#stray kids x m!reader

[secretsecretbunny]

sooo i'm the person who asked about rules and since you didn't mention it i was wondering if you'd be open to doing m!reader?

if so i'd be so cute to have a chan version of the simp!reader texting thing you did with minho i think ^^

of course!! I can't promise I'm great at it but I live with mostly men so I feel like it'll be fine lmfao. I hope you like it, pookie!! 💕

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[ihrtsimi]

— all you need ;

→ pairing — minlix + m!reader

→ summary — felix and minho have been secretly watching over the supposed boy of each of their dreams. when they each finally get the courage to corner their boy and take what’s theirs, they realize that they’ve been in love with the same man.

→ genre — smut

→ warnings — extreme kinks (like very extreme, please be cautious), stalking, threesomes, cnc, bimbofication / mindbreaking, double penetration, degrading praise, god + master honorifics, oral (reader receiving and giving), domtop!minlix and subbottom!reader

→ word count — 2.45k

→ author’s note — oh boy, this is my first smut and i’m starting right out the gate with some heavy kinks! i saw this req by @nxthnii and just HAD to write it.

→ song (s) currently stuck in my head —

i can transform ya by chris brown feat. swizz beatz + lil wayne

i’m coming back to you.

so i really hope that you don’t mind.

i know you want me too.

even though you’re not mine,

you got that look in your eyes.

there were two things ruminating in minho’s brain at the moment: how undeniably horny he was and how breathtakingly beautiful you looked in the cheeky polaroid of you he was currently masturbating to. he didn’t even realize how he got here. from his perspective, the picture of you and his cock just landed in his grip, and he wasn’t complaining. it didn’t take him long to finish, his mind cloudy and swirling with the imprinted image of his favorite person in his mind as he lie underneath his silk sheets. he couldn’t sit in his filth for too long before jumping up and heading into the shower. even though the water was piping hot, his bare body was cold; the loneliness and craving for you overwhelming him so badly that he grabbed his phone charging on his bathroom’s mahogany countertop to call the only contact in his phone, his friend felix.

“hello?” felix answered sleepily, despite it being 8 pm.

“i gotta get out the house, man. desperately,” minho responded, not even acknowledging the other’s greeting.

felix immediately understood, ending their conversation short after letting the other know he was on the way. it didn’t take long for him to arrive at minho’s apartment complex, a quick run up two flights of stairs and a doorbell ring away from ending up crosslegged on minho’s black leather couch. the two haven’t spoken in a minute, their individually busy schedules preventing them. yet, conversation came easy. two hours of talking eventually led down the path of relationships, a topic the two men haven’t spoken about before.

“so… how’s dating going? any current prospects up for the love of the illustrious lee minho?” felix joked, his arms rested behind his head while his short fingers toyed with his blond locks.

minho never knew how to respond to that question. how does he admit publicly that he’s been stalking the same boy for three years and is deluded enough to think they’ll one day be together?

“nothing much, you know.. just.. hanging.” was the answer he ended up giving felix, his mind blank before clearing his throat to reciprocate the question.

“i’ve been thinking about this one guy,” felix started, “he goes to my gym and i stare at him while he weight trains.” felix gushed, his eyes glistening as a rose tint began to pepper his cheeks. “it sucks, though. i don’t know his name. but, i know that he works at this coffee shop up the street, and i was planning on going there today to see if i could ask him out!”

felix watched minho’s cat like lips curl up into a smirk. he began understandingly, “i think you should go after him.” felix’s eyes widened, “are you sure, hyung? i know you wanted some company.” minho nodded in response, beginning to stand and collect his belongings to leave his apartment. “i definitely do. i have something…,” he paused to check his watch for the time, “…that i need to do myself. so, go! have your fun.” felix jumped up giddily, rushing to grab his things before rushing out with a ‘bye!’

as minho laid in the overgrown bushes of the the apartment complex that was now so familiar to him later that night, his eyes darted around frantically. he knew where you worked. he knew where you slept. and, he waited for you every night. he knew what times you left and came, watching protectively to assure you arrived home safe. felix had left his apartment about 30 minutes ago, and right when he left, it was time for minho to arrive at his watchful post. he assumed today’s schedule was no different as he sat and waited, checking his apple watch occasionally as time passed by.

9:30…

10:00…

10:30…

11:00….

this was uncharacteristic of you. usually, you’d be home by 10:15. minho’s watch, phone, and patience we’re slowly draining, and his irritation only worsened when he saw your figure stumbling drunkily towards your front door with… someone else? if he expected anything, it definitely wasn’t that. he’d been observing your every move for years, and you weren’t the type to get blasted after work and rush home in the after hours with a random stranger. his mind was racing, thoughts flooding him as he flowed through his concurrent emotions. after irritation, however, came anger. anger that you would dare promiscuously flaunt yourself around. that you would dare have him worried sick about your well-being. that you dare be with anyone else but him.

it didn’t take long after seeing you enter the building before he followed earnestly behind, his eyes low and passionate as he tried to get a good look of the man you were with, the man he would have to eliminate. soon enough, he was at your front door. with shaky hands, he reached in his pocket for the secret key that he owned to your apartment and unlocked the door, his eyes wide with shock as he walked in and shut the door behind himself.

there you were. on your knees for the stranger with his cock deep down your throat. the overhead fixture gleaming brightly as it exposed your perverted state on your kitchen floor. the stranger’s hand on your chin as he sat at your table, your eyes glistening— drunk, and fucked out, and the thick cock of the man taking what belonged to minho. he didn’t know how to address this situation. should he cough? run up and shove himself down your throat? go grab a knife and attack the stranger? his mind was in complete survival mode; territorially wanting to put a stop to his worst nightmare. his brain fumbled through these few options before just deciding to go up and make the stranger reveal himself.

minho rushed over, shoving the other man aggressively. “what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he growled, his vision and the figures in front of him growing hazy in the heat of his rage. once his eyes settled, the sound he almost let out was abysmal. the stranger was none other than lee felix. he didn’t know how to react, his throat suddenly dry while he attempted to speak.

“f-felix…?” he croaked, his eyes wide like a deer in headlights. felix was equally as stunned. he hadn’t a clue what was going on. after leaving minho’s apartment, he rushed to the cafe where you worked, barely catching you before you left. the two of you chatted for a while before ending up at the bar two blocks from your apartment. it was felix’s idea to head to the bar instead of the much closer restaurant, and if you asked, he wouldn’t tell you it was to get you drunk. but, that’s exactly what it was. after achieving his goal, he walked you home, perversely waiting for you to get drunk and horny enough after letting him in to let him ruin you. luckily for him, that was as soon as humanly possible. you sat still on your knees, your body hot and breath uneven as your drunken mind tried to process the events unfolding in front of you. part of you was terrified. how did this stranger get in? why are they upset that you're fucking felix? and why does it seem the two of them know each other?

but...

another part of you was too horny to function. your mind racing with the previous fantasies you've had of someone breaking into your apartment and fucking you senseless, and you wouldn't let this opportunity pass up. so you finally spoke.

"i can take you both," you said as you began crawling seductively until you sat prettily between the gap in the two men. they stared at each other, unable to speak. felix and minho both finally had the boy they had been pursuing underneath them, and they each wouldn't let an opportunity of their own fall through. they glanced at each other, a competing level of lust filling their looks before they moved their attention back to you.

"on your bed. arms and legs spread out. you're going to experience the fuck of a lifetime, boy," minho snarled sexily, his eyes dark as he began to walk to your bedroom. you quickly stood up, rushing towards the room feverously with felix rushing eagerly behind you. as you laid on the bed, minho began to unbuckle his belt before gesturing for felix to do the same. as minho began to tie your arms up against your bed frame, he watched you wither around. you were reaching the peak of your drunkenness and your neediness was fading, so you whined softly, begging for some kind of stimulation quickly. that earned you a smack across the face from minho, who chuckled at you darkly.

"look at you, baby. desperate for your two strangers to touch you just so you can get your perverted little climax," he spoke before leaning down to whisper in your ear, the hair on your neck standing up at the feeling of his minty breath against your hot skin, "unfortunately for you, that won't be coming so soon." instantaneously, he latched to your lips, kissing you deeply like he would never kiss anyone else ever again. the kiss was surprisingly passionate and sensitive despite the circumstances, and something about that fact lit the fire in your stomach all over again, your cock beginning to twitch just from being craved so deeply. felix just sat and watched intensely, his hand lightly palming himself before he cleared his throat to announce his presence. "pay some attention to me too, angel. i would really appreciate your help again," he started as he began to make his way to the head of the bed. he looked at minho for conformation before patting your cheek lightly as a signal for you to open wide. you opened your mouth wide with your tongue flat and eyes wide with excitement, and felix couldn't contain himself, shoving his length deep down your throat again with a guttural groan.

minho was growing increasingly jealous just watching the scene, and it only egged him on to be more aggressive. he moved his kisses down from your lips to your collarbones, sucking and biting on them so hard, you thought you were bleeding. every whimper you let out only grew his confidence, and eventually, he was all the way to your nipples, giving them the same treatment as the rest of his marks. just watching your dick get progressively harder from being faced-fuck and teased so slowly was making a tent large in minho's pants.

"i didn't know this was the boy you were talking about, felix," said minho as he kissed from your left nipple to the middle of your chest and progressively moved down your stomach. as you watched minho make his way to the spot you wanted touched the most, you shuddered which elicited a tsk from the elder.

"and i didn't know you had your eyes on anyone. i guess it's time to fight for him," felix retorted, his hand raking through your h/c strands as he held your head in place and thrusted.

"may the best man win," shrugged minho before he finally wrapped his plump pink lips around your leaking tip, sucking on it ever so slightly. "but, it seems i've already got him under my control. isn't that right, baby? tell felix how much you love when your god touches you."

"fu-fuck yes, god! i love it when you touch me," you exclaimed, your brain mushy from the stimulation. obviously, that made felix angrily thrust faster into your throat, abusing it mercilessly before growling out in his huskily deep accented voice, "well, tell your god that you only need your master, and that you only want his cock." at this point, drool was falling out of your mouth and your throat was so full you could barely speak, so all you managed to muster out was a pitiful "m-master..." before you gagged so hard felix's cock fell out of your mouth. with this time to collect yourself and gather your thoughts, you looked up to both of your domineering partners, your eyes low from being fucked silly.

"i want you both inside of me. i want you both to coat my inside with your gross fucking cum, and i want to be both of yours. please my god. please, my master. i want to feel so good," you begged as you desperately tugged on minho's pant leg.

"fucking whore. such a pretty little fuckdoll for us, right, felix," minho questioned as he watched you pull on his pants, "should we give our boy what he needs?" felix sat and pretended to ponder, hesitating only so he could hear your sounds. "i think so, hyung. why don't you take him first," felix said with a devilish smile, slapping his cock against your cheeks with a groan at the precum beading on your face before moving back around to the head of the bed and beginning to strip. minho followed suit, taking his clothes off slowly as he gave you a show. the two of them then positioned themselves on the bed in front of your wet hole with minho underneath you before he forced himself in hastily. he began thrusting at an inhuman speed, stretching you out like he was hate fucking you.

"god... you're so fucking tight, baby," minho grunted as he gripped your waist and took what belonged to him for the first time.

before long, he instructed felix, who was impatiently waiting on the side stroking himself, that he could finally fit in as well. felix immediately took the opportunity and moved in front of you and began to struggle to insert himself inside of you. after a slight readjustment, he slid himself balls deep inside of you. the two men sat still as patiently as they could to let you grow accustomed to the fullness in your stomach. they could both tell you were close and wanted to use you as much as possible until you withered for them. unexpectedly, they both began to thrust at a similarly aggressive rhythm, the feeling of both cocks fucking your insides driving you so insane, you could barely form coherent thoughts.

"nghh.. feels so so so good," you moaned shakily, your mind completely broken.

"good boy. such a good fucking boy," felix grunted as he collapsed onto his arms over you and minho's bodies, fucking into you feverishly. once you felt them both hit that specific spot in your prostate, you wailed, cumming all over both you and felix's stomach. the sight was enchanting, and made both men exclaim. "fuck, i'm gonna fucking cum!" minho moaned as you began to rock your hips into him to stimulate the men even more. "me... me too...," felix whined as they both simultaneously filled your hole to the brim with their cum.

as you all came down from your heightened states, you laid in each other's arms, catching your breath as you studied the features of the beautiful men intertwined with you. and all you could hope was that this would be happening again soon.

[btsxmalereaders]

♡ pairing — bang chan x male reader

> genre — fluff

> tags — pre-debut bang chan, strangers to friends to lovers, just the reader being supportive af.

> word count —  5,11k

> summary — when you spot a lonely and seemingly stressed customer on the cafeteria you work in, you don't hesitate to keep him company. soon you find out what has been troubling him and decide to help him out, knowing it will be so easy to fall in love with him in the way.

Chan swears he could burst into tears once he takes a seat in the busy cafeteria he has arrived at, dragging the soles of his shoes and with his head down. Fortunately he has found an empty table, so he sets up his laptop after cleaning up a bit and plugs in his headphones, hoping to find at least some peace.

Even though this visit to the coffee shop was still to work, Chan feels his muscles a little less tense as the smell of coffee and tea brewing, also the bread and cookies coming out of the oven hits his nostrils.

His stomach growls, and after trying to ignore it for a few minutes, he finally decides to order something to keep him satisfied until it's time for dinner.

For the next few hours his eyes are fixed on his laptop screen, his fingers moving nimbly over the keys and cursor. He feels so pressured and guilty, and the unchanged expression on his face really hints at it.

There are so many questions running through his head, but no matter how hard he tries to find the answers, he always ends up in the same place. He knows that, as the leader of the group, he should be stronger and more supportive of his members; but now, in that small and now almost empty cafeteria, he feels like he can just let his worries be noticed without making the others be more preoccupied.

The sound of a teacup landing on his desk and being moved in his direction makes him look up, removing the only earpiece he had on and being met with a friendly smile.

"You look like you like tea better than coffee," You mutter, a little sheepishly. "It's on me. You look like you need it."

Chan doesn't know what to say for a moment, but before you can walk back to the register is when you can finally hear his voice.

"Thank you." He says with a sincere smile peeking on his face that denotes tiredness. "Uhm... _____?" Chan catches a glimpse of the nametag on your uniform. "I really needed it,  you're very kind."

"Of course, enjoy it." You smile at him and turn on your heels, until his voice stops you again.

"Wait," Chan scratches the back of his neck and quickly takes a glance at the now empty cafeteria. "Would you like to take a seat? Unless you're busy."

"Don't worry, it's nearly closing time so it's unusual more customers come at late hours." You assure him with a shy smile, taking seat in front of him. That's when he realises it's late and he lost track of time again.

"Oh, I didn’t even notice it was that late," He murmurs. "I'm sure you have to do lots of things before closing and if I'm being a bother I'll-"

"Don't worry," You repeat, this time giggling. "You're fine. We still got time left."

Chan can't help but smile and sigh before taking the cup you just brought and take a sip. His eyes closes for a moment as he feels the warmth and sweet flavor on his tongue, then he speaks up again, surprised: "Oh, wow, you did this yourself?"

The tone of his voice makes you giggle a bit, and you teasingly answer, "Why? Don't I look like the type of person that could make such awesome and sweet brews like this?"

"Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to question your brewing abilities" He giggles as well. "It tastes amazing, I swear, it's almost as if you could read my mind and give me exactly what I needed."

"Yeah, actually when I got hired they told me I had to have this ability to read people's mind and give them their favorite beverages." You joke around, making him laugh even louder. "I think I'm doing a great job so far."

"Well, I pretty much appreciate it. No wonder why my friends recommended me this place so much, I think I'll become a frequent customer."

"It'll be nice to have you around here." You smile as you hear how your coworker thanks you for staying later for him and taking his coat before walking off the building. "Looks like it's only you and me."

Chan takes a glimpse of the time on his computer screen and yawns, "I spent a lot of time here and I haven't gotten a proper meal."

"Really? You should have dinner now before it gets too late. I think there are still ingredients to make something you'd like, do you-"

"Oh no, please," He immediately says before you can fully stand up. "Sorry. It's fine, you don't have to- I mean, you've been nice by given me this tea. I don't wanna look like I'm taking advantage of your kindness."

"Are you sure? I don't have any problem." You insist.

"Of course, plus, it's getting late, aren't you supposed to be closing in like twenty minutes?"

You nod, "Yeah, I just have to clean up some stuff and that's it. We don't really have clients coming last minute."

"Alright, how about I wait up and invite you something to eat on our way home? I'll pay you back."

You sweetly smile and stand up, "Alright. But I have to know your name first."

"Right, sorry, I am Bang Chan."

You extend your hand and he nervously shakes it, "Nice to meet you, Bang Chan. I'll tide up and be ready in a moment."

He watches you dissappear in the kitchen and starts to get nervous. This isn't how he expected his night to go. He had lots of things to do, to work on, to fix.

He entered the coffee shop feeling so down but determined to work hard and focus. At the verge of tears and slightly shaking still but wanting to fix everything, even when he deep down knew it wasn't at all up to him. He felt so guilty for allowing it to happen in first place and now he felt guilty for going out with someone he just met instead of working harder.

His head was surely a mess lately and even the thought of going out just for a night felt like something he didn't deserve to have. It has been so difficult and tough for him, he just felt the need to keep working so he could see the results he wanted the sooner as possible.

Without even noticing it, he starts biting his nails; his knee going up and down as he's sat in front of his laptop and saving his progress up to three times, just to make sure. He sighs with tiredness and an aching stomach, starting to feel his hands shake a little.

Breathing exercises, of course, he remembers it well. Minho has been there for him in tough times like this, being his companion at ungodly late night hours and being a shoulder Chan could lay on when it gets hard, but now he doesn't have it. He feels lost. Empty. How can he breathe well and feel on track when his friend isn't there to help him?

Millions of thoughts begin to cloud his mind. He is so tired and saddened by this situation but he doesn't have the time to grieve. The need to get back to the building and finish composing, as well as rehearsing and helping Felix study, gnaws at his insides.

"Hey," you say softly, snapping him out of the little trance he was in. "Everything okay?"

Chan looks beside himself for a moment before quickly gathering his belongings and standing up. "Yeah, yeah, sorry. You ready?"

"Are you sure? You look kind of... tired." You murmur, grabbing your backpack and keys. He shyly follows you and exits the place before you and you quickly close the door.

"Well, I am. I haven't been able to properly sleep, honestly," He chuckles, but still sounds saddened. "It's been tough days."

You both start walking down the streets; the neighborhood's nightlife highlighted by hearing people dining at nearby establishments and entering bars. Something quite common on a Friday night. Chan found it quite ironic how people were living their lives with ease and fun when he, in his full youth, was feeling so exhausted and stressed, wondering when things would get better for him.

"Well, I know we just met, but whatever you wanna talk about, I am here to listen." You smile and look at him as he sighs.

Chan doubts a little bit; was it really a good idea to vent out to a stranger? You looked really trustworthy, but would you even be willing to listening him ranting or were you just being nice? He doesn't say a word for the next minute, and you stop when you find small food truck.

"Want a corn dog?" You say, trying to lift the spirits a little bit. He nods and rushes to pay for them before you could even approach your hand to your pocket. "That's not fair."

"It is. You've done a lot for me and we just met. You're a nice guy," He chuckles and after you finish your order and get the food, you two walk a little bit to sit on a bench. "So... I know this might sound weird, but you seem a very trustworthy person and... I don't know, I guess I just need to vent out."

"I'm all ears, go ahead."

He sighs for the nth time that day and his leg goes up and down unconsciously. Chan looks somewhat nervous but once he starts talking, it goes on for minutes. He starts talking about that he is a trainee under a music company, and he, along his friends, is participating in a survival show in order for them to debut, and what has been making it so hard for him is that the person in charge and who has been giving them feedback, also decided to kick out two members of the group. Chan says he felt responsible for this because he is the leader, but has been struggling with this whole situation because he, at the same time he's sorting this out, has to calm everyone else down and give them the support and help they need too in these desperate times. He has been so hard on himself and has been overworking too to help his friends and avoid at all costs for them to ever feel that way again. Chan doesn't want them to be separated from the group, because he personally chose them and saw the potential in them to become part of this project. At this point, it's like they're a family, and wants to stick with them forever.

It almost feels as if he is truly pouring out his heart because he’s talking out with so much detail and constantly telling how he feels about every single thing coming out of his mouth. His gaze is fixed on the ground and he hasn’t even started to eat. You can only suppose he has been in a lot of pain and restlessness lately.

As he speaks, you can't help but notice the despair he feels. His eyes are glazed and he's fidgeting his fingers a lot but now you can't seem to do anything to help him; just listen. It's a lot to process, but you're doing your best.

You are not even sure if he has asked for your advice, so you try to process all the information you have received. Anyway, what could you possibly say to that?

After he stops speaking, he just keeps his gaze on the pavement, his food is getting colder and he feels this need to cry. You don't say anything for a moment until he raises his head.

"I'm sorry you're going through all of this... It really must be hard." You murmur, suddenly feeling your hands sweaty, your mind racing as it looks for comforting words to say. "Look, you probably already know not to worry too much and not to overwork yourself, you probably have been told this a lot... but you should know too that you're doing your best."

Chan can't help but chuckle at that, sniffing afterwards and clearing the traces of tears on his cheeks.

"Seriously, being in charge of a group it's a big responsibility, and I admire you for that. You're doing everything you can and it's okay, don't be too hard on yourself. Things will be just as you want them to be, and even better. Have patience and keep doing what you're doing. It's going to be okay soon."

Surprisingly, your words make him feel a little bit tense. Chan sincerely smiles and looks at you, nodding and feeling a comfort for the first time in a while, "Thank you, _____, I really appreciate it."

All he ever wanted was just vent out and feel heard. It's not like he didn't feel that way with his friends, but he truly needed to hear it from someone who wasn't involved in this situation. Hearing comforting words from someone else have given him the reassurance he needed.

"Of course, I wish I could help you more but I'm afraid I don't know a lot about these music companies... Is there any other way I could help you out? Because I'd be happy to do it in any way."

Chan thinks about it for a moment. "Yeah, there might be a way... but for now let's enjoy this food, alright? I know this has been a lot."

So the next hour goes more smoothly, making Chan laugh with dad jokes and ridiculous puns, but at least he is distracted enough and, for the first time in a while, he feels like his preoccupations doesn't exist. He's just living the moment and having a good time.

When it gets too late, though, he walks with you to a place near where you live and says goodbye, thanking you for hearing him and making him feel better this night, and promising he'd visit the cafeteria soon. You give him your number, with the excuse of asking him to tell you the way you could help him on that survival show or just talk to him whenever he needed to, thing he appreciated.

Chan waves his hand goodbye with a big smile on his face and his heart beating fast.

You don't hear anything from Chan for a couple of days, until you get a text message in the middle of the night. You quickly open it, your heart racing as you read the beginning of the message; Chan apologizing for texting you so late and telling you that a new episode of his survival show is coming out in the evening, and that he has seen on social media that some fans will be sending messages of support and sharing petitions to get Minho and Felix back into the group, so he extends the invitation to you to help, which you agree to.

You reply immediately with a "Count on it!" and a separate message inviting him and his friends to stop by the coffee shop on any free day they have, promising to treat them to whatever they want for their hard work.

Truth is you have been catching up on the program and listening to the songs they have posted online, and you were so impressed that it left you wondering how come you didn't hear about them before. They all were really good, talented and you just knew they were all destined to be together.

So in your spare time, in the next weeks, you don't miss the opportunity to watch the show and support through messages on social media, immediately getting friends joining together for the same cause.

