#skz dads chvnnie

[chvnnie]

Jisung couldn’t wait. His knees bounced, trying to distract himself with the track in front of him. Clicking away with his mouse, letting the unheard music play over and over again in his headphones.

Today was the day. Everything would change after two pm. He tried to busy himself around the house; cleaning the bedroom, doing some laundry. Even went out for a jog. So out of character for him.

But when something this big is happening, he can’t control how…different he acts.

SMUT — MINORS DNI

It’s thirty past two. His phone is dry (it doesn’t help that he checked it not even a minute ago). Jisung is starting to get antsy; why hasn’t he heard anything? Have you heard anything? What is taking so long that you can’t even shoot him a quick text. Fuck, he’d take even a thumbs up emoji right now.

Restart the song. Tweak it. Wait. Wait, and wait, and wait—

Until there’s a tap on his shoulder. The headphones are all but torn from his skull, whipping his chair around quickly to come face to face with you.

Jisung’s reaction makes you giggle, hands lovingly cupping his chubby cheeks. “Hi, did I scare you?”

Eyes like saucers, he shakes his head. “Did you find out?”

Your teeth dig into your bottom lip, corners turning up into a soft smile. It’s been hard for the both of you, waiting for this clearance. The restless nights, a heavy pit in your stomach that you can’t extinguish. All of it is either painful or uncomfortable, leaving you lying on your belly as you cry into your pillow. Jisung so gently stroking your back, reassuring you that it’s over soon.

The timer has ticked. Time is up.

“I still might be a little sensitive.” You say softly, pushing strands of hair that had fallen out of his ponytail back. “But—“

Jisung has spent all day wasting time. Trying to get the clock to move a little fucking faster. He can’t take anymore waiting. Hands on your hips, he tugs you into his lap, the chair leaning back with your combined weight. Your lips clash, a quick but affectionate motion of tongue and teeth making you both groan into each other. The kisses of relief, of joy. Of knowing that finally, finally the two of you can love each other in ways you only know how.

“Where is she?” Jisung breaks the kiss long enough to ask, though his lips never leave your body. They pepper gently across your jawline, body trembling in his hold. “Do I need to call my mom?”

You giggle. “I already dropped her off with Minho. You’re not the only one who needs this, Sung.”

Four months. Four months and some change since he last touched you, felt you. Back then she wasn’t here yet, your belly warm under his hands as he gently rocked into you. There were so many tears that night, from you and him. Kisses that neither of you could get enough of, enjoying your last moments before you wouldn’t get a chance like this for a while.

While is up.

His grin is contagious, head rolling back against his chair as he chuckles happily. Fuck, he’s so excited. He can’t explain how giddy this makes him — it’s like the first time all over again, but better.

So much fucking better.

“He’ll keep her all night?”

You raise a brow, chuckling as you lean down. It’s your turn to pepper his face with kisses. “Or until we go pick her up. She’s only next door. Why? Did you plan for this to go all night?”

“Maybe. Is that a problem?”

“Hm, no.” Your teeth scrap against his neck, bringing a low moan from him. “But we better get started if that’s the case.”

Seconds. Maybe five. That’s how long it takes before you’re pinned to the ground, a fit of giggles as your partner buries his face in your neck. He’s scrunching up your dress, hands exploring your perfect body. Stretch marks and all — you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever seen.

Jisung is so lucky to love you.

Fingers hook around the waistband of your panties right as he looks up at you. Hair fanned around you, bright eyes and a lazy smile. God, he’s crazy about you.

“I’ll take my time later.” He promises, moving the fabric slowly down your thighs. “But right now I just need to feel you.”

You cup his face again, fingers creeping back to release his shaggy hair. It’s frames his face perfectly; chubby cheeks and galaxies in his eyes. The most wonderful person, partner, father. And he’s all yours.

“And I you, my love.”

Jisung smiles before he kisses you, quickly removing your clothes and pushing down his sweats. He grabs the base of his cock, pushing it through your folds slowly to collect your slick. Fuck, you’re so warm, so—

You’re wincing in the kiss when he’s near your entrance, fingers clutching onto your hair.

“Is this alright?” He breaks from your lips to whisper.

You nod quickly, taking a deep breath. “Just be gentle.”

“Of course, petal.” Kisses on the corners of your lips, nose nuzzling against your cheeks. “Tell me if it’s too much.”

A kiss to his cheek is your response. An encouragement to go ahead. Why take it any slower?

Eyes locked, Jisung aligns his cock with your center once more. When you smile softly, that’s when he begins to push in. It’s a slow movement, careful to not cause too much damage as he stretches you out again. But also to take in this feeling, remember how much he fucking loves it. How close to you it makes him feel, how comforting it is to be inside you.

“You feel so nice.” He whispers, smiling down at you. “Is this okay?”

You return the smile. “You can go faster if you’d like.”

Fuck, he’d love to. His hips quicken just slightly, not stopping until he literally has no choice but to. Your jaw drops lazily, pretty moans spilling from your lips. Walls fluttering around him.

Your body is like home. God, how he’s longed for you.

“Fuck.” You whimper, eyes fluttering shut. “Sung, so good—“

“I know.” He says breathlessly, hands flexing around your hips. There are tears stinging his eyes — in all the ways he knows to love you, this is one of the most raw. The most beautiful. The most powerful. It’s earth shattering to be here again, his either chest caving in. It’s the best feeling in the world, one that brings tears to his eyes. “You’re divine.”

He needs a moment. To savor this, to enjoy the feeling of being so deeply connected to you. This. This is love in its purest form.

How could he waste this time?

Tears roll down his cheeks, dropping off his chin on your face. The feeling has your eyes opening, brows narrowing in concern as you quickly wipe his tears away. “Jisung—“

“I’m alright.” He reassures you quickly. “I just—fuck, I just adore you.”

