#minchan drabble

[writingforstraykids]

Can we have a Minchan drabble with Minho comforting Chan after a rough day (hate, stress etc)?💖

Pairing: Minchan

Word Count: 905

Warnings/Tags: insecure!chan, soft!min, angst, fluff, cuddles, mention of hate comments (no further details), emotional hurt!comfort

A/N: I hope you like it dear💕

Minho looks up from his phone as the door to his room opens without a warning. He frowns softly as Chan shuffles inside, and his heart drops, noticing he's crying. “Chan?” he asks carefully, and the older man bows his head defeatedly, a heavy sob shaking his body. Minho scrambles to his feet and rushes to him. He opens his arms for him, pulling him into a warm embrace and rocking him gently. “Channie, baby?”

Chan sobs in response, burying his face in his shoulder and holding onto him tightly. “M-Min,” he whimpers. “‘m sorry,” he hiccups through tears. 

“No, Channie, it's okay,” he promises, fondling his head and running his hand through his hair. “It's okay, I got you.” He takes a few steps back with him, carefully sitting at the edge of his bed, pulling Chan into his lap, who clings to him. Minho worriedly leans his head against Chan's and rubs his back soothingly. “Baby, what happened?”

Chan makes a pained noise before telling him, broken up between sobs and soft hiccups. He tells him how pissed he is at himself for not getting everything done today. He tells him about the nasty comments he received during his live and the way he grows smaller in Minho's arms at that breaks his heart. “I'm just stressed out a-and insecure. M-Min, I'm s-so tired o-of everything,” he rambles on, burying himself even deeper in his arms, curling up into himself a bit. “I can't sleep, and I’m so fucking tired.”

Minho gets up with a soft grunt, lifting him up and lowering him into his mattress. Chan turns his head so Minho can't take in the whole mess and presses his lips together tightly. Minho grabs his blanket and tucks him in comfortably, leaning down to brush back his hair. “I'll be back in two minutes, promise. You stay right there.”

Chan nods reluctantly and watches him leave. His stomach tightens painfully as he's suddenly alone again, and he turns onto his side, curling up with a sob. He misses him already, and he knows it's ridiculous how much he needs his boyfriend sometimes. 

Minho is back soon, as promised, carrying a cup of tea, a bowl with cut-up brownie bites, and Chan's sleeping pills. He puts everything down at his bedside table before grabbing his lighter and some of the lavender candles he keeps in his room. He ignites a few of them, placing them around the room and then turns off the lights. He knows how embarrassed Chan gets about breaking down like this, maybe that would help.

Chan shivers at the warm, soft light bathing the room. Minho sits down next to him and flashes him an encouraging smile as he hands him the cup of tea. “It's your favorite with two spoons of honey as you like it.”

Fresh tears shoot to his eyes, and he mumbles a soft ‘thank you’. Minho wraps his arm around him, and Chan shuffles closer, slowly sipping his tea. He takes the pill Minho hands him and takes a few deep breaths. “I'm sorry.”

“Don't be,” he shakes his head. “You've had a shit day, it's okay.”

“It's stupid,” he argues weakly. 

“Mhm, no,” Minho shakes his head, gently running his hand through Chan's hair. “If it upsets you, it's valid, no matter how minor the incident may seem.” 

“I should do better,” Chan says, finishing his tea and staring at the empty cup in his hands. 

“You're doing your best,” Minho reminds him kindly. 

“It's not enough,” he insists, grip growing tight around the cup. 

“It'll never be enough. You have very unrealistically high standards for yourself,” Minho chuckles softly and puts the cup aside for him. “You're so kind and understanding with everyone else…sometimes I wished Chan would take care of my Channie more,” he told him softly. 

Chan turns to look at him, lower lip quivering heavily. “I'm sorry. You're right, I fucked that up.”

“You didn't fuck anything up,” he assures him and gently caresses his cheek. “You just need to learn to be more patient with yourself, Channie love. You have boundaries like everyone else; you have only so many resources before you burn out. It's human.”

“Can I stay tonight?” he asks timidly. 

Minho gets onto his knees between his legs and soothingly rubs his bare thighs, hands slipping beneath the fabric of his shorts. “That's the dumbest question you've asked me today,” he smirks and a tiny smile pulls at the corner of Chan's mouth. “I have snacks, I have a fuzzy blanket for you and aaall the love you deserve,” he tells him and giggles as Chan is suddenly on top of him, throwing him back into the mattress. 

He gets comfortable on top of him and sighs softly. “I love you, Minho baby.”

Minho smiles sweetly and cuddles him close, covering them with the blanket. “I love you too, Channie love.” He soothingly fondles his hair, feeding him brownies as Chan grows quieter and heavier on him with every passing minute. “I'm so proud of you, so are the kids. They adore you, and I love you so so much, baby,” Minho tells him sincerely, massaging his scalp. Chan hums in response, too far gone to answer properly. He soothes him to sleep and cuddles up tightly with him once he is. “My sweet Channie,” he whispers into the comforting silence of his room. 

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[anautumncarol]

Can't Start A Fire Without A Spark

It was futile. No matter how much he focused, his brain drew blank after blank. And he dared calling himself a creator? All he was, was a disappointment. Words usually flowed out of him freely, nothing standing between his brain and the paper, his arm and hand nothing but loyal messengers.

And yet, here he was at two in the morning, refraining from smacking his head against the studio’s desk, his opened notes app mocking him with its nakedness.

________

Chan was tired. Last minute changes to the new album had rendered him in front of his computer screen, desperately trying to create something worthwhile. Noticing his hyung's distress, Minho decided to help out.

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[tasteracha]

kinktober - day thirteen

kink: camcorder with minho ft. chan

warnings: smut - MINORS DNI. threesome (kind of), chan is a perv, afab!reader, teensy bit of manipulation

chan didn’t think this would happen when he asked minho to borrow his camcorder a couple days ago - all he wanted was to record some practice videos to upload to youtube. he didn’t think before he took it, didn’t think before he looked through minho’s old footage of his dancing that he keeps for memories, didn’t think before watching what he watched. 

it was a video of you. and minho. 

in his defense, the storage on the memory card was almost full and chan was just looking for something that could be deleted to free up space - and wouldn’t minho check the storage to see if there was anything he didn’t want chan seeing first? if anything, this is minho’s fault. 

sure, it’s minho’s fault that chan is one second away from jerking off to the sight of you getting fucked into oblivion by his best friend, the grainy pixels leaving little to nothing to his imagination. your moans sound tinny from the low quality speakers, minho’s grunts accenting the sounds coming from your mouth as he fucks you up against the studio mirrors. your breath is fogging up from where your face is pressed against the glass, sweaty handprints from the both of you staining the surface. minho better have cleaned those mirrors after that, chan’s delirious mind supplies as he continues watching the footage he should have turned off minutes ago. 

the video is from the same angle as their dance practices, the same walls on display and oh fuck chan doesn’t think he’s been this hard in his entire life. that’s the room that he dances in, he’s leaned up against that exact mirror, panting and overexerted, he’s been yelled at by minho for messing up the choreography in that exact place. 

he tries. he tries so hard to forget what he saw, to get the image of you shaking apart when you came out of his head. to stop thinking about the way your skin went white from where minho was gripping it. to restrain from gripping his cock in his hand under his blanket with his eyes screwed shut and the symphony of your combined noises playing in his head like a song he couldn’t get off of repeat. 

but how could he when he had to go back into that rehearsal room just a few days later to practice? what excuse could he possibly give his members about why he wanted to switch rooms from this one? the room that’s full of their most precious memories, full of laughter and tears and piles of sweaty cuddles on the floor? no, he couldn’t. what he could do was avoid that spot like it was poisonous, standing on the farthest edge of the room after practice was over, chugging water and thinking about how you both have probably fucked on the floor there, or those couches, or by the closet door. 

he doesn’t notice you at first, sliding into the room to hand minho a cold water bottle and press a kiss to his cheek. the other members were slowly trickling out, passing tired greetings to you as they shuffled past, eager to go home and shower. when only minho and him were left, you went to approach him only to find his eyes already on you, glazed over at you but not really seeing. 

he looks at you and all he can see is the way you were pressed up against the glass, your tits squished but somehow still bouncing, the screwed up features of your face when you were overwhelmed in pleasure. all he can hear are those metallic sounding moans, all he can feel is the urge to fall at your feet-

“bang chan,” minho snaps, jerking chan out of his fantasy. “where is my camera? you’ve had it for a while, i wanted to record the new choreography.”

