Bang Chan X Male Reader - Tumblr Posts - Page 2

hii I’m taking a angst/fluff request and this is not a non idol au which is bangchan x m! reader so this req is kinda based on a movie eternal sunshine of the spotless mind and ariana grande’s mv which is “we can’t be friends” soo chan and m!reader is dating for 12 years since high school and a few years later chan and m! reader, chan is leaving and m! reader is like disappointed but chan is meeting with his friends and they have a party and chan is drunk and there’s a girl she seductive him and its works so they book a hotel so basically chan cheats with m! reader and the girl is pregnant and chan is the baby daddy so the girl tells chan that she is pregnant and they have to talk about it and m! reader doesn’t know it. so the next day chan goes home and they have a date and have sex (top chan and bottom m! reader and its implied smut) so here its is chan phones rings and its the girl so m!reader answers it and he does know it because he’s soo mad.. and a few hours later he tells chan he found out so they fight and chan broke it off… a few months later m! reader undergoes to erase his memories of his former boyfriend chan from his mind and his memories and he broke down while in the procedure but he want to stop it but the procedure is successful and chan he undergoes the same procedure too. (this part is like a flashback of the cute and sad moments and its m! reader’s pov) a few years later and chan and m! reader bangs into each other and they other… soo yeah thats it you can change anything if you like too, thank you!

This finally got me to watch her music video and omg it's basically like Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind which is also an amazing movie. The way I did the details is basically like the music video but different memories 😅

Tags: Well, I don't know how to put it into words but Based on the request: Memory removal, cheating, angst, fluff, cussing, implied sex...uh, yeah lol

'You've given extensive thought about your decision and give us the exclusive permission to remove this person completely from your memories.'

You've been staring at the option for a quite some time, so long that the nurse even came to check on you and you've had to tell her twice that you're still thinking it over.

But what is there to think over? He hurt you and all you want to do is forget.

You finally bring the pen to the paper, hovering hesitantly before you check 'yes' and sign your name.

"Mn?" "Yes?" "He's ready for you." You give a small smile, handing her the clipboard then picking up the box and following behind her.

You give the box to another nurse as the one that came to get you set you up. You were a little nervous but it all hurt too much, you wanted to forget and this seemed like a better, healthier option than drinking 24/7.

Placing a pulse oximeter on your finger, she waits for your vitals to show up on the screen and the doctor is setting up the computer. The other nurse takes out the first item, a ticket, and places it on the tray under a camera.

The first nurse steps behind you, making sure the device is secure before checking with the doctor that everything is ready. When it starts, the device changes colors and it's like you're brought back to the moment of the item.

You were outside your school, the both of you chatting and smiling at each other. "Oh! Guess what?" He asks. "Come on, Channie, you know I hate guessing things, I'm impatient." "Okay fine." He pulls two tickets out of his back pocket. "I got us tickets to the dance tonight." "Wha- Y-You said dances were stupid!" "They are but I saw how much you wanted to go and I know about the multiple times your mom has asked if you were going to the dance or not." "You'd go...for me?" "Yeah...I like you, Mn. You're...You're pretty cute." Your smile was so wide that it was like your face was split in two as you wrapped your arms around his waist and he wrapped his around your neck. "Thank you, Channie." "You're welcome, Mn."

Chan fades out first as you're still there before the whole memory fades out. Then another one starts.

"You want me to move in?" His smile is so bright and beautiful, so kind as he nods. "Yeah. We've been together for years now and I'd like you to always be with me." Tears well up in your eyes, both in the memory and in real life, as you nod. "I-I'd love to live with you." You laugh softly, kissing him gently as you took the key out of his palm then climbed into his lap.

Another fade, with you left behind before it blacks out. The nurse takes out a photo of you both.

"Happy Birthday, Mnie." You laugh, your place across from him on the floor, legs crossed. "Thank you." "You look so adorable." You look over to him shocked then laughing softly, playing with the sleeves of your his over sized hoodie. "How is it you know how to make me flustered after so long of being together?" "I have my ways. Anyway, make a wish." "Okay." You sit closer to the cake, closing your eyes to think before you blow out the candles. "What you wish for?" He asks, leaning over the cake. "It won't come true if I say it." You reply, leaning in as well and you go to kiss him but suddenly there's air and you're the only one sitting with a cake in front of you.

You jolt, vision focusing back into the room and the doctor and the nurse are by your side, your hand pulling up to the chain around your neck holding a silver band. "Wait, Can- Can I keep this one, please?" "Of course, sir, it's okay." "A-Actually, C-Can I stop, I-I don't-" "I'm afraid that's not possible sir, we've already taken a majority of your memories." You gasp softly, head falling back against the chair. "I'm really sorry, sir." "I-It's okay...continue." You close your eyes as the doctor relinks the connection.

"Do you know when you'll be back?" "Nope. I really wish I did but don't worry, okay?" You bit your lip nervously, watching as he brings a hand up to the side of your face and he pulls your lip out from your teeth and kisses them gently. "Don't wait up, okay? I promise I won't be out for too long into the night." "Okay."

You watch him walk out, knowing that you can trust him but what you don't know is the classic mean girl bitch was also at the club your boyfriend's friend wanted to celebrate his promotion. Didn't know that she was purposely getting him to the brink of blacking out, pulled him onto the dance floor, took him to the hotel down the road, that she got him in bed. and that she told him days later that she was pregnant.

You also didn't know that Chan didn't go to the restroom when you were on your small dinner date, taking a call from the girl he slept with.

That night, you went home, bustling through the door as you laughed against Chan's lips, the both of you tumbling to the bedroom, tangled in the sheets a moment later as Chan was on top of you, your hands tangled in his hair and his touch burning on your body.

After, your both panting, bodies close to one another and you could feel his heart beat, wrapped up in the surprisingly cold sheets, the contrast a shocking difference from your bodies but it felt nice. Chan eventually leaves your arms and gentle kisses to get something to clean the mess, leaving you in the bed. Your head turns when you hear a phone, slipping out of the sheets and putting on your boxers before digging into your pants only to find out your phone was dead before picking up Chan's.

Your heart drops and you suddenly have the urge to throw up, your stomach churning as you turn toward Chan exiting the bathroom. "Why the fuck...is Bitch Brittney texting you about wanting you to be the father?" "Mn-" "No, answer the question!" "Listen, Mn..." "How could you!" "It's not what it looks like, baby-" "Don't you dare. How could you throw away twelves years?!" "I was drunk, Mn." "How long have you known?" "What?" "How long have you known she was pregnant? How long have you known?" "A...A week..." "You fucking bastard!" You gather your clothes and phone, throwing Chan's onto the bed as you leave. "W-Wait, Mn." "I don't want to hear it!"

"No, No, Mn, just wait-" "Don't go trying to get me to stay. If you loved me, you wouldn't have fallen for that skanks tricks." "I was drunk!" "That's your excuse?! You try to save 12 years over pure love with the excuse that you were drunk?! You could've stopped yourself, I know your tolerance!" "Mn, please." "No, if you wanted to keep me, you would've thought twice before listening to Brittney."

