#chanbin x felix

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Awaken

changbin x felix

Trigger warnings: none that i can think of but please feel free to correct me if i missed anything!

Content warnings: names (baby, good boy, angel, sweetheart, pretty boy, tiny baby), a little biting, mirrors, slight hair pulling, size kink (kinda?), oral, begging, cum sharing, praise, very brief mutual masturbation, very brief finger fucking, verbal teasing, hand holding, anal, a hint of a breeding kink, belly bulge, desperate lix, ass slapping, mild dacryphilia, one (1) dry orgasm (idk it was hot to me lmao)

Summary: changbin fell in love with his best friend, felix, and now felix wants to be his first guy.

Word count: 9332

A/N: so this is written from changbin’s pov and it is actually the first ship fic i wrote (at least the first ship fic i’ve written since high school). i actually wrote it before asking for pride fic requests last year and contemplated keeping it for myself or putting it on my ko-fi but felt it was too good not to share. and ofc i had to go with the classic friends to lovers trope because that’s just the kind of person i am lmao anyways i’m almost done with my next pride piece and i’m working on the three requests i received! i hope you all enjoy this and please feel free to give a follow! be sure to drop your feedback in the comments and please look forward to what i’ve got in store for you!! also i’m revamping my tag list so please submit an ask, send a message, or leave a comment if you’d like to be added to that! thank you all for your support <3

I don’t remember when it started or even how it started, if I’m honest. I just know that one day I woke up and the first thought on my mind was how pretty Felix would look with a morning blush. I’d had passing thoughts about his beauty so I paid it no mind, I was comfortable enough in my sexuality to recognize an attractive man when I saw one. Then the dream came rushing back and flooded my senses. I felt guilty as images of my best friend writhing around beneath me appeared in my mind.

I remember thinking “What the fuck was that? I’m not even gay. Why did I dream about fucking my best friend? And why am I hard?”

I remember being disgusted with myself as I rubbed one out in the shower, visions of Felix with his eyes squeezed shut and his jaw hanging open as he cried my name swimming in my vision. I remember icing him out for a few days, afraid he’d somehow know I’d had a wet dream starring him. I remember being terrified and ashamed of what I was feeling. That dream made me reconsider my sexuality.

Over the course of a year, I’d fought with my feelings for him and tried to ignore both my crush and my sudden shift in sexual preference. But he made it so much easier. I never told him who was making me feel these things but he made me feel safe. He helped me figure things out. He knew something was wrong when I started avoiding him at first and when I finally confided in him, he was nothing short of an angel. He stayed up with me several nights when I was having a hard time coming to terms with my sexuality and he assured me nothing was wrong with me. He told me that he’d had the same struggle a few years ago and he took his time to accept it but once he finally did, it felt like a weight was lifted from his shoulders.

I followed his lead and allowed him to show me what it meant to truly embrace who I am. He even took me to my first gay bar. I don’t remember much about that night to be honest. I remember getting there and ordering a few shots; remember Felix suggesting a mixed drink. But that’s about it.

I woke up the next morning in his bed, wearing only my boxers. I was mortified but he took it all in stride and when I shuffled into his kitchen, he offered me a smile and a plate of pancakes before telling me he’d washed my clothes because I got sick right outside his apartment building. I was horrified and ashamed - less so when I found out we hadn’t fucked, but still embarrassed - but he was so kind and I found myself getting flustered every time he offered me a smile over breakfast. I was acutely aware of my nakedness in that moment but he paid it no mind. At least that’s what I told myself when his eyes lingered just a little too long on my ass while I took my plate to the sink.

That had become routine over the last year- the clubbing, not the puking and waking up naked at his place. I’d grown comfortable with myself again and had simply accepted that I had feelings for my best friend. That I have feelings for my best friend. As in, present tense. They never went away and I learned to be okay with it.

This leads to my current predicament. I’m a confident man. I’m aware that I’m good looking. Sometimes I turn myself on. Maybe that’s conceited but who’s it really hurting? Because of this, I sometimes take pictures or record myself jacking off. My camera roll is full of dick pics and videos of me begging for Felix to come ride me.

And now Felix is looking at me expectantly from his position beside me on my bed, both of us slumped against the headboard. “Oh come on! Lemme see how it turned out!” He nudges my shoulder with his as his smile betrays him. He is pretending to be exasperated but he can’t pull it off. We’ve just taken a photo together with some dumb filter and he wants to look at it. Except he’s been known to scroll a bit before and I’m afraid he’ll find the video I recorded only a few hours earlier. “Pretty please?” He resorts to pouting and begging and my heart flips at the way his bottom lip pokes out.

I can’t say no when he looks at me like that and he seems to know since he always does it to get his way. I usually don’t mind indulging him but I’m anxious as I hand him my phone. “Fine. But don’t scro-”

“OH MY GOD THAT'S YOUR DICK-” He shouts as he drops the phone in surprise and my face feels like I’ve just opened the oven without leaning back first; I’m on fire. I try to grab my phone from where it landed on his chest but he gives me an evil smirk and holds it out of reach. “Who’s it for? Did you finally get on one of those dating apps I suggested?”

“Absolutely not. I-”

“So why do you have dick pics?”

“Do you not?”

“Not my dick pics.”

My eyes widen a bit and I look away, embarrassed by my train of thought. How many guys had sent him nudes and how many did he save? I’m not sure I want to know. I shake my head and hold my hand out. “Give it back, dude.”

He ignores me and scrolls through the photos of me fisting my cock before he finally stumbles upon the video. I jump to grab my phone, panicking this time, but it’s too late. We both go silent as my voice calling his name fills the room and I can see his cheeks reddening. After a moment I snap out of my trance and snatch my phone back, clearing my throat awkwardly. “That wasn’t for you…”

Felix, of course, throws another curveball at me and I have to force myself not to physically shudder at his tone. “Clearly it was for me, you were moaning my name while you fucked your fist.” I’d never heard him say anything so…nasty before. He usually keeps things pretty PG.

“Lix, don’t-”

“Was it me?” He suddenly asks as he sits up. His tone isn’t accusatory or panicked so I take it as a good sign and let out a sigh as I nod. I know what he’s asking.

“Yeah. You were the one I had that dream about.” I rake a hand through my hair and look away. “Look, I don’t want things to be weird, Lix, can we please just pretend this never happened?”

“Nope.” He pops the ‘p’ and I sigh once more. “I had my suspicions, you know.” His voice is gentle as his small hand comes to rest on my shoulder. “I wasn’t oblivious to it. I just wanted things to unfold on their own. I didn’t want to push you when you were still coming to terms with everything, but I knew.”

My face is on fire yet again and it only gets worse when he pushes me back against the headboard and straddles my waist. His usually-inviting gaze is dark now, hooded as he looks down at me from his position on my lap. His freckles seem to stand out more with the soft blush dusting his cheeks. When his lips part, I immediately give him all my attention - as if he didn’t already have it. I hang on to his every word. I always have.

“I’ve thought about it too, you know.” His voice is a low rumble and it makes my head spin. “I’ve thought about how you sound; about how you taste, how you feel. I’ve spent so much time thinking about it and wondering if I was the man you dreamt about.” My dick twitches to life in my athletic shorts, though I’m terrified to admit I’m getting hard over this.

He’s leaning in close now and my heart is hammering in my chest. “I’m tired of just thinking about it, Binnie…” He whispers, his hands sliding from my shoulders, down my chest and abs as he leans closer to whisper in my ear. My muscles jump under his touch. I’ve always been pretty sensitive but it seems I’m even more responsive when it comes to him. “I wanna act on it.” His teeth ever so gently clamp down on my earlobe and my hands fly to his hips.

“Lix-” my voice is strained, surprising even me. I don’t think I’ll ever understand how he manages to work me up without even trying. My fingers dig into the material of his loose sweats as a wave of arousal crashes over me. Before I can speak, he grinds his ass down on my semi and I can’t suppress the low groan I let out.

“I know you wanna act on it too, Binnie.” He whispers by my ear before allowing his tongue to soothe the area he’d just bitten. “I know you’re watching me in that mirror right now too.” He adds as his plump lips trail along my jaw and I have half a mind to deny it but that desire flees with his next question. “Do I look pretty on top like this?” His teeth rake over my skin and my grip on his hips tightens yet again as I watch him in the mirror that hangs over my bed.

“Fucking stunning, Lixie.” I rasp out, squeezing his hips as he sets a slow, steady pace. The sound he lets out at both the name and my touch makes my heart pound. I don’t watch him much longer, opting instead to turn my face towards his neck and press a series of kisses there, nipping at his skin after the final one. He fucking whimpers and my dick throbs against his ass.

But then he pulls away and sits up. I watch him in confusion, almost pouting when he pushes my hands away. “I can’t take it.” He whispers as he whips his shirt off. “I need you. Right now.” He looks back down at me, his warm blonde hair hanging in front of his eyes. He pushes it out of his face before reaching for the hem of my shirt.

I let him start to undress me, growing amused at just how frantic he’s becoming. “Relax, baby. We have all the time in the world.” I tease, flashing a smirk at him as I reach for him again. I pull him into me and he squeaks in surprise as our bare chests meet, his hands flying to my biceps. I can’t help but flex a bit. He whispers a soft ‘hi’, which I return as my fingers begin to trace circles on his back. He looks so pretty when he shudders at my touch.

I grow serious after a moment. I’ve never been with a man before. I’ve had plenty of sex but it’s been about a year since the last time and that time was with a woman because I was actively trying to deny my feelings for him. It’s not that I’m afraid or uncomfortable, I just need him to take it slow so I can learn his body; learn how he likes to be touched and how this actually works.

He can sense this. His eyes widen a bit, which is fucking adorable given his flushed cheeks, and he lets his hands slide up my arms to rest on my shoulders. “Am…am I your first?” I give a slight nod and his expression grows fond, a soft smile settling on his thick lips. “I’ll try to be patient.” He teases and both of us give a soft chuckle before my arms tighten around his waist.

“Can…” I start and bite my lip pensively. Should I ask for his permission? I mean, surely he won’t mind it since he initiated everything. Still, I ask. “Can I kiss you, Felix?”

His nod is almost imperceptible but I see it. He doesn’t make a move to lean in and I move one arm from his waist. Everything is still as we stare at each other, my free hand coming up to his face. I brush my knuckles along his jaw and he shivers, his breath hitching as I lean up towards him and let my hand cup his jaw. “I’ve spent so much time thinking about this.” I mimic his previous statement when we’re only a centimeter apart and his lips curl up into a soft smile before I bring my own lips to meet his.

