#hyunchan fanfic

[wlfchnlv3r]

DRIVE

Hyunjin x Bangchan x Fem reader

Synopsis: you are in big trouble after a night out with friends, your boyfriends are mad at you for flirting with a random guy and now you are going to confront them.

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings: 🔞, mdni, vaginal sex, anal sex, smut, cum eating, blowjob, handjob, masturbation, literally porn with plot so, please if you are a minor do not read this.

Note: that was pretty difficult to write, I mean- what the hell.

You go downstairs after a night with friends, where you have been drinking too much, causing you being excessively gentle with a random guy you can’t even remember the name.

You know there will be consequences for your actions and when you make your way to the living room you find your two boyfriends, Bangchan and Hyunjin typing at their computer with a somber expression on their faces.

As soon as you enter the room Bangchan looks up and sees you standing there, leaning back on the sofà.

Hyunjin glances at you and continues writing, seemingly unphased by your presence.

You stay silent for a moment before speaking in a guilty tone “are you mad at me…?”.

Chan stands up and walks towards you. He seems amused by the question "What makes you think that?".

“Ok ok you guys are mad at me…I got it” you admit.

He chuckles, grabbing your chin with his hand and lifting your face to make you look at him "You're too cute. Of course we're angry at you.".

You want to explain the situation “ I wasn’t flirting with that guy, we were just…taking, I mean it”

Bangchan narrows his eyes and Hyunjin looks up from his work and watches the scene.

"Yeah, just talking." Bangchan says, with a sarcastic tone of voice "You really think we're dumb enough to believe that?".

“I would never do that, I promise”

Bangchan let's go of your chin and shrugs.

“Hmph. Whatever. You better not be lying to us."

He steps away and goes back to sit at his desk. Hyunjin has turned his full attention to you now.

Your gaze passes from bangchan to Hyunjin, he holds your stare, his face expressionless. He seems to be watching you intensely and trying to read you.

“I’m so sorry” you apologise slowly.

Bangchan is typing away on his computer, still clearly pissed at you and Hyunjin continues staring at you, still trying to make sense of you.

"You should be sorry" Hyunjin finally speaks.

“I- please can we just forget yesterday night? It was nothing I- what can I do…to make amends?” You start to be tired of this situation and try to go upstairs in the bedroom.

Bangchan looks at you with narrowed eyes "Where do you think you're going?".

Hyunjin watches you, curious to see what you'll try to do next.

“Chan please-“

“stay there until we say so. Understand?” Hyunjin leans back on the sofà starting to lose his cool.

You stay in place for what it feels like an eternity while both of your boyfriends finish their stuff glancing at you every now and then.

“What can I do for you to forgive me…?” You finally speak.

That question draws Bangchan out of his work. He looks over at you with a smirk.

"What're you willing to do?"

“Uhm- I don’t know…please-“ you plead

Bangchan looks over at Hyunjin, who chuckles under his breath.

“So desperate to make it up, huh?" Bangchan says, amused and curious about your response.

While Hyunjin is intrigued by your answer as he listens in and watches you closely to see what you'll do.

“Yes… I’ll do what you guys want” Hyunjin can barely hide his amusement while Bangchan stands up and goes behind you, his eyes watching every little reaction you make now.

"Anything hm. So If I told you to kneel on the floor for me, you would do it, right?" Bangchan says, in a commanding tone, before speaking again “kneel for me, now”.

You watch him and then Hyunjin, but you give up, kneeling in front of Chan.

Hyunjin is now looking at you and Bangchan. There is a small smile on his face from the satisfaction of seeing you kneel for Bangchan so quickly.

Bangchan reaches for you, but doesn't touch you, his hands hovering just a few inches away. He stares deep into your eyes, analyzing your reaction "Good girl".

Chan starts to unbutton his pants lowering them with his boxer, his hard erection is a few inch near your face.

He can't help but smile. His eyes never move from yours. He takes his hand away from your chin and gestures for you to get closer.

"Go on, and suck my cock till I say so, like the obedient girl you are" Bangchan says.

You close the distance and start to lick his tip, already wet with precum.

Bangchan inhales sharply. He glances back at Hyunjin, who is looking quite satisfied now "Go on princess, you look so good with chan’s dick in your mouth” he is now smirking, his eyes glued to you.

You take chan’s dick in your mouth starting to suck on it slowly but your boyfriend tangle his finger in your hair and start to pull you closer making you shuts your eyes “you are so good for me…” he says with a smirk on his face.

Tears start to run down your cheeks as he keeps pushing your head closer and closer to him.

You let out a choke whine, hearing chan’s groans.

Meanwhile Hyunjin is enjoying the view and star to unzip his jeans freeing up his erection. He grips the base of his cock and start to move his hand giving himself some relief.

Bangchan sighs heavily, enjoying the entire experience "S-such a good girl.." Bangchan keep praising you as he finishes in your mouth and slowly steps back, pulling his pants up. His eyes find yours, a slight smirk on his face “you know how it works princess, swallow it” he commands.

You swallow his seed, and stand up looking for a few minutes at Hyunjin soft expression before he comes undone on his shirt.

He open his eyes and stares at you with a smirk.

Bangchan interrupts the moment “you know…maybe we’ve been to hard on you, what about a reward for our princess, Hyunjin?” He asks with a soft voice, the two men exchange a quickly glance.

Hyunjin approaches you and lowers your panties, before finally making you straddle on his lap “we will take good care of you princess, I promise”.

You feel the thick tip of his cock sliding into you slowly making you squirm.

Bangchan smiles before caressing your ass, and moves his middle finger in your ass gently, starting to prepare you for his dick “I know you can take it, mh? Just relax and let me stretch you a little”.

After a few long minutes he pushes his dick in your ass, fitting perfectly into you.

You are already a whiny mess, and when they both start to move in sync deep into you, your eyes shuts and you feel like crying from the pleasure.

Your hands instinctively grab hyunjin’s hair.

The air fills with the distinct sounds of wet skin on skin, panting breaths, and purring moans.

Hyunjin groans loudly, increasing his pace "God, you're so fucking tight. So warm, I don't wanna pull out of you-“ he praise you looking at your expression of ectasty.

