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[weird-bookworm]

3:41 ᴘᴍ

chan was asleep.

you had been just staring at him for the past few minutes, and if you hadn't been so distracted by his beauty, maybe you would have thought of your actions as slightly creepy.

he was beautiful. his hair was ruffled, slightly crazy from the sleep, but framed his face perfectly. his lashes curled against his cheeks, and his eyebrows were relaxed, free from everyday stress and worries.

your eyes flitted to the bridge of his nose, and the urge to just boop him was irresistible. before you could even register, your hand moved at it's own accord, and your fingertip touched the tip of his nose gently, but swiftly.

his nose scrunched adorably in response, the touch not quite enough to wake him up. you covered your head with the duvet and let out a silent screech— cuteness aggression was very very real.

emerging out of your temporary cocoon, you continued to stare at him. his lips were soft and plush, slightly open to take shallow breaths. they were a little chapped, but so enticingly pink that not kissing him was proving to be very hard.

you mentally decided that today was the day you would show him just how adorable he was. end goal? fluster him as much as possible.

taglist: @eternalgyu @aaniag @haecien @addicsvt @arafilez @kikohao @bittersweet-folder

[thru-the-grapevine]

(content warning: reader gets periods)

[7:21 PM] “Go away,” you groaned when a knock came at your door. Your cramps were killing you, and you were not in the mood to try and socialize, even with your roommate.

There was a slight pause. “Oh, uh…are you sure?”

You opened your eyes and glared for a long moment at the ceiling. Not the roommate. Chan. How were you supposed to say no to Chan? You knew his feelings would be hurt if you turned him away.

“Fine, come in at your own risk,” You mumbled. “Sorry in advance if I’m really grouchy. Just…pain.”

You closed your eyes again and heard the door ease open.

“I came to help,” Chan said quietly. You heard him pad across the carpet, felt him sit on the edge of your bed.

You lifted your hand and settled your forearm over your eyes. “I swear I appreciate it, but unless you have a way to gouge my uterus out–”

“Just hear me out,” Chan rushed, and you heard the sound of something being set down next to you.

“First, I know you have your own stuffies, but maybe Mr. Snuggles can help keep you company? He’s really good for squeezing when the pain is bad.”

You lifted your arm slightly and cracked open an eye. The gaze of a familiar sparkly red stuffed dragon met yours. Despite the pain, you felt the urge to smile pulling at the corner of your mouth. You’d discovered this little guy sitting at the end of Chan’s bed at his place before he could hide it away, and you’d been pouting and begging to get a glimpse of him ever since.

“Also, I made these. My sister says she really enjoys them when she’s in pain, too, that she got the recipe from you?”

You could smell something warm and chocolate as a little package wrapped in parchment paper appeared next to Mr. Snuggles. The only recipe you could remember having given his sister was one for brownies, and you felt your appetite perk up for the first time all day.

“And then your roommate helped me make this.”

A thermos appeared on top of the parchment paper package.

“It’s that tea that you like. I, uh…your roommate spilled the secret of the different flavors you mix together to make it, so I got those teas and gave it a shot. It’s probably not all-the-way perfect, but–”

“Are you sugar personified or something?” You interrupted, lifting your arm away from your face completely and looking at Chan.

He blinked. “Uh…”

You felt your face grow hot. “You’re just…being really sweet. When you don’t have to be. You made my special tea?”

Understanding dawned on Chan’s face, and then his ears turned pink.

“Of course I don’t have to be sweet, but I want to be,” Chan insisted. “It’s what good boyfriends do.”

“Always so worried about what good boyfriends should do,” You murmured, nudging the gifts aside. “C’mere.”

Chan smiled and scooted up the bed, laying next to you and letting you wrap him in a hug.

You tucked your face against his collarbone. “Mr. Snuggles is probably good for cuddling, but you’re better.”

Chan laughed. “Thanks, love.”

“Thank you,” you mumbled into his t-shirt collar, snuggling closer. “Wanna share a brownie in a minute?”

“Don’t you want to try the tea first? It took me a long time to get the mix just right-”

“Do you want a brownie or not?”

“Yes. They smelled amazing baking.”

[lonelystczennie]

“I Like Being Yours”

Chan x Reader

Summary: Just a lil blurb about making Chan blush in the morning

Warnings: Suggestive, not proofread

A/N: Hey, I actually posted over here again!

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"Morning." Chan's voice is low and raspy with sleep, his smile crooked against his pillow as he grins at you. "Sleep okay?"

"Mhm, even with your snoring." You said teasingly, stretching slowly.

You roll over to sit up next to him in the bed, huffing from the minimal effort. Staring down at him dreamily.

Chan’s stretched across the bed, body lax as he basks in the morning light that streams through the bedroom curtains. He's wearing a pair of loose shorts and nothing else, as usual for him, giving you a glorious view of his toned chest and arms.

"What's that look for?" He asked, even though he knows perfectly well, he can read your eyes better than anyone, but he still likes to hear you say it.

“I just like you.” You said simply, making him grin.

“Yeah?” He chuckled, reaching a hand over to rub your hip soothingly. “How come?”

“Cause you’re cute, and funny,” You lean over him, punctuating your words with the barest of kisses to his lips. “And sweet, and sexy, and kind, and handsome.”

