Simpforcrispystiddies - Simp For Crispys Tiddies

𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐎𝐧𝐞, 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐞

☆ Genre: Idol!Chan, fluff

☆ Warnings: Lightly suggestive

☆ Request: No

☆ Characters: Chan, Y/N, Han, Changbin, Hyunjin

☆ Word Count: 2.5k

“Just give us two hours,” Y/N pleaded with Jisung as she pulled the bags she had brought with her away from him. She batted away a sneaky Changbin who sniffed hard at the scent of food wafting from the bags. “Guys! Two. Hours. It's not that hard.”

“But you have food,” Jisung whined, trying to lunge for the bag.

“So do you!” Y/N pointed to the table in the middle of the main room. “Go eat yours.”

“But yours smells better,” Changbin sighed. “Why are we any different to Chan?”

Y/N's nostrils flared in mild exasperation. “Are we in a relationship, my dear, dear Changbin?”

“Yes,” Changbin, Jisung and Hyunjin chorused.

Y/N sighed. “I should have known that you guys automatically came along with Chan.”

“Get one, get seven free,” Jisung said helpfully.

At that, Y/N shook her head. She smiled as she opened up one of the bags; she was glad she bought an extra box of the large sushi platters Chan enjoyed, and as she pulled it out, she pointed at her wide eyed friends.

“If I give you this, will you leave us alone for at least two hours?” Y/N bargained with them. “Promise me.”

“Thanks Y/N, you're the best!” Changbin guffawed as he grabbed the sushi. He ran to their table in excitement and Y/N snorted with quiet laughter at his enthusiasm. “Oh - we promise!”

“If you're going to do anything gross, warn us first,” Hyunjin drawled. “I don't want to throw up.”

Y/N smacked him with the bag.

“Come out in three hours or we'll have a problem,” Jisung raised his fists in a comical manner, his eyebrows furrowed so deeply that they turned into one, thick line across his forehead. “We need to play Uno.”

Y/N groaned. “Fine. Deal. Any interruptions and I'll add on an extra fifteen minutes … got it?”

Jisung flashed her with a toothy grin. He then nudged her towards Chan's bedroom, his eyes crinkling. “Have fun.”

Smiling at him, Y/N nodded.

She pushed open the door and held the bags aloft in satisfaction as she stepped into the room. “I brought food!”

Chan's cheer was heavily muffled; looking around, Y/N found him half hidden by his wardrobe, his top half completely engulfed in swatches of fabric, their hangers tinkling as he moved his shoulders.

“Baby?” Y/N laughed. “Why can I only see your butt? I mean … not that that's a bad thing.”

She lightly tapped his behind, giggles erupting from her mouth.

Another muffled chuckle later, Chan emerged. His skin was red up to his hairline, and despite looking like a singed lobster, the man held out a neatly folded pile of clothes.

“Found it!” Chan exclaimed proudly. “Couldn't find my favourite hoodie. Stop slapping my butt.”

Y/N giggled. She placed the bags down on his bedside table before moving towards him; she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him sweetly on his smiling lips.

“You're already wearing a hoodie, Chantopher,” Y/N pointed out as she tugged at the tassels hanging from his hood.

Chan started to laugh. His nose was bright red and overly warm as his face bumped against hers, his lips kissing her cheek. “Not for me. For you!”

“For me?” Y/N cocked her head to the side.

“Date night attire,” Chan grinned. He peered down at her clothes. “You can't get into bed with jeans.”

Y/N giggled as she smoothed her hands over her clothes. “Okay, you have a point.”

Chan's face glowed with his dimpled smile as he tossed the hoodie to her. “Here. I have some bottoms around here somewhere … “

Once Y/N had discarded her day clothes and was snuggled up in Chan's soft ones, the couple dived onto Chan's small bed. Opening credits of their favourite movie flashed on the wide TV infront of them, the colourful lights on either side bouncing off of Y/N and Chan in waves of pink, blue and purple. The atmosphere was soft, warm, and utterly relaxing - the epitome of what being with Chan felt like.