“oh!” chan is starting to panic, he didn’t think that minho would ask after the camcorder so soon. he didn’t have time to prepare, didn’t have the energy to create an excuse. “there was too much storage on it, so i didn’t get to record what i wanted and i forgot to ask you about it.”

he’s biting his tongue now, cursing himself for saying too much. couldn’t he just have said he would give it back tomorrow?

“i didn’t think about the storage,” minho starts, not sounding like he had anything to hide. did he truly not know about what he had left on that camera for chan to find? “did you see anything interesting?”

he knows. he knows. chan is beginning to sweat, he can feel it in his hair and under his arms and he wants to bury a hole by his feet so he can jump into it and never climb out. 

“haha, no,” he says, packing up the rest of his bag so that he didn’t have to look at minho. or you, who’s been silent since you walked in, watching him carefully. for all he wasn’t scared of minho and his adorably empty threats, he was terrified of you. “i didn’t even look. just saw that the storage was full, you know?”

he sounds awkward. he is awkward, right now. 

“chan,” you trail a finger down his arm, speaking for the first time since you arrived and he’s gone, your touch leaving raised hairs in your wake. you should be angry, you should be livid, why are you touching him like that- “come over tonight to mine would you? we wanted to have you over for a while, minho wanted to cook for you. and you can give him the camera back then.”

“oh,” chan is sure that his face is flushed completely red by now, but he nods anyways. “sure! i’m free tonight. i’ll be there at seven? or whenever is good for you, i’m free. wait, i said that already-”

“perfect,” minho purrs, taking one of your hands in his and laying the other on chan’s shoulder. “seven is perfect. see you then, chan.”

--

he gets to your place early and sits in his car for 30 minutes, chewing at his fingernails and tapping his leg at an alarming pace. the more he thinks about it the more he overthinks - did they just want to yell at you in private instead of at the company building? did they really not know? what if he confessed and they didn’t know? what if they never speak to you again?

he has to take several deep breaths before leaving his car, and again before he knocks on your door. he’s ushered in by you, bright smiles on yours and minho’s faces as you take the camera out of his hands, and by the time he has a glass of wine in his hand and he’s sitting on the couch while minho puts the finishing touches on dinner he’s almost fully relaxed. he’s been here so many times, your apartment being a refuge to all the boys when they wanted to get away from the dorms for a bit. this is normal. 

“let me put something on for us to watch,” you say at the same time minho asks chan if he wanted more wine, and you sneak the camcorder towards the tv while chan was distracted, sniping at minho that no he doesn’t want a second glass he’s not even halfway through the first one. you plug it in, smiling when it connected to the right input immediately. you scroll through the files, fingers calm on the remote even though you were shaking in anticipation inside. when you get to the right file you click on it, turning up the volume. 

the image of you and minho takes over the tv, sounds coming out of the tv in a much better quality than what chan had been used to. his head whips towards the tv, wine forgotten and eyes wide as he takes in the video that you put on.

“what?” he asks, almost in a gasp as his eyes flicker back and forth between the tv, you, and minho, who had finally exited the kitchen and joined you in the living room.

“we thought since you loved it so much, we would watch it together,” minho explains, much more casually than one should be when playing a video of them fucking their girlfriend in front of their best friend. “why, is something wrong?” 

“i-”, chan cuts himself off, panic choking his voice. “i’m so sorry-”

“hey,” you move towards him, sitting against his side and taking one of his hands in both of yours. “that isn’t what this is about. we don’t mind, okay?” 

“we couldn’t let him sputter on for a bit more?” minho pouts, crossing his arms at you. “it was funny.”

“min, be nice,” you scold, smiling at chan. 

“channie, i would have beat you up when i found out if i wanted to,” minho relents, siting on chan’s other side, sandwiching him between you both. “she likes that you watched it. i like it. okay? just relax and be good for us.”

minho’s words wash over chan, leaving him in a sort of daze. be good for us, minho had said. he could do that, chan was so good at being good. he melts against the couch, the heat from both of your bodies enveloping him as he takes in the video he’s seen over and over already. 

“you planned this?” he asks, breathless and mesmerized. 

“of course i did,” minho scoffs, squeezing one of chan’s thighs in his warm hand. “you think i would just let you watch that without planning it? i’m not that stupid.”

you’re not, but maybe i am, chan thinks, and he only realizes that he said it out loud when you start giggling and lean your head into his shoulder to hide your laughter. 

he wants to retort, to somehow defend himself, but then video-minho changes his angle and starts fucking video-you even harder than before and whatever words were in his throat stayed behind the lump there.

“do you want to do that to her?” minho asks, hand trailing up chan’s thigh, leaving behind phantom pinpricks of sensation. he lets his blunt nails rake over chan’s leg, the delicate material of his workout pants providing no protection. 

“can i?” chan breathes out, looking at you like he’s never seen anything more beautiful. 

“please,” you wiggle your legs open a bit, a clear invitation. his hand comes to rest on your thigh and it’s so big, so much bigger than minho’s. he slides it up, to the hem of your oversized shorts, dipping his fingers closer to your panties and -

he stops. 

“but, i also want…” he ducks his head down, trying to hide his flush before glancing at minho through his lashes. minho’s brow furrows, confusion clear on his face before he puts it together. 

“oh, my channie,” he coos, running a hand through chan’s hair. “we can do that too, i promise. but my girl has been waiting so long for you, you don’t want to make her wait even longer, do you?”

chan shakes his head, entire body swaying with the force of it, reenergized by minho’s promise of more. he turns towards you and you feel your breath leave your body as you turn weighless for a moment, landing back on earth to find yourself straddling chan’s lap. 

“you’re strong,” you praise, feeling up his biceps as you get comfy in his lap, ignoring minho’s indignant yelp next to you. chan beams up at you, both of his hands cupping your ass and using it as leverage to pull you closer into him. his dick is hard in his pants, poking against your crotch, and you both let out lewd moans when you grind into him a bit. he glances at minho, a little insecure and still kind of uncomfortable, but minho just pulls him in and kisses him deeply. it’s a sight to see, like a movie playing out right in front of your eyes, the love of your life and his best friend making out right in front of you. chan tenses a bit but melts into the couch even faster, letting minho lead him into blissful submission as he cups his face and moves it right how he wants it. 

when they part, chan’s lips are cherry red and so wet, glistening in the light from the lamps decorating the room. you can’t help but kiss him too, licking minho’s essence off of him and reveling in the way he bucks up into you like he can’t help it. 

chan slides his lips to the right, peppering kisses to the corner of your lips, across your jaw and down your neck. he sucks at the spot right under your ear that makes you see stars, heat bursting in your lower belly. he was utterly intoxicated by your scent, your clean, floral body wash taking over his senses until he was all but panting into your neck. 

it almost hurts to pull back from him, it’s like a stab right to your heart when he makes a wounded noise at the loss of contact, but you need more from him. any thoughts that you might have had of seducing him, of wining and dining him and showing him how much you really wanted him, died out once you felt his hands on you. you’ve been crushing on this man for almost as long as you’ve been crushing on minho, and you weren’t going to give this opportunity any time to ruin itself; you knew chan, knew how his self-consciousness and second-guessing worked, and if you wanted him you needed to take him now before he changed his mind. 

you reach for the drawstring on his pants, pulling it open and sticking your hand in, rubbing him through his boxers. next time you’d have more decorum, you’d suck him off until he was right on the edge and make him sob when you refuse to let him come, you’d let him fuck you into the mattress and let him pin you down, but not right now. 

“on the couch?” chan asks, eyes wide as they flicker back and forth between you and minho. 

“you know we’ve done it in worse places,” minho says, humor lining his words as the lust takes over his eyes at the thought of what was about to happen. a burst of affection takes over you as you look at him, your perfect soulmate who understood you and your desires and shared them with you like you shared everything else. 

“never knew you were such an exhibitionist,” chan snipes back at him, gasping when you tug him out of his pants and boxers, the stretch of his waistband making it easy. you only have to stroke him a few times until he’s fully hard, his cock red and leaking where it curves into his lower belly. 

“minho, help me,” you ask, blinking at minho through your eyelashes, and he knows what you want immediately; he hooks his fingers through your shorts and panties at once, pulling them down to your knees, just far down enough for you to be able to rub your bare pussy against chan’s cock.

“god, you’re so wet,” he curses, throwing his head back and sighing in time with the movement of your hips.

“for you, channie,” your voice cracks when his cock catches on your clit, and both of them are smart enough not to say anything about it. minho moves though, ever impatient, and lines chan’s cock up against your hole with practiced ease. 

