#gn!reader x bangchan

[cherricola-star]

Come out Baby

What happens when you get bratty with your boyfriend and lash out? Obviously he's gotta remind you who's allowed to hit who.

Disclaimer: this is in no way me trying to promote hitting ur partners especially without consent and if they don't have a kink for it. Also this isn't proof read sorry I'll fix it later.⭐

Tags: spanking, slapping, spitting, heavy degradation, gn!reader × bangchan, no protection (please don't do that wear a condom) , face fuckin, choking, edging, ruined orgasms, etc.

12:34 a.m, that's the time your phone shows you when you've reached the door of your apartment. You honestly didn't mean to stay out late but, how could you not when there were so many fun things to do and buy? Of course your wallet is a little salty and your feet hurt but a little adventure never necessarily hurts you.

You carefully open the door in hopes to not wake up your boyfriend who's been spending the week with you. You both have a weekly routine where you spend the week at his house and he spends the week at your apartment and from there on it alternates. As you push open the door you see the lights are off and breathe and sigh of relief.

Aren't you so naive. You toe your shoes off and leave your bags by the door before heading to the kitchen for a cup of water. It doesn't take long for you to be hydrated enough to decide to get ready for the night and sleep. You hightail to the bathroom and freshen up deciding to forgo your clothes since you and your boyfriend sleep separately anyways. Upon finishing ur shower you feel a migraine coming on not a big one, but on enough to make you feel slightly irritated and even more desperate to get in bed.

As you reach the bedroom and open it you see your boy friend up on his phone doing whatever it is he's doing.

"Chan?" You call out to him clearly confused as to why he's awake.

"So you've finally decided to come back? Or did you remember that you had someone waiting for you and home?" His eyes are still on his phone as he speaks to you in a condescending way.

"One look at me when you're talking to me and two why does it matter what time I get home? It's my apartment. It's not like I'm at your house where I have to follow your every demand." You're fed up why? You're not sure but, your migraine has definitely given you an attitude you wouldn't dear give your beloved Channie at all..until now at least.

You watch as he shuts the phone off before getting up and off the bed to come towards you.

"it matters when you've been out all day and you don't even call or return my texts. Apologies for being worried about you because last time I checked the only time you have self awareness and self preservation is when you're not being a ba-"

You cut him off with a slap to the face. Not hard enough to turn his face but, enough to shock both you and him at the same time.

"I..I-I sorry I didn't me-" you try to stutter out your apology before he shut you up.

You watch as he takes a deep breath before speaking. "You have 10 seconds to run away and hide somewhere before I fuck you up." The way he says in a calm manner is absolutely terrifying and you stand there frozen.

"1"

"2"

Things don't register until he's hit the second number. That's when you decide to leave the room.

"3"

You have very few options right now, the living room, kitchen, bathroom, and guest room.

"4"

By four you've made a decision and ran to the spare room to hide in the closet.

"5"

Once in the closet you're left alone with your adrenaline. Of course you're scared but also extremely turned on.

"6"

You and Chan have talked about things like this in the past but never acted on it in fear of hurting the other.

"7"

7 is the number you both are on as you count with him but mentally in your head. Between ur legs has become unbearable and you're aching for release.

"8"

"9"

"10"

The counting stopped. You're on edge as you hear him make his little remarks to lure you out or to scare you even more. Honestly it's hard to tell when you feel like prey being hunted.

"Come out baby I just wanna talk." after that sentence you hear a cupboard slam close assuming that he was in the kitchen.

"Aren't you cold darling? You weren't wearing anything when you chose to be a rude bitch and slap me. I was only caring for you." You tighten your legs together in hopes that some friction would bring you relief. The both of you had talked about heavier more disrespectful degradation and dirty talk, finding out that you both liked a bit more than usual.

As the thought ends you hear the door of the spare room open.

"C'mon baby, I know you're a bit dizzy but I didn't expect you to be so dumb" he rips open the door to the closest you're hiding in before grabbing you by the hand and dragging you back to the room you both share. He pushes you to your knees so that you're eye level with his sweat pants pants.

You stare at his bulge lustfully before feeling his hand snake behind your head and pushing you into it.

"See something you like baby?" You look up to him and meet his eyes before nodding at him. He tanks your head back before pulling his pants down to show his cock off. It's fuckin huge. No matter how many times you stare at it, suck it, or take it, it's always fuckin huge.

He takes a hold of it before slapping it on your face and spewing degrading comments. "I can't believe I got slapped by a common whore" he huffs "Honestly look at you. You turn cock dumb the moment I even show it off."

You moan at his words knowing it's true.

"suck" he states and you stare at him dazed and a little bit behind.

"What do I have to fuckin hand feed you? Suck." His words finally register to you and you go in to start licking his swollen leaking tip. Suddenly your face feels warm and you're looking to your left? You readjust your vision and see that his hand is in the position of the aftermath of slapping someone.

"I said suck not lick." He stares down at you with a scowl and for a moment you feel bad.

You take him into your mouth and start bobbing your head finding a rhythm as he groans. He then fists your hair before starting to fuck your face roughly.

He lets out a groan as his head is flung back with eyes rolling in pleasure, "Fuck baby your mouth feels so fuckin good. So wet and tight", he pulls you off his cock before manhandling you up right and pushing you on the bed. "Now I think it's time for the baby's punishment don't you think?" It's a rhetorical question, not one you're meant to answer but, you nod your head anyways while watching his lips curve into a sinister smirk.

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To be continued....

Part 2

I REALLY WANTED TO GET SOMETHING OUT BECAUSE I HAVEN'T POSTED IN A WHILE AND IM SUUUUUPES SORRY FOR BEING SO LATE WITH ITTT. FORGIVE ME LOVES😖

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𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝙵𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝙺𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚈𝚘𝚞 | Chan|Minho

Chan x Gn!Reader, established relationship , (mother used in context of parental structure norms) Minho x Gn!Reader, established relationship

Anon Request: Thanks for the wonderful request sunshine, enjoy <3.

Warnings: Mildly Suggestive, Slight Cursing *Minho*

Word Count: 3.6k

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𝘉𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯

Agree or not, I see Chan as being the member most likely to take things slow. He tends to look down on himself a lot, finds himself underserving of love, and puts others before himself constantly. But I feel like he has enough emotional maturity to realize this; and realize that having a sense of inherient inferiority can be a hinderance in any romantic pursual or commitment. So if he truly loved someone, he would take things slow- extremely slow. While he is the member who feeds most into the playful side of romance, being flirtatious and having the tendency to indulge in delusions I feel like in a serious situation of romance he would be afraid of navigating those waters due to the majority of his life being spent focusing on his career. So him being his perfectionist self would probably internally feel extremely romantic and lovey-dovey but his rational side would look at the execution love as something that could be handled more logically; and would take practical steps in trying his best to make the relationship last. So in terms of something like kissing- while I feel like he would have the urge to do it early on he'd let his doubts control and wait. But when he finally has the courage to act on that impulse when he feels the relationship is firmly founded he would kick himself for not indulging sooner because my God is he in love with the feel of his s/o's lips on his.

It was a cool evening, and you and Chan were taking a leisurely stroll along the riverbank. It was one of those rare times that Chan had time on his hands. But it was common that when he did have this precious time it would be spent solely with you.

The sun had just set, casting a beautiful array of colors across the sky, and the city lights were beginning to reflect off the water. The oranges yellows and pinks were a masterpiece, and your mind wandered slightly to Hyunjin, thinking he would enjoy the natural masterpiece displayed in above you.

As Chris held the role of the father of the group, you had easily become the supposed "mother" role of the of the group in the sense that Chan disciplined, you nurtured - even Minho quickly falling into the habit of referring to you in the likeness that you heard from Jeongin and Felix. You liked gifting them things as if they really were your children and made a mental note to ask your boyfriend if there was any supplies he figured Hyunjin would appreciate at the moment.