Sat cross legged ontop of his duvet, Chan reached for the bags Y/N had brought. His face shone with joy as he pulled out the food, his fists waving happily in the air.

“There was another box of sushi,” Y/N said as she watched Chan pry the lid off of one of the trays. “But your children are a handful.”

“Our children,” Chan chuckled. He leaned over ever so slightly, his shoulder brushing Y/N's as he kissed her temple. “It's okay. We have plenty … ah, it all looks so good. I was so hungry.”

“I had a feeling you might be,” Y/N smiled as she hugged her knees to her chest. “You've been way too busy … probably haven't been eating much.”

It had been a heavily gruelling month for Chan; his schedule seemed to grow heavier and heavier with every second that he spent awake, and even though it pained him, the man hadn't been able to see Y/N as much as he would have liked. But Y/N was more understanding than he could have hoped for. She cheered him on as best as she could, sending him gentle reminders throughout the day: to eat well, to drink water, to take a break and massage his wrists, to stretch and to stare out of the window so his eyes wouldn't combust … she didn't always expect a reply, instead contenting herself on the notion that Chan would listen regardless of how busy he was.

Chan appreciated her way of looking out for him more than she could ever comprehend. She was always there for him, and even on the days where he couldn't see her, Chan knew she wasn't the type to get upset about it. She understood him and his job better than he understood himself, sometimes … and that was something Chan knew he would never take for granted.

Today was the first day in weeks where Chan didn't have priorities piling up on his broad shoulders like heavy boulders. He had the evening to himself, and even though he was exhausted beyond words, Chan knew exactly who he wanted to spend his time with.

Y/N had suggested spending their evening together in the comfort of his own home. He could relax while spending time with her; it was a win-win situation, and not for the first time did Chan have to surpress the urge to scream and yell out of his overflowing love for her.

After laying out the arrangement of food on his bedspread, Chan set the bags to the side before leaning over. He tugged at a bag of his own with a grunt, and Y/N watched in curiosity as he pulled it up beside him.

“I have snacks,” Chan laughed as he pulled out packets. “And I bought ice cream specifically for you. It's in the freezer.”

“Legend,” Y/N thumped him on his arm in a playful gesture; but Chan yelped in pain anyway, dramatics painted all over his face. “Wait … did that hurt?”

“Nah,” Chan rubbed his arm. “Yeah. Kinda. It's no biggie … I just pulled a muscle. Maybe several.”

Tutting at the man, Y/N leaned over and kissed his arm softly. “What did you do?”

“Take a guess?”

Y/N stuck her tongue out at him. “You have to stop being so careless in the gym.”

“I know, I know,” Chan pulled a gormless face as he pulled apart a pair of chopsticks. “I just can't help it sometimes.”

“Well, start helping it,” Y/N rolled her eyes. She took the chopsticks Chan was holding out to her with a smile, and after tapping them against his in their signature way, she immediately reached for a piece of sushi.

Chan watched Y/N chew her sushi; her cheeks were puffy and her eyes sparkled as she savoured the flavour. The man couldn't help but grin adoringly, his eyes turning into crescent moons as his smile grew wider and wider.

Y/N reached for a bottle of water, completely unaware. She swallowed a quarter of it before realising Chan was staring at her; almost choking at the realisation, Y/N placed a hand on her chest.

“ … What?” She asked slowly.

Chan started to laugh. He shook his head. “Nothing. Keep eating.”

Doing as she was told, Y/N reached for another piece. Chan continued to simper over her and he soon rested his chin upon the palm of his hand, completely forgetting about how hungry he was.

For some reason, watching the love of his life eat was filing in itself.

“Aren't you eating?” Y/N asked suddenly. The bridge of her nose was pink, Chan's gaze causing heat to rise up in her cheeks.

Chan sighed dreamily. “Just watching you eat makes me feel full.”