After getting your clothes on, you throw his house key at him, he catches it, looking at it in his palm before looking back to you. You ignore the guilt in his eyes, how can he be hurt when he did this to himself?

"Don't call. Got that?" and with that you leave and the memory fades.

That was a month ago, you still remembered it vividly before it slowly just vanishes and you can't remember what you were thinking about or what was happening.

You lay on your couch on Chan's lap, just staring up at him before he takes a chain out of his pocket and holds it above you, a silver band hanging off it and you gasp, sitting up and kissing his cheek while taking the chain before everything blurs and you sit back, placing a kiss on a little dogs head instead as you're taking its leash off.

The dog cuddles up to you, and you pet his head. The apartment around you changing, your foyer becoming a wall with a door, your walls changing from light green to a soft cream color, paintings and shelves change as you just watch your tv and play with your dog. The tv playing your memories of Chan and you together before it shuts off.

You open your eyes, the nurse and doctor smiling at you softly as the nurse helps you out of the chair. When you're full out of the chair, you turn to the doctor, shaking his hand before turning around and deciding to give the nurse a hug.

The other nurse is already gone, putting your box in a unit and shutting the door before turning it on, the box and items inside immediately lighting ablaze.

A couple days later, you're rushing to meet your coworker at a small cafe but you bump into someone, dropping your phone and wallet and you go to pick it up when another hand already has it and is holding it out to you, a small smile on his face as his eyes scan your features and you're doing the same.

"Sorry, I should've watched where I was going..." You say slowly, still gazing at the male you crashed into. "It's no problem." His smile was so cute, he was cute.

"Um, My names Mn."

His smile widens as you take your things before taking his hand and shaking it.

"Chan. It's nice to meet you."

Fun fact: Brittney definitely wasn't happy that Chan decided to do the procedure. Chan may have asked if it was possible to erase two people. Mn's dog is still alive, it's just at his apartment. I kept looking back at the music video way too often.

This was fun to write. I hope it's okay.

If anyone wants to be tagged when I post, LMK and I can do that! 😁

I need bangchan angst 🙏

😱 *Le Gasp* I just so happen to have some Channie Angst ☺️ Three posts in one night? Have I slept yet? 😶 No comment...also the descriptions Chan lists for reader are literally my own preferences and what I like 😂

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Tags: Angst-ity Angst Angst, Reader goes off on Chan, cliff hanger (I will make a part two of how Chan makes up to reader if you want.), implied that sex has happened, lmk if I forgot something.

Despite the exertion that has transpired, you felt cold. The air on your back as you move off your best friend almost felt like daggers are you pull the sheet over your lap, arms draped over your knees, catching your breath, before sighing and laying down, facing away from him.

Your chest tightened when you felt and heard him roll over, throw an arm over your waist and kiss your shoulder, whispering a small 'Thank you.'

You really shouldn't have but you couldn't help but agree, you'd let the world burn if it meant to make your best friend happy. You've been friends since diapers, through everything and anything. You were both into music but different paths, one producing their own songs in a group and the other producing other artists songs.

Your skin burned when he kisses your shoulder again and his hand rests on your stomach. "You okay, Mn?" The bed you're in suddenly feels uninviting when it was once your comfort zone when you needed your friend. Once a space where you and him spent countless nights talking about your day and cuddling whe the sheets absorb your mixed laughter of joy and contentment.

You couldn't take it anymore as you push him away and sit up, grabbing your sweats and putting them back on. You came for cheesy movies and snacks but you're leaving with a heart ache. "Mn, what's wrong?" You grab your hoodie and slip it over your head before standing up and leaving the room.

You're halfway to the front door when the other has caught up to you and grabbed your wrist. "Hey, Mn, you're worrying me. You can tell me what's wrong." He begs and you turn back to him. He gasps, going to reach forward to wipe your tears away but you pull back from him. "It hurts, Chris...." No nickname, no pet name, just his real name and it stung.

"Fuck this, Chris, okay? I just can't take it anymore." "Mn, your worrying me, what's wrong?" "It all hurts, Chris. When you told me you liked Felix, when you told me you were taking him on a date, when you told me you made it official, when you asked me if I wanted to go on a double date with your group member Hyunjin. All of it hurt."

"Mn, what is this-" "I fucking love you, Chan! Why could you never see it? Why could you never see my advances? I've been loving you since middle school, mate, but you are so fucking blind! I've loved you so fucking much that if I had Hanahaki I'd be dead with all the petals that were in my lungs because no matter how much love I gave, you only saw me as a friend. That double date was killing me because I couldn't stand watching the boy I love stare at someone with so much affection. For fucks sake, even Hyunjin saw that I loved you."

You stop and catch your breath but only for a moment. "New years also killed me...cause I slept on the couch and through my drunk haze I heard both of you and it hurt because honestly I was jealous that it wasn't me making you feel that way." Your voice goes weak as your tears fall freely.

"And then you have the audacity six months later to come to me crying after Felix breaks up with you. The audacity because after I comforted you and calmed you down you decided to ask me to fuck you so you could forget? You have no idea how much it hurt when all that was because I was just your rebound, a distraction. No love, no affection, no feelings. I was just your quick fuck and done and it was like a knife when I realized instead of becoming your boyfriend I became your fuck toy." "You're not my-" "I'm not done."

Chris shuts his mouth when you snap at him, the look in your eyes so sharp and hurt that his words died on his tongue. "All I felt coming from you was the need for a distraction. You know how I felt?" He tilts his head gently and the light from the patio catches his glossy eyes, unshed tears brimming on his lash line. "No." He said quietly. "I was suffering. Suffering because I knew that I was nothing to you but a friend and a quick fuck. Suffering because I knew you weren't enjoying it with me, you were picturing someone else. Suffering because I knew I would never be able to tell you how I feel because you only cared about Felix. I was genuine when I fucked you because actually getting to be inside you was better than I imagined."

You breath heavily as you try to gain your breath. "And you know what? You may be called the best leader by your fans but you're not a very good best friend."

That sentence broke him as you walk to the front door and slip on your shoes, tears falling as he gasps and releases a sob. "N-No, Hyung-" "It's Ln-nim to you. I'm done being your distraction, I'm done feeling like nothing. You have hurt me long enough and you've put me through enough pain....I'm going to the other dorm to bunk with Minho but I'll be gone in the morning."

You open the front door but a hand is on your wrist which you pull away from. "Do not try to fix this." "Hyung, please just listen." "Good luck." You say, letting Chris know he'll have a hard time trying to clear all this up.