“Sexy?” He blinked up at you in surprise.

“Yeah,” You chuckled. “What?”

“I don’t know, you’ve just never called me that before.” He said, blushing lightly.

“Well, we need to fix that, because I think you’re very sexy.” You said, sitting back up to look at him. “I think you’re sexy when you drive with only one hand, so you can hold onto my thigh or hand. I think you’re sexy when you’re focused working on a new song, and of course when you perform. And when you work out, cause I remember that you could throw or push me around if you wanted to, but you don’t because you’re a gentleman, which is also super sexy.”

His face flushed an even deeper shade red.

“And the little noise you make when we kiss.”

“What?!” He laughed. “What noise?”

“You make this cute little hum noise.” You grinned.

“Okay, I think I get it.” He said, hiding his face in pillows in embarrassment

“But I’m not done yet!” You giggled. “I also think your eyes are sexy, and your voice, and your laugh-”

“This list is getting long.” He complained.

“Well, that's because I think everything about you is sexy.” You said.

“Really?” He looked up at you softly.

“Yeah,” You said, pulling him closer. “I think my favorite though, is when you refer to yourself as my boyfriend.”

“Yeah?” He grinned up at you. “You like that?”

“Yeah,” You leaned in closer, letting your lips ghost over his as you spoke. “I like being yours.”

“I like that too.” He breathed, silencing you with a deep kiss.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, gently carding your fingers through his hair, earning a contented hum from him.

You broke away with a breathless laugh.

“You just made the sound.” You giggled against his mouth.

“I’ll do more than that.” He promised, flipping you over onto the mattress.

Tags: @bethanysnow

[fireboltposts]

Stray Kids watches you/catches you dancing suggestively part 1

A/N : There are slightly suggestive themes and tension but no smut. Also it is implied that the reader is female. Gif credit goes to the owner. I had to listen to each song on repeat while writing this 😆 to feel the vibe.

• Chris

Christmas was nearing and you had arrived home from work an hour or so ago excited because you didn't have to go to work until after New Year's. You made yourself some tea and sat down to listen to music on shuffle on the speakers, while you stared out the balcony. That was until Under The Influence by Chris Brown started playing. This song was your jam for the past few days. You kept your half-finished tea on the table beside the speaker as the song's sultry beat has you completely in it's grip. Every move feels controlled and powerful as you slowly lose yourself in the song, feeling confident, with your hands tracing the air, your hips groove to the sensual music, you were completely feeling yourself, your expressions matching the song's lyrics, "baby, you can, ride it, ooh, yeah", you dance gracefully on the floor, gyrating your hips and swaying them slowly and sensually as you rub your hands on your neck.

Chris had punched in the code and had just come in, a little intrigued as he heard music coming from the distance. He pokes his head inside the room and is frozen to the spot.

He knew you as a quiet and shy person. Although he's known you for some months now, he didn't know there was a seductive vixen hiding somewhere in you. It's always the ones with the innocent faces that can be this bold, he thought as he was taken aback with the scene in front of him. The way your body moved to the sensual beats, the way you mouthed the lyrics with the right facial expressions, every movement of yours exuding allure,power and confidence. He was mesmerized as the seconds passed and he had a mix of admiration and something else which he couldn't quite put a finger on, as he watches, hypnotized to you and he cannot even look away.

You blink suddenly fully aware that Chris was standing in the doorway, watching you. There was a thick tension in the air now, but you were feeling confident and did something your shy self would later probably regret. You got up and confidently step forward, your body moving towards him with a confident smirk playing on your lips, as his breath catches. Your movements are slow and deliberate as you're now singing along "tie it up, put a chain on it make you tattoo my name on it", you circled him,your hand brushing his shoulder singing along dangerously close to his ear as you watch them turn red. You mischievously licked the lobe of his ear and tugged a little with your teeth while you bite your lip and looked at him, smirking. He was now a blushing mess and was looking at his shoes, his ears now completely red and biting back a shy smile.

As the music continued to play in the background, you now closed the distance between you both.

"Caught me, did you ?", you smiled playfully, your gaze never leaving him.

"I ... I didn't mean to interrupt", he said, looking everywhere except at you, clearly flustered.

"Look at you, so shy", you said, as you stepped closer to him, your body brushing his. The playful smirk on your face only makes him more aware of the tension that’s building between you two. His eyes are locked on yours, and even though you can see the blush creeping up his neck, he doesn’t look away, trying to ignore the rush of feelings inside him and his heartbeat increases by the minute.

"I didn't know you had this captivating side of you", he compliments you, shyly but still enjoying the show. "Maybe next time, I could join you. For the dancing, I mean", he adds the next part quickly.

"Oh only join me for the dancing ? How sad", you pouted. "Boring", you tilted your head as you looked at him.

You walk towards the speaker and turn off the music, your eyes still glued to him as you pick up the cup of tea which was completely forgotten.

"Care to join me for some tea Channie and then we can discuss more on this?", you winked at him as you brushed past him towards the kitchen.