It feels like the stars have aligned. Everything feels right when I’m kissing him. He tastes like the blue raspberry lollipop he was sucking on earlier - distractingly, might I add - but I’m certain he’d be just as sweet without the lingering taste of candy. I swipe my tongue over his bottom lip and he lets out yet another whimper, making my dick twitch again.

He slowly pulls back for air and I peek out at him, noticing a tiny smile on his lips again. “You taste like candy.” I whisper and he lets out a soft giggle, making my heart melt.

“So do you.” He whispers back. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.” He adds before crashing his lips back to mine. His hands are on my neck now, his thumbs resting just in front of my ears as he splays his fingers out on my feverish skin. This kiss is more urgent, more passionate. I let my hand move to the back of his head and suck in a deep breath as he nips at my lip. His hips begin to move again and the hand I’ve tangled in his sunny tresses becomes a fist.

His elbows are tucked in and it almost feels like he’s trying to make himself smaller. Does he like to feel small? I almost melt over how endearing he is but I manage to hold myself together. I can make him feel small and cared for.

I can’t help but give his hair a soft tug as I sweep my tongue into his mouth. He lets out the prettiest whine and reaches one hand between us, palming at the front of my shorts as he stills his hips. He’s growing frantic again and I can tell he’s desperate to be touched right now.

He doesn’t let me explore his mouth for too long, instead urging my head back so he can trail kisses along my throat. His lips work down my neck and just as I release his waist so I can slip a hand into his sweats, he begins his descent down my body. Molten lava fills my veins and I freeze in place when his lips trail down my chest while his hands make quick work of my shorts. He doesn’t tug my boxers down just yet, opting to tease me through the thin material. After lifting my hips for him, I look down at him.

I watch as he settles on his belly between my legs and admires the strain in my boxers. He props himself up on one elbow while he runs his free hand along my thigh. He turns and presses a kiss to my other thigh, dangerously close to my dick. “Lixie-” I hiss and he simply hums, allowing his lips to press more tender kisses to my skin and then the material of my boxers. He looks drunk now.

His hand rests on my hip as he begins to mouth at my barely-concealed hard-on and I let out a low groan. He leaves a series of sloppy kisses on the front of my boxers before closing his lips around my clothed tip. I suck in a ragged breath at the sensation and let my head fall back against the headboard with a dull thud. “Felix, please-” I sigh.

I don’t know why I anticipated him to refuse and continue teasing me, but that’s not what happens. He instantly gets up on his knees and urges me to lift my hips, which I do with no hesitation. My cock springs free from its confinement and I hiss slightly. I lift my head with all the strength I can muster and watch him settle back in before wrapping a small hand around my dick.

Something in me is screaming that I need to watch, to take in every second of his attention on me, but it’s becoming hard to hold my head up. The anticipation is driving me up the wall. My breathing is ragged as he gives a few strokes before making eye contact and wrapping his lips around my angry red head. I let out a soft sigh as his tongue swirls around the tip and my eyes slip closed. It’s only just started but this is already the best head of my life.

Then he takes me as far as he can and I feel like I’m floating. The sound that escapes me is choked and draws an amused hum from him. I allow my head to fall back against the headboard once more, the thud much louder this time, but force my eyes open, watching in the mirror as he throats my dick. I take in the way his head bobs over my hips and how his back is arched ever so slightly with the way he’s propped up. I admire the way he has one leg hiked up while the other is stretched out straight.

Between the slurping sounds and the way he’s rutting against the bed, I feel like I’m going to combust. He pulls off to breathe but continues to jerk me and I feel a bubble of disappointment settle in my belly. I know why he stopped but fuck it felt so good. He presses a series of kisses to my hips and thighs as he catches his breath and I almost have the strength to look back down at him but then he swallows me whole again and I almost pass out.

He’s working faster now, with more vigor, and I can’t dream of containing the noises he seems so set on drawing out of me. “Fuck, Lixie, slow down-” I groan, tangling a fist in his hair. He lets out a whimper at the tug and I notice how he bucks his hips harder at the contact as I’m watching his reflection. “I won’t last-”

He pulls off and stops moving, staring up at me. “Look at me.” His voice is oddly demanding and I can’t bring myself to deny him. I lift my head and make eye contact. “Sit up. I want you to watch me make you cum.” I have half a mind to flip things and pin him down, to teach him a lesson for getting so bossy with me, but I let it slide because I’m admittedly desperate to feel his mouth back on my aching cock. I resituate myself without a word and he gives a satisfied sound. “Good boy.”

“Thin ice, Lixie.” I warn and he lets out a soft giggle.

“Worth a shot.” He hums before growing serious again. “I’ve lost count of the amount of times I’ve gotten off to the thought of sucking you off.” He sighs almost dreamily before taking the tip back in his mouth. He looks up at me as he hollows his cheeks and swirls his tongue yet again, his hand working the rest of my cock. It’s clear he’s set on making me cum before I get the chance to fuck him, before I have the chance to get him equally as worked up.

He’s about to have his way. The knot in the pit of my belly is dangerously close to unraveling and I can’t stifle the noises he’s drawing out of me.

That knot comes undone the second I feel his free hand move to fondle my balls. “Fuck-” I almost drop my head back but the desire to have this image burned in my mind is stronger. Wave after wave of arousal floods my body as I shoot my load into his mouth, his fingertips just barely teasing my balls. I watch as he swallows my cum, my body on fire as he continues to work my dick until I’m about to beg him to stop.

He pulls off right before I open my mouth to stop him and licks his lips. He doesn’t say anything, just pulls himself to his knees and moves up the bed to kiss me. My arms are around his waist and his hands rest on my neck like before. I taste myself on his lips and when I sweep my tongue into his mouth. I’m straining up to kiss him as he’s towering over me and part of me wishes he’d sit down instead of standing on his knees. I don’t voice this, opting instead to focus on how good it feels to be with him like this.

My hands trail along his back, my fingertips ghosting over his skin, and he shivers. How cute. I let my fingers dip past his waistband and he sucks in a shaky breath, not once pulling away from the kiss as I give his bare ass a squeeze. I push his sweats and boxers down in one go and he finally breaks the kiss, looking down between us as his cock springs free. He presses his forehead to mine as I reach between us and he gasps when my callused hand wraps around his dick, his jaw hanging slack.

I realize this is the first time in my life I’m touching a dick that isn’t mine and I feel like a curious teenager all over again. I give an experimental tug, touching him the way I like to be touched, and he whines softly. The sound goes straight to my cock and I decide I have to keep hearing it. It’s just too pretty. He’s just too pretty. “What do you want? Tell me what you like, baby.” I whisper and his breath hitches. I can’t tell if it’s because of the name or the way my hand is working his hard-on, but I’m beyond caring.

“Just- just want you, Bin…” he whispers back and I shake my head.

“You know what I mean, Lix.” I gently nudge him back so I can meet his gaze and his face is bright red. How fucking cute. “I can’t just go for it without you telling me what you like and what feels good. I’ve never slept with a guy before. All the experience I have means nothing in this context.” My voice is gentle, not scolding. He already looks flustered enough.

He nods and swallows thickly as he tries to form a coherent sentence. I know the way my hand is slowly jerking him is making his mind run blank. “I-I’ll show you how. Just…please don’t stop-” His words are cut short by a surprisingly high-pitched moan when I dig my thumb into the slit. “Fuck- definitely don’t stop.”

I can’t help but chuckle softly at his response, feeling empowered by his reaction. “You like it when I do that?” I tease and he nods vigorously. “Words, baby. Tell me, do you like it when I do that?” I may sound like an ass right now but I don’t really care. I’m feeling high from this and every sound he makes pushes me closer to losing myself. I want to hear him say it.

“Y-yes!” He moans out, ducking his face into my neck. “Yes, I love it when you touch me like that. Want you to do it again. Please?” He’s quiet, his voice muffled by my shoulder, but I hear him clearly. I can’t deny him anything. I’ve never been able to deny him anything, even before I was nursing a crush on him. I dig my thumb in again and he lets out a choked sound, bucking into my hand.

He whimpers in distress when I release his cock, his head snapping up from my shoulder with wide, bleary eyes. He looks entirely dazed and disappointed at the loss of contact. Confused even. I sooth him with a quick peck before pulling him against my chest and flipping us so he’s on his back.

He looks pretty staring up at me like this. He always looks pretty, of course, but I’ve wanted to see him under me for so long now. I stare back at him for a moment before ducking down to kiss him. He moves to wrap his arms around my neck but I gently pin his wrists to the bed and he lets out a soft groan.

My lips move to his jaw and I press a few soft kisses there before beginning my descent. I nip at his neck and press chaste kisses to his collarbones; allow my tongue to flick over his nipples, earning a tiny squeak. “Let me hear.” I pause, looking up at him. I can tell he’s holding back and I want to hear every sound he makes. He nods slowly and I peck the center of his chest. “Good boy.” He keens at the name and I grin to myself. “You like being called a good boy, don’t you Lixie?”

“Fucking love it…” He whispers, his head falling back against the headboard. He’s more slumped than I’d been so I can just barely see his face as I move down his body. “Wanted to hear you call me a good boy for so long.” He sighs, allowing himself to get lost in the sensation of my lips on his skin.

“Yeah?” He nods and hums out a soft ‘uh huh’. “I bet you were thinking about it while imagining blowing me, weren’t you?” He gives the same response and I let out a quiet laugh as my lips ghost over his abs. He’s got well-defined muscles, which is a pleasant surprise for anyone who is blessed to see him shirtless.

His dick twitches as I kiss his hips and he whines softly when I don’t immediately touch him. I’m somewhat nervous now as I settle on my stomach between his legs. Again, I’ve had plenty of sex, but never with a man. I’m curious. But I’m also so unsure of myself. I wrap my hand around the base of his cock and hesitantly lick the tip, propping on one arm the way he had only minutes prior.

He gasps softly at the sensation and I do it again, looking up to gauge his reaction. His eyes are screwed shut, his brow furrowed as he focuses on my touch. His lips are parted, allowing puffs of air and soft sounds of pleasure to escape. Slowly, carefully, I wrap my lips around the head of his cock and he lets out a whine so stunning I think I might just pass away.

“Please- more-” He gasps out and I tentatively flick my tongue. “J-just like that…” he whispers, assuring me I’m doing this right. I repeat my actions over and over, my hand working the rest of him, until he’s a worked up, whining mess. I pull off briefly and his head snaps up, his eyes flying open. Before he can ask why I stopped, I lock eyes with him and allow a thick string of drool to drip down from my mouth and onto the tip of his cock before spreading it around with my hand. He whimpers helplessly at the sight and I feel his dick throb in my hand.