For you, he’d steal the stars.

“I love you.” You whisper, lip trembling as your own tears start to form. “Fuck, you’re my everything, Jisung.”

It’s time to move. His cock is begging him, needing to feel the friction. To feel more of you. Slowly, he pulls out, but not too far. He wants this fragment of time to last.

“And you mine, my love.”

There’s no way either of you will last too long. You’re both well aware of it without even speaking it — it’s been too long. Too much time spent away from each other. It’s like the first time all over again, but in such a different reality. The first time as parents, the first time after such a long time.

There’s more than one first. How magical is it that you get to experience it all with Jisung?

He’s starting to sweat, hands on either side of your head as he picks up the speed just a little bit. There’s a fuzzy feeling in his center, the rope tightening as he gets closer and closer to euphoria.

A hand slides under one of his. Fingers flexing around it. When he looks at you, everything just makes sense.

“With me?”

It’s such an easy answer. “Always.”

[katieraven]

𝕗𝕚𝕔 𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕤

aalright here we go! since i got into kpop i've collected quite an amount of just really fucking good fanfic by some amazing writers so do check them out if you feel like it!

legend:

smut ⛓

fluff 🥀

angst 🦋

𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓎 𝓀𝒾𝒹𝓈

𝕠𝕥𝟠

stray kids as dads 🥀 - @chvnnie summary: a day in the life of dad!stray kids

𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟

hatefuck with chan ⛓🦋 - @ballelino summary: your love-hate relationship with chan turns more into the former than the latter

[02:12 am - chan] ⛓ - @stay-corner summary: i don't even know how to describe this just know it's one of the best smut scenes i've ever read and one of the first skz fics i found and i love it with all my being

complicated ⛓ - @ballelino summary: when your date takes you home, things get a little bit complicated once you realize you know his roommate

american whiskey ⛓🥀🦋 - @staywrds summary: If you think that him seeing your nudes ruined his night… Then, truly, Chan is deep, deep into the friendzone and there is nothing he can do about it.

be my escape ⛓🥀 - @chvnnie summary: life sucks. you don't.

a bad rep ⛓ - @lixtokki summary: the premise is you're a serial orgasm faker. chris takes it as a challenge.

high (all the time) 🥀 - @rachaminhoe summary: jisung always says they did their best work when high. you just didn’t believe them.

hoodies ⛓🥀🦋 - @chvnnie summary: best friend movie night takes an unexpected turn when you start a show jisung recommended.

3racha as rockstars 🦋- @rachalixie summary: simple concept. rockstar!3racha fluff. i love this with my whole heart.

𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕙𝕠

call me when you're sober ⛓🦋 - @chvnnie summary: the line that divides love and hate is so blurry when it comes to minho.

dance lessons - @rachaminhoe summary: imagine minho gives you dance lessons. no really. imagine it.

can't get you off my mind - @rachalixie summary: classic you-meet-minho-at-a-party-and-he-takes-your-breath-away trope

[rec.] ⛓ - @chvnnie summary: it was only a matter of time before minho invited himself into your live streams.

safe ⛓️🦋 - @amethystwrytes

summary: a broke ER nurse offers up her services to a large crime organization in exchange for much higher pay and benefits that are unconventional, but lucrative. the life proves to be questionable at best, and downright isolating at worst which leaves her feeling unsure, unstable and dangerous. 

𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕓𝕚𝕟

complicated ⛓ - @ballelino summary: when your date takes you home, things get a little bit complicated once you realize you know his roommate

channie doesn't know ⛓🥀 - @chvnnie summary: the greatest mistake changbin has ever made.

3racha as rockstars 🦋- @rachalixie summary: simple concept. rockstar!3racha fluff. i love this with my whole heart.

𝕛𝕚𝕤𝕦𝕟𝕘

let go ⛓🥀🦋 - @stayboba summary: Your feelings for Jisung and the jealousy you have for a certain staff member cause you to distance yourself from him, until one night the truth comes out…

complicated ⛓ - @ballelino summary: when your date takes you home, things get a little bit complicated once you realize you know his roommate

the bet ⛓ - @chvnnie summary: hyunjin and jisung make a bet. the prize? you.

dream ⛓🥀 - @chvnnie summary: the world has been against you lately, but jisung will always be there to keep you safe.

3racha as rockstars 🦋- @rachalixie summary: simple concept. rockstar!3racha fluff. i love this with my whole heart.

𝕤𝕖𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕞𝕚𝕟

cereal 🥀 - @rachalixie summary: domestic morning fluff

𝕙𝕪𝕦𝕟𝕛𝕚𝕟

the bet ⛓ - @chvnnie summary: hyunjin and jisung make a bet. the prize? you.

just stay with me ⛓🥀🦋- @staywrds summary: It's time for the yearly winter getaway organized by your boss. You haven't participated in a little while, but this year you're determined to spend some quality time with your coworkers.

𝕗𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕩

safe ⛓️🦋 - @amethystwrytes

summary: a broke ER nurse offers up her services to a large crime organization in exchange for much higher pay and benefits that are unconventional, but lucrative. the life proves to be questionable at best, and downright isolating at worst which leaves her feeling unsure, unstable and dangerous.

skyway avenue ⛓🥀 - @chvnnie summary: who knew a skateboard crash could make felix feel so alive?

𝒷𝓉𝓈

𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕛𝕠𝕠𝕟

substance ⛓🥀🦋 - @reliablemitten summary: you meet kim namjoon at the library during a yearlong fellowship in seoul. you’ve never heard of bts, but you like him. is there a place in his life for you?

𝕛𝕚𝕞𝕚𝕟

build a boyfriend ⛓🥀🦋 - @amethystwritesbts summary: When your heart is broken after a devastating breakup and you need a date so you don’t look as pathetic as you feel - what’s a girl to do?

batteries ⛓ - @amethystwritesbts summary: your sex life has been lackluster, much to the dismay of your roommate, who makes it his mission to show you sex can - and should - be amazing.