• Minho

(Without a Taemin song, the scenario would feel incomplete). 🤭

Lee Minho, better known by his stage name Lee Know, was your older brother's best friend, just fourteen months your senior. Your brother was an idol in an SM boygroup and was currently on tour, so there was no one to help you supervise your dance practice for your next YouTube dance cover. Your subscribers wanted you to dance to a Taemin song and you were a bit anxious as you wanted to make the perfect cover. I mean it was Taemin after all, one of your favourite idols and not to forget, one of your brother's close friends in the industry so he was bound to show Taemin your dance cover of his song.

So here you were, with Minho in your makeshift studio and the air is thick with tension and focus as you begin your suggestive dance. You were feeling a little self conscious as you knew Minho was watching and he was someone who expected perfection when it came to dance and you were here to deliver so.

Your movements begin to match the alluring and seductive beats of the song as you mouthed the lyrics because it made you feel the song more.

"비밀스럽게 너를 나에게 따라줘 fill it up more, fill it up more Oh 너로 채워지고 싶" (follow me secretly, fill it up fill up more, I want to be filled with you)".

Minho watches intently, arms crossed, silently assessing your performance, his eyes full with concentration and evaluating your every move . He's seen you dance before but never this intensely like this choreography and sensually. He's secretly proud that you're pushing your boundaries. He's a professional but that doesn't stop his gaze from wandering to your form as your movements and the lyrics become more intense. His jaw tightens when you hit a particular move, biting your lips, now completely into the song and he's wondering whether to give you constructive feedback or focus on how he was feeling seeing you dance like this, something stirring inside him. His composed demeanor is now tested as he's meant to give feedback without being distracted.

"Focus on the intention behind the movement, it's not only about being seductive but also embodying the confidence the song requires", he says distractedly as he's trying his best to stay professional. He steps in to correct your posture from a respectable distance, not even touching you, but still close enough. His minimal touch makes you a little nervous from his close proximity and the chemistry that lingers between you two.

"You should feel the lyrics too", his words are not just about technique now but something personal on a deeper level.

"아무리 넘쳐도 모자라 아직 네 사랑에 목말라" (no matter how much it overflows it's not enough, I'm still thirsty for your love). When you hit the final parts, he suddenly joins you in the routine, mirroring your movements in sync, both of you caught in the flow of the dance.

Naturally you both dance closer to each other, and the room seems smaller now, the space between you gradually decreasing and his eyes meet yours with an electric gaze. He doesn't break the gaze and the tension between you thickens. As the song fades out, there’s a heartbeat of silence. You’re both breathless, faces mere inches apart now. His hand finds yours, holding it softly as if he’s reluctant to let go. Neither of you moves, caught in the moment that lingers, the air still thick with the chemistry that’s been building throughout the dance.

"Now that's what I'm talking about. Do not forget the essence of the song. Own it," he whispers, his hand still entangled with yours, as you both breathe in and out roughly, your foreheads now touching, both of you making eye contact, him looking at your lips and then back to your eyes, with something unspoken lingering in the air.

A/N : Hope you liked it. Do like, comment, follow if you do. Meanwhile you can find my masterlist here.

[bbyquokka]

00:05 (bc)

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 | bang chan x gender neutral reader

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 | timestamp, smut – 18+ is strongly advised!

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | established relationship, dom chan, pet names, exhibitionist (?), masturbation (m), some dom/sub dynamics, semi proof-read.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 | 1.0k ~ (1,002)

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 | just a small smth for @oshimee to celebrate it being our 2 yr friendversary today 🥳🩷

m.list — you can also read it on my ao3

dont repost. dont translate. minors, ageless & default blogs; dni! feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

“god. look at you. dressed all pretty for me.” chan groans softly. he adjusts himself in his office chair, his trousers feeling a little too tight for comfort.

his hand squeezes his aching cock. a low and deep moan flutters past his lips. his eyes look at you up and down, flickering from your face, to your chest and down to your groin. his tongue licks his lips slowly, teeth sinking into his plump bottom lip.

he slouches a little in the chair, palm still squeezing and palming himself. he beckons you forward with two of his fingers. you oblige, like a puppet on a string.

you stand in front of him, gaze locked on him the whole time. it makes you both shiver with anticipation and lust.

“kneel.” you kneel in front of him. he looks down at you and groans at the sight. “that’s it. sit pretty for me, darling.” 

you sit patiently, awaiting for his next move and/or command. his head tilts to the side as he continues to eye you up and down like you're his prey. his palming becoming a little rougher and the obvious tent growing and growing with each passing second.

moans and guttural groans flutter from chans lips. they tickle your ears and make your core tingle. you shuffle a little on the spot but keep your eyes on chan.

“watch me.” his fingers fumble with the button and zipper of his trousers. he lifts his hips up slightly to pull the clothing down his thigh and lets them rest just below his knees. 

his famous black calvin klein underwear hugs him tightly, straining at the groan. you can see his cock visibly twitch from time to time as chan palms himself, occasionally wrapping his hand around his clothed length and very slowly stroking himself.

“that’s it. keep watching me, pretty.” your eyes flicker from his face to his hands to his cock. chan’s eyes are half lidded and hazy, lips slightly parted to let his moans freefall past his lips. 

his body tingles with excitement. his stomach bubbles with lust. he feels like he is about to burst from how excited he is and having you watch him just heightens everything for him.