Without breaking eye contact, I take him back in my mouth with more confidence than before and set out to finish him off. I want to taste more of him. I ease myself down his cock, taking him as far as I can manage before gagging a bit. He’s nodding at me now, assuring me I’m doing a good job, and my mind runs blank. All I can think about is making him feel good. I finally have him right where I want him - under me - and I’m determined to make this worth it for him.

I repeat my actions over and over until he’s desperately tugging at my hair and bucking his hips. Every time he shoves his cock down my throat, I gag around him and he lets out another pretty moan. He’s losing himself now and I feel powerful yet again. Then he starts begging.

“Please- oh my fucking god- ‘m gonna cum-” He moans out, letting his head fall back against the headboard.

Immediately, I pull off his drooling dick and repeat his previous statement, though my tone is much more demanding. “Look at me. I want you to watch me make you cum.” He lets out one of the most distressed sounds I’ve ever heard from him and quickly complies, propping himself up on one elbow so one hand is still free to tug at my hair. “Good boy.” I coo and take him back in my mouth.

His jaw hangs slack as his grip on my hair grows tighter and tighter to the point it’s painful. I love it. I find myself rutting against the bed just like he had earlier as I dig my tongue into the slit. The sound he lets out isn’t simply a moan, it’s a cry. He’s desperate for release now and he’s so, so sensitive. “A-again! Please- do it again-” He begs and I can’t dream of denying him.

The moment I repeat my actions, I feel his cum against my tongue. I take it all but I don’t swallow. I want him to get a taste of himself. I move up the bed as he comes down from his high and immediately press my lips to his, much like he’d done earlier. I gently grip his chin, urging him to open his mouth. He complies eagerly and I use my tongue to push his cum into his mouth, sharing it with him. We exchange it back and forth for a few seconds before I pull away and swallow what’s left.

“I don’t know what the fuck that was, but it was hot.” He giggles breathlessly and I chuckle softly. If I’m being honest, I don’t know what came over me just then, but it was one of the hottest things I’d ever done. I realize we’re staring at each other but I don’t dare move.

Things are still again, like when I asked to kiss him, except now he’s smiling up at me. We’re comfortable now, less on edge, but I’m far from done with him. I bring my hand to his face and run my thumb over his cheekbone as he leans into my touch, his eyes slipping shut. “You’re so pretty.” I whisper and his cheeks go a soft rose color.

“You’re prettier.” He whispers back, looking up at me. I chuckle and shake my head before he gently pushes me back. I sit up, slightly confused, and he rolls onto his side. I want to pin him back in place but I also have no clue what he’s doing. “You should really learn to put these things away.” He teases as he reaches for something on the other side of my bed.

It’s then that I realize I left my lube laying at the top of the pillow, tucked just far enough out of sight for me to forget its existence. It had slipped between the pillow and headboard, just barely peeking out. I let out a soft huff of laughter and move to take it but he playfully swats my hand away. “Sit.” He gestures to the headboard and I comply, moving to sit with my back against the cool wood.

I watch as he grabs a couple of pillows to recline on and pops the cap on the tube. “I’ve always wanted to put on a show for you…” he murmurs, his legs falling open as he squeezes some of the candy-scented lube onto his fingers to warm it up.

“How fitting. I’ve always wanted to watch you put on a show.” I smirk and he lets out a soft huff of laughter before whimpering quietly as his middle finger circles his entrance. His face scrunches up cutely as he slowly works himself up, soft sighs slipping past his pillowy lips.

After a few minutes of teasing, he carefully presses his middle finger into himself and makes yet another beautiful sound. God I wish I were the one touching him like that. Maybe he’ll let me…

“Fuck, baby, you look so pretty like this…” I groan, watching as he finger fucks himself open for me. I wrap a hand around my dick and watch as he tries not to get too far ahead of himself.

“Yeah? How pretty?” He whimpers, adding a second finger as he looks at me. I see his cock twitch upon the realization that I’m enjoying what he’s doing and my gaze lifts to his face.

“So fucking pretty, baby. The prettiest.” His jaw drops and he lets his head tip back. It’s interesting to see just how much my words affect him.

Then he lets out a whine of frustration. “Can’t reach-” he huffs and I’m all too eager to offer assistance.

“Want me to take over, angel?” Stars fill his eyes at the name as he nods enthusiastically, immediately pulling his hand back to give me access.

“Please…”

I waste no time in grabbing the lube and squeezing some onto my fingers as I bring myself to my knees between his legs. I notice him tense and I pause, worried he might be uncomfortable. “Is everything okay, Lix?” I ask softly, still coating my fingers and warming the lube as I speak.

“Hmm?” It’s then that I see his eyes have become glossy and half-lidded. “Oh- yeah, everything is great.” He smiles up at me but I don’t move so he elaborates. “I was getting ahead of myself.”

“Aww, lost in thought about how it’ll feel when I fuck you?” He nods vigorously and I smirk as I lean down, propping myself up on one hand which is planted by his head. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, you won’t have to wait to find out much longer.” His face goes bright red again as I slip my hand between his legs.

In reality, I’m just as worked up as he is and I’m nervous. I’m talking a big game for someone who has never fucked a guy before. But I’m encouraged by his reaction as I press a slick finger inside him.

His jaw is still hanging slack and he lets out a soft whine. I’m honestly a little surprised by his reaction. He’s already stretched himself a good bit so it’s not a shocking sensation or anything. Is he really that affected by my touch? “C-curl-” He urges and I do, earning a high-pitched moan as my finger comes into contact with his prostate.

With a renewed sense of courage, I begin to finger fuck him, repeatedly dragging my finger over his prostate. After only a minute, he begs me for another so I give it to him, watching his face contort in pleasure as I hover over him. I lower myself down and begin to press kisses to his neck, earning sighs of pleasure.

But then he grabs my wrist, pushing my hand away, and I freeze. “Can’t- fuck, I can’t take it-” He grabs the lube as he speaks and puts more than a generous amount on his palm before wrapping his hand around my hard-on. “Please just fuck me already-” He begs as he coats my dick and it twitches in his hand. He looks up at me with a sly grin. “You like when I beg, Binnie?”

My cock throbs again and I instantly pull my fingers out of him and place my hand over his, bucking my hips when he digs his thumb into the slit. “I fucking love it, angel. Love that name too.” I see the stars in his eyes again and gently push his hand away. He takes hold of his own dick with his messy hand, biting his lip when I line up.

I slowly push in, watching as his lips part and he lets out a soft gasp. I’m short circuiting now. He’s tighter than any woman I ever fucked and now my jaw is hanging slack like his has been since he saw my dick pic. “Oh my fucking god, Lixie…” I choke out before I’m even halfway in.

My face screws up in pleasure and I hiss softly as my hips meet his. I don’t know if he wants me to move yet or not but I have to stay still for a moment or I will finish too early, I can feel it. “Binnie…” I manage to force my eyes open and his expression almost makes me lose myself. He’s staring up at me with half-lidded eyes, his pillowy lips parted and allowing little puffs of air to escape. “Kiss me…” He whispers, following it up with a soft ‘please?’ as he gives his cock a tug.

I don’t need to be asked twice. I plant my free hand on the other side of his head as I dip down to kiss him, making a mental note to change the sheets before letting him settle in for the night. Our lips meet and he tangles his free hand in my hair, giving a soft tug.

I groan against his lips and he continues to pull until it hurts. I wince at the pain and stop my hips from moving as he riles me up. He doesn’t seem to like this and gives another tug. He continues to give sporadic tugs as my tongue sweeps into his mouth until I finally buck my hips. He lets out a broken moan against my lips and I pull back so I can hear him fully.

“Gonna sing for me, pretty boy?” I tease as I snap my hips forwards, earning a loud, whiny ‘uh huh’ as he nods. “Tell me how you want it, baby.” I whisper, giving shallow thrusts as I listen for his response.

“I don’t care.” He groans, working his hand a bit faster. “I don’t care how you fuck me, Bin, just please make me cum.” He begs in a pathetic tone and a thrill runs through my body.

“Any way I want?” He nods and I sit up between his legs. I gently push his hand away from his dick and press his knees towards his chest, my hands supporting him so he can just relax and feel everything I’m doing to him. “Lix?” He looks up and I catch his eye. “Tell me if anything is off, yeah?” I’m so worried I’m going to mess this up somehow. Maybe it’s because it’s Felix, my best friend and the man I’ve had feelings for for over a year, and not just some random guy.

“Of course.” I breathe a sigh of relief and he bites his lip in a failed attempt to conceal a tiny smile. “But don’t expect to hear anything but moans.” I’m slightly taken aback but entirely flattered that he has so much faith in me.

He’s about to encourage me to carry on when I suddenly snap my hips forwards. His jaw drops and his head falls back to the pillows, a quiet moan slipping past his plump lips. “You mean like that?” I tease as I set a steady pace, suppressing my own sounds save for the soft cursing under my breath.

He nods frantically and I just barely notice him wipe his hands clean before holding his legs just above where I’m holding. “Please touch my cock, Binnie. I need it. I need you to touch me. Pretty please?” He begs as I begin to speed up, feeling more confident with every gasp and moan I draw from him.

I release his thighs and wrap my right hand around his dick, stifling a low groan as he lets out a breathy moan that vaguely sounds like my name. My gaze is volleying between where we’re connected, my hand tugging at his pretty cock, and his face, which is screwed up in pleasure. My hips falter slightly when I realize he looks just as pretty as he did in the dream that started this whole mess.

I quickly regain my rhythm and tap his hand, signaling him to release his legs. Once he does, I urge them around my waist. My left hand rests on his thigh, close to his hip, and I massage circles on his feverish skin with my thumb. “F-faster-” He chokes, one hand fisting in the sheets while the other blindly searches for my left hand.

He stops my absentminded motion and takes my hand, lacing our fingers. My heart races at the simple gesture and I give a gentle squeeze as I pick up the pace, hips pistoning at a pace I forgot I could reach. I’m about to speak but every thought leaves my mind when I look down at his leaking cock. Just past that, I notice a bulge that appears every time I slam into him.

“Holy fucking shit-” I hiss as I watch in wonder. A new wave of arousal crashes over me at the sight and I’m hit with the urge to breed him; to make him wholly mine. I know it makes no sense but I can’t help it. “Lixie, baby, you’re so fucking perfect…” I groan and he squeezes my hand.