"I-I messed up. I-I'm sorry for leading you on, Hyung, I am but Felix didn't breakup with me, I broke up with him." "You told me he did, so you're lying to me as well?" You go to walk out but he stops you again and pull you back inside, pushing you into the door before leaning forward and pressing his lips to yours. You shove him away and curse at him. "The fuck, Chris?!" "I'm sorry, I just- I broke up with him because I realized I love you." "You're just saying that." "No, I do. Even Felix could see it before I could. He was okay with me breaking up with him."

He steps back to give you space as he takes a deep breath. "I realized I loved you when I noticed I would notice small things about you that I never payed attention to as much when I was with Felix. You prefer orange juice without pulp, you can't have any drink unless it's cold or with ice, you can't eat at home without your favorite show playing in the background, you sleep with five blankets, you hate onions, you edit alone because you can't stand headphones, you prefer small silverware over big, you always get undercuts when your hair gets too long in the back. No one would ever pay attention to the small stuff but i do."

"That doesn't sway me, Chris...You hurt me." "I know and I'm sorry. Please, Please let me fix this. I don't want to loose my best friend."

You think it over. Should he get a second chance? He really shouldn't but you can see he really doesn't want to loose you. Taking a deep breath, you sigh. "One...Chance...I'm still staying with Minho and I do have to leave in the morning to meet with the current idol I'm working with but you get one chance." "Thank you, Hyung. Thank you." He steps forward, wrapping his arms around your middle and hugging you tightly before stepping back. "Is Saturday okay?" "I don't have anything Saturday." "Great. See you then. Thank you, Hyung."

He finally lets you walk out and you make your way to the other Stray Kids dorm. Your subconscious is telling you to not forgive him but your inner child is telling you that when Chris wants to make up for his mistakes he doesn't hold back and does everything he can to fix it, like when you were younger and he went through everything possible to help replace your favorite stuffed animal he borrowed but left it where Berry could reach. He saved enough money and took you to the local toy store where he used his own earnings to buy you a new one.

Entering the other dorm with the other key you have, you quietly make your way to Minho's room and slip into his bed. He doesn't budge, barely wakes up, all he does is scoot over and throw an arm over your stomach before muttering a small "Don't snore." like he always does and you chuckle softly cause he knows you don't snore.

Closing your eyes, you rest a hand on Minho's arm and scoot closer to him. Soon falling asleep quickly from how exhausted you were.

𝒮𝐿𝐸𝐸𝒫𝐼𝒩𝒢 𝒜𝑅𝒪𝒰𝒩𝒟

𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴.

𝘒𝘦𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘰:

𝘝𝘪𝘳𝘨! 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘝𝘪𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘦𝘵.

𝘉𝘵𝘵𝘮𝘷𝘪𝘳𝘨! 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘷𝘪𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘥.

𝘐𝘧 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘷𝘪𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 :]

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How it all started: ?????

Who's next?: Virg! ?????

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Bunny Bites: ?????

Back again: Jisung

Unexpected: BttmVirg!Chan

Morning Workout: BttmVirg!Changbin

Backstage: ?????

Precious: Virg! ?????

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Babes, Okay, Cheat fic idea and guess what....I use my ex's actual name cause he was honestly a jerk on the brink of being a dick.

The plot twist is that this cheat fic is more like a revenge fic in a way cause- Well, just read it, it's better than explaining it 😅 the member I used is also a mystery and I gave Mn arm tats cause it's a weakness of mine.

Specifically for @succubus-hansol because filth. This smut is filthy and messy.

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You were none the wiser about what your boyfriend was doing. You loved Shawn and he loved you, you trusted him and never saw him badly, he was the sweetest.

You didn't suspect the new cologne on him, the new hoodie, bruises, new necklaces, hiding his phone, elated attitude when he visited you, giving you vague answers when you ask where he's going....

Wait...

You didn't give him those things and his recent hiding from you is suspicious. How have you not looked into it sooner? Especially when he use to shrug when you took his phone, now he makes up excuses as to getting it out of your hand.

"Hey, where you going?" "Um...my mom needs my to help in her garden. I'll be back later." Okay, that's suspicious. "Isn't your car with your brother?" "Oh, I'm taking an uber." "Oh, okay. Love you!" You yell but he's already out the door. That's what tipped you off, first he was wearing an unbuttoned dress shirt and loose fitting slacks and boots. Second, he hates getting dirty, he doesn't do anything that gets him or his hands dirty.

When he came home hours later, he was tipsy, swaying everywhere and tripping over his feet before collapsing onto the couch and you watched from the dining table.

His phone ends up on the floor and you take the chance to check it. You two shouldn't hide things from each other but he does and you can't help but to listen to the devil on your shoulder, while your angel is trying to get you to trust Shawn but all you do is block it out.

You pick up his phone and unlock it, surprisingly it's the same passcode as always and yet he keeps it from you. Opening his app history, you see his messages and see that he's texting someone with the cliche contact name of "Doordash". Did he really think that you'd think the app itself was texting him?

Doordash: You just left and I already miss you 🥺

Doordash: When can we meet up again?

Doordash: I'm free tomorrow, wanna meet up at the convenience store next to my place?

Is he...seeing someone behind your back? Clearly this person doesn't know about you like you didn't know about him.

Scrolling through other messages, your chest tightens when you check a chat and realize that's it's yours and he fucking named you "Grubhub".

There's other contacts and fake names that haven't had any interactions in years, you and "Doordash" are the only ones minus his family members.

You pull out your phone and open your uber that you shared with him. Last ride on your account was surprisingly thirty minutes away. Closing out of the app and opening your contacts, you make a new one and save the "Doordash" number before going back to the other persons number.

After forever of texting Shawn, you know how to play the part.

You: Of course ❤️ I'm free as well, what time?

Doordash: Five okay with you? Wanna take you out before taking you to my bed. 😏

Damn, whoever this was is one smooth motherfucker.

You: Oh I can't wait 😩 See you then 😘

You delete the messages on your end then put the phone back with Shawn and leave yourself a reminder of what you just committed to.

What's shocking is you don't really feel hurt that he's been lying to you. Maybe a little but honestly you think you'll survive without Shawn.

When your reminder went off, Shawn was passed out in bed still. He woke up on the couch, hungover and in pain, so he was sleeping the previous night off.

"Mn, where you going?" He mumbled when he heard you digging through your closet. "Boss called me in for a little bit for a staff meeting and I need to pick up my paycheck. Won't be gone long." "Mmm okay." He hums as he stretches before settling and promptly passing out.

Leaving the bedroom with jeans and a grey t-shirt hoodie with the sleeves rolled up, showing the black ink chinese dragon wrapped around your right forearm and ivy vines wrapped around your left.

You grab a white cap and your keys, slipping on your shoes then heading out the door. The drive is short and you have to park across the street but looking around, you don't see anyone possibly looking for someone else until ten minutes after the set time.

A guy wearing all black walked to the door of the convenience store and leaned against the wall next to it, checking his phone and then turning his head back and forth, this has to be him.