“i love it when you watch me, yn. just having your pretty eyes on me makes me so fucking excited.” he growls, hand roughly squeezing his cock which causes him to moan.

his legs widen. his thighs visible tensing. you ball your hands up into small fists, your nails digging into the palm of your hand. you want to touch. you want to feel. you want to feel the heat radiating from his penis. you want to hear him succumb to you. those moans and groans you're so used to hearing are an indication that he is melting because of you and you need to hear them.

chan lifts his hips up once again to pull down his boxer shorts. they join his trousers as chan stutters a little. his penis bounces out of their restraints. the room is hot to you but to chan (specifically his penis) it's cool which causes him to groan a little.

his cock is thick and veiny. the tip is a beautiful red and glistening with pre-cum. it throbs involuntarily from time to time. as you gaze at his thick cock, chan's hand comes into vision to wrap around his base.

he squeezes it a few times, a smirk on his lips as he watches you fixate and watch. it gets him off having his loved one watch him and be well behaved. it excites him; it hungers him. it's an insatiable hunger that grows and grows to the point where he feels fear.

“come closer.” he instructs. his voice is low and hoarse from all the panting and groaning. you shuffle between his legs, head resting on his inner thigh. “good pup.” 

his free hand makes it's way into your hair. his fingers gently caresses you scalp and tangle around the strands of hair. he's gentle at first but he tugs and it's a rough tug. a tug that causes your eyes to close suddenly and pain to shoot from your scalp. 

chan smirks. he's loving this and it's evident in the way his hand is now caressing and stroking his thick cock. it's slow, languid, almost lazy, strokes at first. he wants to take his time and soak in everything around him but when he hears your soft whimpers of pain and a few tears pricking the outer corners of your eyes, his hand involuntarily speeds up.

“oh fuck… oh god–hng!!” chan's butt cheeks tense several times as he bucks into his hand. the hand that's in your hair has fallen to the base of your neck where his thumb strokes the skin.

his head is now tilted to the side, eyes shut and teeth sunken into his bottom lip. guttural moans free fall constantly from his lips and back of his throat.

“s-so good. oh fuck, yn… don't stop..” you swallow and watch him, eyes flickering from his hand to his face. his cock grows harder and hotter, balls tensing. his pre-cum free flows from his slit and is occasionally smeared on his angry head with the pad of chan's thumb.

“... close.. so close.” his eyes struggle to open to look at you. he is met with your gaze that's looking up at him. you look so innocent and sweet that he wants to taint you.

with that thought in mind, his hips buck and body tenses. you feel his thighs tense against your head. chan stuttering and moaning as ropes of cum shoot out and onto his hand and clothed covered chest, staining his clothing.

his cock twitches with each release, chan's hand slowing down and occasionally rotating at the tip to help him with his high. once calm, he hums a little and looks at you.

“eat. and make sure you don't leave a single drop behind.”

[minzbins-moved]

BANG CHAN Kingdom: Legendary War, EP.1

[mazeinthemiroh]

[9:23pm] chan grinned at your lying body that was currently splayed out on the floor.

visiting australia with your ever so handsome boyfriend had it's perks, but damn, you weren't used to the heat.

consistent, heavy and unmerciful, barely cooling even at night time.

he couldn't help but laugh as you groaned dramatically into the carpet beneath you.

"i think i'm melting," you breathed out, a cheek pressed against the carpet as you splayed out like a starfish. he chuckled uncontrollably and made his way over to you.

"it's not that bad," he teased, angling a fan in your direction which only really blew hot air in your face.

"not bad enough to resist my cuddles?" he said, and before you had time to react, he spooned you from behind and attacked your neck with kisses.

"stoppp! you're sweatyyy" you groaned and tried to wriggle out of his strong grasp but he wasn't having it, giggling like a child in your ear as he snuggled closer to you.

and finally you gave up, relaxing in his grasp, exasperated.

"you're lucky i love you enough to stand this heat," you grumbled and pouted, crossing your arms, "and your cuddles at the same time."

he had a massive smile resting on his face. the air of the fan whisked over your bodies in a peaceful sort of way.

"i appreciate you. you know that right?" he mumbled in your ear, kissing your temple. "for being here, for supporting me, for loving me."

"yeah i know," you leaned a bit closer to his body, despite being sweaty yourself. you didn't feel that it mattered anymore.

"i will love you in sickness and in health," you said dramatically, "in summer and in winter! in heat and in snow!"

"well it's good to know no matter what season, we'll be cuddling like this. no conditions can tear us apart," he said assertively, and you rolled your eyes, a part of you feeling as though you were being cuddled against your will. but the other half, the stronger half, made no effort to move away.

"whatever you say, baby."

you melted into his touch.

skz taglist: @hearts4sungie, @alyszaen, @a-wandering-stay, @anyamaris, @acciocriativity, @minnysproutgriffinteddy, @junebug032 (let me know if you want to be added or removed)

[oimitocat]

[ 6:00 PM ] power bottom chan x m!reader

his hips move at an agonizingly slow pace, your breathing is ragged and your eyes focus on his plump lips. he’s panting and a lazy smile spreads across his face.