Coughing, Y/N pushed him lightly. “Stop it.”

“Stop what, hmm?” Chan teased her as he slid his arms around her waist. Heat radiated off of the both of them in scorching bursts, and Chan couldn't help himself when he rubbed his nose against Y/N's cheekbone. “Feeling shy?”

“Christopher,” Y/N wheezed as she dropped her chopsticks onto the platter. She covered her burning face with her fingers, Chan's flurry of giggles making her heart leap. “Let me eat.”

“Okay, okay,” Chan chuckled. He kissed her cheek, ruffling her hair up before reaching for his own chopsticks again. “Let's eat.”

Leaning back against Chan's pillows, Y/N stole glances of the man every so often. She hid the contagious smile that kept threatening to cross her face due to how adorable he looked; Chan's cheeks were purple under the lights, and his downturned eyes were wide and innocent as he focused on the film in front of him. Every now and then, his face would contort before smoothing out again; watching closely, Y/N noticed him pressing a hand to his left shoulder, and her face softened.

She made a mental note to massage the pain out of him as soon as they had finished eating.

Reaching for another piece of sushi, Y/N felt her chopsticks hit against something hard. She looked down to see her utensils around Chan's, their chopsticks forming a small pyramid over the last piece of sushi.

Laughing suddenly, Chan withdrew his chopsticks. “Take it.”

Y/N shook her head. “You have it.”

“I'm really full,” Chan patted his stomach. “Go on … have it.”

Y/N pouted. “But I've had loads.”

Smiling, Chan picked up the piece. Y/N watched as he lifted it to his mouth, his eyes on hers.

“Here comes the aeroplane … “ Chan suddenly sang in a childlike voice as he waved the sushi infront of Y/N's face. “Say ‘ah’.”

Despite the giggles that she let out, Y/N was adamant. She shook her head again. “Nope.”

Chan frowned. “Baby, I'm gonna get really upset if you don't eat this.”

Y/N was slightly convinced. She sighed. “Fifty fifty?”

Chan's lips twitched. “If I say yes, will it make you happy?”

“Very happy,” Y/N grinned.

“You take the first bite then,” Chan held the sushi out to her. “I'll eat the rest.”

Peering down at the salmon roll, Y/N mentally measured the distance her teeth could bite into. Knowing exactly what she was doing, Chan burst into a fit of laughter.

“Baby, just eat the fucking sushi,” Chan chuckled under his breath.

“Fine, fine,” Y/N grinned. She took a bite of it before pushing Chan's arm towards him. “Yours.”

Chan dropped the last half of the sushi into his mouth with a happy grin. He wiggled around the bed with contentment as he gathered up the empty packaging, and he stretched over to toss it into his rubbish bin.

“Do you wanna eat these now or later?” Chan asked, gesturing to the rest of the food.

“I'm fine. Unless you're still hungry?” Y/N replied.

Chan shook his head. He dumped the bags onto his table before holding his arms out in eagerness to Y/N.

Y/N smiled. But she shook her head.

Chan's face fell. “You don't wanna cuddle?”

“I wanna cuddle you,” Y/N grinned. She held her own arms out, patting the space between her legs. “Come here.”

“Really?” Chan asked. Surprised but pleased, the man shuffled into the space Y/N had made for him; she even pulled the duvet out from underneath them both, and soon they were both tucked up under the warmth of it.

Y/N kissed the back of Chan's neck as she slid her arms around his waist. “Lean back.”

Listening to her instruction, Chan let his body fall back into Y/N's; he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief at the feeling of her wrapped around him, comfort already flooding through his body.

“You know … “ Chan murmured as Y/N started to run her hands up his arms with gentle pressure. “I love cuddling you. But this just … I needed this.”

Y/N giggled quietly against the man's curls. “I know.”

“I really missed you,” Chan continued, his eyes drooping as he gazed at the TV. “I'm sorry I've been so busy.”