You walked hand in hand, enjoying the serene atmosphere and each other's company in a silence that was in no way awkward. And when you guys did talk, the conversation came easily, filled with laughter and shared stories, in a flow that mirrored that of a couple who had been together decades rather than just over eleven weeks.

Six weeks had felt like an eternity to you. But in a good way.

You and Chan decided to take things slow. And so far...it had been going extremely slow. Going into the relationship you had known the nature of Christopher's job. You knew he was busy and for the first few weeks of you being official it hadn't felt all that different from your friendship other than you went to more places alone, without the guys tagging along.

By the fourth week things had started to progress. You understood that Chan was scared. He admitted that to you upfront. He was assured of his attraction to you. Of his love even- although he didn't pressure you to respond to that immediately- but he had been so career focused the majority of his life that he was afraid to put work before you. He was tentative of what you guys were becoming, while fully being excited and anticipatory for it.

And you understood. You promised him you understood.

To anyone else they'd be surprised that you guys hadn't done anything more than hold hands and hug. With the occasional cuddle- usually when you were his company on the late nights at the studio. Any normal person would look at you and just assume you were very close friends.

But you knew the reasoning behind the way your relationship worked and knew the depths of his affection so you weren't worried. You weren't in a rush; you were content to take things as slowly as possible as long as it made Chris feel comfortable and loved.

As you walked, you couldn't help but steal glances at Chan, taking in his profile illuminated by the soft glow of the streetlights. The light haloed him and brought out an unreal beauty you wished he could see at his lowest moments of insecurity. He was handsome. Beautiful. He looked peaceful, and yet there seemed to be a hint of something deeper in his eyes, as if he was lost in thought. You squeezed his hand gently, bringing him back to the present. He smiled at you, and your heart fluttered.

"Is everything okay?" You asked softly.

"Let's sit for a bit," Chan suggested, leading you to a nearby bench that overlooked the river. You both sat down, still holding hands, and took in the beautiful view. The sound of the water lapping against the shore was calming, and for a moment, you both sat in comfortable silence. Your mind was for the most part still, but you were always worried for Chris. And you hoped he was okay.

Chan turned to you, his eyes reflecting the shimmering lights. "You know, I've really enjoyed tonight," he said softly. "Being with you like this… it means a lot to me. These past three months have been indescribable really." He brought his other hand to the one he was holding and traced yours softly while looking at them.

You felt your cheeks warm at his words. "I've enjoyed it too," you replied, your voice equally soft. "It's been perfect."

"Do you mean it?" He mumbles. "I feel like I'm a coward. And undeserving of you. I feel like I've never been happier yet...I feel like...like you're not getting anything out of this relationship. I feel like I'm...not...like maybe you're...I..." He struggled to look for the right words.

"Love," You murmured pulling your hand away from his and guiding his face to yours. You brought his eyes right to yours.

There was a brief pause as you both looked at each other, the air between you filled with an unspoken understanding.

"I'm happy. Truly. Don't doubt that."

Chan's gaze dropped to your lips for a moment before he quickly looked away, almost shyly. He chewed on his cheek for a minute. He had a slight hunger in his eyes. It was a side of him you hadn't seen before, and it made your heart ache with affection.

"Can I… can I kiss you?" Chan asked, his voice barely above a whisper. His usual confidence was replaced with a hint of vulnerability, and it made the moment even more precious. As if he was scared that you'd say no.

Does this man know who he is? How many people would kill to be sitting in front of him as he stared at their lips asking if they could capture them in his own?

Your heart skipped a beat, and you nodded, unable to find your voice. Chan's face lit up with a small smile and he swallowed, his adams apple moving up and down slowly. He leaned in slowly, giving you plenty of time to back out if you wanted. But you didn't. You wanted this just as much as he did, you eyes closing in anticipation.

As his lips met yours, you felt a spark of electricity shoot through your body. What Chris meant to be a quick peck quickly turned into something much deeper. The kiss was gentle at first, but as the seconds passed, it became more passionate. Chan's hand came up to cup your face, his thumb brushing softly against your cheek. He had told himself just a peck. Take things slow. But the world around you seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in that moment; and filling Chris with a fulfillment and satiation that he hadn't know he needed.

You could feel the love and adoration pouring from Chan as he kissed you. It was as if he was trying to convey all his feelings through that single kiss. As if there was some chemical in your lips that seemed to cause a reaction in your body. As if he desperately needed this. The intensity of it took your breath away, and you found yourself leaning into him, wanting more. Just as he did.

Chan's other hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you even closer. The kiss deepened, and you felt his tongue gently brush against your lips, seeking permission hesitantly. You parted your lips with an urgent willingness, allowing him in, and the kiss became even more intense. It was a dance of passion and tenderness, a perfect blend of everything you felt for each other.

When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless. Chan rested his forehead against yours, his eyes still closed as he caught his breath. "Wow," he murmured, a smile tugging at his lips. "That was… amazing."

You nodded, unable to find the words to describe how you felt. Instead, you leaned in and gave him another quick peck, savoring the way his lips felt against yours. Chan chuckled softly, his eyes opening to look at you with pure adoration.

You watched his throat work. "I've wanted to do that for a while," he admitted, his voice still a bit breathless. "I was scared. I'm glad I finally did it. Although...I'm kinda pissed." He said with a chuckle. "If I wasn't so scared then I could have been doing that for much longer...damn you past Chris." He teasingly cursed.

You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "I'm glad we waited," you said softly. "In a sense I feel like it made our first kiss even more special to me. I know you love me enough to have patience to make sure that this becomes forever." You said holding your hands up. "So again, don't ever doubt us."

Chan pulled you into a hug, holding you close as you both sat there, basking in the aftermath of the kiss. The world around you seemed to disappear, leaving only the two of you and the tension in the air. It was a moment you would cherish forever, a memory that would always bring a smile to your face when you thought of it. And if this is what it felt like to take things slow; then as long as you were with Chris you'd be content with waiting forever.

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𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘰

The way I see Minho's love is like a perfectly aged whiskey. At first glance, it might seem subtle and reserved, with a smooth and understated presence. It’s not flashy or overtly romantic, but its depth and warmth become apparent the more it ages, and the more you indulge in it. Just like a fine whiskey that reveals complex flavors and a rich character over time, Minho's love is something that gradually unfolds, showing its true depth in moments of quiet intimacy and unspoken understanding. It’s not about grand gestures or constant declarations; it’s about the steady, comforting assurance of his presence, the way he makes his s/o feel cherished in the smallest, most meaningful ways. Whiskey is something that is basic and foundational. Something simple that can be paired with many different things and different pairing bring out different levels of flavor; just how the context of the situations will bring out different levels of his character. Whiskey is something familiar- and something that becomes known deeply just with familiarity- just like Minho. The longer him and his s/o are together, the more his s/o appreciates the nuanced, understated beauty of his love, which, much like the whiskey, grows richer and more profound with time. But whiskey can also be something that brings waves of warmth and intoxication - especially to someone who is new to drinking. And with intoxication comes impulse. If he's the whiskey, his s/o is the compound that brings his inebriation; and in those warm, euphoric flashes he'll be passionate and impulsive- and when he kisses his s/o it's something just as in the moment as drunken mistakes- except he wouldn't akin it to a mistake.

The evening had been planned for a romantic date out, but an unexpected delivery expectance threw a wrench into your plans.

Minho had to dash back to his house to pick up a package that had arrived at the last minute and needed to be signed. It had slipped his parent's mind that it would be coming that day, and they had travelled out of town for the week, and asked Minho to grant them this favor.

It was a minor inconvenience, Minho was slightly irritable about having to move reservations around, but you decided to be optimistic, since you could finally meet his number one pride and joy.