You are so overwhelmed that you don’t even hear him. It’s chan the ones who brings you back to reality, with a slap on your ass that follow a rough squeeze of your tender flesh.

“ you are doing so good princess, tell us how much you want to be filled up… say you want it”.

You whimper a quick “please- I want it- please”.

You three are enjoying this intimate moment together so much.

You are the first to fall, your walls tighten around hyunjin’s cock, making a mess.

Hyunjin’s cums right after you, with a few deep thrust, his breath unsteady and the grip on you hips still firm.

Bangchan continues pushing in your ass for a few moments before releasing into you all his seed.

You are a mess, a complete mess but you smile after hearing Hyunjin says “you just did so good princess, now lay down on the couch and let us take care of you”.

Taglist: @felixleftchickennugget @kiwininja35 @sweetpickledjins @slmnheart @elqivxstxr @catffeinexo-xx @multistancheck @justwonder113 @mylittleponeypinkrosieposie @hello-stranger24 @raptorbait529 @cocofia143 @minniesverse

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[neonhyunjin]

i have a hyunchan fic in the works that i made a little mood board for!!

rich producer!chan and gallery artist!hyunjin, very excited for this one!!!

[daisyaiha]

Cosmos | Chapter 2

Pairing: Felix x Bang Chan x Hyunjin x Seungmin, Lee know x Han, Changbin x I.N

Genre: Sci-fi, historical, boys love, fantasy, action, mystery

Content warning: angst, fluff, oral violence, neglecting, trauma, hyunchan moment, Seungmin is a trigger

w'c: 2.3k

~ In a universe that encompasses everything that exists, Yongbok stands in between the space and the being that controls the reality of living.

The ample act of breathing had become hard, as every breath he took hurt. The freezing atmosphere had seemed to petrify his whole body, like he had gone to space without proper clothing, and his eyes, though open, could not discern anything in the pitch-black darkness that enveloped him.

Parting his trembling lips, he tried to speak, but his voice wouldn’t come out, an echo of desperation trapped within him. Each syllable he desperately attempted to form only ignited the silence around him, a soundless universe that felt both vast and suffocating. He called out to no one, to somebody, to anybody—hoping that his unvoiced cries would somehow break through the invisible barrier surrounding him. His mind conjured vague shapes, familiar yet distant, faces that seemed to blur at the edges, flickering like a forgotten film reel.

Suddenly, an overwhelming sensation washed over him, and the floor beneath him vanished. He felt himself falling, an uncontrolled descent into an abyss that threatened to swallow him whole. Desperation clawed at his stomach as he threw his hands against his chest, hoping to relieve the increasing pain there—a gnawing pressure that felt like a thousand tiny knives embedding themselves deeper with each heartbeat. He was drowning, suffocating in invisible water, the weight of it all pulling him deeper into darkness. Patches of blurry images flashes across his eyes. The vision of his encounter from the early mornings of today being played like a tape record.

Yongbok woke up at a time different than he was used to as he fell asleep too early from reading a book that had strongly caught his interest. For the first time in a quite a long time, he decided to step outside his bed chambers, finding himself agreeing to the thought of gracing the halls another glance. Voices from afar could be heard which was such a curious thing for an ungodly hour like this. People are not to be awake at such time, do they? Or is Yongbok far too copped up into his own that he has failed to notice such changes in his people's behaviors?

"Do not utter such words!" He heard a familiar voice slip out of one of the doors, one which was slightly ajar. "He must be removed from this manor, your grace!" A very daring man raised his voice in front of his father. "He is my son, you do not make decisions for him. I do!" His father's voice starts to sound more like the noises Yongbok heared just before his mother had died. "The emperor has demanded, your grace! We cannot afford to displease him! We must take this opportunity to better our reputation and send that thing to Levantyr!" A lot more voices started to deepen the sword being stabbed at his father. He cannot please himself and everyone in this circumstance. He must choose. And Yongbok just knew too well what he would do.

"Isn't that the emperor has already crowned a star to be queen?" Curious tones volumed out. "That is a fact. But I believe that the person in position does not have the ability to bare a heir, the concubine is of similar condition too. Therefore, our young master would be the perfect choice for his majesty." The nameless advisor explained, it is very much obvious that he wanted Yongbok out of this family immediately. "But he is far too young, your grace." He heard Minho's voice. Why was she there? She cannot argue with these unreasonable men. "It does not matter. The emperor fancies pretty faces, I believe that is enough." The advisor replied instead, he really was hell bent in kicking Yongbok out. "Such lowly servant dare speak?" Some other men began to whisper among themselves.

Having too heard too much already, Yongbok runs back to his room. Failing to notice how he had made such a huge sound that gathered the attention of everyone inside the meeting room. Taking another step he heard Minho’s voice, but the floor below him started to crumble. As he plummeted, panic gave way to clarity. The walls of his mind began to peel away, revealing the raw, jagged edges of his fears and hopes. He found himself surrounded by shadows, figures shrouded in uncertainty, each one a manifestation of his regrets and desires, their faces obscured yet hauntingly familiar. They beckoned to him, urging him to let go of the burdens he had carried for too long.

“Can you hear me?” he mentally shouted, his frantic thoughts cascading into the darkness around him. “I'm begging you, please. Somebody, help me.” But the void remained indifferent, each cry swallowed by the chasms that rippled through the expansive emptiness.

Just as despair began to overwhelm him, he felt a shift—a gentle push from behind. An impulse, a glimmer of hope rippled through his chest, as though something deep inside him stirred awake. Gasp. He opened his eyes, though he hadn’t realized they had been closed, and wondered if perhaps he could reshape this silence.

"My dear, you're awake."

The voice was soothing. Like a river's water gently following down the path created. Yongbok dragged his eyes open, a haze lifting from his mind as he took in the space around him. The room was dimly lit, with soft shadows dancing along the walls, the scent of blooming jasmine wafting through the open window. A slender hand came to his face, its touch gentle and tender, brushing a wayward strand of hair away from his forehead and tucking it behind his ear.

Yongbok's heart fluttered at this unexpected intimacy. He shifted slightly, trying to gather his thoughts as he focused on the figure beside him. The man was beautiful—his features sharp yet elegant, with curly dark hair framing his face, reminiscent of the way his mother used to describe the stars. She would say they glimmered like countless little jewels against the deep backdrop of the night sky, and now he understood her words in a way he had never appreciated before.