“Don't apologise,” Y/N hummed as she pressed her fingers to the curve of his shoulders. His muscles were incredibly tense, and the man grunted as she used her thumbs to begin smoothing the rigid knots out of him. “I missed you too. But it can't be helped, you know?”

Chan hummed in agreement. He shifted a little in the woman's grip, pain throbbing under the surface of his skin.

“Can I take this off?” Y/N whispered. She brushed her fingers over his hoodie.

“Yeah,” Chan nodded. He sat up again, and Y/N slid the hoodie up and over his body in a cloud of cologne, leaving his top half bare. She set it to the side before pulling him back into her again, her head dipping as she kissed the lines of his shoulders.

As Chan melted into the curve of her body again, he rested his hands on Y/N's thighs that stretched out on either side of him. Her fingers were careful yet firm as she began massaging his body again; she took her time, each one of her strokes against his tender muscles full of love and care, and she smiled when she felt the man slowly relax over time. It was like she could feel the stress and tension melting off of him, just as she could feel his shoulders and upper back become softer, more supple, the tautness considerably lessened.

“I love you so much … “

Y/N wasn't sure if Chan had intended on saying the words out loud. They were almost slurred, soft, and incredibly quiet; peering down at him, Y/N saw that Chan's eyes were completely shut, and she wondered if perhaps he was talking in his sleep.

“I'm awake,” Chan breathed a moment later, reading her mind. “I just … wanted to tell you.”

Grinning to herself at how adorable the man in her arms looked, Y/N pressed a long kiss to the top of his head. Pulling the duvet up and around his shoulders, Y/N let her fingers trail down his torso before she securely hugged him around his waist, her cheek pressed to the nape of his neck.

“I love you too.”

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I read lookism because of the lore

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tengen begs you to sit on his face, and gets genuinely annoyed when you don’t put your full weight on him

Hey! If you have time: number 6 from the hurt/angst confession list with Bang Chan please ❤️

For this, I have made the time :) Please enjoy and let me know what you think!

Bang Chan x GN Reader

Prompt: "... This is why I knew I shouldn't have gotten close with you."

Word count: 1.3K

Chris started as a friend of a friend. Your best friend knew him in grade school, so when you met her in your first year of college, of course she introduced him to you. At first, nothing really happened. Anytime you two were together, she was also there. But you would never hang out with just him. That was not the nature of your relationship.

At first.

But then, you started needing what your mother could only call "a big strong boy" and he was the only guy you knew enough to ask for help. Plus you knew he was nothing short of a gentleman and would be more than willing to help, no matter what you meant to him.

It started when you needed help moving apartments. Your best friend asked Chris for help. And he was there on the day of move out, with a surprisingly large vehicle that you knew wasn't his and a hand truck to move large loads. He didn't complain at all when you asked him to move the car a minimum of four times. He didn't complain when you asked him to lift the boxes that you accidentally packed too heavy. He didn't complain when you insisted on double and triple-checking everything yourself. He didn't complain when you would reopen boxes, anxious that you didn't pack something. He didn't complain when your best friend had to leave and just the two of you were left. He quietly fulfilled your every command. You offered to buy him a meal as compensation, but he vehemently refused.

Then your car got a flat tire, and he was the only one in the area that could help. He answered your call with a "hey" and said nothing else except an "okay" when you asked him to come help you. He showed up a short time later, with a bottle of water and a granola bar for you before making light work of changing the tire. You offered to buy him a coffee as a thanks, and again, he refused.

Then your shower stopped working. The maintenance man at your apartment made you feel very uncomfortable so you called Chris. He came over to your place and sat with you while the maintenance man fixed your shower. He didn't say much, just sat with you on the couch and watched the movie you had playing. When the maintenance man left, he turned to you and said "I could have fixed your shower for you, you know."

You shrugged. "It's fine. I ask too much of you anyway. This was more fun."