“thought about this a lot, did you?” you tease, knowing very well that both of you thought about this a little too much, sharing fantasies in hushes whispers when you were supposed to be asleep. . 

minho clicks his tongue and presses himself up behind you, still fully clothed even though his dick was rock hard in his jeans. he places his hands on your hips and pushes you into chan, driving his cock deep into you. you collapse against chan’s chest, a surprised yelp leaving you at the unexpected fullness. chan echoes you, burying his face into your neck with a shudder. 

“tease me again and see what i’ll do,” he says darkly, hands still in a death grip on your waist. you take his threat for what it is, knowing that he would follow through with his words, and you start grinding into chan in slow circles. his hands circle your waist, fingers tangled with minho as they let you set the pace. 

“please,” chan whimpers, his breath tickling your neck. you want to tease him so badly, but how could you when he asked so politely? you shift your knees further onto the couch, gaining leverage so you could lift your hips higher up. you drop back down onto him and you both moan in unison. 

you lift back up and drop down, again and again and again, finding a rhythm that fits both of you perfectly. it’s like a dance, moves that feel practiced and eased, spurred on by minho’s soft whispered praises towards the both of you. the video playing on the tv had reached its end, and every sound coming from you was heightened. 

“what a pretty show, all for me,” minho moves away and finally takes his cock out of his jeans, fisting it and immediately starting to stroke himself off at a fast pace. you can’t see him, you miss the warmth of him against your back, but chan can’t take his eyes off of him, transfixed by the sight of his best friend jerking himself off to him and you as you’re bouncing on top of him. 

you’re shaking apart on top of chan before you realize it, orgasm taking over you as you continue to ride him. you clench around him hard, and he’s spilling into you a second later, jerky little thrusts shaking your body on top of his. minho curses as he comes a moment later, too keyed up to extend his pleasure for long. this wasn’t about him anyways; at least, not this time. 

you lift off of chan with a hiss, sending him a look of sympathy when he shivers in overstimulation. you don’t make it far, pulling him down to lay against you, your back pressed up against his front. both of your pants are still halfway off, but you can’t be bothered to care right now - you’re utterly exhausted, even from just one orgasm. 

the both of you barely register minho draping a blanket over you before settling on the floor in front of you, leaning his head on the couch right by where chan’s hands were around your stomach. it’s so domestic, the three of you drifting towards one another so naturally that it just feels right. later, you’d get up and eat the now-cold dinner minho had painstakingly prepared, but for now you were content to lay in comfortable quiet.

“wait,” chan breaks the silence, and you have to resist the urge to groan at him. “how did you know that i watched it? what if the storage really was just full?”

“please, you’re too obvious,” minho teases, voice soft and drowsy, and you can hear the smile in it. “plus, you were watching it in the dorms, idiot. you’re lucky it wasn’t jeongin that caught you.”

--

kinktober masterlist

[catiuskaa]

feat. mrs. lee bahng

SUMMARY: why have a plot when your two gorgeous boys are finally having a short break before the comeback? y’all already know what to do.

WC: 0.6k

CW: lowercase! [NASTY SMUT] make sure to hide the bible if god watching. like, wash your hands after reading kind of nasty. man, i’m so ovulating right now.

REQ! by 🧋anonnie right here. omg. yes. just yes. no questions asked or needed, i gotchu.

[🔶 ★🎇★ 🔶]

one of them is kissing your neck, but with your eyes closed, you don’t bring yourself to guess just yet, just shiver, whimpering, before being able to feel the shape of his plush lips against your pulse.

“such a pretty princess,” chan whispers, his hands moving your hair off your face.

he had been wearing lipstick when he arrived home with minho after their last photoshoot of the day, which makes him chuckle, because neither of them can be too sure the makeup is still on.

actually, scratch that. minho licks his lips, bending to pepper kisses all over your stomach. if there was any lipstick still on his lips, he’s 100% sure its shimmer would look a hundred times better against your nude skin.

there’s a gasp the younger man holds back, a tremble in his voice when, even after making you reach the stars with his tongue, he still won’t fit.

“s-so… t-tight.”

you know that tensing up is about the worst thing you should do, and you try ignoring the awkward, stingy feeling that shoots through you when minho barely attempts to settle himself where you know he belongs.

luckily, chan’s there, leaving sweet kisses and teasing licks here and there, his hand traveling down to your clit, pressing figure eights and snickering to his hearts content at the sighs that come out of your mouth when specks of that yummy feeling slyly start seeping through.

“mmm, baby… such a champion,” he’s teasing, his teeth biting your cheek. your sweat tastes sweet, much like the champagne he had back at the studio with the boys, the day before the album came out.

both him and minho went back home smirking, knowing that the real celebration was waiting for them at home.

“takes cock so well… shit…”

minho can’t even dare to speak, a small part of him that doesn’g want to hurt you, and the other one that just knows that he’s a blink away from bliss.

“such a tight cunt, fuck.”

at his struggle, chan can’t help but snicker. you just pant, and take minho’s hand, kissing his palm before turning to chan and resting your other hand on his cheek.

“baby,” you sigh. his dimples smile at you, and he pecks your lips.

“it's okay, princess,” chan coos at you sweetly. “don't worry, mhh? min'll make it fit. make you feel really good, yeah?”

his lips can’t fathom leaving your skin, pecking, nibbling, kissing anywhere he can reach.

minho pushes further into you, and you whine, your eyes tearing up lightly, the tears not daring to fall down your cheeks after facing chan’s lips, kissing them away.

“so warm and tight.” minho is oozing in a comfy hornyness, lying against you, his body almost melting over yours, his hands hugging your waist, lips licking and nibbling on your nipples playfully.

“colour, baby?” chan whispers to your ear. there’s no agreement to decide whether today’s about fucking or about making love, but his sweet marks on your neck, as well as the ones minho leaves on your cleaverage are always welcomed.

“green, pretty,” you smile, playing with his hair as you bit your lip, moaning at minho’s antics. “so green. greenest.”

it seems like your answer made him regain his stamina, because you can feel him twich as he licks and kisses down to your stomach. in a harsh manner he takes chan by his neck and plants a hard kiss on his lips. then, his nose rubs against yours, and he bites your lip cheekily, smirking down at you.

“gonna make sure you remember tonight until we come back from tour.”

seems like today isn’t either love nor fucking, because why choose if, ultimately, you can do both?

[🔶 ★🎇★ 🔶]

~kats, who has spent at least two hours thirsting over the album’s pics.

catiuskaa, july 2024 ©

[mingoooossii]

VERIVERY.

Dongheon.

Hoyoung.

Minchan.

Gyehyeon.

Love p.2

Yeonho.

Yongseung.

Kangmin.

[chrisbangsbf]

Chan/Minho

Mature | 999 words

tags: petplay, nonsexual petplay, nonverbal petspace, subspace, pup chan

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As soon as Minho stretches out in bed, ready to wind down for the night and maybe read the last few chapters of the book he's been into lately, there's a loud crash. One that suspiciously sounds like it comes from the kitchen. 

He sighs, closing his eyes for a second and rubbing his face. He'd thought Chan would stay in his kennel for the rest of the night. But apparently not. 

Dragging himself out of bed, Minho walks down the hallway and around the corner as quietly as possible. As expected, the pan he had sitting on the counter is now on the floor, but less expectantly, Chan has a small sleeve of cookies clenched between his teeth and is dropping back to the ground on all fours. 

Minho silently watches him struggle to paw at them for a moment, arms crossed over his chest. Chan's usually not one to get into things he shouldn't, especially without permission, but there's certainly a defiant streak in him that Minho has to deal with from time to time. 

Chan huffs, frustrated. He's kind of cute like this, so far gone that he can't comprehend using his fingers, but Minho knows he'll still have to reprimand him. Especially when he aggressively shakes his head and the cookies rip out of the package and scatter across the hardwood. 

Chan bends down to eat a cookie off the floor. 

"You're getting crumbs all over the place," Minho observes, smirking as Chan's head whips around. 

As soon as Chan sees him, he spits the rest of the cookie that was in his mouth out with a squeak. 

"Chan," Minho's voice is steady, firm, as he takes a step forward to assess the mess. "What are you doing? You know you're not supposed to be in the kitchen without supervision. Or be eating snacks this late." 

Chan lowers his head in guilt, whining quietly. He has enough decency to look sorry at least, but after playing so intensely earlier, Minho decides he can afford to cut him some slack this time. Minho shakes his head, grabbing for the broom and dustpan. "Go back to bed, Channie. I better not hear you up anymore tonight, you hear me?" 