𝕛𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕜𝕠𝕠𝕜

elite chatboy ⛓ - @kookingtae summary: welcome to elite chatroom, a sex chat company with a wide variety of services such as text messaging, phone call, and video chat. you signed up online for the most basic text service plan not knowing what to expect, but you certainly didn’t think you’d end up actually liking the man behind the screen.

[chvnnie]

in my brain every day is: dad!chan SPECIFICALLY girl dad chan🥹🥹 and husband chan, waking up and doing your morning routine with him, & watching him pack his little girls lunches, and him singing them to sleep and

DAD CHAN IS SUPERIOR FOR A REASON.

He wrote the book on how to be a dad — not literally, but he is working on one.

There’s praise from every direction. You, his friends, strangers. Everyone loves to talk about how good of a dad he is. Attentive, engaging. Loving and kind. But at the base of that, Chan knows what makes him a good dad is that he’s a great partner.

It all starts with you. You, the person who hung the stars. The person who can make him smile even on days where smiling doesn’t feel right. The person who holds him when he cries, who is by his side when he’s sick, who cheers with him when he’s happy.

You, You, You. You’re the foundation of Chan.

“Sleep in tomorrow.” He tells you one night. His arms are locked around your waist, lips brushing against your bare shoulder. Chan pushed the strap of your pajama shirt down a while ago.

“I’ve slept in all week, Chan.” You say with an airy laugh, skin tingling as his lips make their way to your neck.

“Hm, sleep more. You deserve it.”

It’s hard to argue when his kisses are so soft, a large hand sliding up your shirt. Eyes fluttering shut, you allow yourself to melt in your husband’s touch. This is what you get to experience every night. His careful kisses, the way he knows just how to—

It’s like on cue that the door to your bedroom kicks open. Chan looks up from your neck, adjusting the strap of your shirt. “What’s going on—“

“Nightmare.” Your oldest daughter says simply, making her way to the bed without another word. In her wake stands the smaller, younger one.

“And you?” You ask as the oldest makes herself at home in your bed.

“I don’t want to be alone.”

You look back at Chan, who is shrugging. There’s no use fighting things like this.

“Fine. But I get to sleep next to mom.” Your husband says, the girls complaining under their breath.

By the morning, everyone had shuffled. Chan is somehow at your feet, his head resting on your ankles. Your oldest is laying across the bed, her feet resting on your stomach while the youngest is clinging to you. The grip to strong to shake.

Just a moment. That’s all you want. Just a moment to enjoy the feeling of this love, a love that you only get to feel because of the man at your feet.

Chan. Chan is the base of it all.

The alarm is shrill. The girls have their father’s groan, hands rubbing their eyes or flipping onto their stomachs in protest. Nobody wants to wake up for school.

“Alright.” Chan grumbles, but makes no effort to move. Instead, his arms wrap around your calves. Holding still. “Baby, I think the girls are too sick to go to school.”

You chuckle, threading your fingers through the child closest to you’s hair. “I think they’re okay—“

“No.” Your oldest’s words are muffled by the mattress. “‘m so sick, momma.”

“Yeah.” The youngest doesn’t even open her eyes as she fakes a cough. “So sick.”

Maybe you’ll get more than just a moment.

a/n: the girls were a lil older in this BUT I HOPE THIS IS WORKS 🥺

[chvnnie]

dad minho pls smth short :)

only for you >:(

me, not even five minutes ago: my weakness in my asks are dad skz

anny, sitting across the couch from me: hehehehe

Minho is sitting on the floor, back against the couch. Feet flat, knees up and pressed together. The baby covers the expanse of his thighs; beanie clad head resting on his knees while her legs scrunch, feet pressing on his stomach.

So tiny. So perfect. Only a few days together, and he’s convinced nothing in this world will ever compare to her. Pieced together, made of star and beams of bright light. Sleeping on his leg, making teeny noises as her eyes twitch.

“What are you dreaming about?” His voice is lighter than air, hands cupping her tiny head. His thumb traces the edge of the beanie, her name lovingly stitched onto the deep purple fabric.

She has his nose. That was the first thing he noticed when the doctor laid her on your chest, face scrunched as cried for the first time. It may have been too soon to tell, maybe his ego is big—

“Min.” Your eyes are watery when you beam up at your husband, cradling your newborn to your bare chest. “She’s your twin.”

It’s like every good part of him was taken into consideration during her creation. Minho can’t seem to fathom it; how could he have helped bring life to the brightest star in the universe?

She starts to stretch, little arms curling up towards her shoulders. Small smacks of her lips, head rolling to the other side.

“Is nap time over?”

A little scrunch of her nose. Protest. Minho chuckles, learning down to kiss her soft forehead.

How has he only known her for five days, yet it feels like a lifetime?

The soft sound of your footsteps echos through the quiet house. “Is she still snoozing?”

Minho hums. His head moves like he’s going to look at you, but fuck, how could he ever stop staring at her? Awe isn’t a good enough word. Is he even worthy of being her father?

You sit down next to him, resting your head on his shoulder. The bright light in the center of the room covering you, pulling you in as it did him. Your pointer fingers gently rubs the back of her hand until it opens, tiny fist wrapping around her mother’s finger.

“How are you feeling?” Minho asks, tearing himself away from hypnosis long enough to kiss the top of your head.

“Achy. Thanks for letting me take a bath—“

“Oh, stop.” He clicks his tongue, though there’s no malicious. “Silly things like that don’t deserve thanks. You are allowed time to yourself, love.”

When you smile, he sees her. Lips curling in a similar fashion, cheeks rounding out. While she only got the absolute perfect parts of him, she got everything of you.