You were rather excited to meet Minho's cats for the first time. You had heard so much from him about them, and while you knew he had wished to introduce you to them when you had become official (the crazy thing is he wanted to introduce you to his cats before his parents) the opportunity hadn't come in the past few weeks you had been a couple due to the nature of his work, and your commute to your own job.

You had become official only a week before Minho left on a PR tour, going to numerous fashion shows, interviews and collaborating with international artists. This was the first official date you guys were going on, although you meshed so well that your relationship was progressing even when you were temporarily long distance.

As you settled into Lee Know’s cozy living room, the cats immediately took an interest in you. Dori was sniffing at you suspiciously. You sat and let each of them come to you, trying your best not to make sudden movements and frighten them.

You weren't expecting any of them to take an immediate liking to you. But Soonie jumped up to where you were sitting and started kneading your thigh. You couldn’t help but giggle as you petted Soonie- Doongie joining next and Dori rubbing up against your foot; feeling completely at ease in the warm, cat-filled environment. Lee Know's house was filled with the comforting smell of home— the one smell that was particular to every house- a smell you couldn't describe, a hint of catnip and fur, bleach, and some lingering air freshener.

You nibbled on a snack you had brought along, savoring the moment of relaxation before Minho returned. As you were enjoying your snack, your boyfriend finally walked through the door, his arms full of packages. He looked a bit irritated, but relieved to be back.

"Sorry for the delay," he said, setting the packages down. "I hope the cats haven’t been too much trouble."

You laughed, shaking your head. "They’ve been great. Actually, they’ve been keeping me very entertained." Minho’s eyes widened slightly then softened as he looked at you, his attention momentarily captured by the sight of you surrounded by his furry friends. He took a deep breath, clearly relieved to be seeing you so comfortable.

It awakened a desire that needed to be dealt within him.

With a playful glint in his eye, he walked over to you, still holding one of the packages. He placed it on a nearby table and then leaned in close, a mischievous smile spreading across his face.

His muscles were flexing in a plain black dress shirt that due to a laundering mistake shrunk slightly, but you like it. His toned arms were noticeable with the fabric taught over them.

"Mind if I join, kitten?" he said, his voice low and teasing; the new pet name rolling off his tongue as if it was something he had called you before. His lips tilted up in a seductive smirk. Before you could respond, Minho leaned in and, without warning, licked your cheek.

His tongue was warm and slightly damp, and he pulled back with shit faced grin.

"Ew, Minho!" you exclaimed, wiping your cheek with a laugh. Your eyes wide in shock. He still caged you to the couch, subtly leaning closer, his muscles straining slightly to keep his body hovering just inches above your own. "What was that for?"

The cheshire like grin on his face widened as he playfully shrugged. "You’re saying 'ew' as if this tongue isn’t ever going to touch your own, kitten." You blinked, a mix of surprise and amusement on your face. A little shocked at his sudden confidence. The sound of your new nickname doing something to your stomach.

His boldness and playful attitude were part of what made him so endearing. But you had only seen it in small doses. He leaned in even closer if possible, his gaze intense and affectionate; hungry.

"Seriously though," he said softly, the teasing tone leaving his voice. "I’ve been thinking about kissing you all day." Without waiting for a response, he leaned in again, his lips meeting yours in a soft yet intense kiss. It was gentle at first, filled with warmth and tenderness. You felt your heart flutter as you responded, wrapping your arms around his neck. The second your fingertips made contact with the hair at the nape of his neck, the kiss quickly grew deeper and more heated, with Minho's hands finding their way to your waist, pulling you closer, nearly straddling you as his tongue found his way to yours.

His cats, curious and a bit envious of the attention you were getting from their favorite person started to crawl over you as Minho straddled you on the couch. Soonie even tried to nudge between you and Lee Know, swatting playfully at him as if to remind him that you they were his favorites not you.

Although times were changing.

Minho’s kisses were filled with a tense heat yet laced in a playful energy, each pull back for breath accompanied by a soft chuckle or a gentle murmur or moan. His kisses were sloppy and fervent. The nature of them giving away the impulsiveness behind to action.

The cats seemed to add a touch of chaos to the moment, their paws occasionally brushing against your legs or curling up beside you. You couldn’t help but laugh as one of the cats tried to join in on the action, its tiny paws batting at Lee Know’s arm.

Despite the interruptions, the kisses remained connected and tender; your tongues moving in a sultry and erotic rhythm, and full of emotion, each touch and caress conveying the depth of Minho’s feelings for you.

Conveying just how much desire was hidden in under his calm demeanor.

Eventually, you both pulled back, breathless and smiling, looking slightly deranged and messy.

Your boyfriend's eyes were fogged with affection and desire and a hint of mischief. Rather than discussing what had just happened, his thumb trailed across your mouth to gently and he changed the directory of any conversation that you could have brought up.

"I guess I’m not the only one who’s crazy about you," he said, glancing at the cats who were now lounging contentedly around you, giving up on their owner. Doongie and Dori looked down their noses as Minho while resting their paws on you; as if they were trying to communicate a sense of betrayal in a petty fashion. You laughed, running your fingers through the fur of the cat who had claimed your lap once Minho had hopped off of it to adjust himself.

"I guess not. But I think I’m okay with that."

Minho smiled leaning in to steal another quick kiss before reaching to grab his car keys.

"Good, because I plan on making you realize just how crazy I am about you everyday from now on. Im sure my babies will do the same." The cats continued to snuggle around you, their purring creating a soothing background to the warmth Minho's presence. It was a perfect, chaotic moment of affection—a first kiss that was uniquely Minho, playful, tender, unexpected and filled with the joyful presence of his feline friends.

"We need to get going, I have a schedule for us, and we're running a bit behind." He said. "I wonder why."

You got up and adjusted yourself, giving a few last pets to the cats, Dori and Doongie releasing soft mews in unison.

You were about to walk out the door when Minho stopped you again.

"You got something on your face, kitten." He said, swiping his thumb once across your cheek, wiping away some saliva with a wink.

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as much or as little

part 1 of a friends to lovers bang chan fic thats inspired by rosy from @rosylix!! this is largely self-indulgent, but i hope that someone out there might relate or feel comforted by this <3

bang chan x gn! reader wc: 1162 warnings: lots of mentions of past s/a related trauma, implied past s/a, hurt/comfort, in depth descriptions of trauma-related anxiety, touch adverse reader, talks of boundaries, bangchan refered to as Chris, he's such a sweetheart

part 2

"So what, you've just, never done anything since then?"  Chris asks, your best friend.

“I mean, I’ve tried. It’s just…” You groan, hesitating. 

“Hey.” He says, as he places a hand on your arm, prompting you to look up at him. “You don’t have to tell me anything, but if you want to. I am here to listen.”

Somehow, the eye contact makes you slightly more nervous and you can feel your heart beating rapidly in your throat at the feeling of his skin touching yours.

“I- it’s okay.” You clear your throat, looking down at your hands as they fiddle with the sleeve of your shirt. 

“There was one other person. That I told and gave consent to. But…” You pause, taking a deep breath.  “They sort of abused that power.” You look up, suddenly insecure as you notice Chris’s unreadable expression.

“If that makes sense.” You ramble, trying to avoid eye contact as the air shifts with a new-found tension.

Chris inhales sharply. “It makes sense.” He leans forward, taking your hands in his.

“I am so sorry you went through that. And that someone took advantage of your pain like that.” You look into his eyes, and you swear you can see tears dusting his waterline.

“You don’t deserve that.” His voice breaks slightly.

You avert your eyes. “It’s fine-”

“No it’s not.” Chris cuts you off and you internally flinch at the anger radiating through his tone.