"Who are you?" Yongbok managed to croak, his voice hoarse.

The man smiled softly, revealing a row of perfect teeth that seemed to shine even in the dim light. "My name is Hyunjin." He paused, smiling at Yongbok with his gaze piercing yet warm before looking back towards someone at the door. "You there, get him some water."

Yongbok's pulse quickened as he pushed himself up on one elbow, the memories flooding back like a storm. The argument with his father, the desperate need for escape, and the moment he’d stumbled harmlessly into the river, which had swiftly turned violent. Fear washed over him again, but Hyunjin's calming presence steadied his racing heart.

“What happened?” Yongbok asked, anxiety creeping into his voice. “I thought I was… I thought I was drowning.”

Hyunjin’s expression shifted slightly, the gentleness remaining but tinted with a hint of sadness. “You were dreaming, dear. But you're awake now. Here, drink some water.”

Yongbok blinked, still processing Hyunjin’s words. There was something ethereal about him, like he existed between realities, part of both dreams and memories. “Where...where am I now?” he asked before drinking the water, not only seeking the answer about his whereabouts but about the turmoil that lay deeper in his soul.

Hyunjin looked down for a moment, gathering his thoughts. However, before he could say something, someone knocked at the door. "You're highness? His majesty has asked for your presence." Hyunjin dragged his eyes up to meet Yongbok's ocean ones.

Yongbok felt exposed, as if Hyunjin could glimpse into the very core of his being. “I’m just… lost,” Yongbok admitted, his vulnerability slipping through his defenses. “Tell his majesty that I am on my way.” He stroked Yongbok's cheek before standing up. "That is fine my dear. I had hoped that our time together be much longer, but I'm afraid I would have to leave you with your thoughts for a while. I promise to make it back as soon as his majesty lets me." His voice a soothing balm.

Yongbok could feel the weight of every word settling into the depths of his heart. He looked out the window, taking in the sprawling landscape that surrounded them—a tapestry of lush greens and colors, vibrant and alive. A new world began to blossom in his heart.

“Is this Levantyr?” he questioned as he took in the beautiful scenery.

Hyunjin nodded, his smile returning. “It is. If you need anything, you can just tell the maids outside.” Yongbok considered the offer.

In the heart of the grand castle, where the air was thick with the scent of burning incense and the distant sound of laughter, a tension lingered just beneath the surface. The lavish tapestries that adorned the walls, rich with stories of battles won and feasts celebrated, seemed almost inconsequential in the dimly lit chamber where Hyunjin stood. Every step of his reverberated with a sense of foreboding; the Emperor's aura was palpable even before he entered.

“Your majesty, you called for me?” Hyunjin bowed deeply, the ornate floor cool under his fingertips. Across the massive mahogany table, the figure of the Emperor loomed, a powerful silhouette carved from the finest stone. His broad shoulders cast a shadow like a protective canopy, masking the vulnerability beneath.

He set down the ink-stained quill, the parchment filled with proclamations and orders. He folded his arms, muscles rippling beneath his finely woven tunic, each movement deliberate. “How was he?” His voice rumbled through the chamber, a thunderous echo that sent shivers down Hyunjin’s spine.

“He has woken up, Your majesty,” Hyunjin replied, voice steady yet strained. He kept his gaze downcast, unwilling to meet the intense stare of the Emperor who had captured his heart yet broken it ever so slightly.

With a heavy sigh, the man rose from his seat. His towering form moved effortlessly toward Hyunjin, the heat of his presence seeping into the space between them. Hyunjin’s heart raced; this man was both his greatest love and his deepest wound. For a fleeting moment, he wished to melt into the very stones of the castle, to avoid the inevitable collision of emotions.

“Are you still angry at me, princess?” his voice softened, almost a purr as he hooked his finger under Hyunjin's chin, lifting it gently. Their eyes locked, and for a heartbeat, everything else faded.

“I do not dare feel such things towards your majesty,” Hyunjin asserted, though his tone lacked conviction. He felt the truth behind his words crumble.

A smirk curled on the man’s lips, a bold challenge dancing in his dark eyes. “Why the ‘your majesty’ then? Am I not your husband?”

With a tenderness that ignited memories of their sun-drenched mornings and whispered dreams, he cupped Hyunjin's face, drawing them closer. The kiss that followed was feather-light yet electrifying, a balm for the wounds wrought by royal duties and unspoken expectations. Hyunjin’s resolve shattered, and he fell into the embrace, gripping the Emperor’s arm as tears betrayed his stoic facade.

As they broke apart, the man wiped at his eyes, trying to reclaim the semblance of composure. "I hate you, Christopher," Hyunjin whispered, each word laced with the weight of their shared history—of secrets kept, promises broken, and the harrowing battles fought in silence.

Christopher's expression softened, his gaze filled with a tenderness that made Hyunjin feel cherished despite the rift between them. “I love you too, princess,” he murmured, wrapping Hyunjin in a tight embrace that felt like home.

Time seemed to stand still as Hyunjin melted into him, surrendering to the warmth, the rhythm of their hearts in sync once again. The moonlight spilled through the tall windows, casting a silver glow across the chamber, illuminating the troubled expressions etched on Hyunjin's face. He had hoped their stolen moments could shield them from the chaos of the world outside, but reality clung to them like a heavy fog.

"The child seemed scared. I do not know what I should tell him. He has many questions, Christopher." Hyunjin's voice quavered, and he looked up at the Emperor, desperation mirroring in his eyes. He could envision the innocent gaze of the child they had brought into their lives, a fragile soul lost in confusion and fear.

Christopher, regal and steadfast, traced a gentle finger along the curve of Hyunjin's jaw. "Then, we must tell him the truth."

Hyunjin's breath hitched, and panic flashed across his features. "That we had taken him away from his family? I cannot tell him that!" The thought of breaking that child's heart felt unbearable. "You do not need to, if you do not want to." Christopher murmured, his voice steady and calming, as he tucked a few strands of Hyunjin's hair behind his ear.

In a moment that felt like a fragile promise, Christopher pressed his lips against Hyunjin's once more, seeking to soothe the storm brewing in his lover's heart. But the moment was cut short as the sound of loud footsteps echoed outside their sanctuary.