I release his dick and ghost my fingers over the bulge appearing in his belly with each thrust. He whines in disappointment at the loss of stimulation but lifts his head when he feels my fingertips on his skin. He zeroes in on what I’m fixated on and I feel him clench around me, drawing a loud moan from me. “Oh fuck-” His jaw drops as he watches, precum dribbling on his skin at the sight, which only makes it hotter. “Oh fuck ‘m gonna cum-” He warns and I instantly wrap my hand back around his cock, set on finishing him off.

I’m fighting to stay composed as I fuck into him. I want him to cum first. And he does. He lets out a cry that resembles my name as cum spurts across his belly, his grip on my hand tightening as he shudders in pleasure. I don’t stop jacking him off until he’s trembling and squeezing my hand almost painfully. Finally, I release him. “Where do you want it, bab-?”

He doesn’t even let me finish speaking. “Inside. Please cum inside.” His tone is desperate as he begs and he sounds close to tears. Not being able to refuse him, I let go.

My thrusts become sloppy and a moment later my orgasm crashes over me. I rut into him desperately, my entire body overtaken by a euphoria I’ve never experienced before. I’m pinning his hands above his head as I fall into him even before the ecstasy has passed, hips still jerking as I crash my lips to his in a desperate kiss.

He moans against my lips, squeezing my hands as my hips slow. Finally, I still as my tongue dips into his mouth. He still tastes like that blue raspberry lollipop from earlier.

I hum as I pull back for air and he bites his lip as he looks up at me. We stare at each other in silence, both of us praying that this isn’t a one time thing but neither of us willing to ask. I release his hands in favor of playing with his hair after pushing it out of his face. “You did so good.”

“Mm usually I’m the one giving the praise, sweetheart.” I tease and he giggles softly, bringing his hands to my cheeks and tracing my cheekbones with his thumbs.

“Well I’m the one with more experience so I get to dole out praises this time.” He sticks his tongue out playfully before smiling up at me again. “Seriously though, you’re fucking amazing.”

I lean down and peck his lips again before sitting up, pulling him with me so we’re still chest to chest. I’m vaguely aware of the way our bodies are pressed together, his cum smearing across both of us now. More importantly, I’m aware of how the change in position drives me deeper into him; aware of the tiny gasp that slips past his lips.

“I think that’s you, baby.” I whisper and peck his lips again. I can’t help myself. I’ve wanted to kiss him for a whole year now.

He goes quiet for a moment as he looks at me and I wonder what he’s thinking. Before I can ask, he’s tipping us over and I’m landing on my back beneath him. “No, it’s you. I can’t get enough.” He whispers and rolls his hips.

I hiss at the motion and plant my feet on the mattress, trying to tighten my grip on him to hold him still while I buck into him, but he pushes my hands away. He grabs my wrists and pins my hands by my head at first, pulling back so he can look down at me. My softening dick begins to stiffen again and I make a mental note to contemplate exactly why it was so hot to be pinned down by him when he’s the most obviously submissive man I’ve ever met. Then he releases me and sits up properly on my lap.

“What have you done to me?” He whines softly, lifting himself up so just the tip is inside before dropping back down. I raise an eyebrow as my hands move to his hips and he tips his head back, looking up at himself in the mirror. “You already wrecked me, why am I still so fucking horny?”

I can’t help but chuckle at his complaint. “What? Tiny baby needs to be filled with cum again to feel satisfied?” My tone is mocking and I can feel the effect my words have on him. He clenches around me as his whole body tenses and I see his eyes slip shut in the mirror as he makes a pathetic noise.

“Yes! God yes-” He moans, pushing into my touch when my hands move to squeeze his ass. “Want you to fill me up again. Wanna make you cum for me again…” He babbles on as he lifts himself up and drops back down, letting out what almost sounds like a squeal.

He sets a steady pace like this, a symphony of the prettiest sounds I’ve ever heard falling from his lips as he rides me. His head lolls around, alternating between watching himself in the mirror and looking down at me. I can’t tear my eyes away from his body, fixated on the way his muscles contract and the bulge that appears as he fucks me.

I don’t know what possesses me to do this, but I slap his ass and he jolts on top of me. His dick twitches and he moans out my name. He leans forwards and places his hands on my abs, balancing himself as he rocks back on my dick. I buck my hips and he whimpers. “No no no, lemme do it. I wanna do this. Wanna make you cum…” He argues and I can't deny him anything so I comply.

It’s difficult to stay still but I settle for guiding his hips. His head hangs as he rides me, his moans growing increasingly desperate each time our bodies meet. My body is on fire at the slight overstimulation but I welcome it.

Felix doesn’t seem to be faring as well. His moans have turned into cries and he tries to hide his face from me by tossing his head back as he sits up. I see it though and I notice the tears. I’m worried but he’s still going, lifting himself up with much effort and dropping back down in a heap. “Baby, do you need a break?”

“J-just a little…” he wipes his cheeks but doesn’t stop moving. “But I wanna keep going.”

“Why don’t you let me take over, Lixie?” He shakes his head and I gently squeeze his hips. “Please, angel?” He freezes at the name and nods after a moment of silence.

I immediately sit up and make him lay back before pulling out, some of my cum leaking out of him. I don’t bother asking him to roll over, I position him myself. I put him on his belly and push one leg up, like the way he’d laid while sucking me off. I grab his ass and see him clench around nothing, whimpering at my treatment of him. “Please fuck me, Binnie…” He whines out and I squeeze some more lube onto my dick before I line up.

I push into him and set a rough pace, giving his ass a slap as I listen to his wails. His hands fist the sheets as lewd squelching and the sound of skin slapping fills the room. He lets out a pretty sob every time I slap his ass.

My gaze bounces back and forth between his ass - I can’t help but admire the way it jiggles every time I slam into him - and his hands twisted in the sheets. He looks so pretty on display for me like this, crying into my sheets. It’s better than any dream I could’ve had and my dick twitches inside him. Fuck I’m close.

“Fuck- Binnie, please cum inside! Please- want you to cum first and fill me up-” He begs and my dick twitches again.

“Yeah? Gonna take it all like a good boy? Gonna cum and make a mess of my sheets?”

“Yes!” He sobs and I can't help myself. I give in to the fire licking at my skin and cum, relishing in his moans as I fill him up. He shudders beneath me as he joins me, his body jerking with the force of his orgasm.

I don’t stop until I’m on fire, until I can’t take it anymore. He’s trembling now. I pull out slowly and he makes a small sound of protest. I lean down and press my lips to his shoulder, kissing there several times before sitting back up. “You did so good for me, baby. Took it so well.” I coo as I gently roll him onto his back, only to discover he’d had a dry orgasm.

“Yeah?” He asks hopefully and I nod, leaning back over him and swiping my knuckles over his cheeks to dry his tears.

“Yeah.” I offer a small smile before pecking his pouty lips. “Why don’t you let me get you cleaned up and then we can snuggle?”

“How about I go get cleaned up while you change the sheets and then we cuddle?” He laughs softly, taking in a shaky breath afterwards as he stares up at me in what I can only describe as adoration.

“Do you want me to help you to the bathroom?” I ask as we both sit up and he shakes his head.

“It’s okay. I’m okay.” He assures me as he stands. Part of me deflates a little because I want to dote on him, but that part is pacified when he turns around and plants his lips on mine. I rise up on my knees as we kiss, pulling him against me. I frown a little when he pulls back. “I’ll be right back.”

I nod and watch him walk into my en suite bathroom before pulling myself from my trance. Holy shit. I fucked my best friend.

I get up from the bed and quickly pull the sheets off, using them to wipe his cum off my stomach and clean my dick. I toss them in the hamper and grab a pair of boxers, pulling them on before going to the closet to get fresh sheets.

I’m wrestling with the fitted sheet when Felix comes out of the bathroom and grabs his boxers from the floor. “Need a hand?” He teases, his usual glow back tenfold.

“Maybe a little.” I chuckle and he helps me quickly finish making the bed before crawling under the sheets. I join him and prop up on one arm, resting my head on my hand. I take a moment to admire him, his bright eyes framed with long lashes and full lips that could easily put any Bratz doll to shame, before speaking. “How long did you know?”

He takes a moment to take me in as well before answering. “I only assumed, but ever since you told me you had ‘an intimate dream about a guy’ after icing me out for two weeks. It made sense. I wondered why you avoided me but then you told me you had that dream and I guessed it had something to do with me.”

“Then…how long have you thought about sleeping with me?” I might be pushing my luck but I’m curious.

“Long before you ever questioned your sexuality.” He scoffs at himself and looks down at my bare chest with a ghost of a smile, his cheeks going a soft pink. “I think it started that day at the park when we were in high school. Remember that picnic we went on? You were by my side the whole time and you complimented me a few times. You just looked so good that day and you were so laid back and fun, I couldn't help but admire you. That never really changed though, you being carefree.”

It’s my turn to blush now. A smile creeps onto my face as I listen and I finally wrap an arm around him, pulling him against me. “That long?” He nods and I kiss his forehead. “You must’ve known something I didn’t back then.” I tease.

“No,” he laughs. “I used to lament the fact I had a crush on the straight guy.” He snuggles into my chest and lets out a soft sigh. “Part of me wondered if I was ever obvious about it. I don’t know if I ever acted weird around you. I feel like I did.”

“If you did, I never noticed. You’ve always been a sweetheart, I just figured you were extra sweet in private with everyone.” I laugh in spite of myself. How did I never pick up on it? To be fair, I thought I was straight until a little over a year ago. “It’s endearing.”

“It is?” I can hear his smile in his voice.

“It is. Everything about you is. You’re the resident sunshine, after all.”

“I like when you call me stuff like that.”

“Yeah?” He nods. “I think ‘angel’ is your favorite, hmm?” He nods again and I kiss the top of his head before laying my head down. “Cute. Well I’m glad you like it because I don’t think I’ll ever stop.”

“You better not.” He’s pouting now, I’m sure of it.

“Don’t worry, baby, I won't.”

“Good. You better keep calling me your baby.” I can’t stop the smile I’m wearing from growing wider.

“I will because you are.” I hum. I don’t know what we are but I do know we’re more than friends and I do know I’m never getting over him. “Sweet dreams.” I whisper when I notice his breathing even out.

Whatever this is, I’m content to hold him in my arms for the rest of the night.