“move faster,” you bark, bucking your hips a little when he clenches around you.

his eyes narrow. his left hand slowly slides up from your thigh to your chest, then settles on your collarbone, fingers wrapping around your neck. the weight of his hand there makes your heart skip a beat.

“when did i say you could order me around?” his fingers press down lightly, but you still feel the struggle to swallow. the warmth of his palm is making is clear how controlling he is.

“you take what you get,” he moves his hips at a faster pace, the shine of his skin from his sweat making you want to eat him up. “and thank me for it.” he squeezes for a second, “right?”

“yes- yes,” you pant when leans down for a kiss. you moan at how good it feels to be inside him.

his hips never stop moving, it’s a slow sensual feeling, you wanna cum so bad. you wanna slam into him but you have to wait. you tilt your head back, exposing more of your neck when he peppers kisses down your jaw. his hand never leaves your neck, and you let out a small noise.

he grins, knowing he has you at his mercy.

[hyuuukais]

11:56PM

chan x reader

it's almost time. slowly, you get out of bed, taking one last look at your boyfriend. he's somehow fallen asleep before you, a rare occurance, but perfect for your plan. it doesn't take you long to find the supplies- candles, matches, and the cupcake you'd picked up from his favourite local bakery.

"love?"

no response.

shake his shoulder lightly.

"baby?"

his single word comes out followed by a small breath, freshly woken up. 11:58 now, and you can't help admiring his sleepy face, the way his hair is mussed from the pillows. crawling carefully back into bed, you giggle as he immediately wraps his arms around your torso, burying his face into you.

"five more minutes."

"five?" you hum, pretending to be deep in thought. you look at the clock on your nightstand- 11:59. "how about one?"

chan looks up at you, a curious expression on his face. lifting the cupcake, a single, blue candle stuck into it, the pieces click into place in his mind. he laughs shyly, looking away from you, but sits up.

the dim light from the candle reflects in his eyes- his beautiful eyes. right as the clock hits 12:00AM, he blows it out, leaving the moon to light the room.

"happy birthday, my love."

"the happiest, when i'm with you." chan whispers.

............ ᥫ᭡.

notes ♡ i've never written a timestamp thing before, so i'm not entirely sure if there are certain rules to follow in terms of how it's written or how long it is? but i did try to keep it short and sweet (wc is 218). i'm very eepy writing this, so there may be spelling mistakes. n e way. happy birthday, dear channie. i genuinely don't know where or who i'd be today without him. his words helped me through an extremely rough time for me, and i will be forever grateful. Wishing him the best day 💙

taglist -> @chaeryred @toplinelix @channie-143 @staysinbloom @quokkabite

[weird-bookworm]

6:36 ᴘᴍ

warning! unresolved angst, implied insomnia, self projecting

chan is sad. he doesn't let himself admit it often, but the exhaustion in his bones is persistent. he feels like crying, but the tears won't come, and it's frustrating. his heart aches and his mind is an overwhelming tangle of thoughts he wishes he could stop thinking of.

he just wants to sleep, goddamnit! he's tried everything he could think of, from counting sheep to listening to white noise— nothing works.

he sighs for the umpteenth time, running a tired hand over his face, and goes back to staring at the ceiling like he has been for the past hour. what crimes had he committed in his past life for him to not even get a good night's sleep in this one?

sometimes he wonders if his job is worth it, because at least he didn't practically have to beg to the gods he doesn't believe in to let him sleep before. after another half an hour or so of tossing and turning and sighing bitterly, tears finally spring to his eyes.

they're not enough for them to run down his cheeks. instead, they irritably stay in his eyes and make his vision blurry. they're not there because he's sad and needs a good cry, no, they're there because he's frustrated he can't sleep.

he hates nights like these, nights when he doesn't feel like himself, when he'd rather he didn't exist at all, when something as simple as dreamless sleep feels as unattainable as water in a desert.

chan is sad. and he wishes he wasn't.

tagging: @eternalgyu @haecien @kikohao and @illuminated-oceannet @k-films

[justkpopjokes]

[ 2 3 : 1 7 ]

Chan had fallen asleep ages ago, having had a long, tiring day of practice. You, on the other hand, lay awake tossing and turning next to him, unable to drift off.

Chan’s soft voice interrupts your thoughts.

“Mm... love?” he mumbles.

“Yeah?” You whisper, feeling guilty that you woke him up.

“Can’t sleep?”

“I’m tired, but I can’t,” you yawn, turning to face him.

Chan’s half-asleep solution is to wrap his arms around you and pull you closer to his body. You smile sleepily, resting your head against his chest and quickly falling fast asleep from feeling his steady heartbeat.

[thru-the-grapevine]

[3:12 AM] The bed feels more spacious than it ought to.

You crack open an eye and glance at the other side of the bed. Empty. Your mostly-asleep gaze wanders to the clock on the far nightstand; after 3 in the morning. You let your eye close again, drifting comfortably for a while in the fog of half-consciousness. And then you roll over and sit up, stumbling slowly to your feet.

A faint bluish glow emanates from the other end of the hall. When you pad into the living room, you see Chris exactly where you’d left him hours ago. Hunched at his desk, headphones on, clicking every now and then, staring at Cubase and several instrument mixers.

He startles momentarily when you drape your arms over his shoulders. He relaxes and pulls the headphones down, tapping the spacebar to pause the music.