The door swung open with a crash, revealing a flustered guard. "Your majesty, your highness. His highness Seungmin had forcefully entered the young master’s room. He would not allow us entry."

Hyunjin's heart dropped. His worst fear had come. Seungmin, with his mischievous grin and chaotic energy, was unpredictable at the best of times, but now, with Yongbok in question, Hyunjin felt a chill of dread wash over him.

"I have to go," Hyunjin said, a sense of urgency propelling him forward, brushing past the startled guards as he made his way down the hallway.

"Hyunjin, wait–!" Christopher called after him, but he was already barreling through the opulent corridors, heart racing. Each step echoed in his mind: the child’s frightened face, the countless unanswered questions swirling like a tempest inside him.

[goldcypher]

Todas as cartas são para você!; skz, bang chan + hyunjin. pedido pessoal.

[loveisonlyforthebrave8]

why is it that inspiration and motivation always seems to strike in the wee hours of the morning? here i am bashing out a fic at 2:30am when i should be in fucking bed catching zzz's.

[astrosfaerydae]

Masterlist

Welcome! Here are all 15 of my skz fanfics! I will update this list as I upload fics. <3

Completed fics:

☁️ When the Storm Subsides

Summary:

Word Count: 9.1k

Felix is struggling with himself and having nightmares. Chan and Minho are there to help. (Hurt/comfort can be read platonic it doesn't matter either way)

☁️Groovy Gaytime Princess

Summary:

Word Count: 3k

Chat fic. Felix posts that TikTok and sends the chat into chaos. First one that gets home gets Felix! (MinLix, mild smut)🔞

☁️Your Favorite Necklace is my Right Hand

Summary:

Word Count: 9.1k

Red lights MV inspired behind the scenes smut. (Hyunchan explicit smut)🔞

☁️Die From a Broken Heart

Summary:

Word Count: 3.1k

Jeongin gets his heart broken, Chan is there to help (hurt/comfort platonic jeongchan)

☁️It (Was) Getting Hot in Here

Summary:

Word Count: 1k

That one time where Minlix was in the hot tub together. Yea that's it. (Almost explicit but not)

☁️It All Started With a Curse

Summary:

Word Count: 35.5k

Chanlix high school au. Chan meets Felix in history club and well the rest is well history (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

Warning read all the tags and notes for reasons thank you (slice of life high school au rated mature for some jokes)

☁️The Universe in Your Eyes

Summary:

Word Count: 4.1k

Chan was trying to do an episode of chan's room but Felix is a brat and gets what he wants. Chan... Well he tried to tell him no.

(Explicit pwp)🔞

☁️ Just Another Day in Paradise

Summary:

Word Count: 325

Chan and Felix didn't like anniversaries but still celebrated in their own special way. Just some silly little domestic fluff scene that's so cute it will make your teeth rot out of your head. (3 word prompt challenge, domestic fluff, lots of love)

☁️If You Get There Before I Do

Summary:

Word Count: 7.1k

1920s farm life au, Chan and Felix plan to run away together but things take time and communication is hard, but they make it work. (Established relationship, fluff so much fluff, happy ending, marriage) Rated G

Deleted Scene:

In His Eyes My World So Came Alive

Word Count: 348

A cute little snowball fight in the past before their plans to run away. It was so sweet I couldn't just let it go.

☁️ Silence is One Thing That I'll Remeber

Summary:

Word Count: 11.1k

TW// Dead Dove: Do Not Eat!!! Major character death, death, gore, weapons, graphic violence, blood, dismemberment, hospitals, sedation against will, bullying

Chansung, Love is the Death of Peace of Mind supernatural/skz crossover AU prequel detailing the events between Chan and Jisung. Can be read as a standalone.

☁️ You Had Me From Hello

Summary:

Word count: 3.7k

Prompt for Chanlix fest on Twitter

Prompt: Felix/Chan is an avid reader and often uses the the «Little Free Library» in his neighborhood. Someone else also seem to use it, and the two start leaving small notes imbedded in the books to each other.

☁️ I Love The Look On You Face When I'm Tempting You

Summary:

Word count: 2.7k

Fluffy smuty one shot based on Minsungs ASEA Awards shenanigans. Minho is a little shit and Jisung hates loves it.

NSFW 🔞

☁️ Try my Best to Just Pretend

Summary:

Word count: 6.1k

Rated: Teen (for language)

Chanlix fake dating but they aren't the ones dating. But omg Felix wishes they were... But he can't ruin his friends relationship, that doesn't mean he doesn't get jealous though.

Hurt/comfort and fluff, fake dating, ft. All of the gym bros dorm, Canon, happy ending

☁️ I Miss The Way You Say My Name

Summary:

Word count: 2.7k

Rated: Explicit

Felix was just an absolute social butterfly at the ASEA Awards. Chan loves that about him except for when that means he is put on the back burner. Or at least he sees it that way. Jealous is a nasty little monster but the entire hotel is about to hear just who Felix belongs to.

NSFW 🔞

Pwp, possessive behavior, jealousy, orgasm denial/edging, screaming, crying

☁️ Gonna Drop Dead at This Rate

Summary:

Rated: T

Word count: 4k

Raffle fic won by Lixieloveangie from the Stay with Palestine fundraiser ran by St4y Community Events on twitter! Thank you for donating to a good cause, hope you all enjoy! Prompt: chanlix are in an established relationship, Felix does/says something in frustration that he doesn’t mean to upset Chan. Chan feeling hurt starts to avoid Felix and it gets so bad that the guys step in and are like look Felix you need to fix this

Bad at communication, canon comp, angst, angst with a happy ending

☁️ Aqua Regia

Summary:

Rated: E

Word count: 2.2k

CW// non con elements from clientele

Security Gaurd Chan can't stand it when patrons get too handsy with his stripper boyfriend Felix and finally does something about it

🔞 NSFW

PWP, strip club au, quickie, jealousy, possessive and obsessive behavior

☁️Touch Me Again

Summary:

E🔞

Word count: 2.3k

CW// blood mentioned no actual blood

Felix is not used to Chan being so damn touch now that he's allowed to be on camera. He doesn't hate it though he just hates that it's so addictive and all he wants is more. Chan makes sure he's taken care of even if they are at a photoshoot.