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ʚ.˚₊‧ ୨SKZ reaction to you telling them you wanna be the big spoon while cuddling.୧ ‧₊˚⋅ .ɞ

note: Hey guys! I´m back this is my second post. ik it took a while but it is!!! hope you enjoy. I didn´t do great but I tried my best.

TW: fluff, crack, angst, and comfort.

words:577

⊹₊ ⋆ʚChannieɞ⋆ ₊⊹

Confused he wouldn´t really understand and he would ask you to repeat yourself 

He´s still down to try new things between your relationship. 

He feels kinda weird because because he´s the touchy one in the relationship. 

-” Channie, can I be the big spoon tonight?" you ask. “Can you repeat that, Babygirl?” he asks confused “If I can be the big spoon tonight?” you repeat but this time you have a pout on your face. “Okay, but only for tonight.” 

ִ ࣪𖤐⊹ ࣪ ˖ᵕ̈ㅤLee Knowᵕ̈ ✮˖ ࣪ ⊹

Straight to the point. 

His answer is no 

He loves you a lot but would never let you baby him 

-” Baby, can you be the little spoon tonight?” you ask sweetly. “No” he answers, “why not?” “Because no one is allowed to baby me. “But just this tim-” you try to say but he interrupts you “If I have to explain myself one more time no more cuddle for a week.” he says a bit annoyed. “okay” you answer him. 

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨Binnie୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

Tries to say no, in a nice way. 

But you convince him in the end. 

At the end unexpectedly actually likes it 

“Babe, can I be the big spoon tonight?” you ask. He looks at you confused “Bunnie, are you sure?" “Pretty please” you beg. “Okay, okay. But only for tonight” "YAY!"

𔓘♡ ⭑ ౨Hyunjinৎ๋࣭ ⭑♡ 𔓘

Big tall baby but he would do anything for you to be happy 

Attacks you with kisses 

He's such a drama queen he ALMOST cries because he feels loved  

-” Jinnie, can we cuddle? But can you be the little spoon?”. “would that make you happy?” he says “Yes. But we don’t have to do it if you don’t want to” you answer “anything for you, princess” he gives you a peck.

⋆.˚✮Han✮˚.⋆˖

Ofc he’s gonna say yes 

He loves the idea (cuz he is so Babygirl) 

Probably one of his new favorite cuddling position 

-” Hannie do you mind being the little spoon for tonight?” you ask him “Really?” “Yep, just wanted to try something new” “Yeah, we can try that,” he said trying to look chill but in reality, he was so happy. 

⋆˚˖°ִ 𔓘౨Felixৎ𔓘°ִ˖˚⋆

Lowkey kind of worried you don’t like his cuddles anymore. 

Once you tell him you just want to try something new he calms down and he’s down to try it. 

Likes it  

-” Sunshine, can I be the big spoon for tonight?” he looks at you a bit sorry “Why? Do you not like me being the big spoon anymore” he asks while looking sorry. “No! I just wanted to try something new” “Oh ok, yeah, we can do that, angel”. 

⋆˚✿˖౨Seungminৎ⋆˚✿˖°

He definitely says no 

He threats you to ¡not cuddle with you 

But who said he wasn’t going to regret it. Ends up being the little spoon 

- “Minnie can I please be the big spoon for tonight?” “no” he answers “Pretty pleaseeee” you beg "Baby I already said no" he answers "But why?" "Y/N if I have to repeat one more time I'll sleep on the couch" "but" you stutter "I'll go get the blankets"

later that night

you hear the door open "Seungmin" you ask "Yes?" he answers

ꨄ｡ ₊°༺I.N༻°₊ ｡ꨄ

He would say yes 

He likes the idea 

Enjoys it 

-“Baby bread can I please be the big spoon for tonight?” “yeah” you look surprised “Just “yeah”?” you ask “Only with one condition,” he says “What is it?” “Just tell me why you want to be the big spoon,” he says “OH, well, I saw it online and I just wanted to try it” 

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No crying in the Burlesque club I part 2

Han Jisung x reader ft OT8 Stray kids

Mafia!au

Warnings: cursing, guns, mentions of blood, sexual language

Word count: 4,2k

Part 1 I part 3

A week had gone by at the Stray's house. You got to know their 'gang' name from Han, who pretty much has told you everything you know. He also told that they were sort of a mafia group, but they didn’t really care in what spectrum you put them. They were a group that did illegal stuff is how you would put it.

“Okay for starters our biggest income comes from gun sales. We buy them cheap, check and revamp them if needed and then sell them for a good price. We have partner groups and other clients who we sell, but never to our enemies. Then our second income comes from the races. Me, Changbin and Seungmin race while others take care of the betting and car fixing.” Han explained as he sat on the end of your bed opposite to you. You had been asking him about their group nonstop for two days, but he was too busy with the races and other things. Now you had been able to force him to sit and tell you everything.

“You don’t sound like a typical mafia group. Don’t they usually sell drugs and kill people?”

“You didn’t let me finish”

“Oh”

“Drugs? No. Killing? Yes, but not for fun. We take jobs from rich people who want their rivals or enemies dead. We have only one rule to that, no kids or women.” Han said running his hair through his hair.

“So, you’re like hitmen?”

“You could call it that. Me, Hyunjin and Felix do it mostly because we are the best shooters”

You thought about his words. Your half-brother had become the leader of a mafia group that killed people for money. The racing didn’t sound bad even the gun selling wasn’t at the top but killing people for money made you realize that they were a real criminal group. You couldn’t believe how Chan and these other men got sucked into this kind of life.

“Don’t you ever get tired?”

“Of what?”

“Living like this. You seem to be part of everything you guys do and isn’t it dangerous?”

“Don’t you worry about me Buttercup. You aren’t going to lose me” he winked and smiled. You rolled your eyes at him but felt your cheeks heating up a little. You knew he was just teasing you.

You hadn't been able to talk with Chan, he's always too busy or out doing business. You would guess that he is avoiding you. You met all the members as Han had a great idea to play some ‘let's get to know each other’ game. No one else was as excited as him, maybe Jeongin was close to his reaction. Others, including you, felt like back in the kindergarten. But you must admit that you did get to know the others a little bit better.

Chan, like you already knew, is the boss. You didn't get much information about him from others, they said he is a quite closed person and keeps things to himself. Which sounds nothing like Christopher, or Chan, whatever. But he was a good leader, always making sure the members were alright and never involved them to anything they didn’t approve.

Changbin, who drove you into their house, is their best driver. Strays compete in races every Friday and Tuesday, and Changbin is always at the top of them. He's a tough looking guy and muscular. He doesn’t show much emotion. He found the group in one of the races.

Lee know is the doctor, as you guessed. He is licensed and got into the team after he was caught stealing medical equipment and helping poor people for free. A man with a golden heart. His license wasn't provoked, but he chose not to go back as he would be always observed. He was asked to join by Chan. They met in a bar one night and talked, Chan knew he needed a doctor to patch up his men and Lee Know accepted his request.

Seungmin, who you also had already met, was their brains - the hacker genius that every mafia group needed. He seemed sweet and shy to you, but you haven't seen him in his work mode yet. He, like Changbin, found the group from the races.

Hyunjin is the team’s joker, although you thought it would be Han. But you learned that it meant that he was good at tricking people, usually used as a bait in missions. He joined the group together with Han and to you it made sense, they were both as chaotic.

Felix is their best fighter. Since he doesn't race, he trains for fights and in missions works like bodyguard to others. He sounds like on too, if growled at you before attacking, you would have a dump in your pants.

Jeongin is the youngest and the sneakiest. He usually works along with Hyunjin. Together they can trick and steal things easily, without the target noticing anything. He also masters lockpicking and can get trough almost any lock that comes his way.

And then we get to Han, Han Jisung. He really is...something. He had been keeping you company the most and helping with the stairs, though you had been staying in the guest room most of the time. He was the team’s best shooter and gun man. He didn't miss his targets and knew his guns better than his own pockets. 

"Alright wasn't this fun, now y/n knows us like the back of his pockets" Han said while slamming Felix’s and Changbin's thighs who were sitting on both of his sides.

"Shouldn't y/n then also tell about herself?" Jeongin asked and pointed at you. 

"Oh yeah, start singing darling" Han grinned at you and looked at you like you were going to tell him the most intense story ever. You glanced angrily at Han, he kept finding new nicknames to call you. He said he was sounding out which fitted you the most. 

"Well, I don't really have anything big to say about myself. I'm 22 years old and a Burlesque dancer" you said and shrugged. 

"Tell us about Chan" Felix asked. Of course, they didn't care about what you did they wanted to know about Chan. Someone whose past you knew the best. 

Christopher, or let’s just stick with Chan, and you had a same mom but different fathers. Chan was born in 1997, but your mother broke up with the man two years later. You didn't know much about the dad as Chan stayed with your mother and sometimes visited his father. Your mom met your dad in 2001, and you were born in 2002. Chan was happy to get a little sister. He played with you often, made sure you were always okay and protected you. But as you turned 6 and he was 11, he left to his father without proper goodbye, and you were heartbroken. Your mother never talked about him after that and told you to forget him. You never got the explanation on what happened.

The men looked at you like they knew the reason he left but you didn’t ask. You wanted Chan to tell it himself.

It was a Thursday evening. You were sitting in the kitchen of the Stray’s house, eating leftover pizza from yesterday. You had accepted the fact that you had to stay for now. Hyunjin had been able to question one of the red dragon’s members and found out that they were not interested in knowing who you were and didn’t know your relation to Chan – Obviously they could be lying but you were going to use that information when arguing with Chan about you leaving the house.

“You are still daring to eat that?” You heard Han asking and turned to see him walking to the table, taking a seat across you. He was wearing black jeans and a grey t-shirt that you remember wearing on a couple days ago. You hadn’t yet been able to visit your apartment to get clothes which is why you had mostly been using Han’s sweatpants and t-shirts.

“There was nothing else in the fridge. Gotta eat something” you muttered mouth full of pizza, looking at the plate.

“We could go buy something better to eat. I’m hungry and stale pizza doesn’t sound appetizing”.

“I’m not allowed to go out, remember?”

“Who told you that? You can out if it’s with someone of us with you- Oh, Chan didn’t tell you” Han let out a small laugh as you rased you gaze at him, eyes widening. “So I could have gone to get my stuff and not wear your clothes all this time??” you almost shouted annoyed.

“I think you look good in my clothes” Han smiled cheekily, not caring about your angry reaction. You didn’t acknowledge his remark and just brushed it off. Before you could start to shout at him again, your phone rang. Picking it from the pocket of your – or Han’s – sweatpants you saw ‘Boss’ calling. He had asked you earlier via text message if you were okay after the bombing and told you he would contact you later relating to work.