You keep exchanging texts with him from time to time, some days you talk for hours, some others you only get to send just a few messages due to the busy schedules, but you have been consistent and have managed to keep a good communication, and you'd say you're good friends now.

He visits you on the cafeteria on his free time, and every time you see him cross that door with a shy smile on his face, you immediately feel nervous. You know why, you know yourself, you know your feelings, but decide to put them aside for now. It's better this way, right? With all of the pressure Chan has been feeling lately, the only thing you can do best now is offer him your friendship and support.

The smile that appears on your face every time Chan visits the cafeteria is raising suspicions among your friends. As soon as he steps inside the place, you feel a tickling in your stomach, your hands feel shaky, but you manage to walk to his table and greet him.

"Hey, how have you been?" You sweetly ask, leaving a blueberry muffin in front of him.

Chan smiles and thanks you, "I actually came with great news! Are you free now?"

You think taking five minutes won't hurt anyone, and you have been waiting for news so you decide to take a seat next to him and listen to what he has to say. "Go on, what is it?"

He can't hide his big smile, the beautiful dimples his cheeks have and that glow on his face, it's a big difference from the last time you saw him, and that makes you feel happy as well.  He starts explaining that J.Y. Park let them prepare a performance with Felix and Minho for the finale, since they heard the audience's opinion and will deliberate if the group is going to debut with or without them, and the audience will be a big help for that.

"Wait, that's is awesome!" You say, not trying to hide your happiness. "It's so obvious everyone will want them back in the group, they're coming back for sure!"

"I know, I know, although I try not to get my hopes high because he can change his mind last minute or change everything up, you know? I just don't wanna get disappointed..."

"Chan, I know you will debut together, trust me, and trust your friends, alright? Have faith in the future. That man will make the right choice."

Chan nods, becoming more and more convinced, more confident and happy. Maybe you were right, even if his mind reminded him that he shouldn't get his hopes too high, the truth is that he wanted so much to believe that the best would come.

"Come on, let me buy you something to drink, okay? Relax a little, think positive! I'll be right back."

With everything that has been going on, Chan has been involved in so much work, so many rehearsals, so many talks and so much stress, that he hasn't stopped to think about how he feels. Of course, he has been talking to you for a couple of weeks and has found your advice very helpful, just being there for him when he needs it is just amazing and so meaningful to him. The one thing he has been trying to avoid is thinking why every time you two talk, he can't help but feel his heart racing, he can't help but smile every time he gets a text from you during the day to remind him to eat and take a break from time to time, and to let him know about your day to day to distract him during difficult times. Chan has noticed that talking to you brings him an incredible calm that he really needs and has had so many questions on his mind that he still can't find an answer to.

Maybe it's better this way for now, he thinks, he'll just let things flow.

Finally, the day has come. To say Chan was feeling nervous was an understatement, he was getting his make up done while reviewing the notes he made on his phone for the finale. Jeongin and Seungmin are rehearsing, Changbin and Jisung are talking and probably giving tips to Hyunjin, he has been struggling a lot because of the nervousness but they are reassuring him he will do perfect tonight.

Felix and Minho are the ones who look the most nervous, practicing the choreography in front of the big mirror and then singing together. Chan gets closer to them once his make up and hair is done, patting their shoulders and giving them advice, but most importantly, he reminds them what they're capable of and how far they've gotten.

"You got this, you know? Once we perform together, it's gonna be like that for a long, long time, alright? 8 is fate!" He says, and walks away with the rest of them as they were finally given the cue to leave backstage. Everyone says comforting words to everyone before start.

You, on the other hand, didn't get the chance to be in the venue, but didn't think twice to watch it on your phone.

"Has it started yet?" Your friend says as she puts on her apron and gets closer to you in an attempt to look at the screen.

"In a few minutes." You smile and take a seat on an empty chair. "Thanks for covering for me."

"It's okay, whatever helps you to go out with that guy." She jokingly murmurs.

"What are you talking about?" You say, surprised.

"Oh, please, ______, don't play the fool, I've seen you drool over him every time he stops by. Why else would you hype him up so much and help him out with his show?"

"Cause he's a good friend!"

"Yeah, right, maybe a friend you wanna-"

"Hey!"

"...You wanna go out on a date with. God, see? You're just proving my point." She giggles and walks to the door. "I'll tell you if we need help, and keep me updated, alright? Good luck."

The show starts and your heart starts racing. You notice immediately there are a lot of fans in the venue, holding banners, screaming to the top of their lungs and supporting all of the members of the group. The MC starts the show by making a introduction about how far they've come and how J.Y.Park is going to evaluate and deliberate whether they stay with or without Minho and Felix.

As soon as a number pops up on the screen you immediately write it down, since is the way they're going to receive the fans' votes. Luckily, your friend lend you her phone to send messages too, so you don't hesitate to start, and also posting on your media to help out as well.

A few weeks ago you wouldn't even thought you were going to be doing this, but it's been a long time since you were so dedicated to any band or artist, so getting the passionate experience of being a dedicated fan again is really nice.

As soon as the stages start you feel so happy and so highly strung, but you had nothing to worry about since they were doing amazing. The feedback they were getting was great although there were some things missing due to the nervousness they must be feeling as well. Over all, they were giving amazing performances and you felt really happy for them.

When Minho and Felix finally make their appearance it's when the fans gather and start sending their votes. The group makes an amazing performance of Hellevator that shows off their hard work, and the fans doesn't get behind when the MC announces a mid-results revelation of the votes, showing that 96% of the people who casted their vote, want Stay Kids with no members left behind.

Everyone is shocked, yes, but not because they didn't know the fans obviously wanted those results; but they thought the gap would be wider. That only increased their hopes and made Jinyoung know what his priority should be when making a final decision.

After a few performances more, with some clips of the guys preparing for this very moment, the time has finally come to know what does the future hold for them. It's a big moment. The members who were eliminated on previous challenges are on the center of the stage. It's a tense moment, especially since the MC is repeating himself and keeping the suspense.

Once Jinyoung starts talking everyone listens carefully, but at some point Chan stops listening. He feels so disconnected for a moment there, he feels incredibly nervous, shaking, just hoping for the best. You are at the edge of your seat, hands shaking as well; your friend has come to check on you a few times and every time she entered the room she just saw you more and more anxious. But the results are finally here; you both just feel an amazing feeling once you hear the long-awaited: "Congratulations, Stray Kids will be 8 members."

You jump off your seat and your friend enters the room almost running, and giving you a hug after seeing the expression of victory and happiness on your face.

"Hey, I'm so glad everything worked out for them! Don't you think we should prepare something special for them? Ask them to come any day and we'll see."

You don't think it twice, and immediately send Chan a text message, firstly congratulating him for this great outcome, and inviting all of them to celebrate in the cafeteria. To your surprise, he replies a few minutes after the broadcast ends.

Thank you so so much for your support, _____

I don't think I could've gone through all of this without your help!

And thank you for this invitation, is tomorrow a good day? We'd be happy to come by, x

So with the butterflies in your stomach and tinted cheeks, you confirm him, willing to do your best for their visit.

When they enter the coffee shop, they notice the decorations and smile, tons of ballons in red, black and white, a banner that reads 8 is fate, and a special brew on the menu named after them.

Chan greets you with a hug and whispers a sincerely thank you, "You did this all yourself?"

"Yeah, well, I got a little help from my friends of course. They also became fans of you, so we all prepared this for you, guys. Do you like it?"

"It's amazing, I swear, thank you!" He says, still looking around in awe. "Let me introduce you to the guys, alright?"

So you approach the table where they have taken seat, some of them taking pictures and thanking the workers for this. Chan clears his throat for everyone to listen to him.

"Guys, there's someone I'd like you to meet," He shyly says, turning to face you. "This is ____, I met him here a few weeks ago and has helped me a lot, but you know this already. Also, a big fan of ours ever since."

You smile and wave at them, to which Felix sweetly smiles at you: "We've heard a lot about you, _____! It's great to finally meet you. Channie hyung has talked about you for a long, long time, I thought you were his boyfriend."

Everyone laughs and agrees with him, making Chan turn red.

"Oh, really? Well, it's a shame he hasn't asked me out yet, I've been waiting a long while." You respond, making them boo at Chan for not doing it earlier.

Without saying more, you go back to the kitchen to start preparing the beverages and pastries along with your friends, and after giving them to the guys with more congratulations and thanks, Chan grabs you by the hand and looks at you, serious. "Can we talk for a minute?"

You nod, suddenly feeling dizzy. You guide him to the staff area and pretend not to be nervous, even though your legs feel shaky.

"What's up, is everything okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, this is awesome, again, thank you so much for this, but uhm... I wanted to ask you about... you know, earlier." He scratches the back of his neck and takes a deep breath. "I'll just ask; did you mean what you said? About me asking you out?"

You swear you feel your heart stop for a moment, but gather up the courage to answer: "Yes, I meant that." You chuckle at Chan's reaction, who seems to be in shock. "Honestly, you can't blame me. You're just an amazing person, and meeting you has been the highlight of my life, no joke. However, if you only intend to be friends with me, that's alright. I don't wanna make you feel uncomfortable around me or make you feel pressured, I just wanted to let you know that I like you."

Chan smiles and doesn't hesitate to give you a tight hug. He feels his heart beating fast, but at the same time he feels this ease. He's so glad to hear that from you.

"Thank god I wasn't the only one feeling this way." He murmurs and separates from you. "I couldn't wrap my head around it, especially since I was going through that difficult moment, but last night I just confirmed my suspicions. When I got that text from you, there was nothing else I could think of but coming here to you, to tell you I like you. I like you too, and I am so glad to hear you do too."

The biggest smile appears on your face, and you swear you could melt from the warmth and comfort you were feeling right now. You hugged Chan again, feeling incredibly lucky.

After a moment of just hugging and feeling this calm, you look at him in the eyes, "So... Is it okay if I ask you out?"

He giggles and hides his face with his hands, "I can't believe this is happening. Yes, of course yes. I'd love to go out with you."

You can't help but giving him another big hug, hiding your face on the crook of his neck and smelling his sweet smell along with the coffee.

Chan smoothly moves his hands on your back and pulls you a bit closer, "Thank you for staying by my side this whole time. And for making me feel like I was not alone."

"Happy to, I'm glad things turned out this way." You murmur and separate a bit, his face right in front of you, his breath against your lips and his eyes fixed on yours, "So, would you like more coffee?"

Chan giggles, seeing you got nervous, but then he gives you a small kiss on your cheek. "Of course. Let's go."

[minchanfilm]

stray kids younger ninth member headcannons

pairing youngot9 x stray kids

warnings mentions of teasing, cursing

notes i lost the request for this i think i accidentally deleted it bruh. but it was like can you do headcannons for stray kids as the ninth member but they’re still in high school — since some of yall are young and cannot date them i suppose i will grant you with how they’d treat you in a non bf gf relationship way

mlist

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bangchan:

duo: father x daughter

- this man would literally treat you like his kid

- you genuinely see him as a father figure and rely on him probably too much

- always watches you to make sure that you’re still alive and breathing

- checks up on you so much to the point where you have to remind him that even though you’re young, you can take care of yourself

- if you do something stupid with a member, he definitely scolds you both if something goes wrong

- wakes you up for school and makes you lunches

- would get in the car to pick you up from school, but all the members would beg to come along so you would be picked up by a bunch of loud childish grown men

- cries every year on your birthday because you’re getting older LMAO

- “why can’t you stay young forever” “i quite literally cannot control that”

- you call him dude and bruh and he’s given up on correcting you

interviews/concerts:

- during interviews, if you’re not sitting next to him, he’ll always be glancing at you to make sure you’re okay

- also always makes sure you get the chance to talk if you’re more on the quiet side

- during games, if you’re competing against each other he always lets you win even though you just want him to play normally

- constantly checks up on you on stage especially during performances

- is always always always making sure that you’re eating good and taking care of yourself before and after performances (and just in general)

when you get mad/crash out (you’re a moody teenager it’s bound to happen):

- is lowkey scared of you

- you’re also lowkey scared of him in return so you’ve never snapped at him

- gets felix or i.n to talk to you

- if one of the members is the reason that you were mad, he gives them a talk and after that they never make you mad again

when you’re sad:

- once again gets felix or i.n to talk to you

- if you’re crying and he’s the one who finds you first, he just hugs you silently while you cry onto his shoulder

- i’m in tears i need to be comforted by him

- if you’re feeling really overwhelmed or stressed from work, he’s always willing to give you a day off

how he shows affection towards you:

- this man loves physical touch, so he would always be hugging you

- you always tell him to get off but he hugs you tighter just to be annoying

- thinks he’s sooo funny

- lets you sleep on him whenever you’re not near a bed

when he finds out you have a crush on an idol from a different group:

- let’s pretend it’s ni-ki from enhypen cause it’s more on the legal side

- thinks it’s so funny

- teases you whenever he’s brought up

- when you do collabs with other idols for tiktok and ni-ki is one of them, he makes you guys pair up (even though you both know it’s never gonna happen, he just thinks it’s cute)

when you do a scandalous tiktok dance:

- is SHOOK

- “absolutely not” “bruh”

- doesn’t let you post it or even show any of the other members

lee know:

duo: the bash siblings

- would probably try to be nicer to you when you first met

- but when he makes a snarky joke and you match his energy, he immediately deems you as his favorite person ever

- you both make rude/teasing remarks towards each other all the time to the point where the rest of the members think you’re actually arguing

- you also gang up on the other members to bully them

- however, if you’re more on the sensitive side, he tries to be nicer

- his members are lowkey scared whenever you both are together because they never know when they’re gonna get attacked

- definitely beefs with little kids on roblox with you

interviews/concerts:

- like chan, is always checking up on you

- if you have to compete against each other during interview games, you both are so competitive that it gets out of hand sometimes

- during concerts, you both are always throwing water at each other or having trip wars - you try to trip each other in different ways

- chan notices you doing it every time and tells you to stop before one of you actually gets hurt

- you’ve only tripped him once and you absolutely died laughing when you did, but he’s never successfully tripped you

when you get mad/crash out:

- lowkey finds it funny

- just stays out of your way if you’re genuinely mad

- but if you’re just annoyed, he’s probably the reason why

- continues to annoy you until chan tells him to stop

when you’re sad:

- isn’t really sure what to do but feels bad

- like chan, just lets you cry onto his shoulder silently

- every member is just gonna direct you to felix or i.n LMAO

how he shows affection towards you:

- he lowkey doesn’t

- his insults are out of love so i guess that counts

- deep down loves and cares for you a lot though

when he finds out you have a crush on an idol from a different group:

- let’s pretend it’s ni-ki again!

- laughs out loud when he finds out

- is always teasing you about it

- teases you when you’re in the presence of ni-ki and you get so mad

- is genuinely the funniest thing ever to him

when you do a scandalous tiktok dance:

- judges you

- “where did you even learn to do that?”

- also doesn’t let you post it

- “you’re like five years old, you can’t post that” “be so fr rn”

changbin:

duo: the favorite siblings

- you both are always making each other cackle with stupid jokes

- no one matches his energy better than you

- is definitely the type of person to smack you while laughing when you say something funny

- but you do it in return

- has so many inside jokes with you that the other members gave up on trying to keep up with you both

- when something exciting happens, he’s always excited to tell you because he loves how you match his energy

interviews/concerts:

- you’re always cackling in the back with him during concerts over the weirdest things

- same thing with interviews - you guys have to be told to stop screwing around

- you always somehow end up on his side during team games so you’re always supporting each other

- saw you trip lee know that one time and died laughing with you

when you get mad/crash out:

- like chan, lowkey scared

- you’ve never snapped at him either because you know you’d feel bad

- always knows how to cheer you up somehow

- most of the time it’s with stupid jokes

- or he does it accidentally by running into a wall or something

when you’re sad:

- feels so bad

- wants to cheer you up but doesn’t always know how to

- lets you rant to him

- also cheers you up by doing something stupid

how he shows affection towards you:

- always laughs at your jokes

- + inside jokessss

- hitting you when he laughs

when he finds out you have a crush on an idol from a different group:

- ni-ki once again

- thinks it’s super exciting

- when you see him in public, he nudges you with a smirk

- “look, it’s your boyfriend” “shut up!”

when you do a scandalous tiktok dance:

- is shocked at first but then -

- “can you teach me?” “i knew you’d ask”

- learns it also and you both eat it up

hyunjin:

duo: yapper x yapper

- you both are the biggest yappers

- put you both on live and there will be no silent moments. just constant yapping

- if you can draw, you definitely bond by drawing together

- if you can’t, that sucks idk what to tell you

- maybe he teaches you if you’re up for it

- you can’t help but think he’s the cutest ever because let’s be serious he literally is

- like all the other members, just has the urge to watch over you to make sure you’re always okay

interviews/concerts:

- if you’re struggling to learn a certain choreography, he always helps you

- members sometimes have to separate you guys when you tell a story because you just don’t shut up

- the most unserious duo during games- neither of you gaf

- dumped water on you once during a concert and let’s just say you got your revenge and he has not done it since

when you get mad/crash out:

- tells chan

- then just leaves you alone

- not tryna get yelled at by chan or you LMAO

when you’re sad:

- hugs

- lots more yapping from you ranting to him

- if someone was being rude to you, he’s definitely the type of person to be like “she’s such a bitch, why would she say that?” “right??”

how he shows affection towards you:

- always keeps the conversation going (i be hating it when people don’t listen when i speak so personally i find this to be affectionate)

- is always just there whenever you need him

when he finds out you have a crush on an idol from a different group:

- yall know the drill- ni-ki;)

- thinks it’s funny

- teases you but is the most delusional supporter

- “we made eye contact the other day” “oh he wants you fr”

when you do a scandalous tiktok dance:

- is honestly probably the one who showed you the dance in the first place

- does it with you

- you guys would definitely do the money pull up dance just for funsies

- you post it and everyone in the comments hypes you up

han:

duo: best friends

- loves doing stupid things with you

- you both will go live and just eat

- and i mean complete silence except for the sound of you both chomping down

- until you make eye contact and absolutely lose it

- being weird together is your guys’ thing

- there is never a dull moment between you two

- views you as his little sister and absolutely adores you

- when you get scolded by chan, it’s most likely because you did something stupid specifically with han

- loud duo

- the other members have to tell you guys to shut up sometimes

interviews/concerts:

- always helps to calm you down if you’re feeling anxious since he understands:(

- if you’re not sitting next to chan during an interview, you’re next to han

- during games, you guys are always yelling and that’s when you’re told to shut up

- also saw you trip lee know and had to walk away before he lost it

when you get mad/crash out:

- is probably crashing out with you

- listens to your ranting no matter how long you go on for

- is like hyunjin: “no because that’s such a bitchy thing to do” “that’s what i’m saying”

when you’re sad:

- is sad for you

- hates to see you cry

- wipes your tears for you

- once you were crying so hard that he started crying with you

- you felt horrible for making him cry so you cried even harder

- it was a whole mess

how he shows affection towards you:

- annoys you sometimes

- lots of hugs, like chan

- you always fall asleep with your head on his shoulder, and he eventually falls asleep too by resting his head on yours

- never makes you doubt if he literally hates you or not

when he finds out you have a crush on an idol from a different group:

- “OOOOUUUUU, EVERYONE Y/N LIKES-” “shut your mouth right now before i shut it for you”

- big time teasing

- teases you even harder after you have a conversation with your crush and come back all red faced

- “im telling channie hyung” “you better fucking not”

when you do a scandalous tiktok dance:

- screams

- “why can’t you do the renegade or something?” “r u fr”

- doesn’t want you to post it because he feels protective but honestly doesn’t really care what you do

felix:

duo: therapist x client

- your #1 comfort person

- personal therapist

- is so so caring towards you

- his presence is just comforting

- you both can sit in complete silence and you’ll just feel calm knowing that he’s there

- since he’s on tiktok a lot and knows a lot of trends, you guys have the same humor

- teaches you how to play his video games

- you end up becoming better than him at them and he’s js like😦

interviews/concerts:

- you force him to be by you during interviews

- you’re always either next to chan or han, but felix is always on the other side of you, no questions asked

- always checks up on you

- dumps water on you but you can never get mad at him for it

when you get mad/crash out:

- as i just said, you can never get mad at him

- one time you did snap at him and you cried after because you felt bad

- he told you that it was literally fine but you’re still upset about it to this day

- “y/n i swear it’s not a big deal” “i literally yelled at you, it is a big deal”

when you’re sad:

- the first person you go to

- is such an understanding person you lowkey wanna cry even harder just because he’s so nice

- he always cheers you up just by being there

how he shows affection towards you:

- is just always there for you

- understands you completely

- is always on you side during an argument

- i feel like he’s the type of person to have his hand on your back when leading you through busy crowds idk

when he finds out you have a crush on an idol from a different group:

- thinks it’s so cute

- doesn’t tease you but still finds it kinda funny

- he’ll see you talking to your crush and just smile

- doesn’t even need to say anything when you walk back, the look on his face says it all

when you do a scandalous tiktok dance:

- hypes you up

- probably ends up joining in

seungmin:

duo: tom and jerry

- he may not show it but deep down he cares for you a lot

- you’re lowkey the human version of puppym and that describes your guys’ relationship well enough

- you love annoying him

- secretly he loves it too

- he doesn’t realize it but he’s lowkey one of your top comfort people

- like lee know, you guys are mean to each other in a loving way of course

- you guys spend quality time together by watching movies in silence while chomping down on snacks

- after the movie ends, you share your thoughts with each other

interviews/concerts:

- your skzoos + you both = absolute chaos

- i feel like your skzoo would be like a deer or something to resemble you being the youngest idk but it would be a menace

- tried to trip you after you tripped lee know but failed

- unfortunately chan saw too and he got a scolding!

- “she started it” “yeah blame it all on me”

when you get mad/crash out:

- just keeps his distance

- not tryna catch these hands👊

- warns the other members

when you’re sad:

- is always there to listen

- he may not know what to tell you or give the best advice, but he’s always willing to let you rant to him

- awkwardly rubs your back and hugs you

how he shows affection towards you:

- like lee know, he honestly doesn’t

- you know that all of his bullying is done out of love

when he finds out you have a crush on an idol from a different group:

- just laughs

- “good luck with that”

- can’t help but be excited for you when he sees you talking to your crush

when you do a scandalous tiktok dance:

- judges you

- bombastic side eye

- “why are you showing me this?” “nvm get out you’re such a negative nancy”

i.n

duo: snoopy and woodstock

- everyone’s favorite duo

- you have the most heartwarming relationship

- like felix, i.n brings a sense of comfort to you - just being around him calms you down

- adores you

- sees you as his little sister and feels the need to protect you

- if the whole group is ever hanging out and they can’t find you and i.n, you’re most likely hiding out in yours or his room, messing around

- as the maknae duo, everyone is always getting cuteness aggression from you both

- when you guys are left alone, chan doesn’t even worry about you guys getting into trouble because he trusts you both will just end up watching tv or doing smth chill

interviews/concerts:

- you both check up on each other

- you make eye contact and give each other a thumbs up

- just silent symbols of showing that you’re fine

- you hate competing against each other

- you both are always full of energy on stage

when you get mad/crash out:

- knows that you probably just wanna be left alone so he tells the other members to leave you be for a bit

- after awhile he’ll come and check on you

- cheers you up with his cuteness

when you’re sad:

- one of the chosen members to check up on you

- if felix isn’t around, he takes over as the therapist

- an amazing listener

- “queen never cry” “where on earth did you learn that”

how he shows affection towards you:

- is always super nice to you no matter what mood he’s in

- ruffles your hair whenever he walks past you with a small smile on his face as you glare at him

when he finds out you have a crush on an idol from a different group:

- promises to not tell anyone

- you probably just told him instead of keeping it a secret because you trust him

- teases you quietly after he sees you interact with your crush

- “so when’s the wedding??” “oh shut it”

when you do a scandalous tiktok dance:

- doesn’t know wether to laugh or cry

- “…that’s nice” “thanks?”