Pwp, blowjobs, canon compliant

☁️ Can I Call You Baby?

Summary:

Rated T

4K

Jeongin loves all his boyfriends but has never had a real first kiss. He's taken things so slow and everyone's been so patient but the pressure is mounting he wants to do it but he's scared they are going to treat him like a baby and make a big deal out it.

Canon compliant, First kiss, poly skz, jeonglix

☁️ Coffee and Cream(pie)

Summary: Rated E 🔞 3.3k Prompt: Minho wakes Jisung up with coffee and a creampie and anything but lube Canon compliant, minsung, smut, domestic fluff and smut

☁️ Even if it Hurts me, Even if I Can't Sleep, Show me the way

Summary: Rated: T 7k Chanlix- Once again Felix fails to confess to Chan. He's feeling the pressure of time, contract renewals and dorm switches it is a lot at once. He can't go into this new era of Skz with this hanging over him. Canon comp, chanlix, getting together, idiots in love, angst. hurt comfort

☁️ Turn Me Into Your Mannequin

Summary: Rated: E 🔞 5.5k Changjin- Photographer Changbin and Model Hyunjin AU. Changbin is a professional and refuses to cross that line. Hyunjin trips right over it! CW// Blood and mild injury (Hyunjin is fine just clumsy) AU, Changjin, getting together, fluff, humor, stupid in love, vanilla, smut

☁️ Connected

Summary: Rated: T 2.4k Chanlix- “How did it even start? It's been so long the memories are a little fuzzy,” Chan scrunched his face up as his eyes wandered around the room trying to recall the memories from his brain, “When did you fall for me?” canon comp, Furture canon, story told in flashbacks, anniversaries, fluff, domestic fluff, pov alternating Podfic Available

☁️ Scared to Try Again

Summary: Rated: T 7.9k Chanlix- Everyone was happy about the change now. Even Felix was. For a moment it brought up some more than uncomfortable feelings but he’d get over it. He always has… he had to. He had no other option. canon comp, another this is how contract renewal fic, post break up, possibly getting back together, angst, angst with a happy ending

Ongoing fics:

Kinktober 2024

Sugar, I've Developed a Taste For You

Summary:

Rated: E🔞

Wc: 2.8k

Minsung- Jisung returns home later but still earlier than Minho expected. Minho gets caught in the middle of some personal fun times. Jisung takes care of him the way he deserves

Canon comp, pwp but with a little bit of plot, rimming, anal sex

☁️Love is The Death of Peace of Mind

Summary:

Chanlix supernatural crossover AU. Felix gets attacked by a demon and hunter Chan saves him. The demons are after Felix's necklace, Chan has to find out why. (That's the best summary I can give without spoilers!) Read all notes and warnings this fic tackles a lot of dark topics also Eventual smut 🔞 dead dove do not eat ⚠️

Prologue:

Silence is the One Thing I'll Remember

[straykidsdream]

Cover Me (hyunchan)

Summary:

Hwang Hyunjin has a dark past and thought it was over after meeting Chan at his new college but sadly, it all comes back to haunt him and the others too.

Cover Me (HyunChan) on AO3

[chrisbangsbf]

you look good enough to eat

Chan/Hyunjin

Explicit | 1,666 words

Tags and Warnings: vampire chan x gore whore hyunjin, blood and gore, blood drinking, biting, cock biting, painplay, referenced knifeplay, wounds and injury, consensual kink, established relationship, Dom/sub undertones, switches hyunchan

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"You look good enough to eat." Hyunjin snarls, lips in an evil smirk as he eyes the masterpiece he's created in front of him. 

Chan is kneeling, hunched over in front of Hyunjin's feet, gashes creating beautiful crimson art across his back and shoulders, all the way down to the swell of his ass. There's a stark pool of blood under his pale naked body as well, and the artist in Hyunjin is so very pleased. Proud of his knife work. Ogling the split open flesh like it's a dessert he wants to dig his tongue into.  

"So, so beautiful," Hyunjin whispers, digging his fingers into one particularly harsh wound on Chan's spine. His fingers get covered in blood and he grins wider, watching closely as Chan writhes in pain yet he doesn't make a single sound. "My beautiful, sweet, delicious Channie." 

Chan must be in excruciating pain, Hyunjin knows. But that's what makes it so exhilarating to toy with him. Being able to do as he pleases, even amongst a creature that could kill him in an instant... one that can never die… The power makes every nerve in Hyunjin's body feel like a live wire, sparking with a dangerous amount of electricity. 

Unlike Hyunjin, whose body is covered in scars of all shapes and sizes, from not only his own doing but Chan's as well, Chan's body will go completely back to normal eventually. The wounds will heal within days, and the scars will become nearly invisible after a few weeks. He loves this kind of treatment anyway, downright begs for it sometimes, even. To have Hyunjin cut him up and whip him until his body is covered in deep purple bruises and tender welts. 

It's all part of their exchange; Chan likes the taste of Hyunjin's blood, and Hyunjin likes to beat the shit out of Chan. Chan likes being beat the shit out of, and Hyunjin likes being sucked dry (in more ways than one). It works for them. 

And not to mention, they're also just totally, utterly in love. A gore whore and a vampire. The perfect match.

Hyunjin hums and smears the trickling blood across Chan's ass, soothes the raw skin for a moment before landing a solid smack against it. Chan's whole body jerks forward from the weight of it and Hyunjin sees the way his face twists from the nearly unbearable pain. And if he's not mistaken, he also finally hears a small whimper from below. 

"Did I hear something?" Hyunjin quickly grabs a thick chunk of Chan's hair and yanks his head back harshly. He watches his eyebrows scrunch, brilliant red eyes looking up at him, brimming with unshed tears.

Chan doesn't speak for a moment, undoubtedly too distracted by the stinging in his scalp and also the flood of embarrassment rocking through him. 

"Answer me," Hyunjin hisses, voice stern. Chan whines, and he sounds positively pathetic. It makes Hyunjin's cock twitch. 

"I'm sorry, I–" Chan begins, but the grip on his hair tightens and he falters for a moment. "–I didn't mean to," he swears, voice wet and desperate. His arms tremble where he's holding himself up, and suddenly Hyunjin's hand is releasing his hair and cupping his cheek instead, shushing him gently. It's like experiencing whiplash. 