You kiss the top of his head. “How’s it looking?”

“Better,” Chris hums, lifting his free hand and rubbing your arm. “Fixed that annoying buzzing sound.”

You hum, resting your cheek against his hair, looking at the dual monitors. “Can I hear?”

“’Course,” he says, and you can hear the pleased grin in his voice. That’s his favorite request you can make of him.

He unplugs the headphones and fiddles with the knobs on his volume box, clicks around and then taps the spacebar again.

He’s right; the buzzing noise that had hovered persistently in the corners of the track is gone. He’s nuanced the vocal effects, as well, softened the pitch corrector, and you smile, fond of how sincere his voice sounds.

“’S pretty,” you murmur, humming at a new instrument that hadn’t been there before.

“It’s closer,” he admits, not fully accepting the compliment.

You’re too sleepy to push back, make him accept the praise, so you merely bury your face in his hair.

“You should get some sleep, like I said,” Chris tells you, voice tinged with concern.

He had told you to do that…four hours ago.

You snort. “Love. Check the time.”

“Hm?” You feel his head tilt, watch his mouse slide to the bottom corner of the screen to the clock. “…Oh.”

“Was sleeping,” you say, watching his mouse trail back up over Cubase, deliberating. “’N then I woke up with too much space ‘n not enough warm.”

He hums in acknowledgment, the noise tinged with guilt.

You kiss the top of his head again. “…Please?”

He sighs, leaning his head back against your shoulder.

“You at a good stopping point?” You ask, knowing too well what his next argument will be.

He sighs again quietly, a sound of concession. “I never am…but this will do.”

You grin and give him an encouraging squeeze as he presses save three times on each software.

“Bet you’ll knock it out of the park once your brain is fresh,” you tell him as he shuts the computer down.

“And once the headache passes,” he says, pressing the heel of one hand to his eye and rubbing as he rolls the chair back.

You frown, leaning back to let him stand and stretch. “You’ve been working with a headache?”

“Just hints of one,” he insists, waving it away as he relaxes out of the stretch. “Probably eye strain.”

You give him a look. “You know, that might not happen if you’d just wear your glasses.”

It’s a lost cause and you both know it. He snorts, then gets a better look at you and smiles.

“Your hair’s cute,” he says, lifting a hand to your head and ruffling.

You scrunch your face up in protest. “’S bedhead, Chris.”

“And it’s cute,” he insists, leaning in and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Bedtime?”

“Past bedtime,” you say, giving him a stern look when he leans back. “Long, long past.”

“Hmm,” he says, studying your face and smiling in that goopy-eyed way that you know means he’s barely listening. You roll your eyes.

He lets you take his hand and guide him back down the hall, lets you procure pajamas for him while he talks through what else he wants to do in the song, lets you help him change as he explains.

“Just want the feeling of the song to be right when you hear it, even without lyrics,” he says as you help pull on the pajama shirt.

“People will know,” you tell him, patting his shoulder and taking his hand again, guiding him to bed. “I can feel it when I hear it.”

“But what if that’s just you?” He frets, lying back and getting comfortable, drawing up the covers. “What if you just know me?”

You burrow under the covers and lay your head on his chest, wrapping an arm around him. “I do know you. But that’s not why I felt it.”

“But how do you know for sure?” He asks, his hand back in your hair, stroking softly.

You prop your chin up on his chest and look at him. “Babe. You’re not capable of making dishonest or disingenuous music. Your heart’s all the way out there in every little detail.”

He looks at you for a long moment, fingers slow and gentle in your hair. Eventually he lifts his hand and rests the pad of his forefinger on the tip of your nose.

“I like you so much,” he murmurs.

An embarrassed grin sweeps over your face. You nestle your face into his chest vigorously, and he laughs.

“Like you too,” you hum, sandwiching one of his legs between yours and snuggling in. “I’m also right.”

“Hope so,” he murmurs, and then his arm curls comfortably around you. “Go back to sleep.”

“You sleep, you need it more,” you mumble, and he chuckles.

“I’ll sleep well with my weighted blanket,” he teases you, hand squeezing your side reassuringly.

You grin and press a kiss to his chest. “Not as well as I’ll sleep with my body pillow.”

“You’re on,” he whispers, and you’re out like a light before a full minute passes.

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A/N : Picture credit goes to the owner.

• You and Chan had just moved in together at a luxurious apartment in Gangnam, which was one of the most posh neighbourhoods of Seoul. The day had been exhausting to say the least, with the constant bringing in of countless boxes by you, Chan and the men from the packers and movers company.

• You were relieved when the day was finally over and the last box was brought in and kept aside, ready to be unpacked and its contents to be placed in their right places within the next few days.

• You opened the large glass windows and breathed in the fresh air after you took a shower. Chan came and stood next to you, wearing a black tank top, his arms on display, which made you blush a bit but you hid it well.

• "Finally our own place huh ?", he said, pulling you into a side hug, his hands sliding around your waist.

• "Yes, this apartment is really gorgeous and look at the view. The night lights make it even more ethereal. Imagine the view from a flight that takes off at night",you say excitedly, clearly enamoured with your shared space and the glorious view it offered.