“Hi” you answered the phone. Han raised his eyebrow, wondering who was calling you.

“Hey, y/n. Good news, I bought a new club and we are opening this Saturday. Are you able to come to work?”

You looked down at your leg that had a cast on. “Well, I am still able to sing so why not”

“Perfect. I can make the schedule, so Cherry and Lucky have the harder performances. Come here on Saturday at 5pm”

“Alright…bye” you hung up and put your phone on the table and looked at Han. He still had his brow lifted.

“That was my boss. I’m going back to work on Saturday” you exclaimed cheerfully. You hated the fact that you couldn’t dance yet but at least you could still sing and perform that way.

“Oh, but don’t you think that would be risky? Someone’s seemingly pissed about your boss.” Han said with a more serious tone.

“Well yeah…but-“

“No buts, you are not going” you were interrupted by a familiar voice. Simultaneously you and Han turned your heads to see Chan standing at the kitchen’s door. His arms were crossed on his chest, and he looked mad. It’s like being mad was his signature face, at least when talking to you.

“And who are you to tell me that?” you snapped back, annoyed that he thought that just because he was your half brother and a boss to some mafia group, he could be telling you what to do. Chan walked closer to you, towering over you to look more intimidating. You kept your eyes on him, trying to look more tough to show him that he couldn’t just tell you what to do.

“It doesn’t matter, but for your own safety you are not going, and you are staying in here”

You were pissed. You had been safe for the four years living there and the whole-time dancing in that same Burlesque club. Just because you, the attackers and his men happened to be there at the same time didn’t mean you were in any more danger than before.

“I’m an adult I do what I want. I don’t need you to babysit me. I am okay to stay here for a while for you, but I am not okay with you affecting in my life any more than that!” You stood up and practically screamed in his face. You were breathing heavily, hands in fists and looking at Chan right in his eyes. You knew you didn’t look threatening like you wanted.

He looked at you back but didn’t say anything. Before he could argue back, Han stood up next to you. “What if I go with her?” he asked calmly, looking at Chan whose eyes shifted to him.

“Fine” Chan answered after being silent for a while and just walked away without saying another word. I just can’t get into that man’s head. You sighed and tried to relax your body, opening your hands and turned to look at Han. “Thank you. But you don’t really need to go with me”

Han looked at you back and smiled “It’s no trouble, really. At least I get to see you in sexy clothes again” he winked and started to walk away from the kitchen. If that is your way of flirting, it is not working you thought.

“Come on, let’s go get food. We can also get you your own clothes since mine aren’t good enough for you!” he yelled theatrically like he was hurt about you wanting to dress in your own clothes. You rolled your eyes even though he couldn’t see you. You had been rolling your eyes at him so many times you wouldn’t be surprised if your eyes one day just rolled out of their sockets. Han was a clown who always acted dramatic, flirty or both together.

Han helped you to pack and carry a suitcase full of your clothes, makeup and some hygiene stuff. You also got yourself burgers on the way back. It was nice sitting with him in the car and listening to music. You didn’t talk much but Han kept sure that there was no silent moment. Either he sang with along with the music or talked about different guns, what their range was, and which model was suitable in different situations. Once you got back, you went straight to your assigned room, unpacked your stuff and fell asleep.

Saturday came fast and you were getting ready to leave for work. Yesterday you had been at the house with Felix as the others were at the races the whole day. Felix stayed to watch the premises and probably to babysit you. But you didn’t mind, you had company. Felix was shy but you two got along just well. He found a wheelchair and rolled you around the house after you complained about having to hop your way everywhere. He showed you the garage where they all had their own cars and motorcycles. You recognized Seungmin’s black Mercedes, Changbins white/blue motorcycle and Han’s black Ferrari which you guys used to get your stuff.

On the 2nd floor were everyone else’s rooms except for Han, Chan and Changbin’s whose rooms were on the 1st floor. The 3rd floor had a gun storage and two training rooms: for fighting and shooting. Felix also showed the backyard that had a pool, outdoor gym and another smaller building where they handled the guns before selling them. Behind the building was a forest that also belonged to the place, behind it would be an electric gate which surrounded the whole yard. There were security cameras everywhere just in case.

You were amazed about the outdoors and spent the day sunbathing next to the pool. Felix sat inside watching a movie in their living room kind of space. Huge glass door, obviously bulletproof, separated you two so he could still see you.

This morning you had been thinking about the attack at the club last week and you had to admit that going back made you little nervous. Even though you knew it wasn’t the same building that you were going into. It kind of felt nice to know that you weren’t going alone. But let’s not admit that to Chan.

“You ready, pumpkin?” Han announced himself as he walked to your bathroom and leaned on the doorway. You were just touching up your mascara and looked at Han through the mirror. “Pumpkin, really?” you asked and put your mascara away into your purse, then turning to face Han.

He looked you from head to toe, admiring your outfit. You kept your performing outfits at home and took a few to the house and today you decided to wear a short bloodred dress, It had loose straps that fell gracefully off your shoulders and a corset, making your waist more delicate looking. Your hair was on a messy bun, sadly you couldn’t put heels on as you would’ve had the perfect heels for this outfit.

“You’re right, pumpkin doesn’t fit. How about smoking hot?” Han flirted and finally looked you in the eyes.

“When will you ever stop flirting with me like that?” you said pretending to be annoyed and pushed him out of the way and walked to your bed. You had picked out big, red diamond rings to match the outfit.

“Don’t act like you don’t like it”

You smiled as you knew Han wouldn’t see. You did like that he called you sexy, hot, beautiful, pretty, sweetheart, cutie pie and another bunch of names. He knew how to make a girl like him. But again, we don’t need the other part to know.

“You wish. Just don’t drop me on the stairs in case I’m too hot for your arms”

Han smiled cheekily, he liked when you flirted back and was not afraid to show it.

You had learned to go up and down the stairs on your own without a problem, but now you had a corset on which prevented you from bending down and Han once again had to carry you down. He did it effortlessly and kept his modesty. He might flirt with you all the time but never touched, like a gentleman he is.

After the stairs you had no problem going with the walking sticks. “Good luck! Don’t fall from anywhere this time!” Seungmin shouted from the living room as you went past it. “Thanks, I won’t!” you shouted back and followed Han to the garage.

He opened the door for you and took your walking sticks, placing them to the back seat. He then walked to the driver’s side next to you. As he started the car, he had to let it growl a bit before moving, such a showoff.

You looked outside the window as you left the house, looking at the forest around it. Without noticing you started to bite your lower lip, a habit of yours when you were nervous. The moments of last week played in your head, especially the pain when the cage crushed your leg. Lee know had given you good painkillers so the pain in your legs was mostly unnoticeable. Han sensed your tension as he looked over to you.

“It’s going to be okay. I’m there if anything happens.” he said looking forwards. He didn’t usually talk to anyone that softly and quickly cleaned his throat before continuing. “I mean, I would lose my head otherwise”.

You looked at him, but Han didn’t look back. You felt that he also tensed up, which made you think whether he really was coming with you because of Chan and not because of you. “Thanks” you mumbled and continued staring at the window. Han wanted to change what he just said or at least say something assuring he was coming because of you but couldn’t open his mouth. You two spent the rest of the ride silent, fortunately the car ride wasn’t long.

You had gotten the club’s new address yesterday and Han knew where to go. He parked next to the entrance, and you looked outside of your new workplace. It was located in a busy street but not that close to the city center as the former one. It was a two-story building with the name ‘Marionette’ in big light blocks at the top. The club looked much better now as the outside had been painted black and had lights surrounding the walls. The former club was older, and more ram shackled from the outside.

Han opened the door for you and you climbed out of the car, taking the walking sticks from him and started hopping inside. Now you didn’t need to walk long stairs to get to where the stage was. It was all right in front of you. The stage was in your left, audience and bar on your right. There were big, dark red curtains covering the walls, with light strings falling down from the ceiling. A big chandelier had been placed in the middle and smaller lights around it made it look like a night sky with a huge moon. There were sitting booths in both sides of the audience. It looked amazing.

Han stood behind you, also looking around wondering where your boss got the money to buy this place. Considering the amount of debt he had on Red dragons. He felt that something was off but that thought brushed off quickly as one of the other Burlesque dancers ran to you.

“Y/n! Gosh how are you! I heard what happened, you got lucky by not getting shot by those men!" Cherry screamed and ran to hug you. You hugged her back with your right arm. “Hey, Cherry. Yeah, thankfully I got out” you said without air as Cherry squeezed all of it out of your lungs.

She pulled out and smiled at you, keeping her hands on your shoulders. Her eyes quickly shifted to Han behind you. “And who is this godly good looking guy with you, boyfriend?” she said more like stating that asking, passing her hand to Han like a royal person. Han grinned and grabbed her hand and gently placing a kiss on the back of her hand. “Not quite” he answered.

You bit your lip again. Why did that annoy you? He is not my boyfriend you do not get to be jealous of things like there.

Cherry giggled and turned to you. “Wow he is such a charmer” she exclaimed and walked away. You smiled in response, but your smile turned into a flat line after she turned away from you.

“You can wait the bar. See you later” you mumbled and started hopping to where Cherry went as she probably went to the dressing room. You didn’t take another look at Han, though you didn’t know why you even got mad at the first place. Maybe it was just the small anxiety that was building up inside you, knowing that in an hour you would be on stage again.

Lucky wasn’t at work today so just you and Cherry sat in the dressing room on your named spots. She brushed her pink, shoulder length wig before placing it on her head. “So that guy, Han was it? You guys really aren’t together?” she asked, looking at you through the mirror. You shook your head “Nope. He’s just a friend” you said and re applied your red lipstick.

“Mhm” she hummed. “Mind if I go talk to him while you perform?”

“Not at all” Though you did mind. Again, not knowing why. For gods’ sake you had known the man for a week, you couldn’t possibly have any feelings towards him.

She walked over to you, placing her hands on your shoulder, head on top of yours and watched you from the mirror. “How are you feeling about performing tonight?”

You felt like puking, like wanting to run away but at the same time you didn’t want anything else more than go to the stage and perform. You would be performing five songs, all of them with little coordinated moves which were mostly done by back up dancers and you would be sitting on chair that would be lifted around. The songs had to be performed with strong vocals, so you didn’t mind sitting.

“I feel okay” you reassured her and tried to smile naturally but failed miserably.