- awkwardly leaves

[victorbutnotreally]

SCREAM!

A/N: This is intense, so if you're not comfortable with anything given in the warnings, i'll see you in the next fic <3 CNC/Consensual Non-Consent is communicated, and consented to beforehand. warnings: boypussy!minho, CNC, role-play, mask kink (ghostface), knife play, threats (consensual), reader is a bit mean?, degradation, praise, unprotected sex, overstimulation, manhandling, rough sex, size difference, belly bulge, breeding kink, multiple orgasms, clit slapping (once), face slapping (once), dacryphilia, handcuffs, swearing, nicknames, established relationship, aftercare

You've done CNC before, but not like this.

Not this intense.

It all started with an innocent Halloween party…Minho dressed as a playboy bunny, and you as Geto Suguru. Both of your costumes were pretty low effort, but you can't deny you guys looked good. Especially Minho who looked absolutely delectable in a black latex babydoll with bunny ears and a pretty collar. When you got home, you still had the Ghostface mask someone handed you during hide-and-seek.

"Be really scary." "Fine, but only if I get to spoil you afterwards."

"I'll kick and scream but don't you dare stop, okay?"

The words rang in your head even on the way home. The words which made you leave the party early. Hell, you didn't even dance to conserve your energy.

As soon as you got home, you locked the front door shut and wearing your Ghostface mask, carried Minho over your shoulder. Minho, who was as light as a feather, as small as a kitten compared to your towering frame, kicked and screamed as he said he would. You heard him scream, and you could only smirk behind your mask. You trusted him to use his safe word if needed, and he trusted you to stop if he does.

You toss him onto bed and hovered over his small body, pinning his hands above his head. He looked at you in terror…god, he was such a good actor.

"P-Please…what are you doing? Let me go.."

"Let me go!!!", he yelled as you took out the knife you had as part of your Geto costume and pressed it against his throat. Thank god it was blunt.

"I'll slit your fucking throat if you make a sound", you said, lowering your voice to up the scare factor. He wanted scary, you'd give him scary.

Minho's eyes widened in feigned terror, although his heart was racing with excitement beneath his skimpy costume.

"Oh god oh god, please don't hurt me!" He whimpers loudly, tears welling up in his eyes for effect. "I-I have money! Take my money, just let me go!" Despite his pleading words, he arches his back as the cold blade pressed against his skin.

You toss the knife aside and grab both of his wrists in one large hand to pin them above his head while the other ran up his thighs, sliding the soaked panties to the side.

"I bet you're enjoying this, you slut." You spat, slapping his clit harshly, making him cry out.

"A-Ah please…no," his protests start to turn unconvincing as he bucks his hips upward.

He squirms and writhes under your grip, face flushed and chest heaving. Despite his protests, his dripping arousal is evident, juices glistening on his inner thighs.

"You're hurting me! This isn't what I wanted!" He cries out, voice cracking. He tries to clamp his legs shut but you easily part them further. "Please, I'll do anything, just don't do this! I'm begging you!"

He played it well. You almost felt bad. But you remind yourself that this is what he wanted. You knew he'd use his safe word, and that was all the reassurance you needed to proceed.

"I'll do whatever the fuck I want, you whore."

You say in the same lowered tone. You release his wrists only to cuff it with the handcuffs you grabbed from your nightstand drawer. Your hand which was now free from holding Minho's wrists went to wrap around his neck, putting light pressure, making him gasp and cry as you took off the lace panties and inserted two fingers in, scissoring roughly while your thumb pushed back the hood of his pussy and rubbed harshly against the extremely sensitive clit, making his milky, plush thighs shake and squirm.

Minho thrashes and bucks wildly as your long fingers invade his sopping cunt, scissoring roughly, thumb abusing his aching clit. Tears stream down his flushed cheeks, drool escaping the corner of his mouth as choked sobs spill forth.

"No! Aahh! S-Stop! You're r-ruining me!" He wails pitifully, even as he clenches greedily around the pumping digits. The handcuffs clink as he yanks fruitlessly at the restraints, only to spread his legs wider for your harsh touch.

"Am I? Good." Your tone was harsh, and you could see Minho fighting back a smile.

He was in heaven. Not being able to see your handsome face and hear your actual voice made the fear factor go up exponentially, but it was just as arousing since he knew that it was none other than his beloved boyfriend.

"I'll ruin you, you slut. I'll fucking do that."

Just as those words went past your lips, Minho came undone, sobbing as an intense orgasm took over him.

"You say you don't like this, but you're cumming so fast."

Tears run down his face as he looks up at you with glazed, half-lidded eyes. You reach out, breaking character for a second to run your thumb over his cheek.

"That's a good little slut," you whispered, pulling out your fingers and licking them clean. But you didn't intend to stop there. You undo your pants and boxers, revealing your erection. You gasped as the cold air hit your warm skin. "Let's see how well you can take dick."

"It won't fit! You'll tear me apart!" Minho whines, a pretty pout on his glossy lips. Despite his arousal, he finds himself shutting his quivering thighs, playing into the act. And god how you wanted to kiss those pouty lips you loved so much. But you were enjoying this too much, a big part because of how pleasured Minho looked from this.

"Shut up, whore."

You say harshly, slapping him across the face. You throw his pretty thighs open forcefully with your hand, gazing at the glistening folds through your mask before sliding your dick in, the process easy due to the arousal fluid as well as the previous orgasm's remnants on Minho's pussy.

"So fucking tight, little bunny."

Minho lets out a whimper as your cock spears into his tight heat, stretching him wide. His velvety walls clench and spasm around the invading thickness, moans and curses slipping past his plush lips. Tears run freely down his contorted face as he throws his head back, dark hair splayed across the pillow. His feet flex and toes curl from the intensity.

"P-Please…too big…gonna break me…"

"Stop resisting or it'll hurt more." You say menacingly as you thrust in roughly, every thrust making a bulge in Minho's belly, visible through the tight latex babydoll. He looked so pretty like this, his little hands reaching out to touch you but not being able to because of the restraints.

He whimpered between ragged breaths, squeezing his eyes shut. The brutal pounding of your cock is merciless, each thrust sending waves of excruciating bliss crashing through him. A wet squelch echoed with each snap of your hips, his pussy drenched and gaping around the invading shaft.

You wrap your hand around his throat, moving the index and middle fingers past his lips.

"Y-You fucking whore. Made for taking dick," you groan between thrusts. The words and your relentless abuse of his g-spot made way for the second orgasm which was signalled by his walls clenching around your cock, milking it for all its worth.

"Cumming already like a bitch in heat and you have the fucking nerve to resist me."

His tongue swirls around your fingers obediently, his loud screams muffled by them as he came again. His whole body seizes up, back bowing off the bed. His vision blurred by tears, he looks up at you again, knowing you won't stop.

You smile behind the mask, wanting to kiss his pretty face, but thrusting regardless. You bring his legs up, throwing them over your shoulders as you slam in with more force. Your grip on his thighs was bruising, and the sight of your large hands on his thighs made him clench around you. The assault on his senses made Minho let out the prettiest, most pathetic sounds. You could tell he was sensitive from the two orgasms, but you also knew he had good endurance.

His legs bring you in closer, heels rubbing against your back as he tried to stay still. His tiny hands fist at the sheets the best he could with the cuffs still on. Your thumb rubs at his clit and he bucks his hips, his walls fluttering and clenching around you.

"F-Fuck…"

You felt your climax approaching as your thrusts grew erratic.

"Gonna fucking breed your cunt. Show the whole world who owns you."

He makes a sound between a sob and a moan at your words, mumbling unintelligible protests in a weak attempt to stay in character, but his body screamed otherwise as yet another orgasm overtook him. Tears ran freely down his cheeks as he squeezed your back with his legs. As if on cue, you climaxed as well, riding out your high as you moved in and out of his heat weakly. His small frame trembles beneath yours, slick juices dripping down his thighs as he's pumped full of cum. He pants, not a single thought behind his eyes as his walls flutter around your softening member.

You pull out slowly, watching the beautiful sight of his pussy coated in cum and arousal, dripping wet and fluttering. You remove your mask, pulling your clothes up to wipe the sweat from your face. You pulled him onto your lap and wrapped your arms around his waist, taking off his babydoll and pulling him close to your chest.

"Baby?" Your voice was tender, a stark contrast to the menacing tone from earlier.

"Hm?" Minho melts into the embrace, nuzzling into the crook of your neck, inhaling your familiar scent. He looks at you, a contented smile playing on his lips. "You did such a good job, Mnie," he giggled softly, pressing a kiss to your pulse before continuing. "You scared me half to death and filled me up so well."

"And you did such a good job taking it, darling," you say, kissing his forehead. You wiped his tears and kissed his soft cheeks, a protective instinct taking ahold of you as you see how tiny he is in your arms.

"My pretty baby…my Minnie did so well, hm?"

A warm blush spread across his cheeks at your praise, his heart swelling with affection. "I try," he said, trying to be demure and modest, bringing a fond smile to your lips. You kiss his lips for the first time since you came home, humming at the taste of his chocolate lip gloss.

"I love you baby," you say, looking at him adoringly. He smiled. He would get so overwhelmed by the look in your eyes sometimes, whether it be tender or intense. You nuzzle his nose, tilting your head to give him another little kiss on the lips.

"I'll run a bath for you, okay princess?"

"I want burgers afterwards."

"And curly fries, I know."

[cantstops1mping]

Bored

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𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ᡣ𐭩

// 🖤 - smut//

2121 words

{ao3}

§Yang Jeong-in | I.N. x m!reader x Christopher Bahng | Bangchan, m!reader x OT8 Stray Kids§

[male reader, bottom!reader, top!Yang Jeong-in | I.N., top!Christopher Bahng | Bangchan, 9th member!reader, maknae!reader, reader gets called: dove. jagi. jagiya. slut. whore, skirt, stockings, overstimulation, sub/dom dynamics, crying during sex, oral sex m.receiving (reader & bangchan), anal sex, unprotected sex, punishment, femboy not really, humiliation kink, groping, free use, couch sex, threesome, size kink, porn with plot]

«Jeongin got bored and you were the only one who could cure his boredom.»

This is my first smut! hope you all like it! (>/////< " )

Lee Know had put you in a skirt as punishment for being a brat while you all were filming Skzcode last week. 

The skirt punishment, one you hated with your entire being. No underwear, stockings, and this very small skirt which left little to the imagination. It only covered half of your ass and left your dick fully revealed at the front. 

The skirt meant free use, not that free use isn't always a thing, but it's more than usual. Over the couch, on the floor, pressed on the wall, on the counter, in the shower, everywhere.

Depending on how bad you were, a time limit was given for how long you had to wear the skirt. Sometimes it was a day, sometimes it was a week, sometimes even 2 weeks.

This time, it was only a week; a week of pure humiliation from all the other members. 

“Aww look at your tiny dick just hanging there; do you have no shame?”

“Dove, I dropped this mind picking it up?”

“Did that get you hard? Everything just goes straight to your dick doesn’t it?”

That's just a few of the things they say, along with sneaking pictures of your ass; the entire time is a nightmare for you.

Today you were happy to find out that 3racha and Seungmin were out to the studio to record and edit, while danceracha was out practicing, leaving you in an empty house. 

Well, almost empty. Everyone was out except Jeongin, your youngest hyung.

You wish you could take off the skirt but Jeongin was still here. You knew you would get spanked if ever tried taking it off and hiding it so you kept it on. You just opted to just stay in your room all day.

…

“Jagi, mind getting me water?” Jeongin yells from the living room

“Ok!” you yell back unhappily.

Slowly you walk out of your room and to the living room. You see Innie playing a game. Trying to quickly pass by him he grabs your arm and yanks you on his lap. “had to distract me didn’t you? Walking by like a slut in that short skirt.” he says while groping your ass.

As he gropes your ass, you can't help but get hard.

“already hard? You only think with your dick, don't you?” he says into your ear slyly.

He quickly manhandles you to lie on the couch. Ass up on the arm of the couch leaving your legs hanging off the side of the couch. “Hyung! Wait!” you yelp as he moves you around like a ragdoll.

“Wait? Why? Let me make you feel good, jagiya. You clearly want it” he smirked making you blush.

He lifts your skirt up to reveal the entirety of your hardened dick. He wraps his hand around the base of your erection. Jeongin’s hand almost covers your entire dick. Just leaving the tip out. “Look at how small your dick is. You can barely see it.” He says as he fakes a pout. 

You can feel the heat rising in your cheeks as Jeongin continues to taunt you about the size of your dick. He starts to stroke you slowly, his grip firm but gentle. You can't help but moan softly at the sensation, the embarrassment mixing with pleasure in a confusing whirlwind of emotions.

Jeongin leans in closer, his hot breath ghosting over your ear as he whispers, "Do you like that, whore? Do you like being teased and humiliated like the naughty little slut you are?" His words send shivers down your spine.

You can feel yourself getting closer to the edge, the pleasure building up inside you. Jeongin's hand works magic on you, his movements, calculated and precise, driving you wild with need. You grip the edge of the couch tightly, your whole body tingling with anticipation.

As you reach your peak, Jeongin speeds up his strokes, his thumb rubbing against your tip in just the right way to send you over the edge. With a strangled cry, you come hard, the intensity of your release leaving you breathless and dizzy. Jeongin smirks triumphantly, his hand still wrapped around your spent cock.

You lie there, panting and flushed, feeling a strange mixture of shame and satisfaction wash over you. You see Jeongin go down on his knees. “Wait what a-” You're interrupted by a moan escaping as Jeongin puts your dick in his mouth. It immediately hardened as you felt his wet mouth. 

“W-wait I just came!” you whine as he starts bobbing his head up and down. 

He quickly releases your dick from his mouth with a pop. “you're telling me your dick isn't hard?” he says quickly as he goes back to sucking your cock.

You can't help but moan at the sensation of his warm mouth enveloping your sensitive length once again. Jeongin's skilled tongue swirls around you, expertly teasing and coaxing another wave of pleasure from your body. Despite just having come, your cock responds eagerly to his ministrations, hardening once more under his touch.

The feeling of Jeongin's mouth moving up and down your shaft, the wet heat and suction creating an overwhelming sensation that leaves you gasping and writhing beneath him. You can't believe how good it feels.

As Jeongin continues his relentless assault on your cock, you can feel yourself reaching the edge once again. The pleasure builds and builds, spiraling out of control until you can't hold back any longer. With a guttural moan, you release once more, into Jeongin’s mouth. Your body shuddering with the force of your climax.

Jeongin pulls back and swallows, a satisfied smirk on his face as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. "Such a naughty little slut, coming for me twice in a row," he says, his voice dripping with amusement and satisfaction. You can't help but blush at his words, feeling a mix of embarrassment and arousal coursing through you.

As you catch your breath, Jeongin leans in close, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "Don't think this is over, baby. I'm just getting started with you." as he says this his hand engulfs your cock again.

“Wait! Hyung, please it's too much! Hyung!” you begged in between moans, almost crying.

“Why would I stop when you're already hard?” He says with a smirk on his face.

You feel yourself being pushed to the edge once again, the pleasure overwhelming your senses as Jeongin's hand works its magic on your sensitive length. His touch is relentless, driving you wild with need and desire. You can't help but moan and writhe beneath him, the intensity of the moment almost too much to bear.

As Jeongin continues to stroke you, his movements becoming faster and more urgent, you can feel yourself teetering on the brink of another release. Your body is on fire, every nerve ending tingling with pleasure as you spiral closer and closer to the edge. The rings on his hands leaving a cooling effect on your heated length, making you weak.

You try pushing jeongin's hand off of your overstimulated cock. Trying to not burst into tears from the overstimulation.

“Hey, has anyone seen m-” Chan gets interrupted with a moan from you.

“Chan, can you hold his hands?” Jeongin asks the older man.

“No, no! Please!” You weep. Begging Chan to stop Jeongin from any further assault on your dick.

Chan hesitates for a moment, looking conflicted as he sees the distress written all over your face. But ultimately, he complies with Jeongin’s request and takes hold of your hands, preventing you from pushing Jeongin away.

As Jeongin continues to pleasure you, Chan watches with a mixture of curiosity and arousal, he can feel his dick hardening. His grip on your hands was harsh. He can see the tears welling up in your eyes and the way your body trembles from the overwhelming sensations.

Jeonging slips two fingers into your ass. Adding to the simulation, making you cry harder.

The mixture of pleasure and pain overwhelming your senses. Jeongin's expert touch on your cock, combined with the intrusion of his fingers into your ass, sends you spinning into a whirlwind of pleasure. Tears stream down your face as you fall completely to the mercy of your youngest hyung and Chan, who holds your hands in place, preventing you from escaping the intense pleasure coursing through your body.

Your moans and cries fill the room, the sound of your desperation and need echoing off the walls. You can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, the pleasure building to a fever pitch that threatens to consume you entirely. The humiliation mingling with the overwhelming pleasure in a way that excites you.

As Jeongin continues to pleasure you, his fingers moving in and out of your ass with a relentless rhythm, you feel yourself teetering on the brink of another release. The combination of sensations is almost too much to bear, the overwhelming pleasure threatening to consume you entirely. You can't help but cry out in ecstasy, your body trembling with the force of your impending climax.

With a final, guttural moan, you feel yourself climax once more, your body shaking with the force of your release. You're left panting and breathless, completely spent and overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through you. Jeongin smirks triumphantly, his hand still wrapped around your quivering cock.

As you try to catch your breath, Jeongin leans in close once again, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "You're such a good little slut, aren't you? Coming for us like that, over and over again." His words send a shiver down your spine, a mix of shame and pleasure washing over you.

Jeongin flips you over on your stomach with one swift motion, making you yelp. He presses your face into the cushions of the couch, your ass exposed and vulnerable. You can hear Jeongin shuffling behind you, while Chan gets his rock-hard cock out. 

With a sudden thrust, Jeongin pushes his dick into you, making you cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. The sensation of being penetrated so suddenly and forcefully sends a jolt of electricity through your body, causing you to clench your muscles in response. You can feel every inch of him inside you, stretching you to your limits and filling you in a way that leaves you breathless.

Meanwhile, Chan positions himself in front of you, his hard cock bobbing in front of your face. He taps your cheek gently, indicating that he wants you to open your mouth for him. You comply, feeling a sense of submission and obedience as you eagerly take him into your mouth. The taste of him is musky and slightly salty, but you find yourself enjoying the feeling of him against your tongue.

As Jeongin continues to thrust into you, his movements becoming faster and more urgent, you can feel yourself being pushed to the brink once again. The sensation of being taken from both ends is overwhelming, the thrill of the situation only adding to your arousal. You can feel the beginning of a familiar tension building in your body, the pleasure and pain mixing together in a heady cocktail that threatens to drive you over the edge.

You can hear the sounds of skin slapping against skin, the groans and moans filling the room as you're being used by both Jeongin and Chan. The air is thick with the scent of sex and sweat, the intensity of the moment almost suffocating in its power. You can feel yourself surrendering to the sensations, losing yourself in the pleasure of being taken so thoroughly and completely.

As Jeongin's thrusts became more erratic and desperate, you could feel yourself teetering on the edge of another climax. The pressure building inside you is almost unbearable, the need for release driving you to the brink of oblivion. You can't help but cry out, the overwhelming sensations taking hold of you completely.

With a final, desperate cry, you feel yourself plummet over the edge, your body convulsing with the force of your release. You can feel Chan pulsing inside your mouth, his own climax adding to the intensity of the moment. You're left trembling and breathless, completely spent and overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through you.

As you lie there, panting, you can feel Jeongin and Chan's hot breath on your skin, their bodies pressed against yours in a tangle of limbs and sweat. “Honestly I called you over to get me water because I was bored and hard,” Jeongin says to you smirking 

“And I forgot what I came here for,” Chan says with a groan.

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[hanjist]

sister’s best friend.

content - brother!hyunjin. sister!yeji. fem best friend!reader. pure filthy smut.

warnings - threesome. wxw action. dom!hyunjin. dom!yeji. sub!reader. yeji makes fun of reader and embarrasses her in the first half. pervert!hyunjin. degrading. voyeurism. cumplay kinda. humiliation. spit play. ‘pretty girl’ ‘baby’ ‘cum dumpster’ used. multiple orgasms.

word count - 1983.

a/n - sorry i couldn’t help myself. idfw actual familial incest, so hyun n yeji are step siblings but hyunjin n yeji don’t interact with each other, just you coz you’re the main star obvi. ok so seems like when i write about yeji all of a sudden i get good at writing. not proof read.

“you two should make out.”

hyunjin blurts as he peeks behind the wall of yeji’s bedroom. he quickly hides away as yeji throws one of her stuffed animals at him.

“go away, you perv!”

you giggle away your embarrassment, trying to distract yeji from the fact you’re turning red.

“sorry y/n, my stupid and annoying step-brother. always getting in my business!”

as hyunjin gives another peek into yeji’s room, she spots him and flips him off. he rolls his eyes before walking away into his own room, slamming the door.

“just forget he said that. he’s just being a creep, per usual.”

you take several glances at hyunjin’s door across the hall from your spot on the bed as yeji speaks. she notices your eyes trailing from her to his door. how you’re starting to bite on your lip, to the point it might even bleed.

“y/n! don’t fucking tell me you’re into the idea!”

“w-what?! no! never! wha- how could you ever say that about me?!”

you cross your arms at her, cheeks turning an obvious shade of red. yeji laughs at you, her body slamming on to the pillows behind her.

“you are sick! are you into that shit? being a fucking pervert?”

yeji can’t stop laughing at you. it’s gone to a point where she’s become pale out of the amount of times she’s gasping for air from her laughter.

you turn your head from her, then your body as you sulk.

“stop making fun of me!”

“im sorry, im sorry! i’ll stop laughing…”

she wipes her tears as she takes a final sigh. her body relaxes between the pillows.

“oh man, you’re so disgusting.”

“enough!”

“okay, i’m sorry!”

there’s a silence between you two before you decide to speak up again.

“…it’s not a bad idea though.”

yeji covers her mouth in an attempt to stop herself from even the slightest giggle. then she bites her tongue before she speaks.

“it isn’t.”

she takes another breath.

“we should make hyunjin watch too. get his perverted ass to enjoy the show.”

“woah- what?!”

yeji gives a devious smirk at you as she gets up to lean against her hallway door.

“hyunjin! can you check on something for us?”

he opens his door immediately to the request.

“sure, what’s up?”

had he not heard what you guys were talking about before? there’s no way he didn’t hear, yeji was practically screaming everything out loud. was he playing dumb?

he leans against the door frame. yeji sits herself back onto her bed, right next to you. the space being limited between you.

“how’s my form?”

she grabs at your chin to turn your head away from hyunjin and face her. she pulls you closer to her face. the proximity of your lips, almost touching. your eyes quickly glance at hyunjin from the side, you see him licking his own lips. then it hits you.

you feel yeji’s lips on yours. her gloss smothering all over the bottom of your lip. her tongue darting into your mouth. the pressure of her fingers against your chin. you close your eyes at the feeling. the way yeji’s doing all of the work for you makes you feel relaxed, practically submitting to her.