The sun who taught the star how to shine.

“How did we get so lucky?”

Minho has never stopped asking himself that.

The knock on the door is light, yet it still startles the baby. Barely making a fuss, her eyes start to blink open. Unhappy about her nap being cut so short.

But that bitterness is short lived. The second Minho hands her to you, she lights up again. Happy little coos as Mama snuggles her close. Papa walks up to the door, not even having to check to know who’s out there.

“Let me see the baby.” Is all Seungmin says before he pushes his way into the house, making a beeline to the sink to wash his hands.

“Nah, it’s cool, she wasn’t sleeping or anything.”

“I won’t wait another day!”

The puppy’s hands are clean, practically bouncing over to where you’re sitting on the ground. Leaving the entire group he left with behind at the front door. With a roll of his eyes, Minho turns to his friends, greeting all of them with hugs. Changbin brought a giant box of diapers — “My wife wouldn’t let me leave the house without them.” He says before dropping the heavy box by the door. “It should last you a good…ten years.” — while Felix brought baked goods. Jisung’s baby is strapped to his chest, her hair sticking up in every direction (“You know I can’t leave the house without her.”). Finally, he greets Chan.

“How are you feeling?” His older friend asks as he hugs him.

“I’m good.” Minho claps his back, breaking from the hold. He takes a step back to let him inside before shutting the door. “Still doesn’t feel…real.”

Chan smiles at him. “It won’t for a while.” Following his gaze, the new father’s breath is taken away at the sight. Starlight, smiling up at the planets huddled around her. Bouncing in the arms of the sun. “And honestly, that’s the best part.”

The entire universe on earth. Just for Minho.

[chvnnie]

Can you please write about dilf seungmin? I just can’t sleep without it.

it’s been a while since i posted — so why not start with my literally brand?

…I also made it spicy. Oops.

Seungmin looks good in a suit.

This isn’t like, brand new information. Simply a statement; he looks good in a suit.

Your husband looks good in a suit.

SMUT — MINORS DNI

What makes him look even better, in your opinion, is the way he puts the baby carrier on. Fingers flexing, veins popping in his hands as he adjusts the straps. Fixes the buckles. Make sure everything is secure before he puts your son in there. There’s just something about the way his fingers glide down the strap, pulling it tightly—

“You’re staring.” He interrupts your thoughts, not even looking up from what he’s doing. It slipped your mind that he’s standing in front of the mirror, and you’re right in his line of sight.

You clear your throat, distracting yourself with the sleeve on your dress. “Sorry.” You mumble.

“Hm.” Checking that everything is on him correctly, Seungmin turns around. “Are you?”

Why is he talking to you like this? Why is his voice so low? Was it a good idea to wear a long sleeved dress? Okay, it’s snowing outside, but the way your husband’s words are affecting make you feel like you’re on fire.

Red and pink-ish flames dance across your body, swirling like a tornado of fire. Engulfing you and forcing you to given into the sensation.

“Maybe.” The strand you were toying with becomes irrelevant, head tilting up to meet your husband’s gaze. He’s taken a few steps closer to you, eyes dark and turned downward. Another match strikes. “Would it be so wrong if I was?”

Tongue in cheek, he huffs a small laugh. Faster than lightening, a hand grips your chin. Tilting it up. Forcing your gaze to stay in place. “When you look at me like that,” his thumb slides up, finding the center of your bottom lip. Slowly, he begins to stroke it, smearing the red lipstick you just applied, “you know I can’t help myself.”

The birthday dinner is in less than an hour. If you don’t leave now, you run the risk of being late — but the baby is still asleep, snoring over the monitor in the next room over.

Sounds like a perfect excuse.

Your mouth forms around the digit, eyes locked with his as you slowly brush your thumbs across it. Not stopping until the mouth meets the knuckle, only to pull out just as slow.

“Don’t, then.”

Playing with fire is never wise. But sometimes, the burn is too delightful.

Seungmin’s other hand grips the nape of your neck, forcing you from your seat on the bed to your knees. They brush against his loafers, the only thing stopping your skin from bruising.

The thumb that was in your mouth moves across your cheek, painting your skin with the lipstick you so carefully applied. “All I’ve wanted was to make a mess of you tonight.” He says in a low whisper, slapping your cheek softly. Enough to make the blaze burn brighter. “You make losing myself too easy.”

His belt buckle jingles, blending with your gentle laugh as you smile up at him. Though he acts like he’s playing with you, in reality he’s given you exactly what you wanted. Feeding into your will without really even knowing.

Who knew all it took was a stare?

Seungmin pushed his pants down just enough to free his cock. It bounces out, hard and heavy like it was seconds from tearing a hole in his slacks. He grasps the base of it, slowly working his hand up and down. The thumb that is lipstick stained brushes over the tip. Making a mess of himself.

Your tongue rolls out, waiting for patiently for your husband to finish teasing you. To give you both what you know you can’t go another second without.

His smile is breathtaking. “Good girl.” He coos, finally sliding his cock in your mouth. The deeper it goes, the louder he groans. The fire moving to his body, and he’s in no rush to put it out.

Savoring the feeling of your throat, Seungmin is slow to pull out. Not wanting to even thrust — just to sit there, let his cock hit the back of your throat and listen to you choke on it. Everything about it is perfect. The warmth, the closeness.

You. Your watery, wide eyes. Face stained with lipstick, mascara close to follow.

“I love you.” He mumbles softly, the thrust starting slow and deep. He doesn’t go far before he diving back in, craving more and more. “I fucking love you.”

Bodies aflame, molding into one. There’s a tenderness that only Seungmin possesses, an ability to make even moments like this feel like heaven.