Turning off your car, you get out quickly then cross the street, leaning on the other side of the door. You wait a couple minutes, glancing at him a couple times before the bell of the store rings. "Excuse me, you both are loitering. Either come in and get something or leave." The store owner scolds and you went to speak but the other spoke first. "Sorry, Ma'am, I'm just waiting for my boyfriend-" You quickly jump in, knowing she won't take that as an excuse. "No problem, Ma'am, we'll get out of your hair."

You give the other a tight lipped smile and walk over to him. "Sorry, come on." He surprisingly follows you to the side of the shop and you both find a bench. "Um, so why'd you do that? I was actually waiting for someone." "Sorry, again. Who were you waiting for?" "My boyfriend. His name is Shawn. I really should at least go back, at least nearby so he can find me."

He goes to stand but you stop him. "So you're Doordash?" "I- Excuse me?" Sighing, you rub your eyes and lean back. "Uh, okay...Shawn wasn't the one that messaged you to meet him here. It was me. He's also my boyfriend..." "What? No, Shawn wouldn't do that to me." "I thought the same thing. He told me last night he was going to help his mom in the garden." He sat up and looked at you almost in realization. "When he left my place he said he needed to get home to take care of his mom cause she was sick." "He came home tipsy last night." "We...We drank last night, how the fuck didn't I make that connection?" He berates himself and slouches back against the bench.

You both stare at the road ahead of you before you speak up. "Well...I'm Mn. What's your actually name Mister Doordash?" "Doordash?" You snicker at his confused face, thinking about it he is really cute. "Shawn named you Doordash in his phone. I was Grubhub." "That's so dumb." "That's what I said!" You laughed and a small smile graces his face. "I'm Chris or Chan. Guess it's...nice to meet you? I don't know." "I don't know either."

You both stare at the road again but you turn to look at Chan. He really did look cute, you guess Shawn can choose good men. He has a good looking face, fluffy hair peaking out of the beanie he wore, and you couldn't help but take in every detail, including how soft his lips looked, then you realized they were moving.

"Your ink looks cool." "Huh?" You blink, spaced out for a moment. "Your tats, they look really cool." "Oh, thanks." "So...Since we're both currently ghosting Shawn, wanna go get something to eat? It's better than sitting here and honestly I don't want to go home yet." You notice he's looking down at his fidgeting hands and glancing at your arms.

"Yeah, beats failing to try and get back at him and not coming up with anything." Honestly, since looking through his phone, the devil on your shoulder has taken the reins and you honestly wouldn't mind getting back at Shawn by using Chan.

"Can I be straight with you?" "Um, I think that'd still make you gay." You shake your head with a smirk as you laugh, throwing your head back. "Oh, you got jokes, huh?" He lets out a laugh and it's clear that the awkwardness is gone.

"I meant, smartass, can I be honest with you?" He giggles and nods. "Yeah." "We go get food, I pay, and then we get back at Shawn." "We?" You hum and stand up. "Food first, honestly I'm really hungry. I'll tell you then, yeah?" He sits up, looking up at you and then sighing and standing. "Yeah, okay. You will pay, right? Shawn makes me pay." "I always pay." "Okay then."

He actually takes you to Changbin's restaurant, his best friend. A homey bistro Chan helped him make a reality. "Who's this?" Changbin asked when Chan brought you to the bar in front of the open kitchen. "Funny story, actually. Mn, this is Changbin. Changbin, this is Mn, Shawn's boyfriend." Changbin choked on the water he was sipping and almost dropped his cup.

"You're joking." Chan sighs and sits down, you sitting next to him. "Nope. Apparently we were secrets, even in his phone." "Ooh, what were your names?" Changbin has heard of fast food contact names but has never heard it in person so he was eager to hear as he leaned on the bar in front of him. "Doordash." Chan answered and you followed with, "Grubhub."

Changbin grimaces and whistles lowly. "That's sucks. Anyways, whatcha want to eat?" Chan orders his and you get the same thing, not really sure what to get since his friend's menu looked really good.

When he delivered your food, Chan immediately started eating but you messed with your fries. "Hey, daydreamer, you okay?" Changbin teases when he returned from another customer. "Oh, yeah." "Thought you were super stunned by your food but you haven't even eaten anything." "Sorry, just never been cheated on and I feel like I should be upset. I mean I am but I also don't care." "People react differently. Honestly, if I was you I'd get revenge sex." Chan choked on his soda, couching and gasping and you reach over and pat his back.

"Ch-Changbin!" "What? That's just me." He holds his hands up in surrender. "I like you...funnily enough, I've actually been thinking the same thing." "Seriously?" Chan cleans up the soda he spilled and Changbin lowers his hands. "Yeah."

Chan didn't know how to answer, he just looked away and this time it was him staring at his fries. "Well, sleeping with other people wouldn't really be revenge but I guess-" "Dude, of course it's not revenge. I meant you and Mn. I-I mean if you want, y'know." Then he glances at you. "He's not bad looking, if you don't take him I will." You chuckle shyly while finally eating your fries. "Plus, you do have a thing for tat-" "Changbin! Please...I love you, mate, but shut up." "Dude, don't yell at me, you literally look like you brought him on a date."

He suddenly looks around, an older couple in a booth, a younger couple a couple seats down from you at the bar, and a teen on a laptop with headphones on at a table near the window. Looking at you, he smiles sheepishly. "Sorry." "It's okay. Also wouldn't mind getting revenge with you." "Really?" "Yeah." You smile, looking down at the counter, glancing at Chan's friend then back to Chan. "Shawn is good a picking the cute ones."

He sighs, a shy grin on his face as he rests his elbows on the counter and covers his face. "He flusters easily, doesn't he?" "He's usually confident and flirty, this is a first." "Oh really?" Changbin snickers when you lean over to Chan and he doesn't notice. "Chan?" He uncovers his face to look at Changbin but jumps when he sees your smirking face, dropping his hands onto the counter with a small slap as he leans away, hiding his smile in his shoulder as he completely blocks the two of you out.

"You both are jerks." You lean back to your seat with a soft chuckle and watch Chan straighten back up. "Are you serious though?" "I'm not usually one to sleep with people I just met but yeah, I am." Suddenly Changbin is harshly setting down his towel on the counter and leaving from behind the bar and coming over to Chan, pushing him out of his chair then pushing you out of yours.

"For two people who just met, there's a lot of tension so go take care of it, lunch is on me, go, go, go." "Wait, I said I'd pay though." "Don't fight with Changbin, if he says it's on him, it's on him, I've tried." Chan answers you as his friend shoves you out.

"Go, forget Shawn, have fun, I don't know." He pushes you out the door and then shrugs at the end of his sentence. "I swear, why am I friends with him?" "I heard that!" He yelled from the other side of the door.

Standing there awkwardly, you put your hands in your pockets and look down at the sidewalk. "Um, we don't have to at this moment...we could just watch a movie if that's okay." Maybe a movie could relax your nerves a little. "Yeah, that's okay." He smiles and steps away with you following, taking you to his place which is surprisingly a block away.