“fuck… yeah, just like that.”

you can hear hyunjin from the side, groaning as he watches the both of you. you slide your hands on yeji’s waist, pulling her body closer to yours. she ends up crawling on your lap, eliminating the distance between you both.

yeji darts her tongue further into your mouth, making you moan. hyunjin’s own moan follows after he watches that certain action. yeji’s mouth detaches from yours, a line of saliva connecting the both of you. she gives hyunjin a look from the side.

“so? how was it?”

“fucking shit, ten outta ten. let me in on this.”

he approaches you, shoving yeji to the side. hyunjin wastes no time and quickly connects his lips onto yours. his plump lips fitting perfectly on yours, the wetness of the mix of all three of your salivas creating squelching noises as his mouth devours you. he softly bites on your bottom lip, leaving you into a whining mess. his fingers trail from your cheeks, to your jaw, down your neck, and finally toys at the straps of your flimsy tank top. he loops the straps on his fingers and pulls your top up, taking it off of you in one swift motion. your lips disconnect for a brief moment, then he’s back onto you like a magnet.

everything is happening so fast, it’s becoming blurry to you.

it was like the next time you opened your eyes, you were on all fours.

because you were.

your back arches as you’re hit with reality, more like pleased into reality. yeji grazes a bright pink dildo against your folds, while hyunjin lays back against the headboard of yeji’s bed, using his thumb to caress your lip as he takes his cock out of his pants with his freehand. his tip brushes your bottom lip before he uses his hand to pull your chin down, leaving your mouth wide open to take in at least the rest of his tip.

“can you take more baby?”

you nod as you wrap your mouth around him. he moves the few strands of hair in front of your face behind your ear, then slowly pushing down on your head against his shaft. you let out a gasp as yeji syncs up the dildo with hyunjin’s movements, pushing it in your cunt as your mouth goes down on his dick.

“hyunjin, the toy slides so easily in her. fuck…”

yeji licks her lips at the site of your cunt engulfing the toy whole. a particularly loud moan comes out of your mouth and vibrates against hyunjin’s dick. it sends him into a shock, moaning at the feeling.

it doesnt take long before hyunjin cums. as he releases inside your mouth, he pulls it out with a certain pop sound as your lips detach from his tip. as you swallow his load, his last bits of his cum finish by spurting onto your cheeks and chin. just like paint on a canvas. hyunjin grabs your cheeks harshly, pulling your head to turn and look back at yeji, who admires the splotches of hyunjin’s seed on your face. the distance between you shrinks as she’s now face to face with you. she sticks her tongue out, then presses it against your cheek, licking a long stripe to collect hyunjin’s seed in her mouth. then she attaches her lips back onto yours, a mixture of saliva and semen entering your mouth.

“don’t you think we taste so good, y/n?”

you eagerly nod, gulping down the mix of the siblings bodily secretions.

“wow, you’re disgusting.”

yeji tsks at you. the tone in her voice making you feel flustered, but also so turned on.

“who do you want more? me or hyunjin?”

you’re brain goes blank. you try to speak but no words come out of your mouth.

“the poor baby can’t speak, hm? that’s enough of an answer for us. looks like you’ll get us both, is that what you want?”

“y-yes! b-both! please!”

you whine at the both of them, your head turning to look at one then the other.

“shit… okay baby. lay on your back for us.”

hyunjin’s voice mellow but demanding. you react immediately, getting on your back against yeji’s bed. you watch as hyunjin pulls the restraining material of his pants all the way down to his ankles, while yeji unbuttons her skirt and pulls her panties down only to toss it elsewhere in her room.

the two quickly get into their positions on your body, yeji hovering above your face and hyunjin lined up at your core. the heat of their bodies at your most sacred parts only makes you want them more. hyunjin slowly sinks into your cunt, the tip only making it in before you whine in pleasure. then being cut by yeji slamming down onto your face, mouth directly at her own sopping core and clit to your nose. hyunjin keeps pushing himself in further, while the moans he gets out of you travel to yeji, making her whine at the feeling of your mouths vibrations. her fingers latch onto her headboard, grip tightening for maintaining her balance as she starts to ride your face. on the other hand, hyunjin bottoms out in your cunt, balls deep. the clench your cunt makes around his cock is already enough of a sign that he should start moving. the rhythm of hyunjin’s thrusts in your pussy make you rock up and down, your mouth messily sucking on yeji’s cunt. every time hyunjin thrusts, your nose keeps bumping harder onto yeji’s clit, the pressure building up.

the sensations building up in your stomach felt like it was too much to handle. your toes start to curl. hyunjin notices, making him plow harder into your core. it’s like you’re suffering when the rough speed intensifies. you moan endlessly into yeji’s cunt, making her squirt all over your face. you end up creaming around hyunjin’s dick after yeji’s release.

“creaming all over my cock, hm? take my seed, like a cum dumpster.”

hyunjin gives one last thrust before you feel his warm seed filling you up. as he pulls out, he watches the mixture of your cum drip down your folds.

“shit… look at her mess.”

hyunjin whimpers at the sight of his doings. yeji trembles as she gets off your face. she crawls over to hyunjin’s spot.

“move!”

she pushes him away from his spot on her bed, taking his place. she slowly straddles you, her legs in between yours. you already know what she’s about it to do.

yeji starts rubbing her wet pussy all over your creamed cunt. you follow her rhythm, rolling your hips against her. the mixtures of all three of your essences mix between your bodies. as your clit rubs against hers, you feel another coil in your stomach. it doesn’t take you long to release again, more cum dripping out of your cunt. it doesn’t stop yeji though, rubbing her folds against yours, spreading your cum all over your cunt.

“you love being messy, hm pretty girl?”

you nod your head aggressively, in a way that could mess up your brain more than it already is.

hyunjin watches, a death grip around his own cock, thrusting into his hand as he watches you grind against his dirty step-sister.

“get off, it’s my turn again.”

hyunjin gives yeji her payback, pushing her away from your cunt just as he sees she’s about to release all over you.

“hey! i was so close!”

hyunjin rolls his eyes at yeji’s remark. he grabs you by your ankles, dragging your body to turn towards the end of the bed, legs dangling off the edge. he falls onto his knees, right in front of your cunt. he starts kissing your inner thighs softly. it felt so calming. almost too peaceful.

he’s brisk to reach back onto your messy pussy, leaving light kisses on it. everywhere from your folds, to your hole, and your clit. reserving the most aggressive kisses to your clit, sucking the soul out of it.

he prods his tongue inside your hole, collecting the essence and cream dripping onto the sheets.

yeji on your side has began to suck on your tits. her tongue swirling all over your areola, sucking on your nipples, and leaving dark hickeys all over your chest.

it doesn’t take long for the both of their lips on your body to make you release for the nth time.

you feel weak.

messy.

dirty.

still aroused.

yeji leaves a peck on your lips before she gets up from her bed.

“let’s do this again next time you come over.”

[writingforstraykids]

hiya! i'm still pretty new to your blog but i really like your writing! english isn't my first language but i hope my request is still understandable ^^

m!reader (with they/them pronouns if possible 👉🏻👈🏻) is best friends with chan. chan praises the reader in some way and figures out that they have a praise kink so he just keeps praising them to make them flustered all the time (bonus points if he throws in the classic 'good boy')

oh and i wanted to ask if i could maybe be 🦖 anon?

thank you!

It's always been you

Pairing: Chan x m!reader with they/them pronouns (mention of Minsung)

Word Count: 4301

Summary: Chan and you have been best friends for what feels like forever. You long for more, not knowing that Chan feels the same. Minho and Jisung decide to lend you a hand the way Chan and you did for them.

Warnings/Tags: friends to lovers, fluff, slight angst, smut, teasing, praise kink, dry humping

A/N: I know we've talked a while ago about this request but I hope I did your wishes for it justice, my dear🖤

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

You hum gently to yourself as you make your way back home, scrolling through your phone as you try to find a good song. A smile covers your lips as your best friend's voice rings through your ears and you can't help the warm feeling spreading through you. Chan invited you over for a movie night with the boys, and you couldn't wait to spend time with them…or him. Being around Chan made you feel things you never felt for anyone else ever before. Those soft brown eyes, beautiful smile, and warm hugs made you feel so loved. You know there's no chance he would ever love you back, but that didn't stop you from gazing after him. 

You reach their dorm, and Minho lets you in, pulling you into a short hug. “Hey, Min.”

“Hey,” he smiles and closes the door behind you. “Channie hyung will be there in a bit. He went out to grab some snacks with Ji,” he explains and pats your back, leading you inside. 

“Oh, okay,” you nod and glance around the living room, where they've already set everything up. “Can I still help with anything?”

“Nah, you're fine,” he tells you and gently shoves you toward the sofa. “Relax, okay? We got it.”

-

“Fuck, Ji, it's getting worse every time they're there,” Chan sighs and grabs some of your favorite cookies. 

“Worse?” Jisung frowns, and Chan nods weakly. 

“Yeah, they're so funny and adorable and so pretty,” he says and glances at his friend nervously. “I really want to be more than just friends.”

Jisung squints his eyes at him suspiciously. “Just sex or more?” he asks quietly. 

“Not just sex,” Chan shakes his head and awkwardly scratches his neck. “I wanna be there for them, make sure they're safe and loved.”

“Why don't you tell them?” he asks curiously. 

“I'm scared of ruining our friendship,” he admits. 

“You will, one way or the other, won't you?” he asks gently. “You'll regret it if you don't tell them, believe me. I could've saved myself a lot of pain if I told Minho hyung a lot earlier.” 

“Yeah, but…I told you Minho loves you. You had some clarity after that,” he sighs softly. 

“I can ask Y/nnie,” he shrugs, and Chan's eyes widen fearfully. “Then I'll tell you, and you can decide what to do with that information.”

“Yeah, okay,” he gives in after a moment. 

-

You look up as they return from the store and smile softly, spotting Chan and giving him a small wave. Chan smiles back, walks past you, and gently pats your head. “Hey, bestie.”

“Hey,” you smile gently, swallowing at the word that once brought you so much comfort but now is a simple reminder of what you didn't have. 

You see Minho greeting Jisung, pulling him into a hug, and gently rubbing his back. He asks him something you can't quite hear, but his eyes are so soft, his voice gentle, it makes your heartache. Minho giggles at Jisung’s answer and cups his face, kissing his forehead. You quickly look away, biting your lower lip. You still remember how happy you were when they got together, but over time it got hard to watch, wishing for something like this with Chan. “Y/nnie, can I talk to you for a second?” Jisung asks as he pulls back. “I need help with something.”

“You're okay?” Minho asks worriedly. 

“I'm okay,” he assures him softly and squeezes his hand. “Come on,” he waves you over. You get up, not noticing Chan's anxious glance as you leave the room. 

Minho glances at him suspiciously. “Oh…that?”

“Mhm,” Chan nods nervously and Minho flashes him an encouraging smile. 

“How could they not love you, huh?” he chuckles compassionately. “Relax, hyungie.”

-

Only a little later, you're back in the living room, trying not to look all too confused. There isn't much space left on the sofa, and Chan pulls you into his lap naturally. You sink back into him and bite your lower lip nervously. Why the hell did Jisung ask if you're in love? With Chan? Was it that obvious? 

You can barely focus on the movie playing and want nothing more but to leave and think this all through. It's over sooner than you thought, and you're all sitting in a circle on the carpet now. 

“Truth or dare anyone?” Seungmin asks, and you curse yourself quietly. Of course. 

“Not for me, I should get -” you start and see Chan's smile fading. 

“You're leaving already?” he asks worriedly, and you nod quickly.

“Oh, come on, Y/nnie,” Jeongin pouts at you. 

“You can't leave already,” Changing protests and places the cards into your circle. 

“Fine,” you give in weakly and sit down next to Chan, who lifts you into his lap rather quickly again. His arms wrap around your waist, and his chin rests on your shoulder. “Clingy,” you comment fondly. 

“Fuck off,” Chan gives back just as fondly. 

The game goes on, and luckily, you're getting easy tasks and questions that don't make you uncomfortable. Jisung is sleeping in Minho's lap by now as the latter plays with his hair, and Felix's head is resting on his shoulder. Seungmin and Innie keep on teasing each other, hoping for the most stupid questions for each other. Changbin is still reading the questions, and Hyunjin giggles every time he shows him beforehand. You're still comfortable in Chan's lap and giggle as Seungmin spins the bottle, and it points at the two of you. 

“That's pretty in the middle,” Changbin states and frowns softly. 

“I can go; I'll take truth,” Chan volunteers. Changbin glances down at the question before grinning. 

“Do you have a crush? If so, who?” he reads out loud, and Chan stiffens beneath you. 

“I do,” he nods, and your throat dries. 

“Who?” Hyunjin asks, pointing out the second part of the question. 

“Someone I know really well,” Chan says, and your heart drops. That could be everyone in this room, and looking at the others, you know it can't be you. There's no chance. You push yourself from his lap before you fully comprehend your thoughts, excusing yourself for the bathroom. Chan glances after you worriedly as you bump into the table on the way out and exchanges a worried look with Minho. 

“I got it,” Minho nods and gently plants a sleeping Jisung into Felix's lap. “You go on,” he tells the rest before making his way upstairs to the bathroom. Minho gently knocks at the door and fondly rolls his eyes as you don't answer. “Y/nnie, let me in,” he says and waits for another moment. “I'll go get Chan if you don't.” You quickly open the door and pull him inside, locking the door again. “Cozy,” he comments teasingly. 

“Why are you even here?” you sigh softly and sit down heavily at the edge of the bathtub. 

“Shouldn't I ask you that? This can't be more comfortable than Chan hyung’s lap,” he says and sits down next to you, shaking his head. “Definitely not.”

“Mhm, you should know, right?” you ask sarcastically, and Minho grins. 

“Oh, I do…I've seen…or felt…everything you dream about,” he chuckles and gently pats your thigh. “I'm with Ji. What's stopping you now, huh?”

“Don't be ridiculous,” you shake your head and sigh heavily. “There's no way on earth Chan would love me and - oh fuck, I sound just like you,” you groan. 

“You do,” he giggles. “And I remember you telling me to get myself together and finally realize how handsome I am.”

“Well, you are, you dumbass,” you roll your eyes at him. “That doesn't exactly apply to me.”

“I think…I know Chan thinks very differently about that,” he says and is quiet for a moment. “So do I, dumbass,” he says and gently smacks the back of your head. 

Minho's words hit you like a wave, washing away the stubborn layers of doubt that had clung to you all evening. Despite the sting of his playful smack, there's an undeniable warmth in his words, an affirmation that maybe, just maybe, Chan might feel the same way about you. 

"But, Min," you start, your voice trembling slightly from the mix of hope and uncertainty, "What if you're wrong? What if he doesn't... What if it's not me he's talking about?"

Minho raises an eyebrow and gives you a look that screams exasperation mixed with fondness. "Y/nnie, when have I ever steered you wrong? Listen, Chan's not as good at hiding his feelings as he thinks. The way he looks at you? I've seen it. It's more than just friendship. This isn’t my talk to have, though, you know?"

You're about to respond, but there's a knock on the bathroom door that makes you both flinch. "It's me," a voice says, one that sends butterflies rampaging through your stomach. Chan.

Minho winks at you and stands up. He walks past Chan with a knowing look as he exits the bathroom, leaving the door slightly ajar. You're frozen in place, your heart pounding so loudly you're sure Chan can hear it.

Chan steps inside, closes the door behind him, and leans against it. His eyes search yours, filled with a nervous energy that matches your own. "Y/nnie, are you okay? I noticed you left suddenly..."

Taking a deep breath, you nod slowly, trying to muster the courage that Minho seemed to think you had in abundance. "I'm okay, Chan. Just... a lot on my mind, I guess."

Chan moves closer, his concern evident. "Anything you want to talk about? You know you can tell me anything, right?"

The sincerity in his voice nearly breaks you. With a shaky exhale, you decide it's now or never. "Chan, I... I need to ask you something. Earlier, when you said you have a crush... was that-"

Chan's face changes then, but before you can interpret it, he lets out a breath he seems to have been holding. "Yes, it's you. It's always been you, Y/nnie. I was just too scared to say anything because I didn't want to ruin what we had."

The words you had feared and hoped to hear tumble into the small space between you, and for a moment, the world stops. Tears prick your eyes, not from sadness but from an overwhelming relief that floods through you.

"Chan, I... I feel the same," you confess, the weight of your unspoken feelings lifting off your shoulders. "I was so afraid you'd never see me that way."

Chan steps forward, closing the distance between you in an instant. His hands cup your face gently, and he smiles - a real, soft smile that you've dreamed of being meant for you. "How could I not? You're amazing, Y/nnie. I've just been an idiot about it."

And then he kisses you, a soft, sweet kiss that promises more. As you melt into him, the fears and doubts of the past fade away, replaced by the excitement of what comes next.

Outside the bathroom, the sounds of the ongoing game and the laughter of your friends continue, a reminder of the world waiting for you both. But for now, in this small, shared space, nothing matters more than the two of you finally bridging the gap between friendship and something much deeper.

When you finally pull away, Chan's grin is as bright as the stars you imagine are shining outside. "Come on," he says, taking your hand. "Let's go back.”

The two of you sit down again, and you lean back against him comfortably. Your eyes meet Minho’s, and you can’t help but beam at him. Minho smiles gently and winks at you, focusing back on the game. Chan gently intertwines your hands in front of your stomach and rests his head on your shoulder. “Tired?” you ask him quietly enough for only him to hear.

“Starting to be, yeah,” he hums quietly. “You wanna stay tonight?” he asks so sweetly there was no chance you’d deny him. 

“I would love to,” you nod.

The evening goes on, but the atmosphere around you is subtly different now. The other guys seem to pick up on the shift; quick, knowing glances are exchanged, and an occasional smirk is poorly disguised as a cough. As the evening slowly comes to a stop, the games gradually transform into yawns and stretching limbs. One by one, the room starts to empty as everyone heads to their room. Changbin claps Chan on the back as he passes by, whispering something that makes Chan chuckle and squeeze your hand tighter.

Once the room is empty, Chan shifts slightly, turning to face you. "So, what do you want to do?" he asks, his voice low and warm. "We could start another movie, just the two of us, or maybe just talk?"

"The talking sounds nice," you reply, smiling at him

Chan nods in agreement and stands, leading you to his room. You’ve been here so often before, but you never fail to feel at home here. He shuts the door behind you and sits on the edge of the bed, patting the space next to him.

You join him, feeling a blend of excitement and nervousness. "I'm really glad you're here," Chan begins, turning to you with a beautiful smile that makes your heart flutter. "I've wanted to talk like this for so long but didn't know how to start."

"Me too," you admit. "I always wondered what this would be like, talking to you like this, knowing we both feel the same way."

Chan reaches out, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "I've been so scared of messing things up," he confesses. "I didn't want to lose you by taking a step that might have been too much, too soon."

You nod, understanding his fears because they mirror your own. "But we didn't mess it up, did we? We're here now, and it feels right."

"It does," he agrees, his eyes lighting up with a mixture of relief and happiness. "It feels perfect."

"What do you think will happen with us?" you ask a small part of you needing reassurance that tonight's magic will extend beyond dawn.

Chan squeezes your hand, his gaze steady. "I think we're going to be great," he says. "We already know each other so well, and we care about each other. We just have to keep doing what we're doing."

"I love that," you whisper, leaning your head against his shoulder.

"I love you," Chan says softly, the words spoken so naturally, echoing through the quiet room.

"I love you too, Channie," you respond, turning to face him. Your eyes meet his in a look that feels like a promise. He smiles sweetly, dimples showing, and gives you another quick kiss.

Chan stands up and offers you a shirt to sleep in, his shy smile making you laugh. You change and slide under the covers beside him, his arm coming around to hold you close.

The comfort of his embrace and the steady beat of his heart soon draw you into slumber, the challenges of the day fading into the peace of the night.

Two weeks later

You’re at the kitchen table with Minho, whispering the details of Chan’s and your first kiss and talk to him. You haven’t really had time to before with Minho gone for a few days. Minho listens curiously, nodding along, and you can tell he’s happy for you. The rest slowly join you for breakfast, and then Chan comes back from his shower after his gym session. His curls are still damp, a bright smile covering his face as he sees you. He passes you, gently squeezing your shoulder. “Morning, pretty,” he says softly, and you can’t help but feel flustered. A quick kiss to your temple follows, and he’s gone again already, getting himself something to drink. 

Minho notices the blush settling on your cheeks and giggles. “That easily?” he asks, amused. 

You gently shove his shoulder. “Shut up,” you mutter. “I’m not used to it.”

“Mhm,” he hums, still giggling softly.

It gets worse as Chan slips into the chair next to you, flashing you a bright smile and casually resting his hand on your thigh. “You slept well, beautiful?” he asks, not noticing the blush on your cheeks deepening. 

What the hell? Why were his simple words causing such warmth to spread through your body? Why are you blushing so hard after a few kind words? His eyes meet yours, and your stomach tightens at the love in them. Fuck.

“Yeah, did you?” you ask shyly.

“Of course, you’ve always been amazing at cuddling,” he compliments you, and you subconsciously shift in your chair. 

You manage a small smile in response to Chan’s gaze, the affection evident in his eyes almost too much to process so early in the morning. He chuckles softly, his hand squeezing your thigh reassuringly, a simple gesture that somehow speeds up your fluttering heart.

“Sorry,” he whispers, leaning in so that only you can hear, “I didn’t mean to make you blush this much.” His voice is a blend of amusement and tenderness, sending a shiver down your spine. You can't help but feel a little overwhelmed by how natural it all seems to him, this newfound closeness between you.

“It’s okay,” you assure him. 

“Are you sure, pretty boy?” he asks and your lips part softly, eyes widening a little. 

“Channie,” you whisper softly, shaking your head. “Stop it.”

“Stop what?” he asks, a knowing smirk lacing his features. “I’m just saying what I see.”

Your teeth bury into your lower lip as you feel the earlier shyness shift into something much stronger. Chan was getting you all worked up over nothing, and you’re not even done with breakfast yet.

“Give them a break,” Minho leans over suddenly, rolling his eyes playfully at Chan. “You’re getting them all worked up at the breakfast table; behave,” he says quietly enough only for the pair of you to hear.

Chan’s eyes widen, lips parting in a silent ‘oh’ as he picks up on the effect his words have on you. He leans closer to you, his breath tickling your neck. “Didn’t know you had a thing for praise.”

“Me neither, now shut up,” you plead softly, shifting in your seat and pulling at your shirt to cover your lap. Chan’s low chuckle sends shivers down your spine, and you flinch as his hand moves up your thigh. You gaze at him nervously, but Chan doesn’t even glance in your direction, talking to Seungmin opposite him. By now, you can’t get up to escape the possibility of getting caught because you’re slowly growing hard.

Your breath hitches as you try to focus on anything but the warmth of Chan's hand, your body reacting despite the semi-public setting. It's a thrilling yet terrifying mix of emotions, the fear of being noticed wrestling with the pleasure of Chan's subtle touches.

"Hey, you okay?" Seungmin's voice cuts through your haze, and you snap your attention back to him, nodding quickly, too quickly.

"Yeah, just... thought I saw something outside," you stammer, hoping your voice doesn't betray the flush of heat crawling up your neck. Chan smirks slightly, his fingers pausing as if he's aware of your struggle to stay composed.

The rest of the breakfast passes with a sort of hushed intensity, your mind whirling with Chan's teasing and the palpable connection that seems to have everyone subtly glancing your way every so often. You're grateful when the meal finally ends, and there’s an opportunity to escape the intensity of the kitchen.