Your tongue swirls around the base of his cock. It twitches in your mouth, the feeling making his knees buckle. Fuck, everything about this is perfect. His fingers thread in your hair, holding your head still as he rocks his hips a lip faster. Rougher.

Spit starts to leak from your mouth. Down it rolls, clinging briefly to your chin before it drops onto the ground. His shoes. Your lap. Sloppy, messy.

Perfect.

“You take my cock so good.” He groans, head rolling back as he picks up the speed. Not one usually for words in the moment, you soak up the compliment. Bouncing a bit on your knees as you tighten your throat until he’s moaning your name. Spilling from his mouth like a prayer. “Fuck, that’s it. Fuck—“

He cums hard and fast. There isn’t even a second to warn you before it’s spilling in your mouth. Seungmin stares at you as he empties out, watching you swallow around his cock. You look so beautiful when you’re such a mess for him.

Carefully, he pulls himself out, stuffing the still hard member in his boxers. He falls to his knees in front of you, not even bothering to buckle his pants before he cups your face. Peppering it with kisses, whispering praise and thanks. Apologies for ruining your makeup—

Your hands wrap around his wrists, holding him close as you smile at him. “I love you, too.” You say softly, pressing your lips against his. “I—“

The monitor on the bedside table lights up, the sound of cries filling the room. You both huff a laugh, lost in each other’s gaze for just one more second. Just a little bit longer of just the two of you.

“I’ve got him.” You say, only to be held still by your husband.

“No, I’ll get him.” He brushes his lips against your cheeks once before he stands. “Go fix your makeup, unless you want to go to dinner like that.”

“I think it’s a look, no?” You tease, pulling yourself onto your feet.

“God, don’t start unless you want to be tied to the bed for the rest of the night.”

It’s not an empty threat. You desperately want to see it through. Smiling, you send him away, going into the en-suite to reapply to your lipstick. Clean the mess that Seungmin made.

Your husband looks good in a suit. It’s a fact. But when you walk out into the living room, getting the perfect view of him bouncing the baby against his chest. Singing and tickling the little boy’s feet until he’s a fit of giggles, you realize that as good as he looks in a suit — he looks better as a dad.

[chvnnie]

No cause now I'm thinking about dad Chan who loves his two little girls so much but is sooooo excited when he finds out they're finally having a boy 🫠

sigh. i fucking love dad chan sm.

His girls are his world. For years he’s worn the Girl Dad hat (metaphorically and literally, it’s his favorite cap to wear) proudly. From painting nails to braiding hair, tea parties to makeovers, there’s nothing he would ever want more in his life.

In his opinion, Chan has the best life. Two perfect girls, a wonderful partner, a job that fulfills him. It doesn’t get better than this.

Head on your lap, his eyes flutter shut as your fingers work through his curls. Softly massaging them after a long day of work and recitals and dance practice. He’s leaning into his comfort, head turning just a bit to the side to kiss your swelling belly.

“I wonder what she’ll be like.” He mumbles against your skin. “There’s such a gap between her and her sisters.”

You laugh softly. “Chan, we don’t know if it’s a girl or not.”

His eyes open, widely blinking at you. Really, he never considered the possibility of a boy. Girl Dad. That’s what his title has always been. “Right, but it probably will be.”

You shrug, hands softly moving down to cup his cheeks. “Maybe. But I have a different feeling than I did with the girls.”

That makes him sit up, head almost a little dizzy. The idea of having a son — it isn’t a bad feeling. He’s watch Changbin with his twins, Jeongin with his baby. They love their boys more than anything. Chan has always wondered what it feels like. Having more than just girls.

But then there’s Jisung, who is so obsessed with his daughter that he hardly leaves the house without her strapped to his chest. And Minho, who has literally threatened to kill all of them if they even so much as think of giving her a snack that wasn’t approved by him.

And Felix, who decided two kids was plenty. Who has his girl with freckles that mirror his own and his boy with a smile that’s brighter than the sun.

What’s it like, to have both?

“A boy.” Chan mumbles, mostly to himself. Hands spreading across your belly, tracing the stretch marks gently. You need lotion before bed. He’s got to be sure he remembers that. “How do you think the girls would feel?”

You grab your husband’s hands, squeezing them tight. Worries always fade at your touch.

“I think they’d love him more than we could ever understand.”

///

You always look so uncomfortable during an ultrasound. Head rolled against the exam table, eyes shut and face furrowed as the doctor squeezes the cool gel on your stomach. Without looking, your hand finds Chan’s. Squeezing it tightly.

“What have we decided?” The doctor makes light conversation, her hands working the gel across the lower part of your belly. “Do we want to know?”

This is when you look at Chan, blinking softly. You do. You don’t want to be surprised. He was the one who couldn’t decide, convinced the new baby was going to be a girl.

Girl Dad. Like he’s always been.

“Yeah.” The conversation from a few days ago is in the front of his mind. “Yeah, we want to know.”

Chan brings your hand to his lips, kissing it softly.

It’s quiet as the doctor works, the sound of the heartbeat filling the tiny room. She hums to herself, a smile spreading when she finds the tiny baby. “Looks like they’re doing alright. Developing nicely.”

Relief washes over you, shoulders relaxing on the uncomfortable table. “That’s good.”

“What are you wanting?” The doctor asks, curiously looking at the two of you.

You answer quickly. “It doesn’t matter, really. But I’d like a boy.”

She nods before looking at your husband. “And you, dad?”

Girl Dad. What he always has been, and probably always will be.

Right?

“I—“ He looks down at you. You, who always seems to have a love filled gaze when you look at him. You, the best mother for his children that he could ever ask for. You, who makes the idea of not being exclusively a Girl Dad not so intimidating. “I’m not sure.”

His ears are ringing. Skin feels tight. The longer the doctor takes, the more nervous he’s getting. Chan doesn’t think it’s a bad nervous. A nervous that makes him want to throw up, or cry, or scream.