His apartment was cozy, not too many decorations but enough to show his personality and what he likes. "It not much but it's mine." is what he said when the both of you entered. "It's nice." You replied.

Now you sat on his couch, he sat cross legged on one side and you were stretched out on the other, arms crossed lazily on your stomach. It was a bit awkward, just sitting there in silence but it was okay.

Chan suddenly moved to sit closer to you and you glance at him from your peripheral. "How long had you been with Shawn?" "Mmm a year?" "Damn..." "What?" "He was with you before me. Six months." You shake your head, honestly astonished with this information.

Bringing up his knees, you saw his hand reach out to your leg before it stopped and his arm wrapped around his legs. Bringing a knee up, your thigh moved closer to him and you readjust, an arm going over the back of the couch, and he moved slowly to mess with the threads of your ripped jeans, turning his head only slightly but mostly hiding his face in his knees.

He slowly moves from the threads to the edge of the rip and then his fingers slip into the rips, fingers soft on the small exposure of your thigh.

Hesitantly, you take his hand into yours, just holding it but he tightens the hold slightly and pulls it towards him while crossing his legs and holding it in his lap, not even realizing he's practically encased himself with your arms in front of him and behind him.

His fingers are light while tracing over the head of your tattooed dragon, tracing its body and turning your arm to trace the lightning around its body. You stare at the side of his head, watching his eyes take in the details of the ink.

For a moment, you get lost in his beautiful features. You suddenly act on impulse, his hands moving from your arm when you raise your hand to his chin and turned him towards you. "You trapped yourself." You said softly and his eyes move around rapidly and suddenly realize where he is. "O-Oh, sorry." "You really do like people with ink, don't you?" "Yeah. I-I don't know why...just looks cool."

Tilting your head, you move forward and kiss his cheek, then his jaw, and when he doesn't pull away you move under his jaw, your kisses were soft and were barely there.

He inhaled sharply when you pressed your lips under his jaw, specifically under his ear, and you graze your teeth over the spot to get his reaction, a barely audible whine, before biting and sucking. Biting his lip, he lets out a soft moan and automatically tilts his head to give you more room and you move your hand from holding his chin to under the other side of his jaw and hold him where he was.

Attacking more of his neck, his noises were soft and held back as he kept his mouth shut, his hand moving to your knee, nails digging into your knees and causing a dull pain but your jeans lessen it.

Your hand moves to his thigh as you move back on the couch, getting closer and pulling his thigh towards you which makes the male move, uncrossing his legs and moving just as close.

Without thinking, your left hand still on the back of the couch moves to the back of his head, tangling your fingers into his hair then pull him back. That finally got a noise out of him, his lips parting and letting out a soft moan as he turns his head slightly towards you, lips still parted as his chest heaves out the soft pants he's panting out. His eyes wide and glancing at your lips, shining with spit from your recent attack.

You lean forward slowly, tilting your head and your lips barely touch before one of your phones is ringing. Pulling away, you look towards the sound and find your phone on the coffee table, Shawn's contact on the screen.

Looking back to Chan, he nods his head and you let go of his hair, leaning forward and picking your phone up before answering it bringing it to your ear at the same time Chan sits up, pushing you against the back of the couch and you watch as he throws his leg over your spread legs and sits on your lap.

"Oh-" "Mn? You okay, you've been gone for ages." You put the phone on speaker and hold it away from yourself as Chan places his left hand on your neck and his right on your bicep then leans into your neck, returning the marks that you gave him. "Ah~ Yeah, I'm okay, did you need something?" "No, just miss you. Thought it was just a staff meeting and getting your check?" "I-It was, boss kept me longer. He promoted me." "That's amazing!" That promotion was two weeks ago. "So you'll be home soon?" "Yeah, I should be. M-Mom asked me to stop and pick up dog food for Brexit." "Okay...Well, hurt back, yeah?" "I will." "Okay. See you soon, Mn." "You too, bye Shawn."

You hang up, tossing your phone onto the floor softly before placing your hands on Chan's thighs and turning to the left, laying him down and hovering above him between his legs. "You are braver than you look." "Thank you?" He asks with a laugh which made you smile.

"Now, can I continue what I was doing before I was interrupted?" "Yes. Please." Smiling, you lean down, barely touching his lips before you change your mind and lean up slightly, lifting your hand and thumbing his bottom lip, parting his lips further apart, his eyes locked on yours that are on his lips. "So obedient even though you just met me." His eyes flutter as he whines. You gently push his bottom lip back up so he closes mouth around your thumb and it's like automatic as he start sucking it. "How did Shawn get a hold of you? He hates being dominate."

He moans around your thumb when you push into his tongue then slip your thumb from his lips. "I-I'm m-more of a switch...but I haven't really, um, switched...guess I could only find subs so I never was one." "Well, now you can be."

Finally, you lean down and connect your lips, firm and absolutely certain that this is what you want cause when your lips connected with his full, soft ones and they parted easily for you, you didn't want to stop as you slipped your tongue in and swipe it along his, pulling a proper moan out of him and he sounds so good you can't help but groan in return.

His arms drape around your neck and pull you closer. In return, you act on impulse and lower yourself onto him and he moans again when your pelvis meets his, grinding your clothed growing hard-on into his.

Breaking apart for air, you move to his neck again and his back arches closer to you. "H-Hyung- Fuck, sorry." His hand flys to his mouth as you pick your head up. "So you have a thing for tatted older men?" "Am I wrong? I'm sorry." "I'm two years older than Shawn." "Same age as him..." Smiling, you kiss the corner of his mouth. "Then no, you're not wrong."

You lean back down, pressing your lips firmly to his before a ring tone goes off again. "Are you fucking serious?" You groan as you look up and grab Chan's phone, he takes it and answers but his hips still jolt up to meet yours. "Hey." "Chan! I'm bored~ Can we hang out?" "Um, one sec, can you call me back in a few minutes, I'm busy at the current moment." "Oh, yeah, sure." Chan hangs up, putting his phone on the table and pushing you off him to switch spots with him straddling your lap.

He pushes your shirt out of the way and drags his nails down your toned stomach before he comes to your belt, fingers fiddling with your buckle in fake struggle, fingers nudging into your bulge below the accessory as he pulls it apart, the buckle clinking against itself while he unbuttons your pants then slowly dragging down the zipper.

"Chan...Baby, go faster." You pant out before throwing your head back against the cushion when his hand palms you and opens your pants wider to fully hold you. Hissing at the sensation before huff out a moan and look back down at Chan's movements. "Fuck." "Baby make Hyung feel good?" He asked, his eyes wide and wanting as he bit his lip, humping into his own hand. "Yeah, baby. Shit, making hyung feel so good." His hand squeezes your bulge slightly before he lets go and pulls down your boxers.

Hissing at the cold air, you grip his thighs, attempting to pull him closer. "Hyung so...big...and heavy..." He purposefully lets some of his spit drip onto your tip as he begins to stroke you. "Baby, remember, Shawn's calling you back soon." "I know. You answer when he does and switch it to video call." "You crazy?" "For you? I am now. You think I'd let a guy and dick like you go?"