Chan stands and stretches, his shirt lifting slightly to reveal a sliver of his abdomen. You have to force your gaze away, feeling the heat in your cheeks intensify. "Wanna go upstairs?" he asks, his voice low, meant only for your ears. You pull at the hem of your shirt, nodding shyly and biting your lower lip in anticipation. Chan giggles and pulls you into a tight hug, whispering to you as some of the boys are still here. “Didn’t know you’d be able to hide it so well,” he tells you, hand running down your back. “Think you deserved yourself a reward, pretty boy?”

“Please,” you whisper, burying your flushed face in his shoulder. 

“If you’re good and keep quiet, I’ll help you out,” he whispers, and you tense in his arms, biting your lower lip hard. 

Your body reacts with a shiver at the promise in his words, the idea alone enough to draw a deep, yearning ache from within you. You nod against his shoulder, unable to speak, your heart pounding fiercely in your chest.

Chan leads you quietly upstairs, his hand gripping yours with a reassuring firmness. You pass a couple of the guys lounging in the living area, completely oblivious to the charged atmosphere between you two. Once inside his room, Chan locks the door with a soft click, the sound echoing slightly in the stillness.

"Sit down," he directs gently, pointing to the edge of his bed. You obey, watching him with wide eyes as he kneels down in front of you. His hands rest on your knees, his touch light but sending waves of anticipation through your body.

"How quiet do you think you can be?" Chan asks, his voice low and teasing, his breath warm against your skin as he leans closer.

"I'll be quiet," you promise, your voice barely above a whisper, trembling with the effort of keeping your composure.

Chan smiles, that knowing, mischievous grin that always sets your heart racing. He slowly moves his hands up your thighs, his fingers brushing the fabric of your sweatpants tantalizingly slow. The touch is light, almost teasing, but it’s enough to make you gasp softly.

"Shh," he hushes, his lips brushing against your ear, sending another shiver down your spine. "Remember, you need to be quiet."

You nod, biting your lip hard to stifle any further sounds. Chan’s hands continue their exploration, now slipping under your shirt to trace the lines of your stomach up towards your chest. His touch is feather-light, yet every nerve in your body screams for more contact, more pressure.

Without warning, he presses down more firmly, his palm flat against your chest as he pushes you gently back onto the bed. You go willingly, your body already on fire from his touch, your breathing heavy but controlled as you try to keep your promise.

Chan climbs onto the bed, straddling one of your thighs as he leans over you, his face just inches from yours. “Still doing okay?” he asks, his eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation.

“More than okay,” you breathe out, the proximity of his body making it hard to think about anything but the feel of him against you.

Grinning, Chan shifts his weight, and you feel the firm pressure of his thigh between yours, exactly where you need him. He watches your face closely as he begins to rock gently, the friction sending sparks of pleasure coursing through you. Your hands find his hips, gripping him, guiding him into a rhythm that has you biting down on your lip to keep silent.

The room is filled with the soft sound of fabric moving against fabric and Chan's steady, controlled breathing. You keep your eyes locked on him, getting lost in the intensity of his gaze as he moves against you. Each motion is deliberate, calculated to drive you closer to the edge without tipping you over too soon.

Chan’s hands are on your hips now, his fingers pressing into your skin, his grip firm and possessive. He leans down to kiss you, slow and deep, his lips moving against yours in a dance that mirrors the movement of your bodies. You respond eagerly, the kiss muffled enough to keep your moans contained.

As the pressure builds, Chan’s movements become more urgent, his body pressing harder against yours. You feel a warmth spreading through you, a tingling sensation that starts deep within and radiates outwards. Your grip on him tightens, and Chan breaks the kiss to look at you, his eyes intense.

“Shit, Channie,” you whisper, almost feeling dizzy at the intensity of finally being this close to Chan. 

“Shh, be a good boy, yeah?” he asks softly, biting back a moan himself as he rocks his hips.

“Close,” you manage to whisper, and he nods, his movements becoming even more focused. You arch into him, your mouth opening in a silent cry of release as waves of pleasure wash over you. Chan holds you through it, his body a steady presence as you tremble beneath him. Chan buries his face in your chest with a soft, punched-out sound as his body shivers, stumbling over the edge. 

When you finally relax back onto the bed, Chan’s face is flushed with his own exertion, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. He kisses you softly, tenderly, a stark contrast to the urgency of moments before.

“Was that quiet enough for you?” you ask, a playful note in your voice despite your exhaustion.

“Perfect,” Chan confirms with a chuckle, his forehead resting against yours. “Absolutely perfect.” You both lie there for a moment, catching your breath, the only sound in the room now the quiet hum of the house around you. Then, with a gentle nudge, Chan encourages you to sit up. “Come on,” he says, his voice gentle. “Let’s clean up a bit, then we can go back down. They’ll wonder where we’ve vanished to.”

“Yeah, okay,” you giggle softly, smiling into the loving kiss he gives you before slipping out of bed. Yeah, you could get used to this and so much more.

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Prompt: “I didn’t say that. I’d never say that.”

It was hard to believe Jisung given the way his cheeks and ears flushed with color. Considering the information came from Hyunjin, it seemed more likely to be true.

“It sounds like something you’d say.” You pressed on, turning your attention to the cake you were frosting. “You tend to go on and on about ass and tits, so it isn’t—”

“But not about you!” He cut in. “You’re my roommate!”

“I thought you said you’d ‘never say that.’” You gave him the side eye. “So let’s see. What did he say…Oh! ‘I’d let her sit on my face until I suffocated and died.’”

Jisung’s eyes widened in horror at your words, his face turning even redder as he sputtered incoherently. You couldn’t help but smirk at his reaction, finding amusement in his discomfort.

“Is that true, Jisung?” You teased, watching him squirm under your gaze. “Do you have a secret crush on me or something?”

His attempt to form a coherent response only made you more determined to tease him further. But before you could say anything else, Jisung took a deep breath and gave you a determined look. “Fine, you caught me,” he confessed, his voice surprisingly steady. “I do think you’re hot. But it’s not just about your looks. You’re an amazing person, and I…I really like you.”

You were taken aback by his confession, your heart skipping a beat at his words. You searched his eyes for any sign of deception, but you saw nothing but sincerity staring back at you. “For how long?”

“…Since I moved in. I thought you’d feel weird and kick me out if you knew.”

Given that it’d been nearly two years since, it was safe to say you weren’t weirded out in the slightest. “I’ve seen you snot-nosed and puking everywhere. I’ve picked up your cum sock. At this point, nothing you do can scare me off.” You dabbed frosting on his lips and gave him a peck on the cheek. “So, how about you plan a date for us this Friday?”

His eyes lit up with joy as he greedily licked at his lips. “It’d be my pleasure.”

[strwbrrychnnie]

hiii! can i request for a top!male manager/reader x bang chan and han jisung? preferably with double pen OR spitroasting scene, you can decide who gets to bottom as long as M reader is one of the tops (or both of the members trying to fight who bottoms bcs they like reader’s dick but only one gets to bottom)

thank you!! im glad there’s one more M!reader writer here 😞

< under you >

pairing:: bang chan x han jisung x top!male manager reader genre:: smut, slow burn (if ur used to it getting straight to the point) word count:: 10238 summary:: you’re skz’s main manager. they’ve secretly all been pining for you, chan and jisung more than the rest. after you tease chan a little too much one night, it all comes to light. warnings:: smut !!! chan is pathetic. puppy chan. spitroasting. unprotected sex. praise. misuse of honorifics ++ age dynamic. crying . light bondage . notes:: i am SO sorry. this request has been collecting dust in my inbox for almost a full year and i finally finished it. i hope this is worth the wait<3 i love the likes, but if you guys have any comments feel free to share :3 i love the little notes you guys left on the last one

3RACHA overwork. You know this. They know this. The past couple of weeks, while they’ve supposed to be on break, the three producers have been grinding away in the studio. You’re worried about them– especially Chan, who will stay in the studio until the sun rises. So you’re sitting back on the couch, in Chan's studio, making sure the three boys don’t work too hard.

Chan’s focused, his brow furrowed and his lips pulled into a tight pout as he messes with the demos. Jisung’s sitting next to you, typing lyrics on his phone as Chan plays the tracks out loud. Changbin, sitting on the ground against Chan's desk, groans at a text.

“Agh, god.” Changbin stands up, stretching his arms. “I forgot I made plans with Hyune tonight. Can you guys deal without me?” You hold back a laugh and Chan leans back in his chair, looking at Changbin upside down.

“Yeah, we’ll be fine. Have fun with your wife.” Chan smiles and Jisung giggles. Changbin flicks Chan’s forehead and unplugs his charger.

“You’re just jealous, hyung.” Changbin sticks out his tongue, walking towards the door and ruffling Jisung's hair. “Bye, Sungie.”

“Bye, hyung.” Jisung reaches up and squeezes Changbin’s hand. Changbin opens the door and walks out, shutting the door behind him. Chan pauses the track and stretches his arms high over his head, his shirt riding up to reveal a sliver of his abs.

“Well, I think we’ve made a lot of progress today. My brain’s starting to go numb.” Chan sighs, making a groaning noise that ignites a flame deep inside your stomach. You tongue the inside of your cheek, staring intently at the exposed sliver of Chan’s pale skin. You shake it off, taking a deep breath, looking up at Chan's face.

“You all have done really well today,” you slowly work through your words. “Don’t stress about it, you can get back to it tomorrow if that’s what you want to spend your free time on.” Chan spins around in his chair, giving a dismissive wave of his hand.

“Don’t worry about me. I'm not stressed, just a little tired. I'm going to stay here and work on some other tracks, in case you want to stick around. Jisungie?” Jisung perks up, looking up from his phone.

“Yeah, I'm gonna stay. I like the company.” Jisung looks over at you, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Y/Nie hyung?” You smile, patting Jisung's thigh.

“I'll stay. As long as I'm not a bother.” Chan shakes his head, smiling shyly.

“You could never be a bother, Y/Nie hyung. You know that.” Chan says softly, stretching again. This time his shirt rides up even higher, revealing more of his skin. “Agghh. I've been sitting for too long. That feels good.” Chan stands up, closing his eyes and stretching his legs out. You huff, averting your eyes.

“Stretching? Or do you just like showing your skin, Chan?” You stare off to the side of Chan. He blushes and glances down, not having realized that his shirt had ridden up.

“Ah– sorry. I didn't mean– sorry.” Chan yanks his shirt down, hiding away that tantalizing strip of skin. You chuckle, running a hand through your hair.

“No worries. You’re okay.” It's cute, you think. He's so confident on stage, stripping every other performance, but he blushes when his stomach shows accidentally around friends. Chan rubs the back of his neck, sitting back down. He has a small, embarrassed smile on his face and his ears are bright red. Chan clears his throat, turning back around in his chair.

“Right. Well. Let’s get back to work, yeah?” Chan’s voice wavers, his face hidden from you. Jisung looks between you and Chan, a smirk growing on his face. You glare at him playfully, warning him to keep his mouth shut. Jisung chuckles and raises his hands in defeat, shooting a knowing smile at you. You flip him off behind Chan’s back and Jisung bursts out into a giggling fit, slapping your hand down.

Jisung hops up, kneeling down next to Chan and pointing at a track on Chan’s laptop. “Hyung, what’s this one?” Your interest is piqued, looking up over Chan’s shoulder to see Jisung pointing to a file called ‘Under You.’ You can see Chan visibly stiffen, his ears blushing pink.

“Ah, that’s– that’s just something I've been working on for fun. I won't make it a Stray Kids song. It’s not finished, but it’s coming along okay, I think.” He turns slightly to face Jisung, and you can see the side of his face. Chan slightly glances your way, then looks back to his laptop, biting his bottom lip.

Your body heats up– a song called ‘Under You,’ at the mention of which Chan looked at you immediately. Your thoughts are racing a million miles a minute, and Jisung voices those thoughts without hesitation.

“Just for fun? Sounds like another ‘Railway,’ hm?” Jisung teases, pinching Chan’s cheek. Chan hisses, slapping Jisung’s hand away, squirming in his seat.

“No, I mean– no. I was just messing around with some samples and throwing some lyrics together. It’s not about anyo– it’s not about anything in particular.” Chan babbles, closing the tab of his demos.

“There's already lyrics, hyung?” Jisung giggles. “Come on, we HAVE to hear it now.” You sit up, crossing your arms over your chest.

“C’mon, Channie. Sungie wants to hear it.” You want to hear it, too, but you won’t openly admit that. Chan hesitates, glancing back at you from the corner of his eye before looking back at his laptop. He takes a deep breath, opening the tab back up. With the click of a button, the demo plays.

The song is slow and sensual– it sounds like a copy of ‘Railway,’ practically. But Chan’s voice comes in, soft and breathy. You can’t make out most of the lyrics because of the vocal effects and how quiet his voice is, but his tone is downright sinful. It sounds like he’s on his knees, pleading for– 

You close your eyes, making fists with your hands. Stop. You can’t be thinking this way about the man who practically employs you. You open your eyes to see Jisung looking between you and Chan, holding back a giggle. Chan’s gaze is trained on his laptop screen, a faint blush creeping up on the back of his neck, stopping the song after not even a full minute. The room falls silent as Chan hesitantly turns to face Jisung, avoiding your gaze. You tilt your head to the side, looking up at Chan’s reddening face.

“Another explicit song, mm?” You chuckle. “It's good! I like it. Though I don't listen to songs like it often.” Chan laughs awkwardly, reaching up to tug at his ear.

“Ah, yeah, thanks. Like I said, it’s not about anyo– anything in particular, just experimenting with the track.” He looks back at his computer, very obviously ignoring the way you’re devouring him with your eyes.

You hum. “Sure, Channie.” A beat of silence passes before Jisung speaks up, gently pushing and pulling Chan’s shoulder.

“Oh, come on, hyung, it’s so OBVIOUSLY about Y/Nie hyung.” You choke on air, hiding your eyes with your hand. A strangled noise escapes Chan’s throat, his face burning as he glares at Jisung.

“I swear to god, Jisung, I’ll end you if you don’t shut the fuck up–” Chan slaps Jisung’s shoulder as he attempts to block the hits. You smile, chewing the inside of your cheek as you look at Chan’s back. As soon as you stand up, Chan stops hitting Jisung, hearing your steps move closer to him. You gently place your hands on Chan’s shoulders and he freezes, his breath hitching in his throat.

“Channie,” you whisper, softly massaging Chan’s tensed shoulders. “Turn around.”

Chan slowly turns around in his chair, the room dead silent as the chair squeaks beneath him. You look down at Chan, your hands moving to the sides of Chan’s shoulders.

“Is the song about me, Chan?” You ask softly, rubbing circles with your thumbs into Chan’s skin. Chan hesitates, his eyes meeting yours for a moment before quickly flickering down. His mouth opens and closes as he struggles to find the right words. He breathes out a small response, but you can’t make it out. You move one hand off Chan’s shoulder, tilting up Chan’s chin. “Mm? I didn’t catch that.”

Chan’s cheeks flush a deep red, looking up at your face. He repeats himself with a small pout on his lips, barely above a whisper. “Yes. It’s about you, sir.”

Jisung giggles. “I knew it.” You narrow your eyes at him and he shuts up, his eyes widening as his lips close tight. You turn back to Chan, scratching under his chin.

“You two have talked about me, haven’t you? About this?” Chan glances at Jisung, chewing on his lip.

“Y-Yeah. Yeah. We've talked about you before.” Chan whispers, looking down at your chest to avoid your eyes. “God, this is so embarrassing,” he groans, bringing a hand up to massage the bridge of his nose. You shake your head, kneeling down in front of Chan. You place a hand on Chan’s knee and the other on Jisung’s thigh. Chan gulps, looking down at you with blown pupils as Jisung stops breathing.

“It's okay. Thank you for being honest with me.” You squeeze Chan’s knee, turning to look at Jisung. “Sungie, have you thought about me in that way, too?” Jisung blinks blankly, just now remembering to breathe and nearly hyperventilating.

“Uhm… yeah. Yes, sir. I have.” He stutters, biting his bottom lip.

“Good. Thank you for being honest with me, too.” You smile, looking back to Chan. “Channie. It's okay. Really. Look at me.” Chan nods, chewing his bottom lip, eyes meeting yours. You pout teasingly, tracing patterns into Chan’s knee. “You look adorable. I've never seen you like this.”

Chan turns even more red, if possible, spluttering. He tries to compose himself as he blinks rapidly, shaking his head. “D-don’t say things like that, hyung.”

“Mhm? You don’t like it?” You stand up, lifting Chan’s chin up only to take your hand away, stepping back to sit on the couch. “Okay. Then I'll stop.”

Crestfallen, Chan’s eyes follow your hand as it leaves his chin and Jisung whines pathetically at the loss on his thigh. Chan pouts, reaching his hand slightly out to you. “Y/Nie hyung, please–” You tilt your head to the side, crossing your arms.

“Please, what? Use your words.” Chan whines, shifting around in his seat awkwardly. Jisung watches Chan with bated breath as Chan looks up at you with puppy dog eyes.

“You’re m-mean. I want… you to keep saying nice things to me.” Chan whispers.

You smile, looking at Jisung. “Have you ever seen him like this, Sungie?” Jisung shakes his head, eyes wide and amused. He's slowly getting back into a solid headspace.

“Never. He's always so dominant, maybe a little shy sometimes. But this is… wild.” You nod, leaning back, patting the couch next to you.

“Come sit with me, Jisung.” Jisung scrambles up, plopping down next to you. Chan watches you two, silently fidgeting with his fingers in his lap. You lay your arm on the cushion of the couch behind Jisung, your hand draped over Jisung’s shoulder. “Channie looks so cute, doesn’t he?” Jisung nuzzles into your arm, smiling at Chan.

“Yeah. He’s always been cute, but… this is a whole new side of him.” You nod, looking at Chan, who’s pouting and looking at the two of you on the couch with pleading eyes. 

“Need something, baby?” Chan squeaks at the pet name, looking away with a huff.

“Stop it, hyung. You’re teasing me.”

“I'll give you what you want if you tell me what it is, sweetheart.” Chan whimpers again, sticking out his bottom lip and looking between you and Jisung. He squirms, biting down hard on his lip.

“I just– I wanna be held, hyung. I wanna–” He cuts himself off, flushing an even deeper shade of red. You chuckle, setting your legs together and patting your lap.

“C’mere, sweet boy.” Chan’s cheeks heat up, his eyes blown wide as he slowly stands up and walks over. He hesitantly sits in your lap, straddling your legs, wrapping his arms around your neck. You smile down at Chan, still towering over him even when he’s sitting in your lap. You wrap an arm around his waist, holding him close. “Hi, pretty.” Jisung sits a little closer, running his hand down Chan’s back. Chan buries his face in your neck, whining softly. He shifts on your lap, clearly flustered. You chuckle, bringing your hand up to caress the nape of Chan’s neck while you bring Jisung closer, wrapping your arm around his shoulders. “You’re so cute, Channie.”

Chan mumbles something into your shoulder, too flustered to say anything more than some form of gibberish. He shivers under you and Jisung’s touches, burying his face in your shoulder. You hum, playing with Chan’s hair. “Sungie, you know what I think?” Jisung tilts his head, looking at Chan on your lap.

“No, hyung. Enlighten me.” 

“I think we should give our wonderful leader some much-needed stress relief, what do you think?” You whisper against Chan’s neck, making him shudder. Jisung giggles, petting Chan’s hair.

“Mhm. Hyung’s been working so hard for us, he must be so pent up.” Jisung whispers, twirling Chan’s curls around his finger. You softly kiss Chan’s neck to be met with a wonderful whimper from Chan’s lips.

“Wanna tell me and Sungie what exactly you were talking about in your song, mm?” You whisper, running your hand down Chan’s back. “Something about being under me?” A soft whine escapes Chan’s lips as his hips twitch against yours.

“H-hyung, please–” You snap your arm down to wrap around Chan’s waist tightly, holding him in place.

“Ah, ah,” you scold. “No moving. Tell me what the song is about, pretty.” Chan whimpers and you lean in, your breath ghosting over his neck. “Maybe I can make it happen, Channie.”

Chan whines again, his arms tightening around your shoulders as he clings to you. He turns his head to the side, away from you, eyes fluttering shut as he feels your warm breath on his neck. “I–It’s about you being… above me… holding me, pinning me.” You smile, curling a strand of Chan’s hair around your finger.

“Yeah?” You lessen your grip on Chan’s waist, gently setting your hand on the small of his back. “All I'm doing is pinning you down? Nothing else?” Chan relaxes in your hold but flushes red at your question. He buries his face in your shoulder, trying to form a coherent sentence.

“N-no, it’s… other things, too… other things I want you to do… to me.” He whispers so quietly that you’re certain Jisung couldn’t hear.

“Tell me, baby. Sungie and I won't judge, yeah?” You look over to Jisung, narrowing your eyes as if to say ‘agree, or else.’ Jisung nods quickly, running his fingers through Chan’s hair.

“We won’t judge, hyung. We wanna make you relax, okay?” Jisung plays with Chan’s hair as Chan whines, nuzzling further into your shoulder.

“Exactly. It’s okay, Channie baby, you’re safe here. What do you want me to do to you, sweet boy?” Chan sighs shakily, gripping your shirt tightly.

“I want you to… touch me, take control. I want, I want–” He cuts himself off as you feel his face physically get hotter to the touch. “I can't say it, hyung. You know what I want. Please don’t make me say it…”

You move your arm from around Jisung’s shoulders to cup Chan’s face with both hands, lifting it up gently. You caress his cheeks, looking him in the eye. “Channie, I'm not trying to mess with you or make you any more embarrassed than you already are. I just want you to tell me explicitly what you want, because I don't want to overstep or overwhelm you.” Chan melts, his eyes softening and his lips forming a small pout. “Please tell me, sweet boy.” A breathy whine leaves Chan’s lips as you call him sweet names, falling apart in your hands. He looks up into your eyes, his gaze flickering down to your lap. 

“I want you to fuck me, hyung. Please.”

You smile, gently squeezing Chan’s cheeks together to make him pout. You let go, ignoring Chan’s needy whine as you place your hands securely on his hips. “There you go. Wasn’t so bad, was it?” Chan shakes his head, looking at Jisung, leaning into his hand as Jisung ruffles his hair.

“S-Sungie, help me please, I’m…” You laugh, also looking over at Jisung. He smiles, chuckling as his hands trail down Chan’s back to tease under his shirt, rubbing circles into the small of Chan’s back. Chan shudders, leaning in to press his face to your shoulder. “Jisung–” Chan’s voice cracks as Jisung presses his lips to Chan’s neck, softly trailing kisses down to his shoulder.

“What, baby? You’ve gotta learn to use your words.” Jisung whispers, licking Chan’s jaw. A moan escapes Chan’s lips, his head falling back to give Jisung more room. His thighs squeeze around your waist and you chuckle, trailing a hand down to squeeze his thigh.

“I need you…” Chan whispers, eyes squeezed shut from overstimulation.

“Mm? You want us both, pretty?” You whisper, petting Chan’s thigh. Chan nods, letting out a soft whimper.

“Yes, please, so bad, I can’t– I–” Chan can’t form a coherent thought as you start kissing the other side of Chan’s neck, both you and Jisung covering his neck with your lips. Chan shakes, leaning further into your shoulder to let you and Jisung cover his neck with kisses. “Please– oh, god, hyungs, please…” You chuckle, leaving a long kiss to his neck.

“Hyungs?” Jisung giggles, gently yanking Chan’s hair back. Chan whimpers, letting Jisung pull him back. “Am I your hyung now, Channie?” Chan’s eyes widen, his face burning as he quickly squeezes his eyes shut as he realizes what he let slip.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean– I didn’t–” Chan stutters and you laugh, kissing Chan’s cheek.