A nervous that fills his heart. A nervous that is welcomed.

“Congratulations.” The doctor turns the screen, letting you both take a peek. “Your first boy.”

It’s a boy.

A boy.

Chan’s eyes widen, steadily filling with tears. Bottom lip trembling. On the screen is a little bitty bean, floating around in your stomach. A tiny little bean, who isn’t the girl he was expecting. The girl he was waiting on.

God, his heart feels like it could explode it’s beating so fast. “A boy?” It comes out as a horse whisper.

You look up at Chan, tears already falling down tour face. “A boy.”

He loves his girls. They’re his world, his everything. Nothing could ever compare to the unwavering, earth shattering love he feels for them.

And now. Now he has this boy, who stops time. Who he knows nothing about, but is dying to see what he’s like. His son, his little tiny, perfect son.

A boy. He sinks to his knees next to you, lips quickly finding yours. Wet cheeks pressed against each other, emotions intertwined. The love that’s in this room is overwhelming, thick.

Everything.

[chvnnie]

im extremely mentally ill

bro CAN WE JUST TALK ABOUT HOW THIS MAN IS THE LITERAL DEFINITION OF A DILF.

idk how i got where i did. this isn’t good. don’t read it it’s so bad but god my mind is going crazy.

Like everyone is well aware of it. You, your friends, strangers on the street. It would be hard not to notice him; effortlessly handsome even when he’s dressed down. Curls puffing out of his hat, twisting up the side of it. The sleeves of his shirt are a little too tight — the fabric stretches every time his involuntary flexes.

God, sometimes you even find yourself staring. You’ve always been head over heels for him, but something about…seeing Chan as a father…

It’s literally just breakfast and you’re already having to fan yourself. He sits across from you, your daughter sleeping soundly against his chest. Your husband hums as he flips through the menu, eyes tracing each word carefully.

His hand flexes. Is it too early to ask for the check?

“What are you getting?” Chan doesn’t look up from the menu.

“Um.” You clear your throat, shaky hands reaching for your glass of water. “I’m not sure yet.”

When he finally looks at you, eyes lighting at the mere sight of the love of his life, he smiles. “Well, what are you hungry for?”

You. “I’m not really—um—too hungry.”

What has gotten into you? Your skin is on fire as if it isn’t almost below freezing outside, your nerves bleeding through your skin like this isn’t your fucking husband.

Your husband. Who now has a hand on his daughter’s head, leaning down to kiss the top of it.

“You need to eat something, baby.” His other hand takes yours. Softly strokes your knuckles. “It’s important to fuel your body.”

Eating is the last thing you want to do right now. If anything, being in the restaurant is nearly suffocating. The urge to be home with your husband, feeling his hands run over your body is all you need for fuel.

“You’re spacey today.” Chan squeezes your hand. “Want to talk about—“

“Can we go home?”

The question catches him off guard, wide eyes blinking as he processes it. “Yeah, of course but why?”

“Because if I spend one more second without you inside me, I’m going to lose my fucking mind.”

Chan chuckles softly, tongue peeking out to wet his lips. Letting go of your hand, he looks up at the right moment. The waitress, who hasn’t been able to keep her eyes off him either, is headed your way. She barely gets to the table.

“Check, please.”

[chvnnie]

on the topic of dad!skz. dad!minho picking out a itty bitty kitty halloween costume for his baby girl with the softest little cat ears, a floofy tail and he finds a little makeup pen that he researches and researches to make sure it's okay to put on her skin because he wants to draw whiskers on her but not if it's going to hurt her!!!! and he walks home with the biggest smile on his face and gets home so excited to show you what he bought - only to see you putting your daughter into a puppy costume you bought earlier that day.

the days leading up to halloween are spent with bickering over which costume she should be in (minho almost foaming at the mouth because cats are his thing how can his daughter n o t be in a cat costume) and on the day she ends up in???? (this is where you come in bc i really can't think of denying minho anything)

Seungmin is behind this. Somehow, Minho hasn’t really figured it out yet. He just knows it’s his fault because who else could have convinced you of this?

“Ha-ha. Very funny.” He says with the most humorless expression on his face. “Where he is?”

You furrow your brows. “Who?”

“Ah, come on. What other puppy do we know?” Minho gestures at his daughter on the ground, ironically chasing her fake tail.

It clicks, and you can’t help but laugh. “Minho, you’re joking.”

Blank face. He’s not even joking a little bit. Sighing, you stand up from the couch, walking right past him towards the kitchen.

“Think what you want, Minho, but I do have the ability to make my own decisions.”

When you get into bed that night, you don’t face him. Rolling over to stare out the window instead.

He really didn’t think that you’d be this mad about it. More than anything, Minho thought it was a silly joke. Like ha ha ha, Seungmin weaseled his way into dressing his daughter as a dog. Did he do that with Jisung’s daughter, too? Changbin’s boys? It’s so in character that it was easy to just believe it.

But he can tell with how you’ve acted with him since he got home — only really talking to your daughter, insisting on doing bath and bed by yourself — it was a stupid thought that he shouldn’t have ran with.

“Hey.” He rolls on his side towards you, a hand on your shoulder. “Come on, talk to me.”

“I’m tired, Minho.” It’s a lie — the bed is shaking with how jittery your legs are.

“I’m not going to drop it.” Minho says plainly. “You know that.”

With a sigh, you sit up, knees to your chest. Not really looking at him and instead fiddling with your sweatshirt. “Fine. It made me mad that you reacted like that to her costume.”

Minho smiles sadly, reaching for your hand. If you keep playing with that thread, you’ll ruin that shirt, and he knows it’s your favorite thing to sleep in as the weather turns. Though reluctant, you let him take your hand. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have treated it like a joke—“

“She looked really cute and I thought you would really like it.” There’s a cry catching in your throat, one that you’re desperately trying to swallow down. Minho’s heart shatters when he hears how much it upset you.