• But despite the beauty of the freshly painted apartment, what mattered most to you was who you shared the space with and there was no one else you'd rather share the place with than Chan, it was a personal escape from the world for the both of you to be with each other in peace.

• "Hey Y/N I have ordered some food for us, collect it yeah ?" and with that, he kissed your forehead one last time before hopping into the shower to get rid of the sweat and the ache in his limbs with the help of some hot water.

• You sat down on the bed and started scrolling through your phone, when you noticed something with the corner of your eye. From one of the boxes peeked out a tiny grey ear and you breathed a sigh of relief.

• Ahh my wolf Chan plushie, you thought , thank goodness, I thought I had forgotten it. Come here baby, you murmured before opening the box and taking out your favourite plushie. It was wolf Chan afterall.

• You hugged the plushie with a huge smile on your face, before hopping on the bed and cuddling with it under the blanket while scrolling through your phone. You made sure the plushie was under the blanket too as according to you it probably would feel cold too.

• Before long, the exhaustion of the day caught up to you and you were fast asleep, but still hugging Wolf Chan like you life depended on it.

• Chan, having finally done with his showering stepped out into the room, wiping water droplets from his dark brown hair with his white towel stopped in his tracks with his eyebrows raised at first but then softened, when he saw the scene in front of his eyes.

• You were asleep comfortably wrapped under the blanket and wait - you were cuddling with Wolf Chan ?

• He didn't even know you had a plushie, let alone a Wolf Chan one and neither had you told him. He felt a little shy yet bashful and he smiled at the sight, his dimples showing. She has a Wolf Chan plushie oh my goodness, why didn't she tell me ? Look at her, he thought, cuddling with no other than my character, MY CHARACTER. Ahhh my heart. The sight of you hugging his SKZoo made his heart swell. He quickly took a picture of you in that sleepy state. He was so going to look at that picture later a thousand times.

• He was so heart-eyed that he had completely forgotten that he had to wear a shirt, he got onto the bed and bent down to plant a soft kiss on your forehead.

• The bed dipped due to his weight, which somehow woke you up. You looked up, one eye open, to see Chan's face so close to yours.

• "Hey Channie, did the food arrive ? Sorry I fell asleep. I know you told me to collect it".

• "Shh there's still some to go until the food arrives I guess. But what's that ?", he smirked and you followed his gaze to see your Wolf Chan plushie, it's face peeking out from under the blanket.

• "Oh haha it's my uh ... plushie ? Your character I mean. I have had it for a few years now. Too adorable isn't it", you say as you booped the plushie's little black nose. "Maybe even more adorable than you Channie", you winked.

• "More adorable than me ? Wow Y/N I'm really hurt right now. You've got the real live version and yet all your love goes to Wolf Chan. Looks like I've got competition, that too a plushie huh. I've been demoted to second place now by a mere plushie. Looks like Wolf Chan is getting all of the cuddles tonight. Some lover you are", he said dramatically, pretending to be hurt.

• "Jealous of your own character dummy ?", you asked, poking his cheeks. "Jealous ? Who ? Me ? Nah I'm the real deal babe. I might not have a cute little wolf face, but at least I got dimples and they're cuter", he said, with a slight pout.

• "Ok ok I'm sold", you said as you put the Wolf Chan plushie on his bare chest, covering Chan and Wolf Chan with the blanket as you snuggled closer to his body, you head on his shoulder and your arms around his torso on which lay Wolf Chan, now you could feel the warmth of his chest. "I'll cuddle with both. Happy ?", you ask.

• "You're lucky I love you. I guess I'll share you with Wolf Chan ... for now at least".

A/N : Hope you liked this silly scenario. Do like, comment reblog and follow if you did. You can find the rest of my masterlist here.

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4:59 pm (bc)

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 | bang chan x gender neutral reader

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 | timestamp, smut – 18+ is strongly advised!

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | established relationship, descriptions of sex, reader and chan are grossly in love

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 | 0.6k ~ (666)

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 | im out of the loop when it comes to writing smut so this is kinda like practise plus i just wanted to write something soft

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his body feels heavy on top of you but also soothing in a strange way. his fingers slip between yours, fitting perfectly as if fate designed you both fittingly.

it's a cold and wet night, the rain beating against the glass of the window. the moonlight peeking in through the gap of the curtains. occasionally, they'd be a sudden gust of wind entering the bedroom via the open window but the warmth from chan makes it feel like the sun is beating down on your skin.

his soft grunts and groans mix with yours. lips pressing against your already kiss bitten ones as he hungers for more. you feel so nice around him, so snug and warm and he can't help but think and feel like you really were made for him.

your hands pinned by the side of your head by chan’s. his hands squeezing yours as he pushes his length further inside of you. you both let go of that strangled moan that's been teasing the back of your throats as he pushes and pulls.

his sweat-coated chest leans down and rests on yours, head buried in the crook of your neck. you smell salty but sweet, an intoxicating scent that tickles and caresses his nostrils. his breath fans against your hot skin, giving it a cooling sensation that makes goose bumps rise to the surface.

with each rock of his hips, the springs of the mattress creak whilst the sheets are pushed to the side until it's eventually on the wood floor; joining the discarded clothes and underwear.