“It's okay, baby, it’s cute.” You assure him, petting the small of his back. “Yeah? What do you think, Jisung?” Jisung smiles, nodding as he continues to nip at Chan’s neck.

“Yeah. It's cute. It’s very cute, Channie.” Jisung presses a long kiss to Chan’s jaw. Chan whimpers, digging his fingers into your shirt, holding on for dear life. He desperately bucks his hips against your abdomen, searching for some type of friction.

“Shh, don’t move, baby.” You whisper into Chan’s neck, holding his hips securely. “We’re gonna take our time loving on you.” A breathy whimper escapes Chan as you hold him, stilling his hips.

“Hyungs, p-please, I need…” Chan whines as you press your lips to his shoulder, humming for him to continue. You can feel him growing against your stomach as you smile against his skin, pulling back to tap on Jisung’s thigh.

“Our baby has a little problem, Sungie.” You caress Chan’s hip, looking at Jisung with a small smile. Jisung flushes, pulling away from Chan’s neck to look down.

“Look at you… already so desperate for us, Channie.” Jisung trails off, resting his hand on Chan’s inner thigh. Chan gasps, his legs tightening around you. You chuckle, looking between the two.

“You both have done this before, haven’t you?” Jisung chuckles, closing one eye and pursing his lips together, pretending to think.

“Maybe… once, or twice…” You scoff, squeezing Jisung’s thigh a little too hard. He buckles, his mouth falling open in a groan.

“Don’t lie. Tell me.” You scold as Chan wraps his arms around your waist, burying his face in your chest.

“I've lost count,” Chan whispers into your chest. “But it’s not new to us.” Jisung nods, the hand under Chan’s shirt trailing up his back.

“He's always in control, though.” Jisung caresses Chan’s back. “He’s so dominant, usually. It’s… nice, seeing him like this.” You lift your hand to Jisung’s face, holding his chin up.

“Had experience yourself, being dominant?” You ask softly as Jisung blinks, shifting under your touch as he meets your gaze.

“I, um… I’ve tried it, but… not really.” Jisung bites his bottom lip, looking down, his cheeks flushing pink. You run your thumb over Jisung’s chin, looking between him and Chan on your lap.

“What am I gonna do with you two…” You trail off, gently petting Chan’s thigh.

“Hyung, please…” Chan shifts in your lap, whining. You squeeze Chan's hip, moving your hand from Jisung’s chin down to Chan’s other hip.

“Yes, Channie?” You look down at Chan, holding him in place.

Chan huffs, looking up at you with pupils blown wide. “You know what, hyung.” You chuckle, kissing Chan’s forehead.

“Okay, okay. Channie’s needy. We need to take care of that first.” You give in and Chan nods quickly, trying to get even closer to you. He holds your shoulders like a lifeline as he fights against your strong grip to grind down.

“Please, please, it hurts…” Chan whines quietly and you kiss his cheeks softly.

“I'm sorry, I'll stop teasing. Can you stand up for me, sweetheart?” You ask softly, letting your hands fall down to Chan’s thighs. Chan slowly stands, his legs shaking beneath him. He holds your shoulders desperately, looking down at you with pleading eyes. You stand up, taking his hands to hold him up, towering over him once you’re fully standing. You cup his cheek, rubbing your thumb into his skin. “Jisung, go lock the door.”

Jisung scrambles off the couch and nearly trips over his own feet twice to lock the door. Chan blinks up at you, nuzzling into your hand on his cheek. You drop your hands down to Chan’s shoulders, caressing them gently. “Go lay on the couch, however you’re most comfortable,” you softly command him to move.

Chan takes a shaky step towards the couch and sinks down, laying on his back, his head propped against the armrest. He stares up at you with clouded eyes, his cheeks flushed. You smile down at him, slowly parting his legs to place your thigh between them, hovering on top of him. You place your hands on either side of Chan’s head, caging him below you on the couch.

“This is what you wanted, yeah? To be under me?” You coo, running your thumb over Chan’s cheek. He whines, nodding desperately as he wraps his legs around your leg. He rolls his hips up, grinding his aching problem against your thigh.

“Please. Please.” Chan whimpers, clinging onto your shirt tightly. You chuckle, leaning down, kissing Chan’s neck. Chan starts panting, one hand gripping the arm of the couch above him to ground himself, his head thrown back. You trail your hands down Chan’s hard chest, tugging up the hem of Chan’s shirt. “Take it off, please. Please, hyung.” Chan begs and you peck Chan’s jaw, giving him space.

“Up, baby. Help me take it off,” you ask Chan gently, only one hand beside Chan’s head. He nods, sitting up and raising his arms over his head. He watches you with dark eyes as you pull his shirt up and over his chest, tossing it off to the side. Jisung picks up the shirt and gently folds it, setting it on Chan’s desk. Chan blushes deep red, bringing his arms down to attempt to cover his chest. You run a hand down his pale, toned body, intentionally rubbing against his small yet hard nipples. He shivers, his head falling back again with the exhalation of a soft whine. “So pretty, Channie,” you whisper, kissing Chan’s cheek softly. He shoots his hands up, trying to grab at your shirt to pull it off, too. You tsk, taking Chan’s wrists into your hand, pinning them above Chan’s head. “Hands to yourself.”

Chan whines, nodding with a pout as he lets you pin his hands down. He squirms, trying to create friction to relieve himself of the intense pressure. “Please, hyung…” You sigh, looking over at Jisung, unsurprised to find his shirt discarded, as well.

“Is there anything in here to keep Chan’s hands tied, Sung?” Jisung nods eagerly, scrambling over to the desk and opening the drawer, pulling out a long piece of black fabric. You laugh, taking it from Jisung’s hand. “Wow, holy shit. Is this from Red Lights?” You run your thumb over the silky fabric. “It's like you cut off a piece of the huge tethers.” Jisung chuckles, sitting on the opposite arm of the couch.

“Yeah. Seemed like a useful thing to take as a souvenir.” Jisung smiles, leaning against the back of the couch.

“Kinky.” You look back down to Chan, gently wrapping the fabric around Chan’s wrists. You tie them together, testing the knot to make sure it’s secure but not too tight. “Is this okay? Does it hurt?” You whisper, caressing Chan’s wrist. Chan shakes his head, gently trying to pull his hands out to no luck.

“No, no, it’s good, just tight enough…” He tries to pull at it again, his face scrunching up as the fabric digs into his wrists. “Please– touch me– do something, anything…” Chan begs and you melt, kissing his cheek.

“Okay. God, there’s just no room,” You groan, looking back at Jisung. “I want you involved, Sungie, but I don't know how.” Jisung gets up and kneels beside Chan’s face, petting his hair.

“Mm, I could help you out, hyung, or…” Jisung runs his thumb over Chan’s bottom lip, making his hyung whine. “Or I could give him something else to think about.” You smile, looking down at Chan’s blown out eyes.

“Channie, you want Sungie to keep your mouth busy?” You pet Chan’s cheek and he immediately nods, opening his mouth to lick at Jisung’s thumb.

“Please, please.” Chan whimpers breathlessly as you start to trail kisses down Chan’s chest, settling between his legs. You kiss his waistband, gently tugging it lower to kiss Chan’s v-line. Chan moans softly, rolling his hips up towards your face, his eyes fluttering shut as Jisung traces Chan’s lips with his thumb. You lick at Chan’s v-line then freeze, groaning against Chan’s skin.

“Fuck.” You lift your head up, looking Chan in the eye. He whines at the loss of contact and you soothe him by petting his abs. “Is there lube in here?” Chan nods, his eyes squeezing shut.

“Yeah, yeah, there’s some in… the bottom drawer, I think.” He softly answers, his wrists struggling against the fabric. You lean back down, kissing Chan’s stomach.

“Sungie?” You whisper, caressing Chan’s hips as you kiss all over his skin. Jisung pulls away from Chan’s face to look through the drawer, pulling out a small bottle of lube.

“Got it, now what?” Jisung hands you the bottle and kneels back down next to Chan. You take the bottle and place it next to you on the couch, kissing Chan’s abs again.

“Do whatever you want with Chan. I've got to prep him.” Jisung smiles, nodding as he kisses Chan’s cheek.

“Hyung–” Chan whimpers. Jisung chuckles, running his fingers through Chan’s curls, pulling them back to expose Chan’s neck. 

Jisung kisses and nips at his neck, mumbling against Chan’s skin. “Don’t worry, baby, I'm here now.” Jisung nibbles Chan’s jawline, trailing up to kiss his soft lips. You smile, watching them, as you gently pull Chan’s shorts down. Chan, entranced in the kiss, still manages to lift his hips a little to let you slip off his shorts. You coo, kissing the waistband of Chan’s boxers.

“Good boys.” You gently rub Chan’s length through his boxers, kissing around his belly button. Chan rolls his hips up again, a breathy moan escaping his lips as he pulls against the fabric, whimpering.

“Hyung, please…” He whines helplessly, trying his hardest to break free.

“Yes, baby?” You kiss the tip of Chan’s cock through the fabric, smiling against it as you feel him twitch under you. Chan shudders, his breathing quickening, as he pulls against the fabric tying his hands together hard enough to bruise. Jisung stops him, holding his hands together, rubbing his thumbs over Chan’s red wrists.

“Y/Nie hyung, please, stop teasing, I need you, need it, please–” You concede, pulling down Chan’s boxers, softly wrapping your hand around his aching cock as he gasps.

“You’re right, I'm sorry, you’ve been so good for us. I won't tease anymore.” You apologize, stroking the base slowly as you pepper kisses to the tip. Chan keens, pressing his head back into the couch with all his strength.

“Thank you, oh god, thank you, feels so good, thank you–” Chan whimpers, babbling as he leaks precum against your lips. You hum, licking the release as you kiss down his length, spreading Chan’s legs a little wider. Chan whimpers, watching you with a heavy gaze as he tries to hold back his whines. Jisung kisses down Chan’s jaw, pulling back his hair to bury his face in Chan’s neck. He stops at Chan’s collarbone, sucking softly then biting down. Chan gasps, head shooting up. “Sungie, no marks, please,” Chan panics, stumbling over his words. Jisung sighs, licking Chan’s collarbone instead of sucking and biting.

You smile, watching the two as you gently stroke Chan’s length, trailing kisses down his taint. He tries his best to hold back his whines, failing miserably. You chuckle, taking your hands away from Chan’s cock to pour a little lube onto your fingers. Pressing your clean hand against Chan’s thigh to hold him down, you gently tease Chan’s entrance with a lubed finger, tracing circles around the rim. Chan shivers, lifting his hips in a wordless plea for you to hurry. He bites his lip as Jisung licks over his nipple and you press your fingertip inside him, a needy shudder running down his spine. You kiss the side of Chan’s length, licking down to the base as you press your finger all the way in.

Chan gasps, his dick twitching under your tongue. “Hyung, fuck– oh my god.” He whimpers, looking at Jisung with teary eyes. “Sungie…” Jisung lifts his head from Chan’s chest and brings him in for a kiss, swallowing Chan’s needy whimpers as you curl and pump your finger into Chan’s hole. Once Chan’s whimpers die down a bit, you slick up a second finger and push it in slowly, to let him adjust. Chan moans, breaking his kiss with Jisung to focus on breathing, his fists clenching together. “Please– more–”

You curl your fingers up, kissing along Chan’s thigh as Jisung swallows Chan’s whimpers while you hit his prostate. He clenches his thighs around your hand as your fingers speed up. “Please, please, I'm sorry, I need more, please…” Chan whimpers and whines as Jisung pulls away. Jisung looks down at you between Chan’s thighs as you kiss his thighs. Jisung wraps his hand around Chan’s dick, gently rubbing the tip.

“Hyung,” Jisung nudges you and you lift your head from Chan’s thigh to meet his gaze. “Can I suck him off?” His words instantly go to your dick, imagining him with Chan’s cock down his throat. It takes a couple seconds for you to come back to reality, quickly nodding.

“Yeah. please. I'm almost done, but it’s gonna hurt a little. Please distract him.” Jisung immediately drops next to Chan’s hips, stroking his drooling cock and licking the tip. Chan whimpers loud enough to surprise even himself, grimacing as he shuts his mouth tight. You chuckle, kissing Chan’s inner thigh. “It's okay, baby, let it out. It's late and the walls are thick. Don’t worry.” Chan nods, closing his eyes, throwing his head back. It’s too much, he decides, to see what Jisung and you are doing to him. He's better off with his eyes shut.

Jisung starts to bob his head, taking a little more of Chan’s length with every stroke of his head. Chan has to hold back a scream with how good he feels. He’d been sucked off, sure, but never had fingers inside him at the same time. Taking advantage of the pleasure Jisung’s giving Chan, you slowly push a third lubed finger into Chan, cooing as he grimaces. Chan lets out a loud moan and involuntarily bucks his hips up, accidentally shoving his cock further down Jisung’s throat without warning. Jisung gags, pulling off to catch his breath.

“S-Sorry, hyung, ‘m sorry–” Chan rambles, trying to sit up to look at Jisung apologetically. Jisung shakes his head, diving back in instead of responding. He swallows around Chan’s cock, closing his eyes and humming at the sweet taste. You smile, a familiar feeling pooling in your lower stomach as you press your lips to Chan’s thigh. Curling your three fingers up to hit Chan’s sweet spot again, you spread them out to stretch Chan open. He pulls hard at the fabric binding his wrists together, breathy whine after whine escaping his lips. Chan chokes back a sob as Jisung swallows around him and he squeezes his eyes shut. “Hyung– hyungs, please, let me go, let me touch,” Chan babbles as you pick your head up, stilling your fingers to let him speak. “I've been so good,” Chan hiccups. “Please let me touch, please, Y/Nie hyung, please…”

Having a massive soft spot for Chan, you give in immediately. You kiss a part of Chan’s length that’s not deep in Jisung’s throat and push your fingers in a little deeper, reaching up with your free hand to untie the fabric around Chan’s wrists. “There you go, I'm sorry, sweetheart. You’ve done so well.” You discard the fabric, gently rubbing the bright red marks on Chan’s wrists. Chan shakes his hands, rotating his wrists to get rid of the soreness.

“Thank you, hyung…” Chan trails off, eyes flitting between you and Jisung, who’s now looking up at Chan, licking the tip of Chan’s dick softly. Chan bites his bottom lip, reaching down to pet Jisung’s hair. “Off, wanna– need you. Wanna touch you. Been good, please.” He mumbles, trying to pull Jisung up. You pet Chan’s hair, slightly damp from his sweat.

“Baby, let us take care of you, okay? I haven't been prepping you for nothing.” Chan nods, sighing at your hand in his hair.

“Y-Yes, sir, okay. Please take care of me,” he whispers, sighing as your hand trails down his face to caress his cheek. Jisung takes Chan back into his mouth, swallowing loudly as he takes Chan fully down his throat. Chan yelps, unconsciously bucking his hips up further, squeezing his eyes shut. “Sungie–! Fuck–” He pants, his body going limp under Jisung’s mouth. You chuckle, patting Jisung’s head and gently lifting him up.

“Enough, Jisung. Give the poor boy a break.” You scold and Jisung pulls off Chan reluctantly, but not before giving the tip a small lick. He wipes the drool from his mouth with the back of his hand, looking up at you with a grin. Chan whimpers at the sudden loss of Jisung’s warmth around him. He lifts his head off the back of the couch, eyes flitting between you and Jisung.

“H–Hyungs…” he trails off, his brain fried. You pet Chan’s hair, moving the strands out from in front of his eyes.

“I know, I know,” you whisper, gentle and soft. “We'll give you what you want. How do you want me, sweetheart?” Chan stares up at you with wide eyes, chewing his bottom lip.

“I– I don't care– doggy? Missionary? Please… I just want you.” Chan whines, leaning forward into your hand. You hum, ruffling Chan’s hair softly.

“You decide, sweet boy. I'll do whatever you want. Do you want to see me or Sungie when I’m fucking you?” Chan looks down at his lap, chewing his lip again. He looks back up between you and Jisung.

“I wanna… I wanna see you, Y/Nie hyung… but…” Chan pouts. “I wanna hear Sungie. Is that… okay?” You smile, leaning down and kissing his nose. He giggles, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Sungie's not going anywhere. You’ll hear him just fine.” Chan nods, wrapping his arms around your neck to pull you down for a kiss. He hums softly into your mouth as you kiss him deeper, cupping his cheek and licking into his mouth. Chan whines, his hands moving to your shoulders to hold you close to him. You get on top of him again, your knees on both sides of his thighs. You cup Chan’s chin to tilt it up, kissing him deeper, hungrier, sloppier. He moans softly, allowing you to devour him. Chan’s hips buck up, grinding against your bulge. He pulls back with a gasp, breathing heavily. You smile, letting him take a breather, gently kissing his forehead. “Your lips are addicting, Channie.”

Chan giggles, his ears flushed red, leaning forward to kiss the corner of your mouth. “Thank you, hyung,” he whispers, his voice quiet. You hum, sitting back and unbuttoning your jeans. Chan’s eyes go wide, stuttering nonsense as he watches you slowly unzip your pants. You chuckle, looking back over to Jisung, who’s painfully hard in his pants.

“Sungie, wanna use Channie’s mouth while I fuck him?” You can see Jisung’s cock twitch in his pants and he almost trips over his feet to climb onto the couch next to Chan.

“Please, please–” Jisung cups Chan’s cheek, turning Chan’s face to make eye contact. “Baby, can you handle it?” He asks softly, petting Chan’s cheek. Chan nods vehemently, leaning closer to Jisung, trying to kiss him.

“Yes, please, hyung, wanna taste you–” Jisung leans in to kiss Chan, both boys whimpering as their lips meet. While they’re preoccupied, you slip off of Chan, standing up in front of the couch. You pull your pants down and off fully, chuckling as you watch Chan and Jisung break the kiss to look up at you with wide eyes, darting down to the tent in your boxers. “What the fuck,” Chan whispers, biting his lip, scooting back on the couch. “Hyung, you’re–”

“Holy shit.” Jisung cuts him off, blinking rapidly. “I think you’re bigger than all of us.” You chuckle, pushing your boxers down to free your length. Both of their jaws drop and you laugh with your full chest, throwing your underwear aside.

“Come on. I'm not that big, am I?” You softly pump yourself, narrowing your eyes at Jisung. “Wait, who’s this ‘all of us’ you’re talking about? You mean out of all the kids?”

Chan swallows thickly, licking his lips. “Yeah,” he whispers. “A lot bigger– like, a lot–” Chan mumbles nonsense, fear slowly spreading across his face. You start to get a little worried, placing a comforting hand on Chan’s thigh.

“Am I too big?” You whisper, caressing his skin. “Do you not want to do this, baby?” Chan sits up, snapping out of his daze.

“No! No, no, sorry. I just– got… distracted,” his ears flush red as he giggles. “I'm okay, I want this, please, hyung.” You chuckle, squeezing his thigh.

“Alright. I'll go slow, yeah?” You trail your hand down his thigh, slowly pushing it to his chest, met with an appreciative whine from Chan’s lips. “Sungie, don’t use his mouth until he’s fully adjusted, got it?”

Jisung nods, kneeling down next to the couch. He kisses Chan’s cheek, soothing his hair. “Yes, sir. I'll wait.”

Chan takes a deep breath as you press both of his thighs to his chest, the sharp intake of air making his body shake. “I'll– I'll tap Jisung if he needs to stop. He can use my mouth now.” You shake your head, running your hands down his thighs to softly squeeze his ass.

“No. You need to be able to talk to me as I push inside. When you’re ready, Jisung will start. Okay?” Chan whines, but agrees. He reaches out for your hand and you take it, squeezing softly. “You ready, sweetheart?” You take your other hand to slick your cock with lube.

Chan chews his bottom lip, holding onto your hand tightly. “I'm… I’m ready,” He locks eyes with you, his heart hammering in his chest hard enough for you to feel his pulse through his hand. You push his hand up above his head, pinning it down as you use your other hand to guide your tip to Chan’s entrance.

You push in as slowly as you can muster, but as soon as you breach the rim, a warm bliss spreads throughout your entire body. He's so warm, so tight, so perfect around you. You squeeze your eyes shut to ground yourself– not even a full inch inside.

Chan is beside himself. His head is thrown back against the couch, his grip on your hand bruising. He’s whimpering pathetically, his own eyes squeezed shut tight. “Hyungggg,” he whines. “Please. More. Need more.” Jisung coos, soothing Chan’s hair.

“Be patient, Channie,” Jisung whispers, kissing Chan’s forehead. “Y/Nie hyung is going slow, remember?” Chan just whines in response, writhing around.

“Noooooo,” Chan is pathetic. “Hyung, all the way, now, please, I need–”

You push in a full two inches and Chan stops breathing. You’re still inside of him, gently caressing his hand. “You okay? It’s what you wanted, no?” You tease and Chan shudders, breathing again.

“Yes, h-hyung, it’s what I wanted, thank you, thank y–” Jisung shuts him up with his lips on Chan’s, turning his head to deepen the kiss. You let go of Chan’s hand to pinch Jisung’s ear and he pulls back, groaning.

“What was that for?” Jisung whines, rubbing his ear. You narrow your eyes at him, going back to holding Chan’s hand above his head.

“Let him breathe and speak. I'm not done, Sungie.” You scold. Jisung looks like a kicked puppy, the way he sits back on the ground next to the couch.

“Sorry, sir,” he whispers, chewing the inside of his cheek. You chuckle, turning back to Chan.

“You okay? Ready for more?” Chan whimpers, his bottom lip jutting out.

“There's more?” His voice sounds small, looking down as if he could see your cock through his own thighs against his chest. You chuckle, leaning down to kiss his nose.

“There’s quite a bit more,” you lift back up, looking down to see over half your length still unsheathed. “You sure you want this?”

“Yes!” He responds instantly, then giggles at his desperation. “Yes, hyung. please.”

You groan, your free hand pressing down on his stomach to hold yourself up as Chan tightens around you. “Loose– loosen up, sweetheart,” you breathe out, unable to push in any further or even pull out. “Please.”

Chan takes a deep breath and, squeezing your hand, he slowly relaxes. You feel his muscles ease around you. Chan trembles, whimpering softly as Jisung kneels next to the couch, petting Chan’s head. “There you go, Channie, just relax. You’re okay.”

You pull Chan’s hand up to kiss it, then place it back down softly to push in another inch. “Good boy,” you praise, met with the softest whimper from Chan’s lips. “You’re doing so well. Not used to bottoming, hm?” You whisper, stilling inside of him. Chan nods in response, whining high in his throat.

Chan lets out a soft sob, closing his eyes tightly as tears run down his cheeks. “H-hurts…” he whispers, trying (yet failing) to hold back his tears, squeezing your hand tightly. You coo as Jisung kisses away his tears, petting his cheek.

You pull out slightly, just to push in slightly deeper than before. Chan moans loudly at the absence of you, then his breath hitches when you press in again. “It's okay, it’s okay,” you soothe him, rubbing patterns into his hand. He bites his lip to hold back another sob.

“Y-You-You’re so big, I– oh my g-god…” he gasps, tears dripping down his face. Jisung wipes them away, kissing his forehead.

“Color, hyung?” Jisung whispers, checking in. Chan hiccups, sniffing softly.

“Green,” Chan replies after a couple seconds of slowing his breathing. “It's just a lot. I've only ever bottomed for Minho.” Jisung giggles, kissing Chan’s cheek.

“Then you’ve barely bottomed,” Jisung whispers underneath his breath, as if Minho could hear. Chan laughs, then winces as he’s reminded of the mass inside of him. “Sorry, sorry,” Jisung apologizes, wiping a stray tear that escaped Chan’s closed eyes.