“Oh honey. It will go well. You will do well” she gave a squeeze on your shoulders. “It’s your turn soon. I’m heading over to the bar. Todaloo~” she chirped and left you alone in the dressing room. You liked Cherry a lot. She was just a few years older than you and felt like a big sister. She had taken you under her wing the first day you started at the ripe age of 18.

“The stage is yours, Dolly” your boss peeked from the door and you were pulled from your thoughts. You got up and walked and he smiled to you. You noticed a red symbol on his jacket’s chest pocket. A red dragon. Was it? No it can’t be. Could it? No. You decided to brush the thought off. “Thanks” you smiled and made your way to the stage, this time the curtains were open. The audience was full and the sound of people chatting quickly stopped as they saw you hopping with your walking sticks. As you sat down on the white, beautifully shaped chair one of the backup dancers brought you a mike and took the sticks backstage.

A big spotlight lit up and pointed at you. You tried to cover your eyes a little by placing a hand on your forehead. You looked at the audience feeling your heart pounding, sweat forming on your forehead and hands trembling. Everyone looked at you and were waiting for you to start. You looked at the bar where Han was sitting. Cherry was sitting next to him, chatting away like she usually did with guys. But this time the man didn’t have his eyes practically buried in her boobs. Han’s eyes were glued on you. You smiled shortly but performer mode took over right away after the first beat was heard. It’s going to be okay. I’m there if anything happens.

[tosomeonessomeone]

Open requests ✨️

Grettings, my lovely ones!

I'm here to let you know that I'm currently accepting requests. I'm dedicated to making your wishes a reality ✨️

If you have a song that brings a Stray Kids member to mind, I'd be delighted to craft a story from it. Whether you're seeking a spicy, fluffy, funny, or sad narrative, just let me know, and I'll do my utmost to bring it to life!

[starrgaziinggg]

GROUP CHAT TEXTS PART THREE | OT8

skz group chat x reader

->part one, part two (though they are not that necessary to read)

another instalment of the gc texts in between smau updates hehe, hope you enjoy!!

[jacesbizarre]

ik i post a lot without actually writing my stories but i want to say that @astraystayyh is the reason i continue to write. their stories are so good i read the newest one and i cried like 5 times. i wanna say your work is wonderful and it keeps me motivated, and i hope i can make people feel the way i do when i read your stories, when they read mine. thank you sm

[sexydynamitehwangjin]

If u luv a/b/o then I highly recommend this whole series is sooo good 🫶

OT8 MASTERLIST

💖Inked Petals and Message Tones

✨ SKZ!Pack Universe 🌙

"Ask the Pack"-here!

Wolf Inside

Mine

Special

Stupid Dumb Alpha

Smell Like You

Moonmates

Jealousy, Jealousy

Oh Sheet

Before You Know It

I'll Be Home

Puppy Love

Lonely Hearts Club

Zero Complaints

Punish Me

Prequel Series!

Lemon Squares

Killing, Stalking

Pineapple on Pizza

Thunderstorms and Lightning, Very Very Frightening

Summer Camp

Without a Heart

Pretty (Bitchy)

Snowed In

Citrus Stardust

Imitation as a form of Flattery, Exhibition as a form of Punishment

Dire Straights

You Win Some, You Lose Some

Slay All Day

Sleepless in Seattle (Seoul Style)

♦️ Part I

♦️ Part II

Out of the Closet

Bet on You

Orientation

(Diss)tracted

Hide and Seek

Love and Other Drugs

♦️ Changbin's POV

Dangerous Games

Lie To Me

♦️ Part I

♦️ Part II

Scientific Method

Make It Beta

[hanadulsetaad]

RICH KIDS OF SK ( HYUNJIN X READER (Y/N) X BANG CHAN PART 10

CHAPTER 10: LIKE MOTHER LIKE DAUGHTER

TAGS: CHEATING AND BETRAYAL

summary: Y/N's world turns chaotic when her crush dates her former friend-turned-foe. In a circle of rich kids filled with fake friendships and leaked secrets, she struggles to trust anyone. As new faces complicate things, Y/N wonders where she fits in. Will she find love with her crush, or discover it in unexpected places?

part one part two, part three, PART FOUR part 5 PART 6 part 7.1

part 7.2 part 8 part 9

When y/n returned home, she was met with the sight of Yeji packing her bags, her expression angry and hurt. Unable to contain her confusion, y/n approached her, asking what had happened.

Yeji's voice shook with anger as she exploded, "So, you went to my boyfriend's house, played your games, and because of your manipulation, he confessed his love to you and you didn't even bother to tell me?"

Y/n's eyes widened in disbelief. "Manipulation? Is he a child, Yeji? And I didn't tell you because he threatened me, you know how tough things are for my family right now."and all this happened literally like 3 hours ago.

"Shut the hell up, y/n!" Yeji snapped, her words cutting deep. "Stop acting like you're the saint here. Like mother, like daughter, they say. Well, maybe they're right."

With those hurtful words, Yeji stormed out, leaving y/n feeling shattered. Tears welled up in her eyes as the accusation echoed in her mind. Sitting on the sofa, she couldn't stop the tears from flowing, feeling the weight of Yeji's words crushing her.

Just then, Felix entered the room, his eyes widening in shock at the sight of y/n's distress. Rushing to her side, he asked frantically, "What happened?"

Looking up at him, y/n felt a surge of emotion. "I'm not like her, Felix. I'm not like my mother."

Without a word, Felix wrapped his arms around her, offering comfort and understanding in her moment of vulnerability.

After sometimes felix and chanbin had a huge fight about changbin not trusting him meanwhile y/n decided to give both of them space. she went to see chan.

As y/n stepped into the bustling 3RACHA studio, she couldn't help but be taken aback by its cool, industrial vibe. Spotting Bang Chan amidst the creative chaos, she felt a wave of relief wash over her, and she rushed over to him, enveloping him in a tight hug.

"Chan!" she exclaimed, peppering his cheek with quick kisses.

Chan laughed warmly, returning her embrace. "Hey there, missed you."

Their intimate moment was momentarily disrupted by Han's sarcastic remark, but y/n shot him a playful glare before refocusing on Chan, who pulled her onto his lap and planted a gentle kiss on her nose.

Sinking into Chan's embrace, y/n let out a sigh, feeling the weight of the chaotic week pressing down on her. "It's been a crazy week, Chan. Felix and Changbin are at each other's throats, and my house feels like a zoo."

Concern flashed in Chan's eyes as he noticed the dark circles under y/n's eyes. "And what's with these dark circles? You look exhausted."

Y/n hesitated, debating whether to share her turmoil with Chan. Finally, she took a deep breath and decided to confide in him. "It's... it's because of Hyunjin and Yeji."

Chan's brows furrowed in confusion. "What happened?"

Taking a moment to gather her thoughts, y/n explained.

Chan's frustration boiled over, his eyes flashing with anger and betrayal. How could Hyunjin and Yeji dare to blame y/n for their own actions? It was infuriating to see y/n being held accountable for circumstances beyond her control, especially when she had gone out of her way to help Yeji,Chan clenched his fists, his mind racing with a whirlwind of emotions. He wanted to do something, anything, to make things right for y/n,

Chan looked at y/n with intensity, his eyes reflecting both determination and affection. "Let's date each other, y/n. I know you've mentioned taking things slow because of your situation, and I respect that. But I really like you, and I want to be there for you when things like this happen. We're not together officially, and you don't involve me in these issues, but I want to be there for you. I don't want to hear any excuses about your life being messy and all that. I don't care. We've been seeing each other for two months. Let me be your boyfriend. I really, really like you."

Y/n's emotions swirled as she gazed into Chan's earnest eyes. She felt her heart skip a beat at his sincerity, the weight of his words sinking in. With a tremble in her voice, she whispered, "Chan..."

Before she could finish, Chan closed the gap between them, capturing her lips in a tender kiss. As they pulled away, y/n's eyes shimmered with emotion. "I really, really like you too.

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[skzpixie]

Library of dreams, warm and loving masterlist

pairing: Changbin x Original female character genre: Nonidol! au pov: 3rd person summary: Fei Kai moved to South Korea to get a fresh start. The fresh start included a man with curly hair and glasses that hated her.

Taglist Status: Open! (46 spots available left) Taglist: @mynameisnotlaura, @palindrome969, @spiceyhamcat, @jutdwaekkigym

Story warnings:

Single mother! Kai x Ex military! Changbin. Strangers to lovers. Enemies to lovers. 3rd person. Disabled! Changbin. Kai flirts with people as always. Kai has a child (ages 2-7 through the story). Suggestive in many chapters. Themes of PTSD.

Dividers by: @cafekitsune

Chapter 1 - themes of imposter syndrome. Kai has a bad relationship with her parents. Han being a douchebag. --- Chapter 2 - a wee bit of violence --- Chapter 3 - Time skip, Angst towards the end, suggestive teasing(in like, one line), Kai getting hurt(Signs of a concussion), Changbin being slightly violent(he pushes Kai away from him), graphic depictions of traumatic scarring, self image issues(Changbin), a bit of fear of abandonment/fear of being replaced(Changbin again. Man's going through it) --- Chapter 4 - Concussion symptoms(No treatment), Alcohol, Drunk Han and Felix, Changbin not knowing how to be a big boy and handle his emotions, emotionally constipated Changbin --- Chapter 5 - Fleeting mentions of Night Terrors, Blood, Graphic depictions of bodily harm and death, How Chanbin lost his leg, Both Kai and Changbin being emotionally immature, both Kai and Changbin need to touch grass, one suggestive scene(Kai is naked, Changbin needs to stop being curious), angsty

Chapter 6 - Physical violence, Sexual harassment, men are gross, depictions of alcohol, threats, parental issues, Kai degrading the boys consensually, use of the word "whore" as a love language Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10

more incoming...

Extra: Memes⋆Playlist

[mercurywritesstuff]

LDWL masterlist!!

Summary: Fei Kai moved to South Korea to get a fresh start. The fresh start included a man with curly hair and glasses.

Story warnings: Single mother! Kai x Ex military! Changbin. Strangers to lovers. Enemies to lovers. 3rd person. Disabled! Changbin. Kai flirts with people as always. Kai has a toddler. Suggestive in many chapters. Themes of PTSD.

Chapter 1

1.4k word count. Written on mobile. Chapter warnings: themes of imposter syndrome. Kai has a bad relationship with her parents. Han being a douchebag.