chan whispers your name over and over again. he makes your name sound so sweet as it rolls off his tongue, dripping in love and sweetness like it's coated in a thick glaze of honey. it makes you feel butterflies.

the pit of your stomach feels warm and fluttery. it rises to the back of your throat where you want to scream from the top of your lungs and let the world know that you love this man! 

your heart feels like it's going to grow legs and jump straight out of your chest. the constant badump, badump, badump ringing in your ears and you wonder if chan can hear the sound of your heart – the sound that he causes.

chan has never felt so smitten before. the love he feels for you is so enormous and strong, that he doesn't know what to do with it. he feels like he could scoop it all up in a box, wrap it up and gift it to you but the love will overflow and spill.

he fears that his love for you is too strong, that it'll scare you away. he wants to care for you, nourish you and hide you away forever and ever.

he would if he could. he doesn't want the outside world to look at you because of how gorgeous you are to him. he's a jealous man but he hides it because he doesn't want to scare you away. he finally has you all to himself so he will do everything in his power to keep you.

he's addicted to you and vice versa. the slow, yet long and powerful thrusts of chan's hips is proof of that. his slow, yet broken panting and words ring in your ears. 

the constant “i love you”s wrapping around your heart a million times over and squeezing it, making you feel chest pain and overwhelmed with how much love this man has for you.

“you’re mine, right?” chan whispers as he lifts up his head to look down at you. his voice is dry and scratchy, but it sounds so beautiful – perfect even. 

you reach up and place your hot palm against his cheek gently, stroking under his eye with your thumb. he responds by placing one hand on top of yours and nuzzling into your palm, eyes fluttering shut as he takes a shaky breath of air.

“always chan. i’m forever yours.”

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[3:57 pm] "looks like everyone is still out running errands. that should give you some time to get settled and for me to give a quick tour before they all attack you," chan says while pulling the car into the driveway. "they are all so excited to meet you."

"i''m excited to meet them!" you and chan have been dating for a while, but this is the first time you'll actually be officially meeting his family. you have seen bits of pieces of them via phone calls and facetime, but never actually in person. so, when you told him you were able to get the time off work to go home for the holidays with him, he was beyond ecstatic. you can't wait to get to see where he grew up and visit all his old favorite places.

the second you walk through the door to his family's home yipping fills the air. you hear the sound of nails clacking rapidly against the wood floor and you turn just in time to see a white and brown ball of fluff launch itself at chan.

"berry!" he exclaims before immediately plopping to the ground to shower the dog with affection. she can barely contain her excitement, jumping up and down while trying to lick every part of his face. her little butt is wiggling back and forth rapidly and a broad smile crosses your face as you watch the interaction.

after a minute or two chan grins up at you from his spot on the ground. "babe, i'd like you to meet my first girl. this is berry."

you kneel to join chan on the ground and the dog immediately darts over to greet you, sniffing you intently while wagging her tail. "berry, this is my girlfriend."

you scratch behind her ears and giggle when she jumps up and tries to lick your face. you fall backwards a little as she excitedly attacks you with affection, one hand shooting behind you to stabilize yourself.

"easy there, berry, don't drown her," he says between laughs as he tries to stop berry from licking you. he scoops her up in his arms before extending a hand to pull you up from the ground.

"i think she likes me." even in the confines of chans hold, berry wiggles in an attempt to escape and reach you, tongue lapping at the air as she sends kisses your way.

"she's not the only one, " he replies sweetly, his eyes sparkling as he looks at you in a way that makes you melt. "now come on, let me show you the house."

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[12:01am] chan's face lit up when he saw your text message on his screen.

" happy bday, channie <3 "

it was simple. short and sweet. and yet, he found himself kicking his feet, launching his blanket up in the air as he squealed and grinned to himself.

you remembered.

you always remembered. without fail, no matter what was going on in your life, no matter how much time had passed, you would always remember his birthday.

and time had gone passed, very quickly, for the both of you. you hadn't spoken in ages, sort of drifted apart in a sense. he felt a certain emptiness inside of that only you could fill. and when you weren't there by his side, that feeling would remain.

but on his birthday, there was always a glimmer of hope that you'd come to refill his heart, the way you had done so in the past.

" thanks. nice to hear from you, finally "

he messaged back. he didn't really think about the impact of his words. sure, he jabbed at you slightly, wanting you to think. wanting you to yearn for him.

" that's rich, coming from you "

chan frowned. but he knew he deserved that. he had no excuses not to reach out to you. just the same old thing - time and energy and, well, moving on with everyday things. you were the same. he got it. that's how life worked. but it didn't have to be that way...

" i should really be going to sleep now "

" you? sleep? neverrr "

chan grinned at his screen, chuckling to himself at your response. you knew him all too well.

" yeah i won't be sleeping for a while..."

his thumbs hovered over his phone as he hesitated to type his next thought.

" you wanna meet up tonight? "

instant regret rippled in his chest as he breathed in and out heavily. he couldn't delete a message you had already seen, so he switched his screen off and buried his face in his pillow, cursing himself as he awaited your response.

what felt like hours to chan, replied within a minute. he took a deep breath and opened up his phone again, reading your response.

" thought you'd never ask. omw bday boy <3 "

who knew that birthday wishes came true?

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