Bringing your hand to his lips, he slowly presses his lips to your palm. Peppering them around the hand; the tops, the wrist, over your wedding ring. “She did look very cute.”

“She always looks cute.”

The way you say it, with such a pout, makes Minho giggle a little. He shuffles in the bed, lying his head on your knees to get a better look at you. “It’s because she looks like you.”

Ah, there you go. The corners of your lips peeking up before you remember why you’re so upset. “Stop with that cheesy bullshit—“

“It’s true! If she looked like me…sheesh.”

You move too quick for him to catch, grabbing the pillow you’re propped up on and hitting him with it. Minho tries to pull it from your hands, ready for revenge, but you won’t give.

“Say that again and I’ll hit you HARDER next time.”

“Oooooh, so scary. So big and tough with your pillow, huh?”

Minho gives up on trying to take your pillow.

And grabs one of his own.

///

It’s your turn to walk into a surprise. Less than a week left until Halloween, and there’s your daughter. Sitting in the high chair as her father, your husband, delicately traces lines from her nose.

“What is this?”

While Minho is still, it makes Jisung jump. The baby in his lap crying from the sudden movement. “Sheesh, knock next time.”

Your brows raise. “It’s my? Home? What’s going on here?”

Jisung looks from you to Minho, spinning the baby is his lap around so you can see. A pretty little heart painted on the tip of her nose, teeny whiskers across her face. The costume she’s wearing identical to the one your daughter has on, only a few sizes smaller.

“Doesn’t she look so CUTE?” Jisung is so giddy, cooing as he bounces the baby on his knee. “We wanted her to be a pumpkin, but then Minho came over and said he got her something—“

“We haven’t decided on a costume.” You say sternly, looking at your husband.

“Yet.” Minho’s eyes flick up to you. “You haven’t seen her as a cat yet.”

You huff, crossing your arms. “Nothing is going to steer me away from—“

Your heart leaps from your body. Never have you seen something so precious, so tiny. Her nose is pink, the whiskers twisting out to just about her mid cheek. Her eyes light up when she sees you, babbling on and on as she reaches out for you.

“Oh, look at you.” You coo, quickly gathering her in your arms. She giggles, snuggling into your shoulder. Her little headband brushes softly against your neck. Oh, you could cry.

Minho looks a little too smug for your liking. “So what were you saying about not steering you—“

“Shut up.”

///

“You really liked the cat costume—“

“But, Min, the dog—“

“She just looks so cute as a cat. Come on, baby, you have to see it.”

“And she doesn’t look cute as a dog?”

“Of course she does! I’m just saying—“

Jisung is in his office, windows shut, and he can still hear the two of your bickering from the other side of the fence. There’s no hard feelings there, just the two of you are too stubborn to give up. Cat, dog. Dog, cat. Over and over and over—

Sighing, he pushes himself up from his computer chair. Grabbing the car keys from his bag and leaving with a quick goodbye kiss to his partner and daughter. Just a teeny little errand.

You answer the door, Minho meowing obnoxiously somewhere inside the house. “Hey, Jisung—“

“It’s my turn to pick.” He forces a plastic bag in your hand before turning around and leaving. Even after you call after him, your voice fading as he walks the short distance back to your house.

You open the bag, the costume still perfectly in its wrapper. Soft, tan fur decorates the onesie. A hood to cover her teeny little head and keep her warm.

You throw it to the side. A lion, really? What a silly choice, so basic. It’s her first halloween, you’re not going to waste it on something like this.

///

She went as a lion.

hehehehehe

[chvnnie]

I had an awful week😭 is there any chance you can do a comforting dad!han fic? Something short please it’ll really make my day🥺

i’m sorry you had an awful week, love. this dad sung will be rejuvenating for the both of us 🫶🏻

Propped up against the headboard, Jisung rubs soft circles into the infant’s back. His hand is almost the size of her tiny body. She fits perfectly on his bare chest, already asleep though her father doesn’t stop the motion. The more she can sleep, the better.

It’s been a rough few weeks for his family. The baby came earlier than expected — only 32 two weeks and she decided it was time to arrive earth side the most complicated way possible. You were miserable in the hospital, the birth complicated and exhausting. A lengthy stay in the NICU only tacked on to that.

It’s nice to be home.

The shower shuts off in the en-suite bathroom. You’ve been in there a while. Not that Jisung minds, he’ll take any alone time with the little bitty he can get. And it’s nice to be able to give you a break — however hard it’s been on him, he knows it’s been ten times harder for you. It’s truly the least he can do.

Jisung looks down at the baby. A newborn sized onesie is still a little too baggy on her, the tiny hands slipped under the cuffs. The first thing his friends commented on when they met her (via FaceTime — you’re still a little worried about anyone other than immediate family being around her) was how much she looked like him. A full head of dark hair, a small version of his nose. Full cheeks, so much bigger than her body.

Baby quokka, she was lovingly nicknamed. “It fits.” You said, reaching into her hospital crib and adjusting the gloves on her hands. “She really is your mini.”

What in the world did he do to deserve her?

The door creaks open slowly, steam following you into the bedroom. Jisung feels his heart come to a halt when he looks at you — every time, without fail. It did that the day he met you. The day he proposed, the day you got married, everyday in between and on.

“How long has she been asleep?” You ask, shaking Jisung from his awestruck state.

“About ten minutes.” He answers with a shrug. His hand hasn’t stopped moving. It’s practically second nature at this point.

“Why haven’t you moved her to the bassinet?”

Another shrug. “I’m not ready to yet.”