“Sorry. Sorry.” He pauses as he notices your anxiety. “I am just so angry right now.”

“Seriously. It was ages ago. I’m over it now.” You lie, trying to stand, or move away, anything to get out of this conversation.

“No. You’re not.” You freeze, surprised at his sudden honesty. 

You look up at him, and you notice tears falling down his face. 

“Why are you crying?” You mumble, instinctively reaching out to wipe away his tears.

He rests his hand on yours, looking into your eyes with a sorrowful expression.

“I can tell.” He pauses, his voice thick with emotion. “That you’re not over it.”

Tears begin to pool in your eyes as you process the forlorn look on his face.

“I see it, in the way you flinch slightly whenever I touch you. The way you spiral over trying to initiate any kind of touch. The way you look away during kissing scenes in shows. I see it. I see you.” Tears begin to stream down your face and you feel yourself struggling to breathe.

He pulls you close, tucking you securely against his chest. He wraps his arms around you, his hand tracing reassuring circles on your back.

The second you rest your head on his shoulder, you start sobbing uncontrollably. The years of repressed emotions and unprocessed trauma pouring out of you and into the awaiting arms of your dutiful best friend.

You don’t know how much time has passed as your sobs turn into hiccups, Chris whispering soft nothings in your ear as he rubbed gentle circles on your back.

“Thank you. I’m sorry.” You murmur, leaning back to wipe at the dampness on your face.

“It’s okay. Don’t apologise. Do you want to talk about it?” There's a softness to his question, a genuine desire to be there for you and help you, rather than a sense of obligation.

You pause, pondering. “Yes actually.”

He hums in response and you settle back onto the couch, still leaning into him slightly.

You look down at your lap, hands fiddling with the buttons on your sleeve as you take a deep breath. 

Chris silently rests his hands on yours, something he’s always done for you whenever he notices you fiddling.

“Remember, you don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to.” He affirms as you fidget with his hand resting in your lap.

“I want to tell you. Tell… Someone. But it just feels weird. It’s uh… weird stuff.” You mumble as he hums again.

“I promise I won’t judge you.” He murmurs. “No matter how weird it is.” 

You smile in response.

“I’m just… scared. Like I know that I’ve… done stuff. Before. But I don’t remember it well.” You trail off, trying to ignore the rapid beating of your heart.

“I’m so scared that I'd like start something and then start panicking and embarrassing myself.” You pause. “Like, what if I mess up? Or have a panic attack? Like I don’t even know what I'm supposed to do during that stuff, let alone know how I’ll react.” You lean forward, resting your elbows on your thighs as Chris retracts his hand.

“And everyone says that my body will take over. And that I’ll know what to do.” You pause, fresh tears blurring your vision. “But I don’t think I would. I think I’d just panic and shut down.”

“But even with platonic stuff. No matter how hard I try, or how much I crave it. It just feels so tainted.” Tears spiral down your cheeks and you feel your chest somehow growing both lighter and heavier as you open your heart to him. “I feel so broken. I feel like I need someone to fix me. Or at least teach me how to do stuff again. How to hold, how to touch… How to love, both romantically and platonically.”

“How to do all of that without it feeling… corrupt. Without me… feeling corrupt.” The air is heavy with emotion and the two of you fall into an uneasy silence as the weight of your confession settles.

“I’ll teach you.” Chris murmurs, breaking the quiet.

“Teach me which one.” You try to laugh, to ease the tension and awkwardness, but it comes out forced and catches in your throat.

“Whichever you need.” His whisper was quiet, almost silent, but his tone was sincere.

You inhale sharply, turning your head to look at him, barely noticing his tears in your shock. “What?”

“I’ll teach you.” He says, clearing his throat. “For starters, I don’t think you’re broken, or that you need fixing. But I’ll teach you.”

“All of it. As much or as little as you want.” He reiterates as you try to process his suggestion in stunned silence.

“I-” You pause, unsure as to what on earth was happening. “I don’t want you to feel pressured… or compelled to help me.” 

“I don’t. I want to help you, I’d be honoured to even. But we don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.” He reassures you, gently taking your hand.

“Are you sure?” You ask, searching his eyes for any hesitation and only finding sincerity.

“Yes. I promise.” He affirms.

“And I swear. I will never-” He pauses as his voice shakes, “Never abuse any trust or consent you give me. I will always do my absolute best to make you feel safe and secure.”

“Thank you.” You smile, hugging him.

“Of course.” He says, pulling you closer. “It’s what friends are for.”

This is a work of fiction, based entirely on my personal perception of him, and does not reflect his actual character or actions.

[shoverse]

꒰ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ drunk text confessions — skz! hyung line꒱

📂 pairing — bangchan x gn! reader, lee minho x gn! reader, seo changbin x gn! reader, hwang hyunjin x gn! reader

📂 cw — drunk skz, alcohol mentions, friends to (potential?) lovers, cussing, kinda angsty idk 😭, hard to read english

📂 a/n — ITS BEEN SO LONG SINCE IVE WRITTEN 💔💔 n e wayz my prns r he/him if u wanna comment again 😋😋 'she' did not do anything because i'm a man.

#01/02 — bangchan, lee minho

#03/04 — seo changbin, hwang hyunjin

[suengmi]

- the ways stray kids show their love and affection

genre: fluff/romance, nonidol!au, gn!reader warnings: mentions of making out, nakedness? idk lol

anyways this is just major soft hours, one of my moots said i should do this i can't remember who it was pls lmk if it was you asljdls also unedited

♡ masterlist / pls reblog if you liked! it helps a lot ♡

⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ bang chan

sweet kisses all over your face to wake you up, pressing his nose into the crook of your neck and gently nibbling you. “i’m bored wake up babe.” grunts when you ignore him. ends up pulling the sheets back so your naked body is exposed to the cold. “that’s what you get.” gets salty but then feels bad, covering you up again, then he really wakes you up. back hugs when you’re cooking for him. whining whenever you don’t pay attention to him, tugging at the edge of your shirt. sulks when you say you’re busy. doesn’t give a fuck about how clingy he is, but he knows you love it. holds your hand a little too hard when you’re walking together. kiss attacks always!!

⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ lee know

stops you from crossing the street until he’s checked it. “stupid, look next time.” beats you twice in a board game but sees that you're sad that you’re not that good at it, but fails the third time just to see you smile and gloat about beating him. he loves seeing you happy, even if he has to purposely fail. leaves you notes everywhere, maybe just ‘i love yous’ mixed in with ‘i know you’ll forget this so don’t.’ text messages asking if you’ve eaten, and then getting mad and sending food to your door if you haven’t. swiftly kisses to the forehead aggressively saying you ‘deserve it’ but sounds like a threat. ‘you know i love you yeah?’ more aggressive kisses. ‘i won’t stop until you say you love me!!’

⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ changbin

little wrestling matches on the couch, telling you that you’re silly for even trying. pulls you by the back of your hair if you’re not paying attention to him. “i left you the last piece of food.” always, always saves you the last piece no matter what it is. picks you up and throws you around, pretending he’s going to eat you bc apparently he’s a monster. but says you taste good so he doesn’t mind eating you. more wrestles. whenever you’re sad, he always cheers you up and never fails to make you laugh. does his trot impression of some old korean songs, full performance with your glitter jacket on that doesn’t fit him. ‘you still love me now? you better.’ knows you love being engulfed by him, so 90% of the time he is the big spoon. when he's feeling really romantic, he'll do a little picnic at the beach. always making sure it was at sunset because he knew it was your favourite time of the day.

⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ jisung

midnight trips to get take out, sitting in the car until 2am with both of your feet on the dashboard. ‘remember that time!’ always reminiscing about how you first met, nearly choking on your fries when you recall. kisses in the car, kisses in the house, kisses in the shower, kisses in the dark. ‘babe but i want it.’ chucks a tanty when you don’t buy him things. pouts and folds his arms. ‘if you loved me you would!’ holds the cuff of your jumper, mostly walking behind you whenever you go somewhere because he feels safe. morning calls, but especially night calls. he doesn’t care how you look at the end of the day, he just wants to see you and tell you he loves you. hiding himself in your jumper and saying there is enough room for two (when there isn't.)

⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ hyunjin

taking you to art galleries, standing behind you with his head resting on yours. ends up putting his hands into your pockets from behind, cutely leading you around from the back. with hyunjin it’s not always words, sometimes it’s just his actions. he pushes your hair out of your face or tucks it behind your hair. mostly, he does your hair for you. always making sure your hair was out of your face because it annoyed you. brings you tea and sits with you if you’re studying or drawing or even watching tv, rubs your thigh gently to let you know that he doesn’t want to distract you, just shows you he wants to be with you. rubs your belly if you feel bloated and talks to it. 'you better stop being bloated or... i'll do something. idk what.' art dates!! always drawing together, even if you're shit he encourages you to keep going

⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ seungmin

gently slips his fingers into yours without saying anything but smiling to himself when he sees you blush, he kind of loves that he makes you nervous. always taking the chance to make your cheeks tint pink. showers with seungmin, always washing your body and shampooing your hair for you, wet kisses in between. sometimes he’d gently press his nose on your naked skin, enjoying your scent but never admitting it. ‘it’s comforting’ he’d say in defence, ignoring you for the rest of the night. guiding you with his hand on your lower back, making sure you were safe no matter where you were. kisses to the forehead, the back of the hand, the back of your knees. seungmin doesn’t say it much, but he does love you. he shows it through everything else, knowing those words have such a weight to them.

⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ felix

‘are you gonna cook!?’ jumping up and down when you say yes, annoying you the whole time you’re cooking or baking. ‘is it done? i can’t wait to eat it!!’ eats half of the food before it’s even cooked because he says it’s ‘too good.’ little play fights that would begin from felix nibbling at your fingers and then at your thighs. ‘little gremlin’ you’d end up joking, rolling around on the floor, bodies all over each other, which would end in a heated make out session and clothes far gone. he’d send you random texts, of random things. ‘hey i saw this flower, it's cute, yeah?’ ‘this potato looks like you. it’s too cute to eat T-T’ ‘you think i could eat 11 hot dogs in two minutes? hmm maybe.’ 

⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ jeongin

blowing raspberries on your tummy and holding you down. sometimes uses your foot as a telephone. ‘yes hello stinky foot line how can i stink you today?’ proceeds to try and hold your foot with his. 'shut up i can do it!!' probably be super sarcastic, mocking you when you tried to be cute with whatever you were saying. karaoke together, always singing out of pitch but though he’s laughing, encourages you to be more confident because he loves seeing you enjoy yourself. watches you sometimes, just admiring you but instantly whips his head around to pretend he wasn’t, head banging into something hanging from the wall. ‘mind your business’ he’d joke, walking away suspiciously.

♡ taglist: @blankdyean @l3visbby @daddyjoonchua @ipegchangbin @abcdefgiwsmcty ♡

[kucikitty]

---✿❀Desperate Bangchan❀✿---

Photos not mine, I only edit them;

•| ⊱✿⊰ |• Pairing; Sub!Bangchan x Dom!GN!Reader

•| ⊱✿⊰ |• Warnings; smut, dirty talk, pet names, submissive bangchan, dominant reader, needy, swear words, slight oral - m!receiving (Just the tip lol)

•| ⊱✿⊰ |• Word Count; 1226

•| ⊱✿⊰ |• Author's Note; Hope you all enjoy! Just a quick little drabble I put together this morning~

!! •| ⊱✿⊰ |• !! My blog is 18+!! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. AGE IN BIO OR PINNED! MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED!! Thank you~

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Bangchan is kneeled in front of you, ready and obedient for whatever you decide to do with him next. You reach out and your thumb dances across his bottom lip. The static buzzing with every touch you give him. He’s obsessed with you, he craves you. Always. You leave him wanting more every time. You go to pull your hand back but he’s quick. His fingers wrap around your wrist holding you in place, your thumb still resting on his plush pillowy lips. He kisses the tip slowly, sensually, dragging your thumb down. His bottom lip drags with it then flicks back into place. He blinks up at you, his doe eyes stare at yours with need. He holds your eyes in his as he wraps his lips around your thumb. The suction is light but it gets needier with every second that goes by. He wishes it was your clit instead but beggars can’t be choosers. He’ll take anything you give him, as long as he’s able to have anything of you he’s satisfied. 

You’re mesmerized. The pure ecstasy on his face over something so minimal is slowly driving you insane. You knew he was pussy whipped but you didn’t realize it was this bad. Truth be told it turned you on so much more. How far was he willing to go to be with you? Would he do anything you asked? A simple yes, he would. He’d walk to the ends of the earth, jump off a cliff, grovel on his knees if you asked him to. 

Whilst his tongue danced around your thumb you brought your free hand up and combed your fingers through the bangs laid on his forehead. The sensation caused him to purr, a low groan rumbling in his throat. His eyes held yours with desperation, he wanted more but he didn’t want to be selfish. It’s your pleasure before his, always. Although he couldn’t help the slight thrusts into the crowded air, he needed relief, bad. And you were right there to give it to him. 

You could see the strain on his face, it was devilish to witness. You almost wanted to leave him here, carnal for more. But with the way he was acting you didn’t know if you could. Because truth be told you were just as turned on as he is. There’s nothing more satisfying than having a man like him at your beck and call. You’re gonna have fun with this one, it was an opportunity you refused to pass up. 

You pulled back your thumb that was still in between his beautiful lips, his hold on your wrist getting tighter. He didn’t want to let go yet, it’s too soon. But with the sharp look you gave him he accepted defeat, he didn’t want to disappoint you. Especially when he was so close to having you, it’d ruin him. 

You smiled softly at his disheveled state. His messy hair, blown eyes and wet lips pulled apart and panting. 

“Such a good puppy for me, yeah?” You whisper. 

His eyes lit up at the pet name, he’d like whatever you decided to call him but there was something about the word puppy that drove him wild. The slew of bangs on his forehead bounced up and down when he nodded in response. Any praise from you was better than anything on this planet, he was determined to receive more. To be a good boy for you. 

You leaned down to his kneeled form, your face hovering above his, lips inches away. Just a little more and your lips would meet. The urge he must resist to lean forward and push his lips into yours was the hardest thing he’s had to do in a while. 

You smirk at his desperation, god he was so delicious, “Since you’re such a good puppy how ‘bout you sit on the edge of the bed for me, hm?” 

He didn’t have to be told twice, tripping over his feet as he stood up, he stumbled to the edge of the bed and sat obediently. His fingers splayed across the sheets, rubbing against the fabric, his nerves are on fire. 

You stand straight up once again, a smirk dances across your lips at his eagerness. Slowly making your way to him, you let your hips sway with every step. Your hard stare has him trapped, like Medusa has laid her cold eyes on him and turned him into stone, he was still. When you reach him you extend your hand out, he grabs it softly and kisses the back of it. You smile at his quick obedience. 

Suddenly you drop to your knees in front of him and push his thighs apart. You make your way in between his spread out form, your nails digging into his jeans as you squeeze his thick thighs. He stops breathing, stunned at your sudden decision. You’re in between his legs and he has no idea how to breathe. 

“Ah-“ A whimper escapes his lips when you lean down and press a kiss to his bulge. 

He’s so hard it hurts, his fingers dig into the sheets more, he wants it bad. You gleam at his sounds, you need to draw more out and you need it now. 