You almost burst on the spot watching the two of them. You knew all the kids fooled around, it was beyond obvious, but seeing and hearing confirmation warms your heart. You know for certain now that they’re all there for one another, in more ways than you knew for sure. And now you’re a part of that– and you hope this isn’t a one-time thing.

You come back to reality as the two of them look up at you, silently giving you permission to continue. You push into the backs of Chan’s thighs, forcing them flush against Chan’s chest as you lift his hips to push in deeper. Chan wails, a broken sob escaping his lips. The sound instantly dies to the soundproofed walls, but it doesn’t make Chan any less mortified. He curls up into himself, pulling your hand as he covers his face with his arm in embarrassment.

Chuckling, you pull his hand back to the arm of the couch above his head, caressing his chin with your other hand. “Don’t hold back your noises, baby boy.” He sniffs, nodding as he lets more whines out. You trail your free hand down his chest, pressing down on his stomach. “I know it feels good, sweetheart. Keep making those pretty sounds for us.” Chan keens, his ears burning blood red.

“H-hyung, god…” he looks up at you only to squeeze his eyes shut again, failing to hold back the tears streaming down his face. He grasps your hand as tightly as he can muster as you push in deeper. He whimpers pathetically, breathing through his nose as he holds back sobs.

You stop moving, overwhelmed by his sweet sounds. “God,” you lean down and press your forehead to Chan’s sternum. “You sound so good.” It takes every ounce in your body to not cum right in that moment as Chan sobs, his chest heaving under your head. “Give me a second, baby.” Chan squeezes your hand in response, trembling under you. He takes shaky breaths under you, whining and moaning as his brain melts. Your name is the only word he can seem to remember, repeating it softly.

“Y/N, hyung, Y/Nie, hyung, Y/Nie hyung–” Chan hiccups as you lift your head, kissing his lips softly. You keep your lips on his as you push the rest of the way inside, swallowing his sobs and whimpers. He kisses you like his life depends on it, like if he stops you’ll disappear, this will all be over. He has the softest lips you’ve ever felt– it feels like making out with a pillow.

You’ve stilled inside of him, letting him adjust to your full length. After another moment of needy, desperate kisses, Chan tries to roll his hips up for more but his hips tremble too hard for him to move properly. You still feel the movement, though, and you pull up to let Chan speak. He lets out a strained whine, chasing your lips.

“Please–” he whispers, staring at your lips. “Move, please. And more– more kisses. please.” You press your lips to his again, pulling out a couple inches just to push back in. Chan gasps as you hit as deeply as you can reach, allowing you to lick into his mouth. He pants, letting you do whatever you want to him.

Ignoring his protests, you sit up to get a better angle to move inside him. Chan pouts, his mouth opening and closing, feeling empty. You chuckle, stilling your hips. “Sungie.” Jisung perks up as you say his name, sitting forward on his knees. “I think Chan’s okay. You wanna have your fun now?”

Jisung almost falls onto Chan with how quickly he stands up. “You ready, Channie?” Jisung whispers, tilting Chan’s head to face him. Chan nods, staring up at him. “If it's too much, just squeeze my hand twice, okay?” He takes Chan’s other hand– now holding both you and Jisung’s hands.

“Please. I’m ready,” Chan begs, wetting his lips with his tongue and opening his mouth wide. Jisung laughs, ruffling Chan’s hair with his free hand. 

“Desperate much? I don’t even have my pants off yet,” Jisung undoes his jeans with one hand, rubbing patterns into Chan’s hand with the other. He gets them off quick– you can tell this isn’t the first time he’s had to undress with a hand busy.

As soon as Jisung slips his long dick into Chan’s mouth, you start moving again. “Channie, squeeze my hand twice too if you need me to stop, okay?” Chan whines in response, his mouth full, but he squeezes your hand once to let you know he heard you. You chuckle, pressing down on his stomach as you start a steady rhythm. “Good boy, you’re doing so well for us,” you whisper as you lean down, burying your face in Chan’s neck as he takes Jisung’s cock down his throat on his other side.

You lick a stripe up to Chan’s ear, peppering kisses to his jaw. “What a perfect boy,” you praise, nibbling on his earlobe. “You like being used, don’t you?” Chan moans so loudly Jisung buckles, almost falling on top of you both.

“Fuck. Hyung, please,” Jisung whines. “Don’t make him moan. I'm gonna cum too quick.” You laugh, pressing your lips to Chan’s jaw.

“Sorry,” you apologize. “So good, Channie,” whispering into his neck, you trail your hand down to wrap around Chan’s aching cock. Chan chokes on Jisung’s cock, squeezing his hand twice and gasping for air as Jisung immediately pulls out.

“Y/Nie hyung, wait, wait–” he whimpers and you instantly stop all your movements, your hand stilling on his cock and your length half outside his warmth.

“What's wrong?” You coo, sitting up to watch Chan’s face as Jisung kneels down to pet Chan’s hair.

Chan’s voice falters, chest heaving as he struggles to catch his breath. “Sorry, sorry, just– so close. Don't wanna cum yet. But don’t stop, just– don’t touch.” You nod, moving your hand from his cock to his stomach, stroking softly.

“Okay, puppy.”

Chan lets out the most pathetic sound of the night as you feel a sudden warmth on your hand. You look down to see his cock leaking cum, dripping down the side of your hand into his belly button. Jisung holds back a laugh, turning around so Chan can’t see him fighting his demons. You can’t fight the smile that spreads on your face, looking up to find a deflated Chan staring back at you with tears in his eyes.

“Channie,” you hum and he whines, shutting his eyes.

“Don’t,” he whispers, facing away from you.

“Chan,” you let go of Chan’s hand and force him to face you, running your thumb down his jaw.

“Please don’t,” his voice shakes as he opens his eyes slowly, a tear streaming down his cheek.

“Bang Chan.” He nearly screams, hitting your chest with the hand you let go of.

“Don’t call me that right now!” He cries out, wiping his tears with the back of his hand. You lift your hand, coated in his cum, and slowly lick it off as Chan watches you. You don’t even have to look down to know his cock is getting hard again.

“Channie,” you whisper, licking the last drop of his cum off your hand. Chan is too distracted to pipe up this time. “Did you just cum untouched from me calling you ‘puppy’?” He whines, covering his face with his hand.

“I wanna die. Actually, just kill me. Please.” You chuckle, kissing his nose, then kissing his lips softly. “Hyung–”

“Shh,” you whisper, kissing Chan to shut him up. He doesn’t complain. He kisses back hesitantly at first, tongue darting out to taste his own cum. You open your mouth to let him in, and he devours you in return.

A couple minutes of hungry making out pass and Jisung starts protesting. “Y/N,” Jisung whines. you sigh into Chan’s lips and pull away after licking Chan’s bottom lip.

“That's ‘hyung’ to you, Sungie,” you correct, kissing Chan’s cheek.

“Sorry, sorry– Y/Nie hyung.” Jisung fumbles, correcting himself. “Please. I’m so hard, I need to cum.” You groan, reminded of your own neglected length.

“Yeah. Yeah, me too,” you sit up, away from Chan’s neck, as he pouts up at you. “Sorry, pup. Can we go again?” Chan keens at the pet name, his face lighting up.

“Please. Please, yes, I wanna, wanna feel hyung again.” Jisung clears his throat obnoxiously and Chan giggles. “Sorry. Wanna feel hyungs again,” he corrects. “Please.”

“Good boy,” you praise, pressing into Chan again. He closes his eyes, letting out contented breaths as you press all the way in. Once you’re in fully, he gazes up at Jisung, letting his mouth fall open in anticipation. Jisung pushes in, gently rocking back and forth as you match the same pace.

“‘M not– not gonna last long,” Jisung whispers, petting Chan’s hair as he slowly fucks his throat. Chan hums around him, letting his eyes fall shut as he enjoys being used. You lean back down and bite his neck to ground yourself, moving your hips quicker and snapping into Chan’s. Chan lets out a punched whimper at every thrust, driving Jisung closer and closer. “Fuck,” Jisung groans, pulling out of Chan’s mouth. Chan whines, chasing Jisung’s cock with his mouth, only for Jisung to slap the tip back onto his tongue. He jerks off into Chan’s mouth, cumming with a low whine, painting Chan’s tongue white. As soon as he finishes, he bends down to meet Chan’s lips in a sloppy kiss, Jisung’s cum spreading between their mouths.

You pepper kisses into Chan’s neck as you speed up, stroking his aching cock as you groan. “Channie, where do you want me to cum?” Chan breaks the kiss with Jisung, panting.

“Inside. Please fill me up,” he begs, turning his head to face you. You kiss him immediately, thrusting one, two– three times, cumming deep inside him. Chan whimpers, exploding in your hand as soon as he feels you filling him up. You chuckle into the kiss, lifting your hand to lick it clean once again. Chan’s pupils are blown wide watching you, sticking out his tongue to lick your fingers. You let him lick off the remaining cum, humming as he closes his eyes when you kiss him again.

Chan grimaces after a couple seconds of kisses and you pull away, scanning his face. “Are you okay?” You whisper, rubbing his cheek.

“My legs are gonna go numb,” he whines, giggling a little. You sit up instantly, letting his legs stretch out after what felt like forever. He sighs in contempt, closing his eyes. “Thank you,” he whispers.

“I’m so sorry. I had you bent in half for too long.” Chan giggles, waving you off. “Sungie, are there any towels?” You ask softly, too scared to pull out of Chan yet. “Or tissues, at least?” Jisung stands to his feet after pressing a soft kiss to Chan’s cheek.

“Yeah, lemme go grab one,” he disappears behind you for a moment, Chan watching him walk away. He tries to sit up and winces, his hand shooting to his stomach.

“Fuck. That’s gonna be sore,” he giggles up at you. You lean down to kiss his stomach, caressing both sides of his hips.

“Sorry, pretty boy.” Chan just smiles in response.

“It’s okay. I asked for it, didn’t I?” He chews his bottom lip. “You don’t have anything to apologize for.” 

Jisung returns with a towel and you clean Chan’s stomach up, carefully wiping Chan’s soft dick before wiping your own.

“God,” you groan after they’ve both cleaned up and eased back into their clothes. “I haven’t done that in so long.” Jisung lifts his head to look at you as he slips on his second sock.

“Done what? Topped? Or fucked your boss?” You laughed, massaging your temple.

“Please don’t say that. I’m reeling enough after everything.” Chan nuzzles into your shoulder, wrapping his arm around yours. “It’s okay. Nobody will know. Unless you want them to,” Chan looks up at you, chewing his bottom lip. “The others… like you, too. We all like you,” he confesses.

You ruffle his hair, kissing his forehead. “I know, pup.” Chan melts into your shoulder at the endearment. “But I’m not sure I’d want to. Y’know. I think…” You trail off, eyes flitting between Chan and Jisung.

Panic seeps in. You just fucked your boss. Bosses, rather. You’d be dead if anyone found out. Sure, the other kids would be fine with it. But for that to leak to anyone else? You could never show your face again. You overstepped. Massively.

Chan can feel you stiffen up, and he lifts his head to study your expression. Before he can say anything, you stand up, running your hand through your hair. “I… I should go.” Chan shoots forward, tugging on your wrist to not let you move any further away.

“No. Sit down.” Chan’s back to normal. Gone is the submissive man you had wrapped around your finger just minutes prior. You know that tone, you know better. So you sit down.

“This was a mistake,” you start as soon as you sit back down. “I got so caught up in the moment, I shouldn’t have– really. This is bad.”

“Stop. Just stop, okay?” Chan squeezes your wrist tightly, sitting closer. “If we didn’t want this, we would’ve said something. If we didn’t enjoy it, we would’ve stopped. We wouldn’t have done it. Do you really think so low of us?” Your eyes widen, shaking your head rapidly.

“No, no, I know you would’ve, but–” You stare down at the ground, thinking, trying to speak, but nothing comes out. “I’m your manager. I overstepped.”

Chan places his hand on your cheek, turning your face towards him. “Hyung. Y/Nie. It’s okay, I promise. You didn’t do anything wrong. You didn’t overstep. You didn’t do anything we didn’t want.” His thumb runs across your cheek in gentle circles. “Sungie and I both wanted this, hoped for this, prayed for this. We enjoyed it more than you can even imagine.”

You laugh, shaking your head in bewilderment. “Prayed? You two wanted to have sex with me that badly?”

“I can’t speak for Chan, but…” Jisung pipes up. “I know the day you became our main manager, I jerked off for an hour to the scent of your cologne still on my hand.” You roll your eyes.

“Freak. Okay, whatever.” Jisung giggles, raising his hands up in defeat. Chan chuckles, dropping his hand back down to hold your hand.

“I’ve been thinking about it for years,” Chan confesses, rubbing patterns into the palm of your hand, unable to meet your eyes. “You have no idea how many times I’ve had to stop myself from getting on my knees and begging for it while you lectured me.” You scoff, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“Okay. Got it. Is it just you two who’re crazy for my dick, or do I have to look out for the other kids drooling over me, too?” Jisung and Chan exchange an unreadable glance, then refuse to respond to your question. “... Okay. Understood.”

Chan rubs your knee, tonguing the inside of his cheek. “Please, don’t panic, okay? This was just one fun night. It can just be a one time thing.” You think Chan can feel the disappointment through your skin, because he immediately backtracks. “Or not. We can do this again. Whenever you want. Whatever you want.”

“I’d like that. For this to not just be a one time thing. Please.” Chan leans forward and kisses your cheek, whispering against your skin. 

“Thank god.” He straddles your thigh, hugging you tight. “You scared me for a moment.” You chuckle, running your hand through his hair.

“Sorry,” you reach out for Jisung to come closer, and he takes a seat on your other thigh. “I trust you guys. Anytime you want me, just let me know. I’ll be there.” They both nuzzle into your neck, wrapping their arms around you.

“I love you,” Chan whispers, kissing your neck.

Before you can respond, the door unlocks and swings open.

“Sorry, forgot my–” Changbin stops in his tracks, staring at the scene before him. He takes in everyone’s messy hair, the towels scattered across the floor, your mortified face as you meet his eyes. He processes slowly, then a smirk slowly appears on his face when Chan and Jisung finally look towards him.

“Bin, I–” Chan starts, his voice small. Changbin clicks his tongue, Chan instantly falling silent. Jisung curls up into himself on your lap in preparation for a lecture. Changbin steps back to lock the door, then turns back to the three of you.

“Got room for one more?”

[urgardenandmine]

storage room sunshine 𖤓 - b. chan

summary: bang chan and school go hand in hand (and he loves holding hands) genre: fluff/angst pairing: m!reader x christoper bang chan word count: 4.4K

request: can I request a bang chan x male reader angst and fluff fic. Both of them were high school sweethearts back in the day. They ended things because Chan had to go to Korea to pursue his dreams. Years passed, their high school prepared a reunion. Chan came back to Australia with Felix because it was their break and Chan got the invitation and he came. Once he got there, the two reunited and caught up. After the night was over, both of them still loved each other.

@jihanbang

“channie~.” a voice drawled. in front of them was the sight of a lovestruck idiot staring right at the object of their affection.

that lovestruck idiot was christopher bang chan, staring at his first love, [y/n].

chan was gazing at his crush as he was in a deep trance, seeing him talk to his friends and giggling. chan was somewhat jealous on his friend making him giggle, but he wasn’t really mad considering his friend was a girl and he knew she didn’t stand a chance against him. his lips slowly smirked, nodding to himself that he knew he won your heart. he stared at his body language, seeing how vulnerable he was with her and how much he had made her smile. that was the one thing chan had noticed you did so often. 

chan was nicknamed the classroom’s ray of sunshine from how bright he was. everyday walking into class, chan would greet his teacher with a smile and a random gift he had found on his way to school. they were usually flowers, such as daisies or a daylily, though he wasn’t immune to the usual “off” gift. skipping into class happily, chan had somehow walked through the school entrance with a small lizard in his hand. though his teacher wasn’t initially into the gift (considering she was immensely creeped out by them), she had made the lizard the class pet named mr. snoogles. chan prided himself on being the classroom’s sunshine, yet you were his. 

one particular day during the middle of the first month of school, chan and his friends were playing somewhat kind of rough. playing football (and adding somewhat rowdy boy tactics), chan had gotten the ball and stared down at his feet, not noticing who or what was in front of him until he was stopped. dribbling the ball between his feet, he had felt the wind in his hair and the adrenaline. he was radiating joy as he-

b o n k!

he was immediately knocked over, as him and his friends had agreed on adding the rule…

whoever has the ball can be knocked over by his mates UNLESS wearing blue or red (because boys like blue and red was their shared favorite color)

rubbing his temple, chan landed right on his behind. he groaned loudly, his eyes widening when he heard the sound of feminine cries. looking ahead of him was a girl. she was adorned in a small floral dress, her shoes being cute white boots. her hair was brown yet in the sunlight, red. as chan stared at her, his friends immediately went to help him up. a small eruption of the classic “ooh’s” came from his friends’, making chan turn a small ruby red color. he scratched his nape, extending his hand as he tried to help her up. swatting his hand, he winced as he looked at his friends for help. 

“i- um…”

“are you okay?” a voice emerged from almost nowhere. turning his head behind him was a small child dressed in a bigger than necessary bronze and off-white argyle styled sweater. his bottoms were ripped gray jeans, wearing what seemed to be non-cheap boots. that boy was [y/n]. chan was immediately starstruck, seeing how someone could be so cute and almost glowing under the australian sun. 

“he hit me!” the girl cried, pointing at chan. chan’s face flushed. meeting his [e/c] eyes, chan put his hands up in front of him as if he was being told to surrender by the authorities. slowly marching towards him, your eyes meeting. chan was somewhat taller than you but you had that stare down ever since you were five and could eat ice cream. studying his face for a while, you smiled brightly as you leaned past him and looked at your friend.

“i don’t think he meant to, amelia.” you covered for him, seeing all the other taller boys stare at you as you soothed her. sneaking pass between chan, brushing his arm, you made your way towards her and helped her up. she dusted off her dress, making sure there wasn’t any grass marks as she pouted, stomping her foot. 

chan was deep in thought, seeing how gentle you were with her. your voice was what made chan practically fall in love. it was a calming sensation, almost like white noise but rather than helping him sleep, it was helping him wake up. chan’s routine everyday was to wake up, go to school, homework and any other extracurricular activities he had at home and/or school. now, it was to wake up and think of [y/n], go to school and see [y/n], do homework while thinking of [y/n] and do any other activity while thinking about [y/n]. 

“i still want an apology!” she demanded, making you giggle. rolling your [e/c] eyes, you looked over at them and smiled at chan directly. his heart skipped a beat, making him feel as if he was sick because of how many butterflies were swarming in his stomach. his friend eyed him, seeing chan just in deep thought as he maintained eye contact with you. bumping him softly, chan stuttered out an apology.

“o-oh! sorry…” he mumbled, looking down as he scratched his arm. the girl, amelia smiled as she got what she wanted. turning on her heel, she announced a “thank you” and sauntered off. following behind her, you made your way with your friend. looking back, you waved towards chan and smiled at him. chan was mentally gone. it wasn’t chan in that mind of his, but a boy on a mission to get the boy of his dream. you were his ray of sunshine.

as chan kept staring at his crush, his friends began to slowly became exasperated. one friend grabbed a heavy textbook, extending his arm with the book in hand and dropped it onto the desk. everyone in the class jumped, turning towards the direction of the sound. chan jumped, covering his ears as he looked at his friends, annoyed.

“what?” he muttered, looking at his mates. they all glared at chan, then glancing at the thing he was “zoning out” on. chan whipped his head, seeing you now talking to a boy. chan grinded his teeth, now almost seething. his friends noticed, bending over and patting his shoulders.

“it’s just jed, nothing to worry about.” one friend reassured. chan felt a bit calmer, nodding as he realized that it was just jed and it was nothing to worry about. jed wasn’t much to worry about considering he was just an artist and he-

“wow!” you exclaimed, now touching jed’s somewhat muscly arm. your [s/c] fingers ran up his arm, chuckling as you looked up at jed. 

he lied. jed was a problem. he was worst than math and broccoli and bleu cheese. 

“well, i mean it’s not like he’s laughing?”  his shorter friend spoke.

he spoke too soon.

you were now giggling a little too much, causing chan to clench his fist. chan then bounced off from his seat, making his way towards you. seeing him come towards you, you waved with your other hand, the latter still on jed’s arm. chan came to a stop, draping his arm on your shoulders, looking at jed. eyeing him down, jed let out a sheepish chuckle.

“hey, chris!” he said through clenched teeth, pulling his arm away and rolling down his sleeve. chan looked down at you, feigning a “happy” smile. 

“can we chat for a bit?” he asked. before you could answer, chan and you were racing out of the classroom, hand in hand. chan was dragging you along to your guys’ spot. you two had become closer everyday as you two were spending time in an abandoned storage room. in this room, you two had laughed, cried and even just sat in silence while doing homework. the pair of you had made this room the room of privacy, where anything said here's to never leave the room whatsoever. 

pushing open the heavy gray door, chan had pushed passed the usual shelves and made your way to the dusty old forest green leather sofa. sitting you down, chan stood in front of you and clapped his hands, catching his thoughts. 

“okay! so, um…” chan grunted, looking at you staring at him lost. he exhaled, making his way to sit beside you. he placed his head on your shoulder, playing with the loose string on his pants. 

“do you like jed…?” he asked. chan had gotten used to you that he didn’t need to beat around the bush. he felt that with a single look, you two could just understand one another. today was also the day that chan dreaded. 

a week ago, chan had done the bravest thing he did (other than asking you out on “dates” which he never specified were dates BUT i mean they kind of were if you thought of them hard enough). chan had asked his parents to take him to a k-pop audition, held by a company named JYP. rather than him going to them, they came to him. inviting them to their house, chan pulled out all the works. he had played the instruments such as guitar, piano and more. along with those, he had shown them videos of him singing and dancing as he wanted to be an idol and they rarely needed to showcase their instrumental prowess.  

a week later, chan’s parents were given a call saying he had made it! except one downside, he had to go to korea, which wasn’t that bad since he was set on his dream. practically beaming, he was ready to go yet he forgot one thing…

he had to go.

looking up at you, your eyes met as you smiled softly. your hand reached up and patted his cheek, making him feel at home. you stuck your tongue out, thinking as you hummed to yourself before answering.

“jed’s nice but i mean, not the guy i like.” you answered, making chan shoot up immediately.

“if you don’t like jed then who?!” he yelled, before clearing his throat and relaxing. he had saw your eyes glitter, seeing your lips curl into a smile as you showed your pearly whites. chan brought his palms into his face, hiding it as he showed his jealousy toward the idea of you being with anyone else. though you were both teenagers, he felt strongly on how he felt for you and didn’t want to lose you…

even though you could never be together.

you stood up, pacing back and forth teasingly. chan groaned, peeking through his hands as he looked at you, tapping your chin. running a hand through your [h/c] hair, you sighed with a smile. turning on your heel, you stood in front of him. looking up at your friend, the two of you just smiled at one another. you had placed both arms on chan’s shoulder, interlocking your hands behind his nape. he instinctively placed both hands on your waist. though this was intimate to others, to you two, it meant nothing which killed him inside. whenever he held you during “regular friend cuddles” or simple “regular friend hangouts yet you two held hands,” he cherished how much he could get close to you before he left.

“my crush is…, tall. has dimples, sings and plays instruments. he loves football and he’s my friend.” you hinted, now swaying as you both held onto one another. chan smirked, before dropping it as he whined, throwing his head back.