Chan whines louder, nudging his head against Minho's leg, stupidly cute with his round puppy eyes. Minho shoos him away with a soft smile and Chan crawls away. 

It only takes about thirty seconds, long enough for Minho to be throwing the wet wipe he used to clean Chan's drool off the floor with away, before there's a crinkling of plastic in his peripheral. He turns around to find Chan curled up in the corner of the living room with the cookie plastic in his mouth. 

"Chan!" Minho raises his voice, startling Chan slightly. "I told you already, it's bedtime." He points to his kennel, but Chan doesn't move. 

Minho sighs and starts walking toward him, prepared to drag him to bed himself, but before he gets there, Chan bolts off across the room. Even on all fours, he's still too fast. 

How annoying. All Minho wanted to do was relax tonight. 

Chan pauses in the hallway, plastic still between his teeth. He looks like he'd be wagging his tail if he had it in. It's obvious that he's in the mood to play, even though he should be exhausted, even though Minho is exhausted. 

"Spit that out! You're gonna get choked!" Minho shouts, exasperated as he chases him down the hallway and into their bedroom. 

Chan's got his head shoved under the bed when he catches up to him, lower body scrambling as if it'll help him fit in a space that's clearly too small for him. He looks so ridiculous, Minho can't help but smile. 

"Come here, you stupid fucking dog," Minho says, fighting against a laugh. Chan's struggling only makes him laugh harder. He drags Chan out by his hips and shakes his head in disapproval. "What's gotten into you, huh? Did hyung not tire you out enough today?" he asks, trying his best to sound stern, but his fondness betrays that slightly. 

Chan's panting, tongue lolled out as he looks up at him, like he doesn't quite understand what's so wrong about playing. He tilts his head and paws at Minho's thigh, barking once softly. 

"Bad," Minho reprimands, showing him the piece of plastic. 

Chan pouts for real this time. Minho knows he never particularly wants to be bad, not even when he's fishing for punishment on purpose. 

Minho scratches the top of his head, ruffling his hair. He loves Chan, even when he's being a brat like this. "Gonna listen to me now? Bed?" he asks, tired. 

Chan turns around and starts crawling back through the hallway on his own, which is a relief. Minho really didn't want to have to pick him up off the ground and haul him through the apartment on his own. Chan plays his dog role really well, but he sure doesn't weigh the same as one. 

Following behind him closely to make sure he doesn't get into any more mischief, Minho squats down and waits until he's curled up on his pillows inside the cage before closing the door. 

"Should I lock you up, or are you gonna behave?" he asks, and Chan just yawns, pulling his favorite stuffed animal close to his chest. Minho smiles. "Okay then. Goodnight, Channie," he coos, reaching inside to scratch behind Chan's ear and give him a firm pat on the hip. 

Chan hums vaguely in response, eyes fluttering closed at the contact.

 

An hour later, with one more chapter of his book left, Minho hears rustling from the other room. Putting his book face down on the bed and pushing his glasses farther up his nose, he takes another deep breath. 

Seems like tonight he'll have to pull out the harsher treatment to make Chan behave. 

But that's okay. Minho has a weak spot for making his pretty puppy cry.

[b1tter-berr1es]

mnchn || were!Chn / human!Mn || modern fantasy

Talking to the Moon (work title)

"What is the werewolf version of a scary children's fairy tale?"

Perhaps it was too late to be asking such a question, but this thought appeared in his tired mind after the events earlier that day. Arms wrapped around his middle and pulled him closer to the warm body. He snuggled closer, face half tucked into the wolf's neck to have a space to breathe later. Hand resting on a naked chest, he felt a strong and steady heartbeat under his fingers. It gave him an odd sense of comfort and safety, despite being basically trapped in arms of a creature he's been warned about his whole life.

"What might a werewolf be scared of the most?" He asked again, sleep slowly taking him over but he wanted to hear the answer.

"Humans" A whisper came from the wolf, followed by almost inaudible, "and himself."

Min moved his hand from Chris's chest to around his back. He wanted to ask him "Do I scare you?" but his movement only made the werewolf pull them even closer, as if it could make them merge into one being. He accepted it as the answer to his unasked question and practically flush from head to toe with the man he relaxed into the embrace. It only took a faint feeling of kiss being left on his head for him to let himself be taken by the slumber.

[solastalgiart]

— fandom: skz

— pairing: minho/chan

— rating: t

— 2.3k words | complete (1/1)

— tags: drabble, high school au, strangers to friends, first meetings

minho’s disbelief was fast devolving into hysteria. there was a laugh stuck in the back of his throat. bang chan. in a moment of clarity, minho recalled that the new kid was called bang chan.

(or; lee minho faces off against a gang of high school bullies, rescues a kitten, and makes an exception)

ao3 link

☔️ spring rain, first bloom

[c0llisiion]

★Pairing: lee know x bang chan + f!reader

★genre: smut

★: npr, drabble , threesome , bf!minho x reader x chan , filth , oral , cum eating , unprotected sex — lmk if i missed any!!

★W/C: 916

A/N: 2 posts back to back?! wrote this fic back in oct of 2023 and was js letting it rot in my drafts 😭 so I finally decided to post it hehe FIRST SKZ FICS AH- enjoy pookies <3 (p.s i was rlly h0rknee for minchan when i wrote this so please have mercy.)

☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ MDNI. Please refrain from reading if the topics make you uncomfortable. ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★

  "Fuck fuck fuck fuck" were the only words echoing throughout the room, along with the sound of your skin clapping against Chan's abdomen. "Fuck c-chan, right..the-re," you said in between loud moans. Chan was fucking you mercilessly. Ass up, and your face is buried in the pillow, collecting your hot tears.

You could feel a pair of eyes burning into your body as Chan kept fucking you. It was your boyfriend. Minho. He was sitting in the corner, watching every move and analyzing every sound you were making. To begin with, it was his idea to have Chan fuck you. He insisted on it. “Fuck Minho How are you ever able to control yourself when you are with her ... F-fuckkk” Chan said. But Minho ignored his words and just kept staring at you. He was growing jealous. Hearing you moan like this over another man's cock was not sitting right with him. Minho got up from his place and climbed on the bed to face you. Chan got the signal and pulled your arm back, and his pace slowed down. This made you face Minhos crotch. He lifted your chin up using his fingers. You were looking up at him with teary eyes and a fucked-out face. His eyes were filled with lust and rage.. "You liked getting fucked by other men, huh?" He said it tauntingly. You shook your head. "Look, how well you are taking Chan’s cock? It feels good, right?" You shook your head once again. He slapped you, not too harshly. He leaned in closer. "Now don't say that, baby. You know how much it will hurt Channie Hyung?" Chan thrust harshly into you, making your face contort in pleasure. He looked at the older man and gave him a wink. You could see the way he was grinning. "Do you want to have Channie's cock or my cock inside of you now?" ,, "Y-y-you" he shoved his fingers into your mouth. Playing with your tongue. "You are not going to get it, love." Your face turned sad. Minho put his hand behind your head, gathering a handful of your hair. He pulled out his dick. "Let me fuck your face." He said it with a devilish smirk on his face. "Open wide, doll.." Chan leaned in and whispered in your ears. Minho tapped your cheek with his dick, and you opened your mouth willingly. He quickly shoved it in and started fucking your face. Your eyes filling up. Loud, muffled moans left your mouth as Chan started abusing your puffy cunt once again while Minho fucked into your mouth with no care. His grip on your hair tightened as you gagged and spasmed around his length, your throat perfectly molded for his dick. Minhos eyes were closed and his head thrown back; eyebrows furrowed as curses left his mouth. “S-shitt… You are doing so well, baby..” he said while pushing away the stray hairs on your face. Chan, on the other hand, was fucking you into tomorrow. His hands were on your ass cheeks, spreading them as he observed the way you sucked in his cock. "Minho, look at how well she is taking me … “ he praised you. Minho smirked. “Ya hear that slut? You like being someone else’s fuck toy, don't you?” You moaned against his dick. You felt Chans dick twitch inside of you, as well as Minhos, signaling that they were close. “Im going to fuck!” Chan loudly cursed at how you clenched around him. He eventually pulled out, the sudden emptiness making you whine and cry more. He started jerking himself off, trying to reach his final high. Minho did the same; he made you lay on your back as they both kneeled in front of your face. Their hands were picking up pace as they started jerking themselves. curses after curses left their mouths. You laid there as you fondled with their heavy cum filled balls. “G-give it to me.. please.. fuck- i need your cum all over my face…” 

Chan busted over your chest and body. A heavy load of his creamy, clear cum coated your sweaty body. You moaned and coughed, spreading the mixture all over your swollen tits using chans Hand. Chan groaned as he watched you take his fingers and put them in your mouth, sucking and licking his cum-covered digits with a sultry smile. You turned to Minho before using your hands to guide his own down his length. “Cum on my face minho.. need it so bad… i need you.. come on you can do it..” you encourage him, as he seemed to be struggling. “Fuck-“ Minho grunted as he watched suck on his tip while you stared into his eyes. Within a blink of an eye, Minho shot his load onto your face. You let him paint your face with his cum. Your eye getting glued shut by the sticky substance. He took deep breaths, his eyes focused on the way your lips licked his cum off of them. Minho’s thumb scooped the glob of cum that was on your eye before spreading it over your clean lips and pushing his thumb through your lips for you to suck on. He had a shit-eating smirk on his face as he watched you. You turned over to look at Chan, who laid next to you, caressing your bruised hip. You gave him a smile.“Was I a good girl?” You asked both of them.