Chapter 2

2.2k word count. Chapter warnings: a wee bit of violence

Chapter 3

2.7k Word Count. Chapter Warnings: Time skip, Angst towards the end, suggestive teasing(in like, one line), Kai getting hurt(Signs of a concussion), Changbin being slightly violent(he pushes Kai away from him), graphic depictions of traumatic scarring, self image issues(Changbin), a bit of fear of abandonment/fear of being replaced(Changbin again. Mans going through it)

Chapter 4

1.9k Word Count. Chapter Warnings: Concussion symptoms(No treatment), Alcohol, Drunk Han and Felix, Changbin not knowing how to be a big boy and handle his emotions, emotionally constipated Changbin

Chapter 5

2.6k word count. Chapter Warnings: Fleeting mentions of Night Terrors, Blood, Graphic depictions of bodily harm and death, How Chanbin lost his leg, Both Kai and Changbin being emotionally immature, both Kai and Changbin need to touch grass, one suggestive scene(Kai is naked, Changbin needs to stop being curious), angsty

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Extra: Memes, Playlist, incorrect quotes

Tags!: @mynameisnotlaura, @palindrome969

comment if you want to be on the taglist

[abitterboy]

I want to write another skz x skz smut but i dont know what ship to use.

[kotashia]

εBuff Bunnyз - Part 1

Sub!Changbin x Dom!reader.

Note - English is not my first language, Part 1/5

One of your close friends Bangcahn had invited you out to get drinks with his group, how could you deny it? you haven't seen Channie in ages.

You walked into the club Chan sent you, seeing 8 men at a back table allowing a smile to creep up on your cheeks, before standing behind Bangchan, though the other members didn't know who you were, they listened to you signaling to be quiet.

"She should be here by now, Felix do you think she's alright?" Felix shrugged "Maybe she walked into the wrong bar." Felix said.

"I don't know Channie maybe she did walk into the wrong bar" You giggled, as you saw Chan turn around with a broad smile, "Y/N!" as he stood up to hug you.

Holding him in your embrace you laughed, "Hey Channie, these your friends" you asked, he gave you a quick response, "Hy then introduce us Chan Hyung" I.N cut in, "Yeah go ahead and introduce them Channie" you smiled.

He rolled his eyes and started with a particular person who seemed to catch your eye. "That's Changbin, he's one of our rappers'' He avoided eye contact with you.

Walking behind Bhangbin while placing one hand over his shoulder and one under his chin, turning his face towards you. "It's not polite to avoid eye contact while being introduced to a person, Changbin." you mused, while the others looked at you.

Changbin made eye contact with wide eyes, "Let's try again, shall we? I'm Y/n." He had a red-toned blush spread across his face, "C-changbin." You gave him a closed-eyed smile "Nice to meet you Changbin!" you said going back to your place, standing behind Chan and throwing your arms over his shoulder.

"Chan Hyung, Changbin's red!" Lee Know pointed out, and they all started laughing, drawing attention to their table.

After introducing everyone it came time for the drinks, "You're not going to drink Y/n Noona?" Han asked you, "I can't Hannie, I drove here, Channie and I are going to my place afterward to catch up on things" Those words stabbed Changbin in the heart, he could feel it.

"Are you two dating?" That's when Lee know shot the question that made you laugh until your sides were hurting, "Minho, Channie, and I have been friends since childhood, we're not dating!" you said continuing to laugh.

"I need fresh air, excuse me," Chanbin said leaving and going out through the back doors, a while later you followed after him.

Turning the corner you saw Changbin sitting not exactly touching the ground, head to his knees "`What's wrong with me today..?" after a while he stood up and turned, only to see you. "How long have you been there?" Long enough to see him in a weak state you could say, but you didn't "Not long" you said, moving closer to him, as he stepped back until his back hit the wall.

The next thing he know was that he was being pinned on the wall by you, hands held above his head by one of your hands, you gave him a soft smile, he's so cute like this. Turning his head to the side, you tilted yours to meet up with his, placing your thumb on his bottom lip, "May I?" you asked, he tried looking down but failed, "No? alright" you moved your thumb away from his lip, "No! you can.." He blushed,.

You placed your knee between his legs, being taller than him means you would be looking down at him.

Attaching your lips to his, you stared into his eyes, seeing him shut them tight, trying to squirm away from your grip, leaving his lips you unbuttoned two of the buttons of his shirt, moving down, placing your lips onto his neck, where he gasped.

leaving bites and kisses on his neck, before sliding your free hand up his shirt, "Y/n..I- ahn~" he moaned out when you brushed against the soft buds on his chest, tears leaving the sides of his eyes, his face was a light pink, lips red, "Please.." he whined out grinding down on your knee., as you nuzzled into his neck, "Please what, Binnie?" you breathed out.

"Changbin? you out here?" a voice came from the distance, you both knew who it was, it was Bangchan.

"No...not Chan..anyone but Chan" Changbin whimpered, trying to move away, "Oh there you are Changbin," Chan said, only to see a shocking scene in front of him. You simply just looked at Bangchan and placed a finger over your lips, giving him a toothy smile. Changbin tried to hide his face from Bangchan, only for you to turn and get him to face Bangchan, tears falling from his eyes as he panted.

"Ah were we gone for so long? what a shame" you sighed, "Are alright Changbin?" you asked, and he nodded.

Looking like a mess, "Make sure to clean up before seeing the others, bye Bunny" You mused walking back and throwing one arm around Chan's shoulder, "C'mon Channie" you both walked towards the entrance before looking back at Changbin over your shoulder.

After making your way back to the table, you picked up Changbin's phone "Y/n Noon that's Changbin's phone" Han said, you just winked at him, "I know, Jisung" you just put your number in it, placing it screen down, "Anyways, I'll be waiting in the car, be there in five Channie" you said yawning, leaving the building, only to see Chanbin in front of you, "A-are you leaving now?" he whispered

You chuckled and leaned closer to his ear, "I'm leaving, but maybe we'll meet again someday" His heart dropped after hearing those words. He kowns you just met, but how could you say that with such ease? "Can I at least get your number?" he asked, sounding nervous, All you did was smile at him, walking out.

Leaving him speechless looking down at his feet, "Someday" he heard echoing in his head on a loop.

First Fic!

[tosomeonessomeone]

MASTERLIST

STRAYKIDS

Bang Chan

Intertwined. soaked. your smile.

Lee Know

Let me teach you. Unbound. f*cking mine.

Chanbin

sunshine.

Hyunjin

Ocean.

Han

a heart laid bare.

Felix

Echoes of you.

Seungmin

friends.

I.N

young love.

OT8

Entwined.

[clalog]

ClaLog Masterlist

SKZ

Coming Soon

Bangchan

Minho

Chanbin

Hyunjin

Jisung

Felix

Seungmin

IN

OT7

ENHYPEN

Coming Soon

Jungwon

Heeseung

Jay

Jake

Sunghoon

Friendly Collaboration: hokeyplayer!sunghoon x onlyfans!reader; smau

Sunoo

[hardstraykidshours]

skz at the club

pairing: none, just an ot8 skz headcanon (except for slight minho x gn!reader)

genre: headcanon, smut, 18+ (minors dni)

length: 766

warnings: profanity, suggestive/sexual content, alcohol, semi-public sex, hook ups, nsfw 18+ (minors dni)

chan 

he’s the sober one. always the dd and group dad in the club. he bounces between dancing with the other members and trying his absolute best to keep everyone safe, in one place, and not breaking the rules/getting kicked out. he does not dance with women in the club. he’s also constantly being hit on, but he too busy supervising he kids to actually flirt back.

minho 

he’s a practiced drunk, so you won't even know he's drunk. like he's drinking a lot, but he’s also drinking tons of water so that he won't get hungover. when he’s at the club, he’s spending a lot of time sitting on the sidelines, because 1.) because he’s the designated seungmin babysitter, and 2.) he loooooves watching you dance, especially with other people. he finds it really hot, because he knows at the end of the night (or in the next five minutes) it will be him that you’re fucking.

when he does decide to dance with you, he’s most likely yiking with you. the only other person he will dance with is changbin who he's exclusively yiking with. if he starts dancing with you: beware, because he is also a horny drunk, so you will most likely end up having sex in yet another club bathroom. when you two slip off to fuck, that’s when seungmin’s making his great escape.

changbin 

he is sooooo flirty and lovey dovey when he gets drunk. he’s nonstop telling the other members how much he loves them. he's also the one who is constantly trying to kiss people, and chan is trying his best to stop him. if he's not flirting he's grinding on literally anyone, like he’s backing his ass up into anything with legs. this unfortunately doesn’t always end well, cue that one club they're banned from because he wouldn't stop grinding on the bouncer. the only person he can get to dance with him is minho.

hyunjin 

he is getting completely black out drunk, but going through different phases depending on how much has had to drink. at first, he is so fun, absolutely tearing it up on the dance floor. if the club has a stripper pole, he is on it at some point. but then once he has a few more drinks, he turns into a super tired drunk. like chan has to literally stop him from falling asleep on the floor. by the end of the night, he’s passed out in a chair or booth in the corner.  

jisung 

he is an absolute party animal in the club, because when he has a few drinks in him his social anxiety disappears. when they first get there, he’s pounding 2 shots, grabbing a drink, and basically never leaving the dance floor after that. he is going to be flirting and dancing with every single girl in the club. he’s buying them drinks, and everyone is buying him drinks (alexa, play “shots” by lmfao). he’s the club playboy, and everyone wants to party with jisung.

felix 

when he first gets to the club, he's standing on the side with chan helping monitor the other members. after one drink, he's on the dance floor with the other members swaying/bobbing to the music. drink two and he's dancing and having a great time. drink three and now he's getting sad. any more and he’s turning into a full crying drunk. you could literally just say hi to him, and he's sobbing. usually ends up having a breakdown in the bathroom.

seungmin 

he is the most chaotic person in a club. he’s always doing something absolutely insane, but he is so fun to party with…..until he gets too drunk. like he’s getting black out drunk and trying to run away. he's a runner, he's a trackstar, if you lose him you won't find him until the next day when he does the walk of shame home after a drunk hookup. 

jeongin 

he’s always good at pacing himself when everyone goes out. he got drunk once on fireball and hated it, so now he stops himself after about 4 drinks. he’s going to be doing whatever most of the other members are doing. if they're dancing, so is he. if they're going to get more drinks, he's going too. he’s absolutely terrified to use the bathroom at a club unless he has eyes on all 7 of the members. he walked in on felix once sobbing in the stall and another time on seungmin fucking a random girl, and he doesn't want to repeat either experience.