Chan can't help but to lean into the touch, even after everything. Hyunjin laughs, cold. 

"I should punish my plaything for disobeying." Hyunjin smears the blood below Chan's nose with his thumb and dips it between his equally bloody lips. Chan shakes, eyes pleading as he sucks around it. "But I won't, since you owned up to it like such a good boy," Hyunjin adds before moving away completely, leaving Chan there on his hands and knees as a sob escapes his throat. 

Tears drip down Chan's face at the loss. He feels extra sensitive, extra hungry, and he knows Hyunjin must feel a little bad for him because he's soon sitting on the floor next to him and pulling Chan into his lap. He's given a slow kiss, lazy like Chan isn't still actively gushing blood from several wounds across his body. There's no urgency behind Hyunjin's movements, and Chan can feel the lust swirling hot and heavy in his gut. 

Fingers are pushed back into his mouth when sits back, blood slick and gritty from where Hyunjin must have wiped some up off the grimy floor, and Chan moans out loud at the taste. He must admit, his own blood doesn't taste that great, being dead and all that, but the fact that Hyunjin gets off on this as much as he does makes everything worth it. 

Chan laps the digits clean and melts under Hyunjin's praise and the headiness of pain, gladly spits into the other's palm when he offers it and lets him wrap his soiled hand around both of them to jerk them off. Chan's eyes fall to his long, slender, beautifully ruined fingers as he works them until Chan's squirming in his lap.

When they'd first gotten together, before they'd created the beautiful mess they have now, Chan had offered to file his teeth so that he wouldn't hurt Hyunjin. He’d even promised that they’d come back and sharpen over time. Horrified, Hyunjin had told him absolutely not, that his fangs were a beautiful part of him. Chan had felt fond then, growing even more so when he'd discovered just how much Hyunjin got off on his gentle nips and bites. That he got off even harder to the harsher ones, and harder still when he'd get to watch Chan rip some poor bastard's throat out. 

Now, with his teeth sunk into the squishy flesh of Hyunjin's neck, he feels overwhelmed with gratitude. He tastes so sweet, so sultry, so smooth and energizing. His own personal energy drink. 

"You're so pretty, Jinnie," Chan says as he leans back, blood trickling down his chin as he runs a fingertip up the center of Hyunjin's bruised sternum. "Always so pretty for me. You're my pretty little gore whore, aren't you?" 

Hyunjin makes a strangled noise as Chan dips forward to lick a flat stripe over a pair of puncture wounds right above his collarbone. “Yeah," he moans. The sting feels so good he's surprised his achingly hard dick hasn't betrayed him and came yet. Especially after getting to spend so much time carving Chan's beautiful body to his heart's content.  "All yours." 

Chan chuckles darkly, sucking up a little mouthful of his lover's blood, reveling in the sweet metallic taste against his tongue as he swishes it around in his mouth for a moment before leaning forward to grab Hyunjin's chin. He squeezes his mouth open and Hyunjin immediately sticks his tongue out for Chan to spit it all into his mouth. 

Chan almost hates to let the sweet flavor go, but thinks it's worth it to see the other's teeth stained red and still have the pleasantly bitter aftertaste on his tongue. 

Hyunjin swallows and lets out a groan that nearly makes Chan snap. He glances down to where he's still working his hand up and down their lengths and finds himself salivating. Wanting more. Needing more. 

"Can I suck you off?" Chan begs, voice hoarse from abuse. Hyunjin's cock is beautiful, he thinks, even covered in a sticky layer of blood like this. Especially then, to be honest. 

"Fuck– yeah, baby, go ahead," Hyunjin curses, nodding as Chan groans and slips himself back onto the floor to take Hyunjin into his sore mouth.

The inside of Hyunjin's thighs are still painted red from Chan fucking into him earlier, and Chan's fingers equally as messy as he grips onto his hips and wraps his lips around his cock. He absolutely doesn't mind the teeth, either. He scrapes the tips of his fangs against the other's shaft and revels in how Hyunjin hisses and bucks deeper into his throat.

Hyunjin leans back, naked back meeting the cold puddle of blood below them, crusting into the tips of his hair as Chan pulls him apart. 

The smell is intoxicating – Hyunjin's arousal and sweat smells heavenly, enough on its own to make Chan leak desperately despite the fire dancing across his skin, but the blood only enhances that. Makes Chan feel feral with desire.

When Chan bites down just enough at the base of his cock for it to bleed, Hyunjin comes suddenly with a shout, burying himself deep in Chan's throat as his body pulls tight and shudders.

Blood and cum fill Chan's mouth and he chokes on it, making him splutter grossly until Hyunjin's yanking him off and digging his nails into his scalp with a hiss of overstimulation. He swallows hard, sniffling the snot away and instead running a finger through the gathered blood between the base of Hyunjin's cock and balls before sucking into his mouth to fill the void. 

Hyunjin smirks and drags his nails down to dig into Chan's shoulder blade, which only adds to the pleasure building in Chan's abdomen. 

The sweet taste of Hyunjin's blood on his tongue in combination with the sting from his nails and how furiously he pumps his cock over Hyunjin's limp body is all it takes for Chan to come too. He shoots out over Hyunjin's balls, cursing as finally gets to milk himself dry after being riled up for so long. His brain blanks for a moment as he comes back to his body – then he proceeds to collapse on top of Hyunjin with a defeated huff.

Hyunjin laughs, almost hysterically, as he reaches up to run his fingers through Chan's blood-stained hair. He smiles, teeth showing and eyes crinkling as Chan leans down to kiss him. Slow and deep. 

Chan ends up laughing too, between kisses, and as they lay there covered in spit and blood and cum, he whispers right up against Hyunjin's pulse point, teeth scraping the delicate skin, "See, now you're the one that looks good enough to eat."

[bugmummy]

"The Curious Case of Chan and Hyunjin"

Jisung (and Seungmin, but mostly Jisung) investigate Chan's suspicious preferential treatment toward Hyunjin. In Jisung's words: If Chan is the boss of their friend group, Hyunjin is like his favorite employee.