“The bestest girl.”

A/N: THANKS 4 READINGGGG! ILYSMMMM reblogs and comments are appreciated! Lmk if I should write more skz smut eheh

[writingforstraykids]

He deserved it - Pt.2

Pairing: Minchan | Minlix | Minchanlix

Word Count: 2559

Summary: Chan cleans up Felix's mess and ends up getting closer with Minho. Felix notices and maybe does feel a little jealous. Confronting Chan hasn't been his smartest idea.

Warnings/Tags: fluff, smut, aftercare with Chan, indication of mirror sex / semi-public sex (minchan), sub!min, dom!chan, switch!felix

A/N: Here's the part two you wanted...I guess that ending screams for another part, but I'll leave that up to you🤭

PART ONE

do not repost, translate, or plagiarize my works in any way here or on other platforms. ©️writingforstraykids 2024 -

Chan swallowed softly and pulled the door close behind himself, locking it to avoid any of their friends stumbling in. Minho seemed extremely vulnerable right now, and it ignited a protective feeling in his chest he hadn't felt in a while about him. He knew he was blushing; he could practically feel the heat radiating off his face and burning in his ears. Chan went to Minho's closet, got one of his fuzzy blankets, and sat down at the edge of the bed. “Min?” he asked, trying to see how responsive his friend was. 

“Yeah?” he asked quietly, tears still spilling from his eyes as his body was fighting the aftershocks of pure pleasure. 

“You're okay?” he asked softly, and Minho hummed. 

“Very,” he nodded, a slight blush creeping up his neck as he realized how messy he must look right now in front of Chan. 

Chan hesitantly reached out for him, fingers shaking as he brushed his hair from his face. “I'll help you clean up, yeah?”

“Mhm, okay, Channie hyung,” he nodded drowsily. “It's not like I could walk on my own right now.”

Chan almost choked on his breath. “I'll draw you a bath,” he said, scrambling to his feet and quickly busying himself in the bathroom. He cursed himself for getting so flustered. Fucks sake, he had seen every other of his friends naked before, turning into a moaning mess beneath him. Was it because he always thought he'd never see Minho that way? They'd never work because, well…they both liked to be in control. When he came back, Minho still hadn't moved, goosebumps slowly covering his skin. Chan tried not to stare too much but fuck, that was hard. “And he just left you like that?”

“Made him mad,” Minho shrugged and licked his dry lips. “Told me to clean myself up or beg you for help.”

Chan laughed and rolled his eyes. “He wouldn't have left you if I hadn't agreed.” 

“Don't be so sure about that; he's a little devil if you give him the chance,” he laughed and shifted a little as he tried to get comfortable. 

Chan noticed he was beginning to freeze and spoke before he could think it through. “Can I give you a cuddle until the bath is ready?” he asked, blushing at Minho's puzzled look. 

“Channie, there's Felix's cum dripping from my ass and my own smeared all over my stomach. I'll make a mess of you,” he giggled. 

Chan blushed heavily before nodding. “I know. I don't mind.”

“Nasty,” Minho commented. 

“Shut it; you're the one unable to walk right now because you've been such a tease,” he snorted, and Minho weakly punched his arm. Chan giggled as Minho pushed himself onto his knees with a groan, wincing a little. He pulled him into his lap and wrapped the fuzzy blanket around them. 

Minho slumped against his chest and buried his face in his neck with a soft huff. He closed his eyes, overwhelmed by Chan's natural scent, and picked up on a hint of Jeongin’s favorite cologne. Chan's hugs always felt safe, and he loved indulging them when they were back home. No one was expecting him to “hate” it here. “I'll be so sore tomorrow,” he grumbled, and Chan chuckled. 

“I'll pay him back next time, fuck him stupid,” Chan said, not really thinking again. He was too occupied with the feeling of his hand resting on Minho's bare skin beneath the blanket and lingering on his lower back so tenderly. 

“You could fuck me stupid instead; I'd gain more from that,” Minho answered and couldn't quite believe he said that out loud. Fucks sake. 

“I can't believe you, only a minute ago, you were still sobbing, and now you're asking for it again,” he snickered. 

“And that's the only thing keeping you from doing so?” he teased softly, nuzzling his nose into his neck. 

“Minho,” Chan whispered, his grip on his back subconsciously growing tighter. 

Minho pulled back and squinted at him, amused, hooking his finger beneath Chan's chin and making him look at him. “You'd like that, huh?” he asked, and Chan could only nod, blushing furiously. “And just for your information, I cry when I feel really good.”

Chan hummed and swallowed thickly. He gently brushed back his hair and smiled at him. “I'll ruin you another day.”

“What if I want you to do so right-oh god,” Minho moaned out shakily as Chan wrapped his hand around his dick. His eyes fluttered close, and his fingers buried deeply into Chan's shoulder. “Oh, just like that,” he breathed out and whimpered softly as Chan kissed down his neck before licking a stripe up to his ear. He used his other hand to brace Minho and bent his head, licking over his nipples teasingly. Minho shuddered with a gasp, already leaking down Chan's hand. He was still so sensitive he wouldn't last long. How embarrassing he'd fall apart so easily the first time he touched him. It didn't help feeling Chan's dick pressing up against him through his sweatpants. “Channie,” he breathed out needily. 

“I know,” he whispered against his skin. “I know, it's okay. We'll do it properly another time.”

Minho whimpered and needily fucked into Chan's fist, growing more sloppy with every thrust. “Channie, so close,” he warned him, and Chan gave him permission.

His stomach fluttered at Minho's face, flooding with pleasure, lips opening in a sweet moan of his name. Chan could feel his release dripping down his hand, and he knew Minho had made a mess of his shirt now, but he didn't care. Not with the blissed-out look on Minho's face. The sight made him feel so good he couldn't quite believe himself. 

He gave him a moment to calm down before getting up with him in his arms. “Now, let's clean you up.”

-

“I still can't believe you'd get that jealous,” Jeongin snickered in Felix's arms. 

“I'm not,” Felix giggled. “Minho hyung wanted Channie to care for him for ages but was too shy to ask.”

“Oh,” he nodded gently.

“So yes, when he was being a tease today, I thought I'd give them a little push,” he laughed and kissed his head. “I would've never left him like that if Chan hadn't agreed.”

“You're a menace,” he giggled and cuddled closer. 

“No, that's called smart,” he grinned. 

-

Minho's eyes fluttered at how nice the warm water and soothing lavender scent welcomed his tired body. He glanced up at Chan, who didn't quite know where to look. “You just gave me a handjob, I think you can stop acting shy now.”

“Sorry,” he laughed breathlessly. 

“Join me?” he asked, and Chan heavily blushed. “Don't think I didn't notice you came in your pants.”

“Minho, I-,” he stammered, and Minho giggled. 

“No wonder if our maknae needed help right before,” he smirked, and at Chan's puzzled look, he added, “You smelled like him.”

“You're insane,” Chan laughed and gave in, taking his shirt off. Minho watched him intensely as he did, not really hiding that he was enjoying the show. Chan quickly got into the water, slipping in behind him and spreading his legs. Minho scooted closer with a soft grunt, leaning back against him. Chan gently rubbed his arms before wrapping his own around Minho's stomach. 