You nuzzle your face into his bulge, the rough fabric of his jeans scratching at your face but that’s the least of your concern. When you look up at him his head is thrown back. Hot harsh breaths coming out from his mouth, he doesn’t know how much longer he can last. Even with you just looking at him he can blow his load, you were addicting. 

Your slight giggle grabs his attention and he whips his head back down to look at you, although he wishes he hadn’t. Your chin is resting on his painfully hard bulge and your eyes full of sin, teasing him. And he wouldn’t have it any other way. 

You squeeze at his thighs again, “Since you’ve been such a good puppy I think I should reward you.” You lift your head up and make quick work at his belt, “I’m gonna shove your cock so far down my throat, the only thing you’re gonna think of is me.” 

You slide the belt out of the hoops and start unbuttoning his jeans, “The only name you’re gonna chant is mine.” His hips lift as you pull down his pants along with his underwear, his cock springs free, “I’m going to consume your entire being and you’re gonna love every second of it.” 

His bottom lip quivers when you wrap your hand around the base of his cock, “You already consume me, every day.” His voice shakes. 

You give his tip a soft kiss and he almost busts right then and there, “Is that so?” You ask. 

His bottom lip is pulled between his teeth, almost drawing blood. His breath is uneven, “Y-yes. No one else can make me feel like you do.” 

You wrap your lips around his tip and suck harshly, he cries out. The electrifying sensation only lasts a couple of seconds before you pull back, enjoying every second of his disheveled state. 

“Mm you got that right.” You moan out, “Now puppy, let me show you exactly why no one else can do what I can do.” 

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[wh1mp]

dating- BangChan

☁️what would your camera look like dating BangChan?

Bonus!!

[moonlightwonie]

Can I please request something with bang chan?

You've been trapped by his presence and he won't let you go and you're losing the spark in your eyes and chan doesn't know what to do.

So he tries to fuck his love unto you.

'Tell me how to make you happy?', 'tell me what I need to do for you to love me'

TW: ANGST & SMUT, NSFW 18+, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT‼️

bf!bangchan x gn reader || word count: 1.3k

angst, crying, dirty talk, spit, choking, kind of toxic tbh (oops) i wrote a lot, so prepare yourself 🫣

꧁ MAKE YOU FEEL MY LOVE꧂

☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★ 🔮 ☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★

you and chan had been dating for a little over a year now, from the moment you two started dating, you had always spent so much time together. whenever you weren’t together it was only because of work or day to day activities, where you absolutely couldn’t be together. he’d always showed you and told you how much he loved you from the beginning, which was a little overwhelming to you at first, but you were still attracted to him and loved being around him. you could tell that he was a special guy, you just needed some time to get comfortable and let yourself fall for him.

as time went on, you just felt the spark kind of dying out, atleast on your end. you loved chan, but whenever it came down to anything intimate, you just weren’t feeling any… electricity; and that really bugged you, because how could you not be sexually attracted to him?? he’s handsome, has a big heart, a wicked sense of humor, and he treated you like a queen. he was a total sweetheart, you were his whole world. his top most priority was making you feel happy and loved. you couldn’t keep going on like this, how could you lead him on any further? you didn’t want to hurt him, you did love him after all, you just weren’t feeling that spark anymore.

once he got home from practice, you were immediately greeted with a big, bright smile and open arms, “heyy, baby!! c’mere, i missed you” he said as you walked over to him and gave him a small hug, which was nothing compared to the giant bear hug he gave you. “chris, we have to talk… it’s important” you muttered as you nervous bit on your lip, averting your gaze to the floor as you tried to calm your nerves.

the cheeriness and joy in his eyes quickly turned to worry and concern, taking your hands in his as he looked at you with a small frown. “w-what is it, y/n? is something wrong?” he’d ask you, making you shake your head and walk him over to the couch. “i don’t know how to say this… but… uh, well…” you’d start saying before looking up into his eyes, seeing the anxiety plastered on his face.

“it’s okay, it’s okay… just.. just say it, love” he muttered softly as he fought some tears in his eyes. because deep down he had a feeling of where this conversation was going. he could feel the difference in how you looked at him, the hesitation whenever he’d go to hold your hand, whenever he kissed you or when you two had sex, everything just felt off.

you sighed softly at his words and shook your head, “i.. chris, you’re such a good guy.. and you have always treated me so so well” you started to say, “but i just… i don’t think i have feelings for you anymore… i love you, just… just not like-“ you were cut off by your boyfriend, “just not what? like a boyfriend?? is that it?” he covered his mouth, tears boiling in his eyes as he tried to form proper sentences through the hurt, “how long have you felt this way? is it something i said or did? is something i didn’t do???”.

“no no no, baby, it’s nothing that you did.. it’s just-“ you went to wipe his tears, but he shook his head and gently pushed your hands away. “is it because of my schedule? i’ll drop everything if it means making you stay.. i’ll do anything for you to stay, absolutely anything for you to love me!! just tell me, y/n, what do i have to do for you to love me??” he asked as he fell to his knees infront of you. “do i not please you good enough? b-because i can do better, yeah.. i can be better for you and make you feel good, is that what you want, baby??” he asked eagerly as he bit his lip whilst looking into your eyes, tears filled in his own as he gently caressed your knees, “please?”.

fuck. you had no words. god, you hated yourself for this. you had this precious man literally crying on his knees, begging for you to love him. why couldn’t you just be normal and fall for him? fuck. you hated it whenever chan would cry, especially knowing it was because of you. “chris, it’s not that easy.. it’s not like that” you’d tell him as you wiped away his tears, “well can’t i atleast try? do you know how much this kills me? i just want you to love me” he sniffled whilst tilting his head, “please, please let me show you how much i love you? maybe i can make you love me, one way or another, i don’t care”.

you sighed heavily before nodding and caving into his words, sniffling at your own tears as you looked down into his eyes. “o-okay, channie… just please don’t cry” you said before you were interrupted by a sudden kiss to your lips. he cupped your face and pulled you in closer, kissing you deeply as he began untying his sweatpants. you had to admit, you didn’t mind having sex with him, you just didn’t feel the emotional elements of it with him… or maybe just not as deeply as him.

one thing lead to another, the two of you had been lying on the same couch you’d both been crying on, feeling him split you open with his cock and hold your hips in place. you couldn’t help but moan and mutter his name, he’d been making you feel so good, after all. “y-ya like that, baby? does.. hmm, does that feel good?” he’d asked you as he leaned down to kiss and suck on your neck, “do you see how much i love you? how much i’m willing to prove my love for you?” he muttered against your salty skin. you didn’t know what to say, you had already been feeling all fucked out AND he was making you feel good, but you still felt so guilty, because you knew this wouldn’t change anything, and yet here you were letting him use your body like this.