Rated E / 7.8k words / Hyunchan

[thethievingmagpiee]

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[left-here-in-the-reeds]

r e d l i n e

Pairing: Chan/Hyunjin

Word Count: 8,993+

Rating: Explicit

Tags and Warnings: mutual pining, slow burn, canon compliant, sharing a bed, hurt/comfort, duet, dancing, found family, eventual smut, light angst, everyone is gay, red lights inspired, dom/sub, praise kink, bdsm

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“I have an idea,” interrupts Yongbok. “Weren’t we thinking about doing songs in like, little units?”

“We could do three groups,” Changbin nods. “One duet, two trios, and every group has a producer.”

“I want Chan.”

Seven pairs of eyes shift to Hyunjin, where he’s still tucked small into the couch beside Jeongin. It occurs to him, suddenly, that this is the first thing he’s said throughout the whole meeting.

“Um,” he continues, scrambling. “If we do decide to work in groups, and everyone else is okay with it…” He looks across the room, unsure exactly why he wants this, but sure, definite, that he does. 

He watches for one reaction in particular. 

“I want to do a duet with Chan-hyung.”

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Inspired by Red Lights

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Author: lefthereinthereeds

[daisyaiha]

Cosmos | Chapter 1

content warning: fluff, angst, mistreatment, fem!leeknow, fem!I.N

genre: Sci-fi, historical, boys love, fantasy, action, mystery

pairings: Felix x Bang Chan x Hyunjin x Seungmin, Jeongin x Changbin, Lee Know x Han

~ In a universe that encompasses everything that exists, Yongbok stands in between the space and the being that controls the reality of living.

w'c: 1.6k

a'n: This is the first part of my series Cosmos. It is my way of venturing my love for science fiction as well as writing historical monologues. It is my first time posting my work on this platform, I hope you will enjoy it.

“Jeongin! Wake up already!”

With a groan, Jeongin buried her head deeper into the softness of her pillow.

“A few minutes more…”

“What do you mean? The young master needs attending! He had even woken up before you!” Minho's voice sliced through her comfortable cocoon as the older woman briskly pulled the blanket off her, revealing her brown, colorful hair tousled from sleep.

“The young master has woken up… what!? Unnie, why didn’t you inform me sooner!?” Panic surged through Jeongin as she shot out of bed, rushing to a cabinet to find something presentable to wear.

“Get dressed quickly,” Minho replied, her eyes rolling as she turned to leave. “The young master is in his room. He hasn’t eaten yet, by the way. You must do your job properly, lazy fox. Today is not to be pleasant.”

With that, she disappeared into the hallway, leaving Jeongin scrambling to dress.

Thudding upstairs, Jeongin ascended the majestic stairway of the manor, its gilded bannisters gleaming under the morning light. The entrance to Yongbok’s chambers loomed before her—a grand set of intricately carved doors that exhaled the power of ancient magic. She tapped twice. “Young master, it is I, Jeongin. I apologize for my tardiness but I have come to bring you your breakfast.”

The door flung open as if nudged by a gust of wind, pulling her into the youthful master’s realm. Jeongin remained calm, accustomed to the hallways that twisted and turned, a maze like the capricious nature of her master’s mind.

The room was an enchanting chaos—bookshelves towered like ancient trees, some laden with tomes, and others alive with fluttering pages that danced mid-air. It is easy to lose your way in this labyrinth like room, for only Minho could confidently walk in and out of here. Jeongin took a deep breath as she navigated through the swirling vortex of paper.

Lost in thought, she barely registered the sudden silence before she found herself standing directly in front of Yongbok. The boy, with hair as shiny as the golden sky and eyes shimmering with galaxies, was perched delicately upon the window ledge, a look of grave contemplation gracing his features.

“They will send me to Levantyr,” Yongbok declared, his voice commanding and yet tender, each word a weighty pebble in a still pond.

“What? No, that is not right,” Jeongin sputtered, her thoughts churning. In all the tales she had heard of Levantyr, it was a place of madness—a battlefield wrapped in frozen ambition.

“Do not fret.” Yongbok turned to him, his gaze unwavering, “I have long known I would need to leave this place soon, but it is far sooner than I thought it would be.”

Jeongin hesitated, joining Yongbok on the ledge. “You need to leave? Whatever is the reason?”

“I shall be the Empress. Or so they have said,” Yongbok murmured, his eyes distant as if gazing through layers of time and space. “But Levantyr treasures its queen in blood and strife. I do not wish to enter such a battle.”

Jeongin’s heart sank at the sight of tears pooling in Yongbok’s exquisite eyes. “Do you have a choice?”

“I do not. I have had no choice since the day I was created, Jeongin.” The admission hit Jeongin like a cold wave, the reality settling in that beneath her master’s brilliance lay an abyss of despair.

“Your health matters! You cannot leave the planet, young master,” she urged, stepping forward as the air around them seemed to thicken with urgency.

“I would make do with it,” Yongbok replied, an edge of defiance marking his voice. “Our worst-case scenario is I die.”

“Please, do not speak like that!” Jeongin exclaimed.

The young master sighed, his elegant shoulders slumping slightly. “I apologize.”

“Young master… you have not touched your food yet.” Jeongin gestured to the untouched breakfast spread, the scent wafting through the air—a bright tableau of fruits, warm bread, and honey.

“I do not have an appetite,” Yongbok replied, an air of finality cloaking him.

“Yet you must eat! With the energy you consume every single sun break, you will need to.”

A flicker of frustration crossed Yongbok’s face, and then he relented, his shoulders relaxing. “Fine.”

As Jeongin served the breakfast, the tension between them began to dissipate, the weight of impending fate replaced by the warmth of shared moments. The sun streamed through the window, illuminating the room, painting it in hues of gold.

“I fear for you, young master,” Jeongin finally said, breaking the silence, her voice lowering. “Levantyr is treacherous.”

The arched corridors echoed with whispers of dark clouds looming overhead, and all Minho could feel was the chill that seeped into her very bones—the icy grip of the maids' ignorance and the impending fate of the one she cherished most dearly.

“Fetch me a basin of water that is clean and warm!” Minho pushed her way through the throng of indifferent maids, her heart pounding, her cheeks flushed with anger. They had bathed her young master, her baby—a boy so small, so tender— with such frigid water that he had shuddered and wept, his golden hair sticking to his frozen skin. How could they have been so careless? Did they not know of the boy’s frailty, of every soft breath he took that resonated with the light of the stars?