Minho gently intertwined their fingers, melting a little at how small his hands felt in Chan's. He didn't know what made him do it, but he shifted in Chan's lap just enough to bury his face in his chest. A soft sigh escaped him at the skin contact, and he could feel a small laugh rumble through his chest. “Asshole,” he giggled. 

“I always knew you like being hugged,” he smirked succeedingly. 

“I like it when you do it,” he nodded softly. “Makes me feel safe.”

Chan smiled softly and kissed his hair. “I'm glad it does.”

Minho shuffled in his lap once more before straddling him, arms wrapped around his neck. “Channie?” he asked softly, searching his eyes. 

“Yeah?” he asked, soothingly rubbing his hips. 

“Please don't let this be a one-time thing?” he sounded almost timid, tugging at Chan's heartstrings. 

Chan shook his head and cupped his face with one hand. “I'll make you feel good as often as you want to from now on.” 

“Promise?” he smiled sweetly. 

“Promise,” Chan giggled, eyes widening as Minho lunged forward and gave him a kiss. He only needed a second before he kissed back passionately, trying to make it last. He buried his hand in his hair, smiling into the feeling that sent shivers down his body. Now, he finally could take care of all his boys. 

-

Not much later, Minho was dressed in a comfy sweater and sweatpants belonging to Chan. He was comfortable in Chan's bed, the soft lilac light making him even sleepier than before. Minho brought the sweater to his face and buried his nose in it, getting flooded with Chan's scent. He couldn't bite back the lazy smile tugging at his lips. Chan returned with a glass of water and sat beside him. His curls were still a little damp, and Minho was purely relaxed after Chan washed his hair, massaging his scalp so perfectly and then doing the same with his aching body. “Come on, kitten,” he spoke softly, and Minho blushed a little, sitting up. He let Chan help him to drink a bit before smiling at him fondly. Chan put the water aside and lovingly fondled his hair. “Cuddles?”

“Please,” Minho nodded sweetly.

-

Felix and Jeongin peeked into Chan's room after a while, exchanging a grin at the sight of their hyungs cuddled up. Minho's head was tucked safely beneath Chan's, their legs intertwined. Chan's hand was beneath Minho's sweater, and Minho was holding onto his sweater in his sleep in return. 

“Cute,” Felix commented. 

“Guess you did it,” Jeongin chuckled before they left them in peace. 

One week later

Chan was strolling down the hallway, hearing “Taste” blast through the almost empty building. He was ready to go home, but he had a feeling Minho wouldn’t leave if he didn’t remind him of the time. Pushing the door open, his breath hitched, seeing Minho immersed in the choreo. He quietly pulled the door close behind himself and leaned against it, watching him curiously. None of them knew what Minho had planned for that song yet; he only knew Felix and Hyunjin pitched in some ideas this afternoon. Chan’s thoughts started wandering as he watched the younger man sink down to his knees and spread his legs as he did. He slowly pushed himself off the door and made his way over, strolling into his view behind him. By the time he reached him, Minho was back on the floor, rolling his hips. It didn’t help that right after his angelic voice blasted from the speaker with the words, “Don’t make me bad, make me bad, I’m addicted to you.”.

Minho stopped in his movements, surprised to spot him through the mirror, and swallowed at how confidently Chan closed the remaining distance between them. Chan stepped right behind him and leaned down, kissing him upside down as Minho lost balance and fell to his bum. Minho didn’t waste much time, turned in their kiss so he was facing him and grabbed him by his shirt. He pulled him down roughly, catching his fall with his legs, and arched into his body as soon as Chan was on top of him. “Hey there,” he chuckled into their kiss and buried his hand in his hair. 

“Hi,” Chan smirked mischievously. “Sorry, I didn’t want to interrupt, but…you make it very hard to resist you, moving like that.”

Minho hummed, pleased, and raised his eyebrows at him. “Well, did you come here to watch only, or?”

“Oh, I definitely came here to watch. Wanna see your face when I ruin you,” he smirked and sat up. Minho did as well and gulped softly as Chan scooted behind him, meeting his eyes through the mirror. “And here is perfect because you can see for yourself.”

“Fuck,” he breathed out needily. “Fuck, yes, please,” he nodded quickly, and Chan’s eyes darkened behind him, clouding with lust. 

-

Felix had watched Minho curiously the next morning during breakfast as he sat down with a soft wince. Taking a look at Chan, spotting a few marks on his neck, he could imagine what had happened yesterday night when everyone else had been home already. Luckily, Hyunjin caught a cold so it would be only them practicing today. 

He walked up to Minho and wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling him in. “Had fun last night?”

“Mhm, the practice was alright; I think I have the dance worked out now, and-” he swallowed as Felix wrapped his hand around his neck and met his eyes through the mirror. 

“I’m not talking about that,” he said sharply, and Minho gulped nervously. “You enjoyed Chan hyung fucking you dumb?” he asked, and his hyung’s eyes widened.

“I-uh-,” he stammered, and the grip around his neck tightened. 

“I won’t ask again,” Felix warned him.

“Y-Yes,” he nodded timidly. “I did.”

“You still think he can wreck you better than I did?” he asked, and Minho blushed heavily.

“Felix,” he whined softly, squirming in his hold as Felix planted his other hand right on his dick, straining against the fabric of his jeans.

“You don’t wanna chose, that’s fine,” he nodded and squinted his eyes at him. “Where?”

“Wh-What?” he whispered.

“You heard me,” he said sharply and Minho shrunk in his grip.

-

Chan flinched in his chair as the door to his room opened and got slammed close forcefully. His eyes widened seeing Minho, staring at the floor nervously, Felix right behind him. Felix shoved the older over to Chan’s sofa and gave him a little push. Minho fell back into the cushion with a soft groan and yelped as Felix climbed on top of him, wrapping his hand around his neck once again. “Lix,” he whispered and glanced at Chan embarrassed. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” Chan asked irritated and got up. 

“You decided to fuck him in my room, so I’ll do the same now,” he told him and raised his eyebrows challengingly at him. 

Chan scoffed and an amused smirk settled on his lips. He locked the door and slipped the key into his pocket. “My dear sunshine, you may be in control with him,” he said, pointing at Minho. “But may I remind you who’s in control when it’s us?” he asked and stepped next to him, wrapping his hand around his neck. He leaned down with a grin and winked at Minho. “So what makes you think you can come into my room and do as you like, hm?” he whispered into his ear and Felix shivered with need. 

Shit, he didn’t quite think that one through. 

“Oh god, it’s not like I couldn’t handle both of you, just do something, please,” Minho whined beneath them, wide eyes darting between their faces. 

Chan exchanged an amused glance with Felix before leaning over to open the drawer of his desk. “Not how I planned my day, but I can’t complain,” he said, flicking the cap of the bottle of lube in his hand open. “Who’s first?”

PART ONE

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✨️💕Red's 2024 Spotify Drabble/One-Shot Collection✨️💕

🌹23. Cruel Summer (SKZxNMixx) [4k]

🌹14. Sharp Objects (MinChan) [1.4k]

🌹*36. Blue Flower (Vocalracha+Lia) [905w]

[catiuskaa]

G’day fellas, it’s Kats! —the Masterlist.

requests are answered and appreciated!

random prompt list (mainly for requests but feel free to use it and tag me on your own works!)

[♦️ ☆ ☃️ ☆ ♦️]

ot8 series // poly!skz

—[series] the perfume saga. (smut)

non-connected one-shots inspired by some of the frangances/colognes of the brands the kids have collaborated (or just been related) with.

—[series] summertime’s special!

a summer-inspired collab with my pookie @dalamjisung! non-conected one-shots [in between each of ‘em]. lots of fluff and sunshine included!

—[one-shot] white-collared thieves (smut)

gentlemen like them make for a better boyfriend, and minho and han will let you know as soon as you come over… they know first times pave the way for more. [minsung x reader]

—[one-shot] reggaeton & champagne (nsfw)

you knew better than to go down to the club alone, and that guy should’ve known better than to mess with minho and chan’s property. (minho x chan x reader)

—[drabble] seungmo, mimo, siesta. (fluff)

mimo (span.) attitude or state of a person who wants to be pampered and cuddled. [2min x reader]

—[drabble] feat. mrs. lee bahng (smut)

why have a plot when your two gorgeous boys are finally having a short break before the comeback? y’all already know what to do. [minchan x reader]

—[one-shot] i’m trying, but they’re hot! —lifeguards!skz

minho and felix agree to go with you to your usual fitness center, which recently opened a swimming pool facility! (and they've hired a certain group of lifeguards... oh wow...)