“tell me you love me, baby.. p-please? please just tell me once?” he begged as he looked deep into your eyes, making you sigh and throw your head back, “i… i.. i can’t” you said through your moans, feeling a pit in your stomach as you cursed yourself. “w-what?” he asked with wide eyes, slowing down his movements as he looked into your eyes. “just tell me what i have to do to make you happy… tell me what the fuck i need to do in order to make you love me, y/n?” he said as he unintentionally tightened his grip on your hips, feeling frustrated.

as strange as it may sound, you rarely ever heard him swear, so it you found it a little hot when you heard him say ‘fuck’ and hold your hips so mean. you felt a little tickle in your stomach as you bit your lip. you were so used to your boyfriend being so gentle with you and being afraid to hurt you, but right now all you wanted was him to take out his hurt and stress onto you and manhandle you. “can you.. b-be a little rougher? i can take it.. just don’t be gentle” you said softly as you felt your cheeks heat up, “i’ll use the safeword if i want you to stop”.

chan was taken a little aback by what you had asked of him. he was certainly surprised, but lord knows he’d do absolutely anything to make you happy and to love him, so he did just as you asked. he picked up the pace of his movements and began pounding in and out of you at an almost animalistic rate whilst you wore his hand around your neck like the prettiest choker you’d ever worn. “do you like being treated like a filthy whore, baby? is that all it takes for you?” he snarled at you as he forced your mouth open and spit into it. he grinned widely when he seen your eyes light up.

you couldn’t contain yourself, you were tugging at his wavy locks and screaming so loud for him, he’d never made you feel this good before- no one had. “d-don’t stop… please, daddy” you begged him desperately, the nickname you referred to him as only encouraged him to go harder, “feels so good”. not too long after, you both finally finished and rode out your highs. shit, you were seeing stars and could barely think straight. but one thing was for sure, not being treated like you were something fragile for once made you feel something, for sure. who knew all it took was for your boyfriend to treat you like a whore every now and then? <3333

☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★ 🔮 ☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★

i hope you enjoyed that, i apologize if that wasn’t you had in mind! i hope you guys liked it hehe<333

if you don’t like my content you can either keep scrolling or just block me, no need to send negativity ♡

[maycat-19-142]

Bangchan x idol reader

A/n: you are the leader of your group

⚠️: fluff han being dramatic, spelling mistakes let me know if I missed anything

Goals

Honestly no one was surprised to find out yall were dating

Two 4th gen leaders dating plz fans went crazy

Your relationship went public after you have a dating scandal and your company said you are dating buy not who fans though

But then they saw how chan looked and you and the rest is history

Dating him as an idol is amazing

Yall have studio dates where yall cuddles while you work on trackes

If yall are at 3rachas studio changbin and han will stay out

Once han saw you kissing and he scrmed "not in here this is a shared space"

He is dramatic

Your members the first time he came to your building scared him so bad

He is now scared of you maknae who said she would "cut his head off and eat it infornt of skz" if he broke your heart

Now your group is besties with skz

At award shows you are always together

If yall are separated yall will watch form the other side of the venue

Over all 10/10 adorable

Have a good day and night 🌙

Pixie out 🧚‍♀️

[ccawz]

smile

a/n: I saw a video of just Chan smiling and my heart melted.

bang chan x gn! reader (no pronouns mentioned) 211 words, open ending bc I couldn’t think of anything, pure fluff.

“What are you staring at?” Chan asked, looking up at you from his seat on the couch. “Hm? Something on my face?” He prompts, fingers reaching up to brush against his mouth.

You shake your head, your fingers following his, tracing the outline of his lips, dimples, and cheeks. “Your smile’s pretty.” Chan drops his head, shyness creeping in and showing on his face. A rosy blush and a downcasted smile from trying to suppress it. “My beautiful boy.”

He looks up at you with fond eyes, tiny squeaks of laughter escaping when you lightly pinch his cheeks. “What’s gotten into you, hm?”

“Nothing. I just love you.” The flushed expression comes back, hands coming up in a futile attempt to hide his reaction. “I love your smile.”

You tell him again, and again, and again. Drinking in the reaction that it stirs; rosy cheeks, a dimpled smile, a shy giggle, and crescent-shaped eyes adorned with wrinkles at the edges.

He looks to you with stars in his eyes, like you were the one who placed each constellation in its place. Like you were the one that hung the moon and sun. He whispers his gratitude, laces your fingers with his, and draws you near, pressing delicate kisses to your temple.

[haven-0325]

Evening imagine - Bangchan x Gn reader (18+)

A difficult dinner with his parents has left you upset, but Chan never fails to say just the right things to make you forget all about it.

'How are you feeling?', Chan asked sweetly, making the bed dip as he sat down next to you. You looked up at him, eyes previously glued to your hands that were fidgetting restlessly.

Chan's eyes were sparkly, almost as if he had some tears leftover in his eyes from crying, but he never did. Your eyebrows crunched together, your heart aching to choose between a lie or the truth. But just a few more seconds of your eyes in his and you knew what to say.

'I don't know Chris, today was...', you looked down and back up to his gentle expression, making you feel more at ease that he wouldn't judge whatever you were going to say. 'Today was a lot', you spoke quietly as a tear rolled down your cheek.

Chan didn't waste much time to lift his hand from the bed to wipe the tear away. His simple but warm touch making you feel heard and loved.

'I know baby', Chan responded as he guided your hand in his, drawing circles over the top of it. You watched your hand in his, no longer looking up at him.

"You know it doesn't matter what they think though right? It wouldn't change anything between us', Chan tried to reassure you. You held his hand tighter, breathing out a few more tears and stopping them eventually.

'You're right, I just...I just really want them to like me', you replied. With every sentence you two shared your bodies couldn't help but move in closer to each other in a need for more comfort.

'Even if it's just a part of how much you like me, you know', you continued. 'Hey...', Chan whispered, two of his warm fingers wrapping around your chin to guide you back to look at him. This time his eyes really seemed teary, not just full of their usual spark, however his smile slowly grew.

'I don't just like you', Chan whispered almost so close that a kiss too soon could have prevented all of this from coming out. You couldn't help but lean in even though you know more was coming, placing a soft kiss of encouragement on his lips.

Even with a small kiss both of you were out of breath, eyes glued together. Chan soon pulled you even closer by the small of your back, his hand eagerly rubbing your thigh higher and higher the longer you two were kissing. Before you could even register this moment in your head you moved on top of him, continuing to kiss him eagerly.

'You didn't even let me finish my sentence', Chan teased as he moved his kisses down your neck instead, his hands resting gently on your waist. His big lips made it feel even better, always wrapping so easily around the skin to leave his mark too. No matter what his parents thought of you, Chan never cared enough to stop showing the world that you were his.

The longer he kissed your neck the stronger the pulsing between your legs became, the more you could feel him right below you too. You moved your hands over his back, touching him all the way up to back of his neck where goosebumps had formed from your touch.

He hummed against you sweetly as your fingers disappeared into his hair, lacing your fingers into the strands to guide him downwards towards your chest.

'Just show me instead'

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So I have a soft thought about Chan.

Like both of the both of you sitting in the living room and you call out to him and ask him in a cute way to cuddle with pout and he laughs before joining you on the couch and nuzzls his face into your neck as you both just cuddle and hold each other-

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Days like these are rare.

The one's where you and your boyfriend can relax without worrying about each other, and if there's anything you've learned about being with Chan, it's that he's a worrier. You've also learned, however, that he seems to relax when he's with you. When he can see and hold you, proof that you're here with him and not thousands of miles away.

So you're trying to wait patiently. Wait for Chan to finish making the popcorn while you look for a movie to watch in the living room. But he's taking so long. But patient, you can be patient. You've been patient all this time, what's a couple of more minutes?

Patient, patient, waiting...ugh!

"Chan," you call out to your boyfriend. Your head is turned to the direction of the kitchen, waiting for his response. His silence is filled with the soft buzzing of the microwave, the low volume of the movie trailer on the TV, and your deafening loneliness.

"Channiieee," you drawl out his name this time. There's a hint of impatience in your voice, whiny and high pitched. It's this that causes Chan to giggle in the other room. You narrow your eyes and purse your lips, he's doing this on purpose.

The beeping from the microwave acts as your safe haven. You're adjusting in your seat restlessly as you hear Chan's soft pitter patter of feet finally make its way out of the kitchen, to the living room, to you.

You thought about getting mad at first, giving your lover a hard time for ignoring you. Instead, you find yourself patting the seat next to you, eager for Chan's presence. He giggles again, eyes turning into moon crescents and lips pulling back to reveal his beautiful teeth.

"I was gone for 2 minutes," he says. Chan sets the hot bag down and the smell of salt and butter invade your senses. 

"Two minutes too long," you complain. There's a pout on your face, lower lip jutting out with doe eyes. "I was calling you!"