You chuckle as he scoots back on the couch, pulling your jeans further down to your knees and only pulls your boxers down to mid-thigh. "Gonna suck me off, Baby?"

His answer is taking your tip between his lips, tongue lapping at your pre-cum and swirling around your tip. "Fuck, so good." He takes more of you into his mouth, tongue moving rapidly on the underside of your cock, he moans as he pulls off of you with a 'pop' and exhales heavily as he strokes you, licking the underside of your cock. His actions all messy and sticky with saliva and pre.

His phone goes off again and you look over, grabbing it then looking back down to Chan who nods with a dazed smile and blown pupils. Answering it, you change it to video chat and point it at the ceiling before switching the camera to face the floor. "Chan? Why are you showing your floor, silly?"

He taps your thigh as he takes your cock down his throat and you groan as your head falls back, temporarily distracted as his warm, wet mouth takes you all the way in. "Ooh, you jerking off babe? Why didn't you call me sooner?"

You sigh out a moan, lifting your head then facing the phone towards Chan. "Wha- What the fuck, Chan?! You're cheating on me?!" You groan as he pulls up, his tongue sticking out as he reaches your tip and lets it rest on the pink muscle, his eyes blown wide and crossed slightly as he looks up at you. Your hand brushing through his hair, tangling in the strands and scratching his scalp, his eyes close as he moans. "Wait, Mn?! I recognize that tattoo, what the actual fuck?!"

"You cheated on us first..." Chan closes his mouth and starts bobbing his head, slurping and sucking, completely focused on your cock that he's become drunk on. "So don't go yelling at us." "This isn't fair." "What i-isn't fair is y-you cheating on me s-six months after we got together...a-and ch-cheating on Chan with me after that..." You get out through stuttery breaths as Chan's mouth felt so fucking good.

"W-We also know you were hiding us from each other. Doordash and G-Grubhub, really?" Chan gags on your length and gasps as he pulls back, jerking you off quickly as he rests your tip on his tongue again. "Fuck, Baby, go faster...gonna cum, baby, I'm so close." With your words, a moan, and a quick "Oh fuck!" You cum on his tongue as he keeps stroking you, humming at your release shooting into his mouth and when you finish, panting heavily, he licks your tip with the tip of his tongue before pulling back and shows his tongue mainly to you but Shawn was still yelling at the both of you.

He closes his mouth, swallowing your cum then sticking his tongue out to show you it's gone. You push yourself up, flipping the camera around before kissing Chan messily, tongues tangling together and you taste yourself on his tongue.

"We're done Shawn." You lean away from Chan and look at the phone, the younger male moving to leave marks on your neck as well. "Fuck both of you. This isn't fair." He hangs up and you laugh, tossing the phone away gently.

"Isn't fair, is he for real?" You think aloud before Chan is turning your head and kissing you again, moaning into your mouth as he moves back onto your lap and your hands hold his hips. "Hyung, please fuck me, I need you so bad." "Here or your room?" "Fuck me right here, please." "You can beg better, can't you?" "Hyung, please stuff me full. I-I need your cock, need it so bad, please Hyung, please." His his rut into yours, grinding his clothed erection onto yours, moaning freely.

"Baby so needy for his cunt to be full, huh? Only needy for me, right? You'll be mine from now on, right? Always want my cock stuffing you, keeping you full?" "Fuck, Hyung, please~" His moan morphs into a whine as his hips move faster.

You lay him down, sliding off your pants and boxers before pulling of Chan's sweats, finding him wearing only the sweats as his cock slips from the sweats and lays on his stomach, hard and leaking. "Commando, huh?" "I-I always was when I met up with him...now only for you." "Shit, you're so fucking cute." You toss his sweats next to your jeans before taking off your shirt.

"So hot..." His hands find your body as you hover over him and lick into his mouth. Your hand slips under his hoodie, hands smoothing over his skin and pushing up his hoodie. "W-Wait, I want to k-keep this on." "Okay." Your hand squeezes his peck before you move your fingers to pinch his nipple. "Ah~ Shi- S-Sensitive." He moans, arching his back and throwing his head back.

"I'm not removing it, just lifting it up." You say as you push the hoodie out of the way before leaning down and biting his tit. His hands, now covered by the sleeves of the hoodie, find your hair, gripping it when you move to bite and suck his nipple. His moans were music to your ears as you let go of his nipple and kiss up to his neck, biting and sucking under his ear.

"Hyung, please." He takes your cock into his hand, stroking you lazily. "I need to prep you though." "No, please." "Have you bottomed before?" He nods. "Please, I-I want...I need it, Please. I want the stretch...please, Hyung." He begs and you kiss him, your cock still covered in spit as you prop yourself up next to his hip, his legs folding next to your waist and spreading wider.

"Fuck." He wanted to watch but you are way bigger than he anticipated as you pushed yourself in, moving your hand to the side of his other hip. "Hngh~ Ah fuck~" His voice became higher, whinier as he lets out choked moans. "S'good, S'big. Hyungie s'big, ah~" He whines softly as he brings his hands up, clad with sweater paws as he hides his face.

"Yeah? Baby feel good? I haven't started fucking you and you're cock drunk. Has it been that long since you've been fucked?" "Y-Yes." "Then I will give you all I have." "Please, Hyung." "Don't worry, baby, I will."

You push yourself up, sitting back with your hands on his knees, holding him open. "Fuuuck Channie Baby...." Your left hand slides down his thighs and splayed itself on his toned stomach. "You look so fucking good. Such a good looking body, how did I not find you sooner?" Leaning back more only slightly, you gather quite a bit of saliva and let it fall off your tongue, landing on his hole and your length before you push in more.

Your right hand joins your left before holding his waist tightly and pushing forward at the same time you pull him towards you until you're finally all the way inside him. "Fuck~ S-S'full...S'big, fu-hgnh~" He squirms, body restless as he adjusts and his chest heaving heavily as it felt like the air was punched out of his lungs, his hands wanting to push him up to see but they let him go and his back arches.

You move your hands next to his head, mouth attaching to his and you swallow his moans, licking along his tongue, his teeth, the roof of his mouth. You claimed his mouth feverishly as you pull your hips back, leaning on your arm without pulling away to bring his leg up to his chest and hook it over your shoulder, leaning onto the other arm and bringing his other leg up and pushing it out.

"Hyung! Fuck, Fuck, right th-there!" "Already?" "Y-Yes, Yes, please move. Please fuck me, fuck...fuck me a-as if w-we d-didn't just meet each other, please." "Shit, you're gonna be the death of me now."

You push back in hard and he yelps, back arching the furthest so far as the moan he lets out is practically pornagrahic, you immediately thrust into him quick and hard, hitting his prostate dead on and drawing a moan with every harsh thrust into him.

