up with my cum,” Chan whispered. Jisung nodded sleepily, moaning a little as Chan slipped the plug inside him. Chan helped him roll over onto his back and he sighed. Changbin was stroking his hair softly and the touches had him close to falling asleep. He could get used to this. 

“Hey, you’re gonna have to get up so we can clean you up and get you ready for bed,” Changbin said softly, tapping Jisung’s cheek. 

Jisung looked up through bleary eyes. “You’re letting me stay?” he asked, surprise lacing his tone. 

Chan glanced at Changbin first and then down at Jisung. “Yeah, of course. If you want to.” 

Jisung smiled softly and nodded. “I would like that.” He did feel like a bit of an intruder when he caught sight of their matching rings again, but he supposed that if they both wanted him here he didn’t have much to worry about. 

Chan and Changbin smiled at each other and Chan leaned across Jisung’s body to give him a soft kiss. “Good. Let’s get you cleaned up now. Come help me Changbin.” 

Changbin nodded and got up to follow Chan to get some water bottles and some wet cloths. They gave each other a look as they heated the water, silently communicated everything that needed to be said. They would have to talk more in the morning because it was clear Jisung held the possibility of becoming something more. But for now they would all rest and let any deep conversation wait until morning.