As she entered the bathing chamber, Minho’s rage melted away the moment she laid eyes on her young master. He sat shivering in the water, his star-like eyes stained with tears that fell like glistening raindrops onto the tub’s surface. Panic clawed at her chest as she rushed to wrap him in a thick, warm fabric, removing as much of the cold as she could.

“Minho is here, young master,” she whispered as she held him close, rocking him gently like a cradle. She could feel his small body relax ever so slightly in her embrace and, soon, the soft rhythm of his breath fluctuated, leading him into a dreamless sleep.

The arrival of the basin barely registered in her mind. Her focus was solely on the boy whose life danced precariously between realms. She glared at the startled maids, their stunned faces reflecting the enormity of her ire, and ordered them to leave. “Get out!” The words were sharp, slicing through the silence, a warning drenched in authority, as she beckoned for Jeongin to help her.

Jeongin entered the room hesitantly, concern lining her features. She was as devoted to the young master as Minho was, though much softer, often carrying shades of anxiety that mirrored the clouds above them. “Unnie, have you heard?” she asked, settling beside her on the bed where their young master lay, his expression grave.

“I have, this morning.” Minho replied quietly, the weight of the world settling like lead on her shoulders. Her gaze remained steadfast on the sleeping boy. “He… can’t leave, Jeongin. He can’t.”

“But the order was from them… we cannot afford to disobey them.” Jeongin’s voice quivered, knowing well the implications of their refusal.

Minho’s voice sharpened, tears spilling down her cheeks as though the skies themselves had been torn open, reflecting the tempest inside her heart. “He’ll die. He—he’ll die far from here, away from us… I—Jeongin, I can’t let him go.” Her sobs broke free, raw and heart-wrenching, echoing against the marble walls—their sanctuary now turned cage.

With a deep breath, Jeongin wrapped her arms around Minho, desperate to offer her the warmth of solace. She knew the truth—they were but lowly servants, bound to obey the commands of their lords, and they lacked the power to protect the boy. Their hands were shackled not with chains but with the rules of the planetary.

As they sat there, the sound of rain began to trickle against the windows, the sky matching Minho's melancholic heart. She looked up, catching the fleeting promise of a world beyond the walls of their reality. "Jeongin… what if we could change things? What if we flee before they take him?"

Surprise flickered across Jeongin's features. "Run away—Heavens! You cannot be serious! What would happen to us? What would happen to him?" A knot twisted uncomfortably in her stomach at the conceptual cruelty of their world.

“What would happen is they turn him into a pawn!” Minho’s voice pierced through his hesitance. “They see him not as a boy, but as a means of gaining power, a bargaining chip in their cruel games. I can’t let them take that innocent light away from us!”

A silence enveloped them, thick with necessity. Jeongin glanced at the sleeping boy, his small face serene and untouched by the dark shadows surrounding them. “If we leave… there could be dangers,” she warned hesitantly, but the flicker of hope in Minho’s eyes ignited a new strength within her.

“Dangers we can face together,” she replied resolutely. “We can protect him. We’ve become known as mere shadows in this estate; we can fade into the night.”

And so, amidst the rain’s soft patter, they plotted their escape in the darkened corners of whispered dreams. Minho gathered the essentials as she resolved to wrap her beloved young master in a protective aura of warmth and security. Each item packed was a memory—a piece of their world she intended to take with them.

As night draped across the sky and cloaked the estate in secrecy, Minho and Jeongin ventured into the dark. They glided through the halls they had known so well, but that evening felt different—the air sang of possibility. Each step was fueled by a shared determination, the pulse of hope stronger than fear.

They descended to the gardens, past the iron gates that had kept them captive for so long, their hearts racing with newfound freedom. It was then that Minho heard it—the sound of footsteps echoing behind them, heralding the guardians of the old estate. A shudder ran through her.

“We can’t go back now!” Jeongin urged, her eyes wide and fearful.

“No,” Minho replied, clutching the young master close. “We won’t go back.”

Together, the trio forged ahead into the dense darkness beyond the estate, the rain washing away their tears, forging a path towards freedom. And as Minho glanced back one last time, she felt something shift within her— "Young master!" She heard Jeongin’s scream. He had been taken. As she saw a large man carry his beloved master away from them, she could only whisper a prayer to the stars, “May the stars protect you, and may we meet again.” as she too, has been taken away deep into the dark.

[goldcypher]

Moonlight; skz, bang chan + hyunjin. pedido pessoal.

[artsiwat]

THE SHARPEST LIVES

10.12.2023

[astrosfaerydae]

Your Favorite Necklace is My Right Hand

"Uhh, so question, what did that have to actually do with the song?" It was a legitimate question. The lyrics could be interpreted in many ways but they weren't meant to solely scream "THIS IS SEXY." The music maybe was supposed to give off that vibe but the song had many layers to it that were much deeper than the obvious horny thoughts that would be initially assumed. There were so many feelings and thoughts behind these lyrics but still for most the horny thoughts were a relatively huge focus for those that don't look deeper. 

     "Is the metaphor not obvious enough, should we redo it you think?" Chan answered seriously, still partially in work mode. 

     "See, all my brain could really process while filming was choked and chained up... hmmm happy Hyunjinnie. Not too many other thoughts on the filming concept wise. I mean you explained it earlier I think but I lost all my brain cells when you choked me." 

WARNINGS:

Mentions of blood (only once not graphic), spanking, use of the word slut

NOTES:

poly kids is mentioned but for this purpose, it wasn't necessary to elaborate do not under any circumstances take this as a means of proper bdsm etiquette you can get severely hurt if its not approached properly always practice safe sane consensual sex

Anyways, I've been working on this since the unveil track was released so please ignore any inconsistencies now that the full mv is out! Also really really check out the lyrics it's so deep and the artistry behind it is gorgeous. Using a sexual theme was the perfect metaphor as they intended I'm just so in Awe of them. aksjdflkjadlfjlkajsdf anyways please enjoy!

Title: Paralyzed by Sueco

(these are the original notes fic was originally posted Sep '21)

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