“michael?! him?” he said in disbelief, “he doesn’t even wear socks! and he barely even does his homework in music so i don’t even see how you think he’s good at them.” he fussed, making you look up at him as you grinned from ear to ear. he looked down at you, pouting as you kept eyeing him. staying there for a minute, he kept eye contact with you until…

d i n g!

“oh.” 

chan now realizing who you were talking about, he looked away. his face was almost like a rose, shining a bright red as the sunlight poured through the water glass window. while the sun poured in, the room filled with joy and love. your finger tapped his chin, causing chan to turn his head slowly. chan, lost in his emotions, eyed your soft lips and back to your eyes. then, in that moment, you two had confirmed your emotions for one another. in that moment, you were the only two who could fly through the earth in one another’s grasp. in this moment, you were each other’s.

and in the next week, he was gone. 

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“yo! chris!” the other aussie member teased, nudging into his leader. felix, brushing his leader gently while he sat in a practice room. he was staring at the gray concrete wall of the 1MILLION studio. he was sweating, wearing a black tank top and green baggy cargo pants. he wiped his sweat from his temple, listening to his members laugh with one another. chan turned his head towards, felix.

“hey~, i’m your leader/older. talk to me right.” he replied, causing felix to smile. 

“sorry.” he said, sitting next to him and feeling the cool wall against his loose baggy white long sleeve. this was their last practice before heading to felix’s and bang chan’s home, australia. 

“what are you thinking about, bro?” felix inquired, eyeing his leader with wide eyes, trying to get him to laugh. he succeeded, but chan went back to his tired self a second later. the burlier man shrugged, taking a small sip of his water bottle.

“just, things, y’know?” he said, handing felix a water bottle to drink from. chan sat up, no longer leaning against the wall and slouched over. he began to play with a loose string from his white socks, smiling to himself.

“we go home before promotions but there’s this one thing i’m kind of dreading.” he told the rapper, making felix scooch closer and looking at him. feeling his gaze at his crown, chan looked up and laid down looking at him. he smiled.

“my high school’s having a reunion and i got an invite but…” he paused, letting the younger get comfortable before continuing. felix laid on his stomach, his head in his hands as he kicked his feet. though they were grown men, nothing could stop the boys from feeling young with one another.

“i didn’t graduate and i’m overthinking this one thing.” he revealed, causing felix to furrow his eyebrows. chan looked over, smiling.

“there was this special someone and i don’t even know what happened to them when i left. we were close and when i came here, there was no way for us to keep in contact so, i lost them. i don’t even know if they graduated school so i won’t even see them there.” chan worried, covering his face with his hands. felix sat up, slouching over as he tapped his leader. 

“why don’t we go?” felix offered, grinning at him. chan looked at him, chuckling.

“for what? not like i deserve to see them considering i came here and-”

“and became well-known as a composer and everything else?” felix interrupted, making chan stutter.

he began to think. what was the harm in going? not like the others would be unsupervised in australia as they’ve been there before and they had lee know. along with that, management would never just let the boys run away all silly so, what was their to lose? other than the fact that what if you weren’t even there? 

chan groaned, shaking the thought out of his head. he was happy for you regardless, even if you had a new man in your life who wasn’t jed or michael or shawn and any other guy he remembered in high school. the thought of his own jealousy made him feel better. screw it. he was going to his high school reunion.

now, weeks passed, the two aussie boys were dressed up in a suit and standing before the doors. they had gotten ready in chan’s family home in his old room. chan fixed his black tie, which complimented his black suit. he looked like he was fresh off the bachelor. felix was wearing a black button up with black slacks. he adorned silver jewelry, swiping off lint on his leader’s suit. chan, known as chris here, was shaking a bit looking at the auditorium doors. the suit was a little tight but that was because he was just getting bigger before promos. one wrong move and his pecs would just pop out the button up. placing the sticker on his right pec, he tapped and let out a deep breath. this was nothing. he’s preformed in front of so many people almost every week so this was a piece of cake. 

opening the doors, the two boys were met with lively music and lights in every color. the sound of everyone chatting plastered a bright smile on their faces. they assumed it would’ve been like in TV shows, where no one was happy nor wanted to even be there yet it was the opposite. chan looked around the room, seeing somewhat familiar faces as no one changed immensely. the roof was lined with streamers and balloons. above the stage was a great big gold banner, with the word “welcome” as it greeted all the previous students. 

“wow! this is so cool!” felix shouted in his ear, causing him to wince. felix chuckled.

“sorry! this is so cool though! ooh, look! snacks!” he zoned in on the refreshment table, making his way as chan followed behind. felix grabbed two red solo cups, moving an inch to his right and pouring in what seemed to be pink lemonade. weirdly for an all-adult high school reunion, it felt like a kindergarten party. chan had taken a sip, puckering as the drink was sourer than a sour lolly. felix coughed, setting the cup down and opening a water bottle. chan shook his head, trying to forget the taste already. 

“hi chris!” a voice blurted over the music. looking to his right was his old high school friend. chan beamed, extending one arm to hug him. soon after came the rest of his group, who all began the ball of compliments towards one another. the conversation was filled with the common “how are you’s” and talk on how his journey in korea was. the conversation felt like almost an hour but it was only five minutes (that’s how long it took for felix to drink all of his lemonade). 

hearing the doors open due to the unique creak, chan turned his head towards the door and saw someone walk in. they were dressed in almost the best clothes in this whole room, seeing that it was a familiar fashion brand he had collabed with. their pants were baggy silk cargos, making them flow across the room. everyone had basically stopped and stared, so did felix and he didn’t even go here.

chan squinted, seeing the person smiling as their hair covered most of their face. they had went directly towards the principal and greeted them. they seemed tall, a bit incher than most of the average heighted people in here. looking at their hands, they seemed to be a bit unafraid of the inking needle. 

“who’s that?” someone quizzed, tip toeing to see who had made the room almost come to a stand still.

“that’s [y/n]! they just came back from a modeling gig in dubai!” someone chirped, causing chan to whip his head at the trio who were speaking of his former crush.

“they weren’t a model.” someone corrected, causing the previous to roll their eyes.

“okay, the fashion editor’s assistant but they helped design and create some really good pieces and events!” the other retorted, taking a sip of their acidic lemonade. chan stared ahead at the sight. 

his former crush, now dressed in what he recognized as fendi, tommy hilfiger and almost every brand he could remember. seeing how you were changed, his brain had short circuited. comparing the shorter boy he had kissed, you were now traveling the world as a fashion editor’s personal assistant. other than that, you were making clothes and as well as hosting famous runways that he’s probably attended. he couldn’t believe it.

“you okay there, bro?” felix choked out, as half a brookie was in his mouth. he looked at his member, giving him a napkin as he soon darted towards you. it was as if it was a scene in a movie. though for him, it wasn’t a romance movie, it was a horror film.

brushing passed everyone, he had felt the toughness of each and everyone’s flesh layered by their clothing. it was if you tried to swim across the current, feeling pulled in yet moving so slow you had become a turtle. he felt the breath of everyone on him, to his neck to his finger tips. muttering a string of “excuse me’s” and “pardon me,” he continued looking at you. he saw the light of his life just in front of him yet he couldn’t reach. the heat radiating off everyone made small beads of sweat build up on his temple, where the roots of his hair protruded from his head. extending an arm to grab your shoulder, you were immediately pulled away to the right, making him stop in his tracks in his black dress shoes. he stood there, now in a crowded room alone. 

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as the night continued on, chan had made small talk with everyone. he and felix though had zoned out during the former principal’s speech, considering it wasn’t fair for felix to listen to it and chan never really seemed to care as he was communicating with his managers on when he would be back. he went throughout the night, occupying his head with thoughts other than you, finally coming to the decision he had lost you forever. he couldn’t see a speck of you anywhere at all, making him feel broken yet it wasn’t a big loss. he saw how you had changed, how much you were taking care of yourself. 

around 10 PM, the party had watered down. everyone had dispersed and chan had sent felix home as he was eating too many sweets and drinking too much lemonade. he had told his leader that his “tummy was turning against him.” chan stood outside the school, sitting on a small stone wall that lined the front of the school. he reached down into his pocket, whipping out his phone as he looked at the messages he had avoided the whole night.

“excuse me! can i borrow your phone? mine died and i need to call someone so…” the voice trailed off, soon stopping as chan had made eye contact with them.

it was [y/n]. 

chan studied the new you. you had a small sleeve tattoo, as you had pullen your sleeve up and he saw a garden of tattoos on your arm. your eyes were the same, but almost now containing a more adult glimmer. your lips still were the usual [your l/c]. chan had looked at your hair, now not it’s natural color but what was now in a balayage and textured style. though it was textured, it reached your eyelashes, causing you to blink a lot. you were a little slimmer since you were an assistant who ran around everywhere. on your neck was a small golden chain with a diamond center, shining in the moonlight. 

“oh, y-yeah.” he said, handing you his phone as he had already opened it to the calling app. you reached for it, dialing in a number. as he heard the beeps, chan listened to you talk on the phone. the white noise he had fallen in love with was back. the buzzing of the lights harmonized with you, making it almost surreal that you were standing above him. ending the call, you had returned the phone to it’s rightful owner. chan grabbed it, gently brushing your hand. 

“thank you!” you said, letting out a small sigh of relief as he sat down next to him. he looked at you, seeing you undo your shoes and seeing how platformed they were. he knew it. you couldn’t have gotten that tall in a couple of years. he stared at your socks, both being mismatched. on your right foot was a jack-o-lantern sock, while the left was a baseball sock. he let out a small chuckle, causing you to turn your head. looking at your feet, you blushed.

“oh! yeah, they were all i saw before getting out of the house. i was already late so i felt bad.” you explained. he nodded, smiling as he unbutton his suit to reveal his mismatched button up.

“happens to us all.” he laughed, as you both smiled at one another. after a minute, you both sat in silence. you both snuck looks at one another yet missing each other’s eyes, causing chan’s heart to swell in agony as you seemed to not even remember him. taking this as a moment to be brave, he turned to you and reached forward to you.

“nice to meet you. i’m chris.” he introduced himself, feeling his heart slowly break. you reached over, shaking his hand. his palm began to get clammy, not realizing your hands felt soft like rose petals. 

“i’m [y/n]!” you returned, making him smile. he shook your hand, squeezing gently as he let go. 

“but~, i kinda like chan better.” you whispered, taking out your phone and showing the back of your phone case. on the back of your phone was a small PC of chan during his debut year, causing him to groan and hide his face. sitting up right, his hands on his knees and beaming. you were a fan, that’s a relief.

“yeah, i’m him.” he “revealed.” you blushed, holding your phone as you looked at him.

“are you still the same boy who kissed me in our storage room?” you timidly inquired. his face flushed, looking at how you were now somewhat smaller. chan’s ears began to warm up and become a soft pink color. 

“uh, maybe?” he answered, causing you to bite your bottom lip. looking over into his eyes, you snickered. maintaining eye contact, you planted a quick kiss onto his cheek. 

“are you still the same boy who likes pizza?” you asked, slyly scooting over and looking up into his brown eyes. chan grabbed your hand, grinning as he nodded and leaned a little closer.

“the night’s young. why not?” he replied.

chan was finally reunited with his sunshine.

(p.s., jed never stood a chance - chan)

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hi y'all! my first request! i hope i did you right and i also hope y'all enjoy this one! it's my longest one so far and i hope it's not so rushed!

felix and chan's italicized dialogue is them speaking in korean~. not my usual actual korean but i can't even speak it myself so we're not doing all that :p

i didn't really wanna like subject y'all to being a fashion editor's assistant but i'm still tryna get into this writing thing so i picked a random job so hope that's okay!

lastly...sorry jed :0

[heluvschibi]

Mash up video Felix looks like a poor bus boy or those train boys who take your stuff???(yk what I mean???)😭

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(Year: 1800 the industrial revolution)

Train boy!Felix who took the job just for the money, he didn't like how all the rich people in the train cars bossed him around to get him things but he put up with it.

Train boy!Felix who despises rich people, you were on a train to meet a suitor, accompanied by your aunt who was snotty as ever.

🚂🚃🚃🚃 💨

"Will you stop gawking at the boy, he's doing his job." Your aunt whispered.

You were snapped out of your trance, looking at the boy who was honestly very good looking. his freckles matched those that were in the sky, his cupid bow lips aiming right at your heart... The way he smiled at you as you stepped up on the train and willing took your bags, his hand brushed up against your gloved covered hands yet you still felt the warmth.

"I wasn't gawking, I was admiring."

"Well stop what your doing, you look like a sickly- ghastly dog with your tongue sticking out. Act more lady like."

Her harsh words woke you up back to the reality of who you were, and where you were going.

🚂🚃🚃🚃 💨

Train boy!Felix who couldn't help but noticed that you kept staring at him.

Train boy!Felix who thought you were judging him, so immediately put the label on you as the "Rude Rich passenger number 8" he would refer to you as that until he understood as to why you were staring at him.

Train boy!Felix who came to your seat when you started asking for help.

🚂🚃🚃🚃 💨

The sun had set, your aunt who had preached about being more "Lady like" passed out next to you, not only that but snoring like a pig, you looked out the window past your aunt to see the beautiful scenery, the sun setting casting a beautiful glow on the ocean, the wild flowers going by in a blur of color.

You then had the urge to write, you wanted to be an independent author, but knowing that it's frowned upon you never mentioned it, you grabbed the notebook and a fountain pen that one of your fathers friends gave you, claiming it will be revolutionary. You had some trouble seeing so you started to look u til you caught eyes with the freckles face train boy. You gave him a small smile and he walked over.

"How may I help you ma'ma?"

You were shocked at his voice, not only his accent but the way he sounded, so deep, you didn't know your cheeks were flushed until he mentioned how red my face had gotten.

"Oh it's nothing! Uh I was hoping there may be a light- a-a lamp I mean."

He stood up straight and made his way to the back of the train, and came back with a gas lamp, placing it on the table.

"Thank you."

He bowed his head before walking away.

🚂🚃🚃🚃 💨

Hehe that's all, I'm currently on my period y'all! 😙✌🏽

[asterifish]

Black cats and chill nights

Synopsis: One of Minho's secrets was that he could play Guitar. Really well. When m/n finds out, hes gushing all over his boyfriend. Minho loves this, so he writes a song for m/n

Genre(s): 🍂(tooth rottingly sweet)

Type: One-Shot

Extra notes: Reminder that 🪐 stands for m/n, and happy reading!!! 🫶 (this is the first time I haven't just written down the idea and let it ROT in my drafts, so I hope it's good!!)

I hope you guys like the new layout for fics, I really like the way the aesthetic turned out :)

Story under the cut!!

🪐 had always thought that he knew everything about Minho. He'd started off as a fan, and by some blessing from God, he ended up befriending Stray Kids, which led to him dating Minho.

Now don't get me wrong, 🪐 wasn't one of those crazy psycho fans, he respected each of the members equally. He loved helping them with little projects and cooking meals for them. Most of them thought of 🪐 as their guardian angel (per Felix's request of the nickname).

Anyway, it was a late night. Really late. 🪐 had been caught up with work and he'd ended up staying 6 hours later than he was supposed to. 🪐 was drained. He thought about calling Minho and asking if he could come over, but he was too tired to even take his phone out of his pocket. Driving the 20 minutes to his boyfriends apartment wasn't the hard part, it was the climb up to it that really got 🪐. He sighed loudly when he reached Min's apartment, banging his head on the door instead of knocking.

"Coming!" Minho's voice drawing nearer was the only thing that had perked 🪐 up, a small smile on his face.

"How can I hel...." Minho's voice was cut off as he opened his door, 🪐 flopping onto the other. "Minnieeeeee" 🪐 whined, wrapping his arms around the taller male and rocking them back and forth.

Minho's expression softening at his boyfriend's antics, he moved them both into the apartment, shutting the door with his foot. "Bad day baby?" Min asked, running his fingers through the smaller male's hair. 🪐 nodded and groaned into Minho's shoulder. Lifting his head up, a sigh escaped 🪐's lips.

"They made me stay back 6 hours extra to fix something that wasn't even important...." 🪐 frowned.

Minho sighed at this, rubbing 🪐's back. He thought for a bit about what he could possibly do to cheer his baby up. Looking around the apartment, his eyes landed on his guitar.

"Baby... how about I play guitar for you!" Minho smiled as 🪐 perked up, his eyes wide with wonder. "... Guitar? I..." 🪐's eyes travelled down to his hands. "I didn't know you played..."

Minho watched 🪐 closely while he spoke, and then wrapped the smaller in a hug. "It's okay to not know everything about me baby. Just sit here and I'll be right back, okay?" 🪐 nodded and then curled back up, wide eyes watching his boyfriend leave the room. Minho came back a while later, blankets and one of his cats in arms. Wrapping 🪐 up in the blanket, Minho smiled. When the cat finally curled up against 🪐's side, Minho reached over to get his guitar.

"I hope you don't mind... I.. sort of write a song about you." Minho scratched his neck shyly, making 🪐 coo.

"It's okay babyyy, I wanna hear you play!!" 🪐 smiled happily, his spirits lifted. He was still tired, but he really wanted to hear the song. Minho smiled softly and then started strumming the guitar. 🪐 made note of how his boyfriend's fingers just barely grazed the strings, but still produced a beautiful tune. It was so graceful, 🪐 was mesmerized.

As he started singing, Minho rocked back and forth with the rhythm. He would occasionally look over at 🪐, catching the other stiffling a yawn or scratching under his cat's chin.

"나의 밤은 그래 이렇게 잠 못 드는 밤이면 왠지 모를 그때 네 향기가 나 아직 난 네가 많이 보고 싶나 봐 유난히 긴 오늘 밤...." ( My night is like this/ On a sleepless night like this, I can smell your scent from that time / I must still miss you a lot / A particularly long night tonight)

Minho's voice filled the room, pulling 🪐 deeper into his sleep. Sighing contently, 🪐 's eyes closed, happy that the last thing he got to hear was Minho's voice. When Minho finished the song, he looked over at 🪐, a smile in his eyes. "My sweet baby.... Sleep well my love." He whispered.

Picking up the smaller male, Minho carried him to the bedroom, setting him down and then crawling under the sheets with him, cuddling him close.

"Nights like these... are perfect for us.." Minho whispered, closing his eyes and drifting off.

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[suengmi]

✧ curious ✧ .9k, g

you raise your head, eyes scanning along the bank on the opposite side. all you can see is a pair of beady eyes, and long pale fingers pressed onto a large tree branch that's resting on some rocks.

pairing: felix x gn!reader genre: fluff, magical/fairy!au warnings/other: felix is a water nymph/reader is human, it's like 2am and i just thought of this. it's self indulgent pls enjoy

little ripples bounce around the small pebbles rolling in the water, a fish or two swim past, weaving around the little plants growing at the bottom of the lake. it's not too deep, maybe just above your ankles.

a group of small blue fish enter your eyes as you venture further down the bank, pretty pearlescent green scales shining in the late night of the evening sun, their tails so small they'd be no bigger than your iris. gently, you press your hand into the water, trying your hardest not to disturb the fish. when you splay your fingers, the mud beneath is slightly disturbed, causing a few of the dish to swim away.

but one of the fish stays, slowly dancing in and out of your fingers. it stops on top of your hand, as if resting it's weary body from swimming all day. you decide not to disturb it and just enjoy what nature has gifted you.

further along, the water is disturbed, it somewhat sounds like a splash. you raise your gaze, eyes scanning along the bank on the opposite side. all you can see is a pair of beady eyes, and long pale fingers pressed onto a large tree branch that's resting on some rocks.

the boy doesn't blink, just stares back at you as he seems to be assessing what you're doing. you raise your neck, slightly turning your head to the side as if signalling you're curious about him too. he copies your actions, head turning the same direction as yours. one more time, you flop your head to the other side and he follows.

you bounce your head back and forth and he copies. this goes on for about ten seconds, but you stop as you begin to feel dizzy.

"ow." you say to yourself, raising your hand from the water to rub your temple. the boy across the water smiles, resting his chin on the branch.

within a split second, he jumps on top the fallen tree, legs flopping in front of himself as he lets them dangle. his feet are slightly webbed, and his hands too. when he turns his head to the side again, almost comically, a long pointy ear bounces out from his blonde hair, little silver trinkets dangling, maybe some small gems decorating his ear. you're not too sure, he's not close enough for you to see.

the boy smiles at you again as he wiggles his legs, his brown cotton shorts and shirt almost falling off of him. he's small, but not too short from what you can see.

ah, a water nymph, you realise. you've never seen one before. not this close. you realised you've ever actually heard one speak.

the boy nods to the river a few times, pointing to something. you follow his gesture. there's a another school of blue fish, seemingly gravitating towards him.

"you... want me to watch?" you ask, slowly dipping your bare feet into the water. he returns with an eager nod, pointing again at the fish.

the same group of small fish you saw prior look as if they're swimming towards him. they seem to happily oblige as he wiggles his fingers back and forth, the school of fish pooling at the other side of the bank. he looks up at you with a big grin on his face, pointy fangs pressing into his bottom lip.

"that's amazing!" you say in disbelief, trying your hardest not to disturb them.

slowly, you edge a bit forwards, now only about two metres away from him and the fish.

the nymph makes a cupping motion with both of his hands, instructing you to do as such.

"like this?" you ask, placing your hands together. he nods excitedly, gesturing for you to pick them up.

placing your cupped hands into the water, you wait for a moment. the nymph rubs two of his fingers together, his tongue sticking out to the side underneath one of his fangs. within a few moments, one of the fish swims into the palm of your hand and stills.

you gasp, trying your hardest not to move. but the boy doesn't mind, he seems to be enjoying your fascination with what he's doing.

"can i... lift it?" you ask, eyes feeling like they're going to pop out of your skull. the boy nods, jumping down from the branch to be at your level. he steps forwards and bends down, his soft webbed hands cupping your own. softly, he helps you raise them, the small fish swimming in little circles in the tiny pool you've made with your palms.

when you look up at the boy, he just smiles, those little fangs appearing again.

"it's so... pretty." you smile, watching the fish swim around. the nymph watches you intently, seemingly curious about your fascination with that he's doing.

"i wonder how they get so blue-"

"felix!" the nymph blurts out, pressing his face a bit too close to yours. you raise your brows turn to face him. he's no more than ten centimetres away.

he pushes his nose against yours, and pulls back. those big dark eyes wide and staring into your own, silly grin showing. "i'm felix."

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1960s ~

ೃ⁀➷ me & the devil - { skz - minsung } - Jisung’s dreams are an arms length away, lying in the hands of his superior who gives him a test, one that challenges everything he’s ever known, a taste of a life so intriguing. It’s only a matter of time before he’s faced with a choice… Who’s hands does he take?

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1990s ~

ೃ⁀➷ haven / taste - { skz - h.hj / l.mh } - Like magnets, the push and pull of an addictively toxic relationship is relentless, never ending. It doesn't help that the men you're involved with are both equally good at their game... And apparently, so are you.

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2000s ~

ೃ⁀➷ no matter what i do - { txt - k.th / c.bg / c.sb } - love triangles. the blurriest lines. broken hearts. pure, raw, lust fueled passion.

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ೃ⁀➷ nice for what - { atz - j.wy / j.yh } - That one fucked you over last year, this one is fucking you over this year, you had no idea she was involved with him, someone over here has been lying to you, you didn't mean to end up in that ones bed, he told you he loved you... Does anyone even trust anyone anymore?

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ೃ⁀➷ home;run - { svt - c.hs / k.mg } - College didn't work out, so you're stuck with the next best thing. Living with your superstar brother, traveling with his championship winning team, haunted by your past and heavily influenced by your present.

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