"Fuck, you're so tight, Baby. So warm, so good. Such a good boy, practically letting a stranger fuck you." As he looks at you, his mouth is wide open, moans falling past his lips, and his eyes are blown wide and glassy with want, need, and lust. "M-Mn, F-Fu-uck, Hyung-" He gasps at the harsh thrust, your tip punching into his prostate. "I-I..." He whines, closing his eyes and looking away, covering his face with his right hand.

"You what, baby?" "I-I...I-I can't s-say it...just met you..." "We're w-well past that, Baby, just say it." "Fuck, I'm sorry...I-I l-love you, Hyung...I'm sorry." Leaning down, you give him a kiss, biting his bottom lip before letting it go and returning to hover over him. "It's okay, Baby. It's okay. I love you, too. Gonna take you out after this, screw Shawn, your mine n-now. G-Gonna treat you s-so well, g-gonna spoil my baby."

"Hyung, Fuck!" He arches into your chest, head thrown back. "Shit, don't stop, don't stop, faster, faster, AH FUCK!" Your hand wraps around his length, helping him closer to his high before he's cumming hard, shooting up to where his hoodie is bunched up on his chest and he squeezes hard around your length.

He whines in overstimulation as you keep thrusting into him. "Just a little longer, s'close, gonna fill you up, fuck it deep into your cunt." He clenches around you, making you moan softly at the feeling. "You like that? Wanna be bred? Want my cum deep inside you, have my babies?" He moans as his dick twitches slightly. "Fuck, gonna cum, fill you full, Shit~" You cum with a moan, groaning a moment later as you thrust into him deeply, barely moving your hips as he moans at the feeling of your warm seed fills him up.

"Don't...Don't pull out..." You chuckle tiredly, collapsing onto him with your face in his neck. "U-Unless you c-can carry me t-to m-my room, we're laying here." You gently let his legs go, moving your own legs in order to sit up and take him with you. He yelps in shock as your dick shifts but still stays inside him.

"Think you can lean back and grab your pants?" "No, I sleep naked." "Okay then." You grab his thighs and stand up, he wraps his arms around your neck, burying his face in the side of your neck and leaving small kisses before he nuzzles his nose into your neck, cuddling into your arms.

"Do you have a plug?" "I'm hugging it." He mutters and you physically have to stop and laugh. "That's not...Really?" He giggles as you enter his room, closing the door behind you then moving to sit on his bed. "No, hold on." He detaches himself from you and leans to his right slightly to the drawer of his nightstand and pulls out a plug.

"Want me to put it in?" "Obviously." You take the object from him and he places his hand on your shoulder as yours move to his ass, squeezing the soft skin and spread him before lifting him up, you slip out of him with a slight squelch noise then replace yourself with the toy. "Fuck..." "You okay?" He whines, shifting on your lap as your hands stay on his ass. "S'empty..." You chuckle, kissing his temple. "I'll get you a bigger toy so you'll always be full."

He pulls back, meeting your eyes. "Really? Y-You don't h-have to, I-I was just saying that stuff to...get off." "Were you really? I was serious, going to take you out tomorrow and spoil the hell out of you. Sounded like you were serious too, remember? Can't let a good guy and dick like me go." "I-I did...Shit..."

"Do you want to be something with me?" "I do. You're so much better than everyone else." "Then from now on you're my baby, my sweet baby boy, okay?" He nods shyly, leaning forward to hide his blushing face in your neck. "I'm your baby boy, Hyung. I..." He hesitates and you kiss his shoulder. "I love you, baby." He whines, tightening his hold around your neck. "Mmm...I love you too, Hyung."

Taking him with you, you lay down under his covers before covering you both up, he snuggles under his blankets and closer to you, wrapping his arms around your middle as he tucks himself under your chin, nose nuzzling at your neck and taking in your scent as your arms wrap around his shoulders and hug him close.

"Good night, Channie Baby."

"Good night, Mn-Hyung."

It's 5:30am....😶

Here's some more Channie fluff ☺️

I immediately passed out after this 😴

The sound of rustling and the movement of your blanket caused you to stir in your sleep.

In a half-awake state, you groggily turned your head to investigate the source of the disturbance. Your room was still cloaked in darkness, with moonlight seeping through the curtains and the tranquil sound of raindrops tapping against the window. The rhythmic patter was usually soothing, but tonight it served as a backdrop to your confusion.

"Who's that?" you mumbled, still disoriented.

It wasn't unusual for one of the boys to climb into your bed. Most times, you would wake up to find them in your arms and not question it, simply accepting it as part of the close bond you shared. However, it was always a surprise when it was Seungmin because it was rare for him to seek out such comfort.

"Just me, sorry to wake you." The voice was familiar but not immediately recognizable in your groggy state. You turned onto your back, instinctively pulling the figure closer to you and onto your chest. He landed with a small "Oomph" and a soft chuckle, wrapping his arms around your middle. His warm hands moved under your bare back, slipping beneath your hoodie, sending a shiver up your spine.

You promptly drifted back to sleep, comforted by the weight and warmth of the person on your chest. The male laughed softly, snuggling into your chest. Your hoodie was soft against his cheek as his thumb rubbed back and forth on your spine, holding you tightly.

Hours later, you woke up to a semi-dark room, the rain still lightly pattering on your window. You groaned, arching your back as you stretched but stopped short when the weight on your chest became noticeable. You looked down as your arms fell to the person's back.

He had moved up overnight. He was still on top of you, but now his head was resting on your shoulder, his soft exhales against your neck. His hoodie covered his face. Gently, you moved a hand up and peeled back the hoodie to reveal your beloved hyung, Chan.

You groaned softly, shifting slightly onto your side and tucking him under your chin as you pulled the comforter further up over both of you. Chan shifted in his sleep, your right arm crossing behind his back and resting on his waist. His left hand subconsciously intertwined with yours, keeping your arm around his back. His right hand rested on your heart, and your left hand rested on his sweats-clad thigh that was thrown across your lap.

It felt almost natural with Chan, cuddling so close and intimately. With the others, you cradled them or spooned them from behind, but with Chan? You could never stop the flutter in your stomach and the tightness in your chest from how you could almost instinctively lock your limbs with Chan's so perfectly.

Whether it was lying on him during a break from practice, lying on his stomach to take a quick power nap before a performance, or him lying on you in the studio when a particular track was stumping him, you both just seemed to fit perfectly. Neither of you knew when it started, just falling into each other's comfort seamlessly.

Looking down at his sleeping face and your intertwined hands, a gentle smile took over your face before it faltered and you looked back up to his face.

When did you start wanting to wake up with him every day? When did you start wanting to hold him forever and not let him go? When did you start wanting to be the only one seeing him in such a peaceful state? When did you start seeing him as more than just a group leader and brother? When did you start...loving him?

When did you start wanting to hear him call you "Jagi"? Wanting to hear him call you"baby"? Wanting to go out, just the two of you, in a more intimate setting? Wanting to hear him call you his?