—[series] bf!thoughts (fluff):

chan: music to my ears.

being chan’s partner makes music sound so much better, but not coming close to the sound of his laughs. ♡

minho: sway with me.

as minho’s partner, you know he loves dancing, and he loves dancing with you. He won’t say it often, but you both know he loves you even more. ♡

changbin: my favourite.

changbin won’t hesitate to pamper his partner with reasurance and love, because, above it all, his favourite thing will always be you. ♡

hyunjin: out of the blue.

poor hyunjin is so frustrated with artblock. nothing comes out like he sees it! little does he know, his cute muses are right in front of him. ♡

jisung: ticklish, cold water nights.

hannie can be a bit of a meanie if it’s late enough, but he loves you so much, he has to make sure you drink enough water too. ♡

felix: rice pudding!

felix wants to cook on live. who if not you to help? it’s mainly so he doesn’t burn anything—like himself—, but it still makes him feel warm and fluffy inside. ♡

seungmin: clingy denials.

seungmin claims he isn’t clingy. recent events while shopping prove to be a little bit… trickier… for him. not his fault though. You are the one who looks too good! ♡

jeongin: bread bites.

innie isn’t much of a skinship person, but it’s because of you that he has found out a new way of showing how much he loves you. ♡

chan

My Atlantis [We fall] (angst) [good ending!]

you’ve hurt yourself due to his career as an idol, because the media won’t let you be. Still, despite his tries to ‘protect you’, you both have spent the worst month in a long while and neither of you want to continue knowing that you could have tried again.

Level up: Fencing for Dummies. (fluff)

soulmates don’t exist, but why are all these corny memories suddenly in your head, and why is your rival the main character?

you asked me to stay. [Not yet]. (fluff, nsfw)

even if idols 'don’t date fans', there are no rules against a little bit of teasing, and so it happens that Mr Bang Chan here really likes your kind of thinking.

audio creak file.mp3 [1:07] (nsfw)

Chan struggles to make music, and you, his friend and roommate, try to help him when you can. Say, Chan also struggles to keep his cool whenever you’re near… what will you do to help him feel better?

minho

pink in the night. (angst)

he knows it means leaving you at night with your hoodie on, but minho has to say goodbye one last time, even if nothing is fair.

game on, game boy. (fluff)

dating someone from the opposing team is banned? So what? Minho isn’t dating that cute girl with the purple headset, they clearly hate each other! …wait, what? You never said it was her? O-oh… um, well…

had to make sure you'd catch it. (fluff)

no one expected jeongin to be the first to marry in the group, but furthermore, no one expected minho to be the one to ask you first, and certainly not like that.

miss me, miss me, now you gotta… (fluff)

minho wasn’t grumpy, nor he was jealous. but he hasn’t been the same ever since he fell in love with you.

need you to [Lee] Know (fluff)

minho loves you: to him, it’s as clear as water. Its only after he finds out that you’re starting to doubt it—he needs you to know just how much.

I.O.U. [pinky promise] (fluff)

minho’s fear of heights is not alone, because airplanes are also in the equation. but rest assured, lovely strangers like yourself are there to help him.

shirts, hoodies and pyjamas (fluff)

every member knows that Minho’s attitude towards you is kinda mean. Will an impulsive idea change your situation?

shoot on sight [straight through my heart] (smut)

a laser tag encounter will end any truce you could’ve started with minho. And of course, after that kiss…

changbin

under the weather (fluff)

is that a sneeze what he’s hearing? unnaceptable! changbin will take care of his sick little bunny... no chance of escaping.

my knight in comforting armour (fluff)

plane trips feel longer when you can’t use your phone. after a very chaotic encounter, it’s now obvious that playing on changbin’s phone is much more entertaining!

just hold on, darling (nsfw)

there’s a will and a way when waiting for him to log off work seems a lot… just hold on, darling.

this close to begging (smut)

an angsty tension formed out of pent-up feelings. a mix of alcohol, changbin and you might find just the way of solving it.

[these two can be read as a stand alone or together in the order written]

Yeah, Flowers Follow (fluff)

You’ve always been committed to your duty at your mom's flower shop since she got hurt carrying bags of dirt. It was just you and the flowers, until he barged in one day, slapped 20 bucks on the countertop and passive-aggressively asked: "How do I say fuck you in flower?"

Floral Troubles: Tales of Love (fluff)

It’s been hard dealing with your love life with how busy the flower shop has been since the wedding season started. It was just you, ribbons and greenery, until he hugged you from behind, left 20 bucks on the table and affectionately asked: “How do I say I love you in flower?”

hyunjin

charcoal, paint, post-its and tape. (comfort)

seeing your boyfriend’s messy art studio, you couldn’t help but want to try and surprise him with a painting of the most gorgeous piece of art you knew: him.

Untitled. // COMING SOON

an artist’s mind often wanders around and about. ever since Hyunjin and you collided, he's unable to come out the same.

i don’t like my mind. (angst)

there was nothing you could’ve said to him to keep hyunjin away from his thoughts. Not on the night of March 20, 2021.

[Don’t worry about Rome!] It won’t fall. (fluff) // COMING SOON

it was almost ridiculous to think you hadn’t realized it, but hey, no one expected Rome to fall.

The rain falls [the sky doesn’t] (fluff)

rain sucks. for you, to the very least, it’s a major problem. but your boyfriend knows something is wrong, and is determined to help you, because even if rain falls, the sky doesn’t.

drunk-dazed [i’m yours] (fluff)

Felix has tried to help you with your love life, but, as much as you appreciated the gesture, he kinda failed… all the time. Will the latest match with his new roommate break the streak?

horny kitchen [not hell's this time] (nsfw)

whenever you were home, he wasn’t. it wasn’t totally your fault if that had made you believe he was never home in the first place, but it sure had led into an interesting meeting.

jisung

the poem about home. (hurt/comfort)

redamancy: (n.) the act of loving the one who loves you; a love returned in full.

strawberry blond. (angst)

Jisung had been avoiding the truth for the past six months, but now, it’s time to face the storm. even if it hurts.

spots on. (fluff)

you. hannie. embraces. hugs. cuddles, and other synonyms. desperately needed by yesterday. complaints will be declined and ignored.

*cough cough* no, me kisses. (fluff)

he may have lost his opportunity to ask you to become official, but boyfriend or not, there’s only one thing Hannie wants needs: your kisses. All over his face. Right now.

coach or player? (nsfw)

there’s always a time when one just has to know, but is the coach able to risk it and play their own game?

[3:36 am] 🍶 (nsfw)

A sexy meeting with an interesting someone might be exactly what you were looking for a one-night stand.

putting to good use (smut)

you had always been Jisung’s utmost supporter, his number one fan. who could blame his partner for wanting to reward all his hard effort?

felix

this isn’t what friends do. (smut)

you're friends- duh! best friends are close to each other, even if this could be... too close. still, no one can really blame you! that chocolate was far too good anyways.

so effortlessly. (fluff)

felix can’t help it, and he can’t hold back anymore, because in the end, loving you comes out so effortlessly.

[these two can be read as a stand alone or together in the order written]

WikiHow’s on my back. (fluff)

Felix can't deny it anymore. WikiHow agrees, and even if he doesn't want to accept it, accidentally completing every step of the web might just clarify to him what he’s feeling.

[01:43 am] (fluff)

study buddies are always close to each other. Still, exams week is over, so when Felix shows up in your room, a silly UNO game is the go-to for clearing things up… in a meme way.

seungmin

influence and influenza. (fluff)

alas, one should note the difference between influence and influenza, even if one can ultimately end up with both.

GTK: Grand Theft Kitty. (fluff)

seungmin streams from time to time with the boys, and today, you wanted to join in… kind of… but not like he’s going to complain!

new task: valentine’s day. (fluff)

|PROLOGUE| |ACT 1| |ACT 2| |ACT 3|

boring classes, boring classmates, boring assignments… to seungmin, everyone is boring even if he’s used to pretend otherwise, but you seem to get on his nerves. you, your stupid poem, and his stupid letter.

silly little promises. (smut)

unspoken promises to stay away from your brother’s best friend might work for some, but not when kim seungmin is said man.

jeongin

your type (fluff)

It doesn’t matter how pretty you are, because, Jeongin’s been working in that cafe long enough to notice as soon as you walked in: he knows your type.

catiuskaa, november 2024 ©

[leeknow-thoughts]

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୨୧ ANNOUNCEMENTS !