Your smile is so fond. It’s no surprise that Jisung is a wonderful father, but you think this was his true calling. If you could freeze this moment, spend forever watching him softly push his daughter’s hair out of her face, you would. There’s nothing that could make this better—

Expect for the burst of energy that just tumbled through the bedroom door, her hair spilling from the braids she fell asleep in. Though she looks just like you, her expressions are your husband’s. Pouty, eyes narrowed.

“Dada.” There’s fire in her voice. “Didn’t stay.”

Uh oh. You climb into the bed next to Jisung, mimicking your eldest daughter’s glare. “You left her?”

His eyes are wild, bouncing between the two of you. Is he really getting ganged up on right now? “I told you I would leave after I finished singing to you—“

“Nuh uh.” She turns to you. “Dada ‘pposed to sleep in my room.”

“Oh no.” You say dramatically, picking up the four year old and hauling her into the bed. “Isn’t he the worst?”

“Okay now—“

“Is.” She lays her head on your chest, resting on your body the exact same way her sister is laying on Jisung. Making sure her head is turned in her direction, she pouts even more.

It’s a pout that Jisung returns, shifting lower in the bed so she’s eye level with her. The baby stirs from the motion, but doesn’t wake. Perfectly content on her father. “Sprout, don’t hurt my feelings.”

“Hurt mine first.”

Jisung looks at you for help, trying to resist breaking into a smile. Her little pout is too cute to be mad about. You shake your head with a chuckle, untangling her messy hair.

“I’m sure Dada didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.” You reassure her, fingers smoothing out her dark hair.

“I’m sorry.” Jisung says sincerely, holding out his free hand. “Forgive me?”

Her big eyes stare at his palm, and he can practically see her little brain spinning. Weighing her options. He knows she can hold a grudge — she is her father’s daughter, after all. After what seems like an hour of careful deliberation, she puts her hand in his. Squeezing it as tight as she can.

“‘Kay.”

Jisung smiles, bringing her tiny hand to his lips and giving it a kiss. He makes a loud “muah” sound, his daughter giggling. The tiny problem fixed with her father’s love.

“Promise I’ll never leave you again, Sprout.”

She doesn’t know how deeply he means that.

[chvnnie]

Reading the skz as dads for thr 45789964:$&@//th time. It’s such a comfort fic. I think my fav is changbins part its so cute🥹

i ADORE DAD CHANGBIN. like TRULY. TRULY ONE OF THE THOUGHTS I RETURN TO OVER AND OVER AGAIN.

he’s the dad that spends an hour or so picking out specific pumpkins for each of his kids to carve (and when they make friends who are invited to the annual seo family pumpkin party? it just tacks on more time at the patch for him — all of the kids need to have the PERFECT pumpkins for their personalities). he’ll take all the seeds and clean them off before roasting them. it’s taken years for him to figure out the best spice mixture, but now he has it down. it’s an addicting snack.

small teeny halloween themed thought. i love him sm, im glad you do too :-)

[chvnnie]

How many kids do each member have in your dad au? 🥺

i’m so soft to talk about this au every time—

Chan has three! Two girls, and one boy (the youngest).

Minho just has his girl 🥹

Changbin has three — two twin boys and then a baby boy

Hyunjin, two. Older boy, younger girl.

Jisung only has one girl, BUT the idea of him having a newborn girl has been lingering for a second.

Felix also has two! Older girl, younger boy.

Seungmin has one. Just a little boy.

And Jeongin has his son :)))

[chvnnie]

I SEE ALL THE DAD CHAN ASKS AND AM PLANNING ON ANSWERING THEM TONIGHT 🫶🏻 SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG WORK IS SO MUCH TODAY BUT I HAVE MANY THOUGHTS AND YOURE ALL ABOUT TO BE FUCKING HARASSED W THEM

[chvnnie]

why don’t you name the children?

i like to leave them nameless/only give nicknames so you can decide their names! it helps make it more personal :)))

the only time i’ll use names for the kids is in a fic i’m working on dilf hyunjin 😵‍💫 but that isn’t part of this au so!

also living for the questions about this au — it’s one of my favorites 🥺 happy to answer any more you have <3

[chvnnie]

omg the dad au so soft so cute 😭😭 i just know ima be rereading it so many times like the first one aah!! your writing is amazing you're amazing <3

omg thank you so much 🥹🥹🥹 you are the absolute sweetest, i’m so glad you’re enjoying it! dad skz are my weakness :(((

[chvnnie]

dad!channie putting your son to bed but admiring that he look just like you

dad!minho taking countless photos of you and your daughter because he’s never felt more love and he wants to have as many memories as possible (ft. the kitty cat)

dad!changbin making a song with you son (even tho he can only say dada and mama)

dad!hyunjin and the oldest painting you and the youngest while you sleep

dad!jisung painting his daughters nails

dad!felix taking baby to the dance studio

dad!seungmin never ever wanting to put baby down, like ever. pouts when you get to baby first but the proceeds to cuddle you both

dad!jeongin dressing baby up with matching outfits, and giving lots of kisses because like he does for you, he likes leaving little kisses to show his love

what did i ever do to you

chan braiding his daughter’s hair and failing drastically but she loves it so he doesn’t try to redo it.

minho getting his daughter a kitchen set so she can “help” him make dinner.

the twins playing a game where they hide from changbin in the house just to pop out and scare him (they’re always successful).

hyunjin helping paint sets for his daughter’s dance recital.

jisung bringing his daughter to the studio and holding a mic to the baby’s mouth, letting her coo into it. he uses it in their next album.

felix planning extravagant family halloween costumes off of the stories his daughter comes up when she plays pretend. the baby ends up being a chick.

seungmin taking videos of his son daily, putting them together at the end of the year and making a video so you can “watch him grow”.

jeongin taking his son to a children’s museum, spending the entire day there. they both crash on the couch the moment they get home.

[chvnnie]

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