"And I was making popcorn!" He defends himself with a laugh. "You miss me that much?"

Rather than responding, you open your arms wide. Your fingers open and close, a quiet plea for Chan to quickly accept your embrace. He smiles wide, the tips of his ears burning a hot red before he finally finds home in your warmth.

He melts into your chest, practically molding his being into your own. His ear goes to your heartbeat, his thumbs circle the exposed skin of your stomach. You're here, you're real, and you're with him. Chan sighs with content, pressing his face closer into you until you feel his breath on your neck. 

"Did you pick a movie yet?" He mumbles into your skin. 

Crap, you totally forgot about that. "No, nothing seems good."

Chan picks his head up to plant a gentle kiss on your jawline before resting back down into the space between your shoulders. "Whatever," you feel him shrug against you. "I like trailers more anyway."

a/n: omg I really liked writing this! it was so cute! border from @roseschoices!

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when you're ready

part 2 of as much or as little!!

bang chan x gn! reader wc: 1216 warnings: they're a little awkward, Chris teases reader a little, fluffy, talks of boundaries and different types of physical affection, i cannot stay serious for more than 5 minutes and therefore neither can they, Chris is so sweet, slight hurt/comfort a/n: part 2!!!! question: would people prefer a few longer parts or more shorter parts? because i can either do like 3-5 more longer parts or a bunch more shorter parts, i cannot decide

“So,” Chris starts as he turns to you, gently squeezing your hand that rested under his. “We should talk about boundaries and stuff.”

You nod in confirmation, trying to ignore the spike in your anxiety.

“What is it that you find most intimidating about physical touch? Is it just generally or something specific?” He asks gently, tracing subtle patterns on the back of your hand.

“Um.” You hesitate, thinking. “I think initiating it?” You question aloud.

“I just get so anxious that I’ll make people feel uncomfortable, or something similar to how I felt back then. But then I feel like I’ll be annoying and like people will hate me if I constantly ask.” You feel your voice tremble slightly as you look down at your entwined hands.

“Well, you would never annoy me… But, would it be easier if I just gave you, like, blanket consent? So you don’t have to ask, I’ll just tell you if I’m uncomfortable.” He asks, and the sincerity in his tone makes your stomach turn.

“Are you sure that you’d be okay with that?” You ask, hesitant to agree.

“I’m sure. I doubt you’ll make me uncomfortable, because I love physical touch, but if you ever do, I promise I will tell you.” He gently affirms, continuing his gentle ministrations on your hand.

You pause, still hesitant to agree. He notices, squeezing your hand again, prompting you to look at him.

“Hey, I want to help, however you’ll let me. I promise you that I want to do this, I want to do whatever it takes to help you.” He murmurs softly, his eyes showing his earnesty and you feel an odd turning in your stomach as you look at him.

You hum, nodding. “Okay. Thank you.” You whisper, before taking a deep breath.

“You’re safe here, I promise.” Chris affirms, pulling you close and hugging you.

“Now, would you prefer me to ask before I touch you? Or would you rather something else?” He hums quietly and you can feel the vibration of his words from where you're pressed against his neck.

“Um…” You hesitate, feeling slightly freaked out by the sensation and simultaneously unsure how to respond to his question.

You pull back, so that the two of you are sitting and facing each other once more.

“Can you, like, ask after you touch me?” You pause, anxious despite knowing you have his full support. 

“If that uh, makes sense.” You ramble, unsure. “That way I can like, see how it feels before I decide whether I like it or not.”

“Yeah, that makes sense.” Chris says, smiling softly.

“So, I should hug you, and then ask if it’s okay?” He reiterates, maintaining reassuring eye contact with you.

“Yeah,” you nod. “That way I’m less likely to overthink it.”

He hums in understanding as you release a breath you didn’t realise you were holding.

“And please, please, never be afraid to tell me to stop, or that you're uncomfortable.” He squeezes your hand as you look away. “I will never, ever be even remotely upset or offended.  I promise.”

“Hey, look at me.” He says softly as you turn back to him.

“I need you to promise.” He says and you feel your heart rate spike. “Promise me that you’ll tell me if you’re uncomfortable, or upset with me in any way.” 

“I promise.” You affirm, trying to ignore the pounding of your heart.

“I want you to feel safe with me.” He whispers softly and you can’t help but reach forward and hug him, seeking solace in his arms.

“Thank you.” You whisper quietly.

“Always.” He whispers back, holding you close.

“Now,” he starts again sometime later. “Is there anything you’re not okay with? In regards to touch.”

You sit up again, this time shifting so your legs are crossed.

“Um… neck touching, especially kisses. Makes me extremely uncomfortable.” You look at the ground, trying to avoid his eyes.

“Gentle touches, like on my arms, they either make me sleepy or itchy, so I’d rather you don’t do that.” You continue, trying to think.

“Oh! Do NOT tickle me. Ever. I will punch you, in the face. That’s not a threat, just the truth.” You state as he giggles.

“Okay, noted.” He laughs, urging you to continue.

“Oh, and please don’t put your mouth near my ears.” You blurted out before laughing at your unusual wording.

Chris bursts into laughter.

 “Why on earth would I ever do that?” He exclaims in shock.

“I don’t know!” You clamor, valiantly defending yourself. “In books and stuff they talk about people affectionately nibbling on people's ears and it freaks me out!”

“Okay no, that’s understandable. But why did you say it like that?” Chris gasps out through his laughter.

“Because I-” You pause, making him laugh even harder. “I don’t know.”

“Okay, okay. So no ear-nibbling.” He repeated, giggling at your facial expression. “No gentle touches, neck touching or tickling.” 

“Yes.” You affirm, nodding.

“Anything else you’d rather I don’t do?” He asks as he tries to control his breathing.

“Uhhh- please don’t touch my thighs, or feet. I really don’t know why you would but yeah.” You murmur as he bursts into laughter again.

“Okay, okay.” He giggles and you feel your face growing warm. “I won’t ever be doing that.”

“Thank you.” You reply awkwardly, making him laugh harder as you gently slap his arm.

“Is there anything you’d rather I don’t do?” You ask once the two of you have stopped laughing and regained your breath.

“Oh!” He replied, seemingly surprised at being asked. “Not really, no.”

“Let me know if there is anything.” You affirm as he hums in response.

The two of you fall into an awkward silence for a moment, unsure as to how to proceed.

“So, do you just want to do platonic stuff for now?” Chris asks, a teasing glint in his eyes.

“You were serious about that?” You gasp, shocked.

He giggles at your shock.

“Yes, I was.” He teased, but there was honesty in his tone..

“But we don’t have to do anything before you’re ready.” Chris affirms, but you can barely hear him over the sound of your internal screaming. “Or ever. It’s your call.”

You have nothing to say in response, simply resorting to putting your head in your hands and trying not to freak out.

“Love, you okay?” Chris asks gently and you manage out a strained yes in response.

“Did I make you uncomfortable?” He questions, evidently worried. 

“No.” You replied, your desire to ease his worries overriding your fluster.

“Can I touch you?” He enquires, voice gentle and caring. You hum in response, still slightly overwhelmed.

He gently moves your hands from your face, holding them in his, the motion revealing your red face. He giggles as he notices your blush.

“Shut up!” You exclaim, extracting your hand to lightly slap his arm, making him laugh harder.

“Okay, okay.” He giggles, swinging your entwined hands.

“But seriously, when or if you’re ready, let me know. I’ll be here.” You feel your heartbeat race as you process the earnesty in his tone and eyes.

“Thanks.” You squeak out before immediately hiding again, grumbling at him slightly before you eventually join in with his continued laughter.

This is a work of fiction, based entirely on my personal perception of him, and does not reflect his actual character or actions.

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