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𝝑𝝔 AUGUST 9TH : BIRDS OF A FEATHER -- Poly!Hyunho x reader fic

[northstories]

Chaos Controlled:

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My message inbox is always open for drabble requests bc I love chaos 🤟

🐿️Jilix 🐥

Reverent

Rated: E

One-shot University AU

Jisung thinks Felix is very, very pretty and can't stop looking at him. Felix might be into that.

Words: 16,713

Completed: ✅

Naturally

Rated: E

Multi Chapter Canon Compliant

They're in love your honor, they're just being idiots about it

Words: 32,692

Completed: ✅

Status Quo

Rated: T

Social Media University AU

Jisung is truly hopeless, hope you're into that

(because Felix sure is)

Completed: ❌

Praying At Your Altar

(if you know what I mean)

Rated: E

Sweet, Christian, innocent Jisung vs. filthy minded Felix hunting him like prey

Part 1 of Be Gay - Do Crimes (works as standalone)

Words: 17,579

Completed: ✅

I Dare You (To Be Mine)

Rated: E

University AU

Jilix vs. Alcohol and Party Games, this can only go well, right? Right?

Words: 32,805

Completed: ✅

🐰Minchan🐺

Cheesy

Rated: E

University AU: Bang Chan using the cheesiest lines to whittle away at Minho's sanity and resolve. We all know Chan is a total dad, he deserves a proper dad-joke fic.

Words: 37,826

Completed: ✅

Little Birdie Flies So Far

Rated: E

Dead dove: do not eat. Victorian era, Murder mansion, serial killers AU.

The manor stands proudly within the vast expanse of its estates. Well-kept gardens, neatly kept grounds, lavish furnishings, exquisite architecture. The gem of the town.

But behind its walls, an evil lurks. Invisible to the eyes of the people, hidden away.

Completed: ❌

🐺Chanlix🐥

Freesia

Rated: M

Police AU, Hybrid AU

Chan is a detective with an impossible case. In a desperate attempt to crack it, he ends up taking in the hybrid Felix in the hopes that he can provide any leads.

Part 1 of The Language of Flowers

Words: 49, 204

Completed: ✅

🐰Minsung🐿️

Dandelions

Rated: E

Set in Freesia Universe

Minho is a cop and a control freak

Jisung is a hermit producer with anxiety

Part 2 of The Language of Flowers

Completed: ❌

blushes, butterflies and heart flutters and shit...

Rated: T

One-shot University AU

Just dumb best friends doing best friend stuff... Platonically, I think?

Words: 14, 076

Completed: ✅

🦊Jeongsung🐿️

Sweet & Spicy

Rated: E

Omegaverse AU, Strangers to Lovers

Jeongin is generally good at minding his own business. But when he sees a scared omega pushed up against the wall of a nightclub, facing three looming alphas, his moral compass decides that he should do something. The problem is that said omega turns out be the cutest fucking thing Jeongin has ever seen in his life. Even if he is drunk off his ass.

Words: 42,983

Completed: ✅

It's Only Fair

Rated: E

University AU, Practice fic.

POV: You hate the education program you're in, but your parents pressured you to apply for it when all you wanna do is skateboard. Then, when you get in, you get stuck with a hardass prof who makes you do stupid weekly tests, meaning you actually have to read the course material. This one nerd in your class is always sitting alone so he should be fairly easy to manipulate into helping you though. What you didn't account for was the fact that he wants to do a knowledge for knowledge kinda deal.

Yeah, Jeongin is fucked.

Completed: ❌

🦊JeongSungLix🐿️🐥

Domming 101

Domming 102

Rated: E

Canon compliant. M/M/M. Polyamory. Practice fic.

Words: 21,725 + 9,091

Completed: ✅

🦊JeongLix🐥

Tell Me I'm Pretty (Sweet Words On Your Tongue)

Rated: E

Canon Compliant, first times, queer platonic relationship.

“Step out! Hello, we are Stay Kids, and we are here today with Teen Vogue! And today we're gonna try out the Compliment Battle.” This is Jeongin's worst nightmare.

Words: 9,401

Completed: ✅

🐰Minhyang 🦊

Moved By You

Rated: E

Alternate Universe - Non-Famous.

Jeongin is shy and clumsy — this he knows. Which begs the question; Why the heck does he think signing up for a dance class is a good idea? Well, aside from the fact that Hyunjin's gorgeous dance teacher Minho said he should. And the fact that he's drunk off his ass while staring at the sign-up sheet. Perhaps he should? Hell, he can do this, right? He can impress Minho. Right?

Words: 14,587

Completed: ✅

🐺 Chansung🐿️

Under Your Skin

Rated: E

Alternate Universe - Non-Famous. Childhood friends to lovers.

Jisung lets himself be touched. Kissed. Girls, guys, doesn’t matter. He feels like he knows everything about the world. It doesn’t mean shit. Because they’re not him. They’re not Bang Chan. How pathetic, to fall in love after a single smile. Jisung doesn’t even try to get over it.

Words: 34,284

Completed: ✅

🐶 Seungyang🦊

Et Ensomt Tjern (A Lonely Pond)

Rated: E

Viking AU. Mythical Beings & Creatures. Norwegian Mythology & Folklore.

Seungmin has never held much stock in wanderer’s tales or myths, but when he constantly finds himself feeling watched after moving to a cottage in the deep forest, it’s hard not to at least consider it. Especially when he swears he keeps seeing the shadowed silhouette of what looks like a man with a fox tail swinging behind him.

Perhaps he's just gone mad?

Completed: ❌

🐶Seungsung🐿️

Objectively, Of Course.

with @anautumncarol

Rated: T

Alternate Universe - Non-Famous. Strangers to lovers.

In which Seungmin is willing to admit that his dorm-mate isn't super bad-looking, and not not kinda cute, even if he is annoying as hell. Objectively, of course, because Seungmin is nothing if not a level-headed scholar.

Words: 7,851

Completed: ✅

🐷🐰 3RACHA 🐺🐿️

What Makes It So Special

Rated: E

Inspired by art.

Canon Compliant. Established poly relationship.

Jisung is staring. These late night working sessions are prone to get the best of him. It's late, he hasn't slept for a while, hasn't left this room in hours, it's hot… Hot enough that Chan at one point forgoes his shirt. Hot enough that Changbin's thigh feels like a space heater pressed against Jisung’s own where they're slumped on Chan’s bed, leaning against the headboard. He doesn't stand a chance, really.

Words: 7,043

Completed: ✅

Between Us

Rated: E

Alternate Universe - Non-Famous. Hybrids. Omegaverse.

Chan's tail keeps wagging and wagging, looking at Jisung with wide, astonished eyes. Changbin nudges him with his elbow. "Dude, control that thing, would you?" "I dunno what’s happening." "Hi Bin! So, this is the boyfriend Chan, huh?"

Words: 18,618

Completed: ✅

🐶🐰 2minjeongchan 🦊🐺

Right Under My Nose

with @amiandthechaos. Inspired by art.

Rated: E

Alternate Universe - Non-Famous. Hybrids. Omegaverse.

Dog-hybrids are weird, Minho has always thought so, but somehow he has ended up living with three of them. Three omegas to boot. Maybe it's because he's a cat-hybrid himself that he doesn’t really get their deal; The tail-wagging, and the sniffing, and the sleeping in a big pile, but he’s somehow made his peace with it. That is until all three of them collectively decide to start sniffing him, like he is the most interesting thing on the planet despite the fact that he is most likely just an unpresented beta.

Words: 34,103

Completed: ✅

🐺🐰🐷🐰🥟 Drabbles 🐿️🐥🐶🦊

Six Minutes 'till Midnight

🐿️/

Rated: T

Canon compliant, fluff, birthday traditions, soulmate au

Words: 1,153

Would You Be So Kind, As To Fall In Love With Me?

🐰/🐺

There's something so oddly juxtaposing about Minho patting his head, Chan thinks. Minho makes him feel so many things.

Words: 849

Yeah, Kinda.

🦊/🐿️

Jisung purses his lips, leans in with his eyebrows raised, eyes gleaming mischief. "Kiss me."

God, he's so relentless. He just won't quit, will he? Has no respect for the fact that if Jeongin kisses him once, he might never be able to stop. Stupid. Jeongin kisses his own fingers, then presses them to the back of Jisung's hand, mutters "There," then raises his phone back up to keep scrolling.

Words: 2,136

Taking Turns

🦊x everyone

Rated: T

bebepieuvre once said that "if Jeongin's hyungs aren't taking turns kissing him then 😡 😤 😠"

I agree. Big-time.

Words: 2,254

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