"It was." And with that, he turned his eyes back to the television, grabbing a blanket to get more comfortable.

You watched three more movies together after that.

You began to feel more comfortable around him. You still kept asking him for help, maintaining a boundary, but your requests got easier. You would text and ask for small things like rides or missing recipe ingredients or even just company while you worked. With each request, you prepared yourself for a "no", but you never got one.

As your relationship grew, so did your feelings for him. Obviously, he was a very attractive man, but you found that his personality was even more so. He was kind and smart. He was considerate and funny. He was everything you could want. But you knew he didn't see you the same way. His short responses in every conversation you've ever had were evidence of that.

So when a guy you worked with asked you on a date, you said yes. Your best friend was over the moon when you told her. She began planning your outfit immediately, going so far as to buy you a new necklace that she claimed ties the whole outfit together. You got all dressed up and you were feeling yourself. You hadn't had this kind of confidence in what felt like years.

So imagine your heartbreak when your date never showed.

You'd never been stood up before. You had no idea what to do. You thought about calling your best friend, but you knew she would be livid and want to try and track him down. Which sounded like a problem for after you cried, showered, and slept at least 10 hours.

So you called Chris.

You cried and cried on the phone. He didn't say a single word until a few minutes later when he said "I'm outside" and then hung up. Sure enough, there he was. Sitting in his car. You slid into the passenger seat and he didn't say a word. He just handed you a hoodie and a bottle of water. Then he started the car and drove away.

After downing half the bottle of water, you start talking again. You're no longer crying. But your voice is shaking.

"Is there something wrong with me? Was this all just a joke to him? Did he do this to humiliate me? Because if so it worked. I was feeling so confident and now-" You paused. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't dump this on you. I'll be quiet now. I know that I annoy you. I'm just a friend of a friend you cannot seem to shake."

You didn't look at him.

If you did though, you might have seen how his grip on the wheel tightened. You might have been prepared for when he pulled the car over.

He put the car in park, took off his seatbelt, and turned to face you.

"Y/N"

You've never heard him sound like that. When you turned to look at him, he was fuming. You have never seen him that mad.

"You're right. You are just a friend of a friend. And you're right. I couldn't seem to shake you. No matter how hard I tried. No matter how much I denied your invites to coffee or food. And now here I fucking am."

If looks could kill, you'd be dead ten times over.

You cowered in your seat, tears filling your eyes.

"...this is why I knew I shouldn't have gotten close to you."

"What's that supposed to mean?" You squeaked out, not daring to look at him.

He let out a big sigh. "You were just a friend of a friend. Until you weren't. Until you were more. Then you were just a friend. Until you weren't. Until you were more." Your eyes shot up. "And now here I am, picking you up from a date where a sad excuse for a man who had the absolute gall to stand you up. Who caused you to ruin the makeup that I know you spent at least an hour perfecting. Who made you believe, even for a second, that you are less than perfect. Who missed out on a chance with you."

"Chris-"

"If I never got close to you, I never would have to see you witness this heartbreak. I wouldn't feel this anger for a man I've never met. I wouldn't have to navigate these feelings that I have for you."

"Chris-"

"Y/N you don't deserve this. You deserve the absolute best the world has. And I'm not saying that's me. But if you give me a chance, I will spend every day trying to bring myself closer to that bar. I can't do this anymore. I can't keep trying to push these feelings down. I can't keep acting like I'm not totally enamored with you."

You reached over and put your hand over his clenched fist. You flipped his hand over and spread his fingers out to relax his hand. Then you slipped your own in it.

"Chris. I like you too." You stared at your connected hands.

When you looked back into his eyes you only had a second to react before he launched over the center console and connected his lips with yours.

Starting to realize that Bang Chan needs to form his own military because some of yall attack him like he’s a raging tyrant even though he’s far from it….like it BAFFLES me how much undeserving h*te he gets for no reason…it makes me want to ride or die for him even more because I’ll be dammed if anyone hurts him again 🖤