Your inner conflict took you away from noticing Chan stirring in his sleep, burying his face into your chest for a moment before pulling back and looking around. He glanced at the window, hearing the rain, then back at you.

Suddenly, he let go of your hand, pushing the blankets away and cradling your face, snapping you out of your haze. Your eyes shot up to meet Chan's, who was hovering over you.

"Mn, what's wrong?" His voice was still riddled with sleep, his thumbs at your cheeks, wiping away your tears. "Are you okay?"

You inhaled heavily, almost gasping as you lifted your left hand up, resting it on his cheek before sliding it to the back of his neck and pulling him down towards you. You followed your instincts, softly pressing your lips to his.

He gasped, eyes wide before they slowly fluttered closed. He leaned in, making the kiss firmer as he slowly moved onto your lap and tilted his head slightly.

A soft sob against his lips had him pulling back and opening his eyes. "Hey, Mn, it's okay." "I'm sorry...I-I don't know when or h-how but it just did and I'm sorry." "What's wrong?" He asks again.

"I love you, hyung." Your voice was barely above a whisper. "I love you way more than I love the others, I love you way more than just a leader, I-I love you way more than a brother and I-I'm sorry.."

He moved a hand from the side of your face to cover your mouth. "Mn, it's okay." He smiled down at you with a gentle smile, giggling softly. "It's okay because...well, I love you, too."

Your brows relaxed from your worried expression and Chan slowly removed his hand. "Now, are you done rambling?" "Uh...Y-Yeah." "Good, 'cause I want to kiss you again." He didn't let you answer, leaning back down to connect your lips again.

You attempted to separate for only a moment, but he kept you in place, grabbing your wrists and pinning them next to your head. Laughing against his lips, you bucked your hips up slightly and managed to push against his hand, knocking him to your left and flipping him to lie on his back, switching spots.

"Woah, you're stronger than I remember." "Or you're just weak and want to be under me." He went to protest but settled to just slap your chest. You grabbed his wrist, pinning both next to his head this time with your combined soft laughter.

"Be mine, Hyung?" You hoped he couldn't hear the need to hear him say it, but he did, and he smiled.

"I'm yours, Mnie." You then leaned down and kissed him again, but this time you stayed until there was no more air. You confidently bit his bottom lip, and he hummed softly against your lips before parting them, letting you take control and deepen the kiss.

You didn't know when it started...

You didn't know how it started...

Either way, you were glad it happened...

As you both lose yourselves in each other's presence, the gentle pitter-patter of rain outside has come to a pause, and rays of sunshine now gently illuminate your room. The cozy glow seeps through your curtains, creating a warm and intimate atmosphere that perfectly mirrors the deepening bond between you and your beloved Channie, as your relationship blossoms into something truly special and meaningful.

OH MY GOD WAIT HE LOOKS SO ADORABLE AND I CAME UP WITH THIS!!!

Includes Dad Channie because I'm a sucker for Dad SKZ.

Chan was waiting in the spot he was told to stand for the photographers and he spots a familiar white camera with sticky gems all over it in the mix of photographers, the photographer behind the bedazzled camera has a kid on his shoulders, small hands holding himself up on the persons head, a mask and small green bucket hat covering his face and the other wore a mask with a black baseball cap.

He couldn't stop the smile that took over his face when the kid waves and he can hear a faint "Wolfie!" come from him as he pointed to the idols bag. The male under the boy lowers his camera after capturing the idols smile and pats the kids leg while his eyes looked up in the general direction of the kid. He looked back down and Chan could see a smile take over his face under his mask.

When Chan was brought out of his small world, his chest tightened as he realized he had to wait even longer. He looked from the person trying to guide him to the car to the photographer, who nods, smile still on his face as he says something and both him and the boy wave at Chan. He gives back another wave that looks like he's waving goodbye to the rest of the people taking photos but lingers on the two in the middle just a little longer than the rest.

You were out before the others, walking back to your own vehicle. "Where he go?" "He had to go to his car, buddy. We'll get to see him when we go home." The boy whines and you feel more of his weight on your head. "Oh, Buddy..." You stop and kneel down so he can slide off your shoulders before you turn around and pick him up and hold him tightly.

"Saw Dada, wan' Dada." "I know, Jinho, I know. We'll see Dada soon, okay? Why don't we surprise him and your uncles with food, huh? and I'll get you ice cream?" He nods into your shoulder. "Okay." You answer back.

You reach your car and buckle him into his car seat. "Can I have Dada photos?" You smile, reaching into your camera bag to pull out a small photo holder that has printed out pictures you've taken of Chan in the past.

"Here you go." "Tank ku, Appa." "You're welcome, Buddy." You stand up and move to the other side of the car, putting your bags in the other seat then moving to the drivers seat. "Ready?" "Yeah." You smile and start the car.

You got the food and ice cream but Jinho fell asleep, luckily you weren't too far from home. When you got home you managed to balance a toddler on your hip, your camera bags on your shoulder, and the food and cup of semi-melted ice cream in your hand.

You had to use your foot to knock on the door when you reached the apartment and Jisung barely got a word out when you reach the cup out towards him. "Freezer, quick." "I- Okay."

You walk in and were hoping to see him but you only saw the usuals of the first apartment plus a stray chicken. "Here, Lix, take your cuddle buddy." The younger smiled happily and took the toddler into his arms, moving to lay on the couch and throw his legs over Hyunjin's.

"Where is he? Did I manage to beat him here?" "No, he's in his room." Changbin said from his place on Hyunjin's lap next to Felix's legs.

You make your way over to the room and crack the door open slowly. A smile takes over your face when you see he's half unpacked, laying on his bed and in his hands hovering above him is Jinho's shirt. You close the door and make your way back out to grab your boy.

"He took one of Jinho's shirts with him, that's adorable." You chuckles lightly as you gently pick up the boy from Felix's hold. "Are you serious?" "Yeah. Was looking for the shirt for weeks, even before Chan left, almost tore up my apartment looking for it cause it was his favorite. I wonder how long he's actually had it." You cradle the boy against your chest and he buries his face into your neck. "Oh, go ahead and eat, the other boys can too." "Thanks for the food, Mn." Jisung says as he moves to unpack it. "Of course."

You walk back to Chan's room and slowly open the door to find Chan now holding the shirt to his chest and an arm thrown over his eyes. You look down at the boy in your arms and gently pat his back. "Jinho...Buddy..." "Hm?" "Wanna go to Dada?" You whisper and he's leaning up from your shoulder and rubbing his eyes. "Dada?" "Yeah, buddy, look." He turns to see Chan and squirms in your arms so you put him down.

He takes a moment to rub his eyes and stretch before sleepily walking further into the room. Chan doesn't notice until Jinho is climbing onto the bed and he moves his arms, gasping softly. "Jinho!" "Hi Dada." Chan sits up, lifting the boy up to place him on his lap and his hugged him tightly, rocking softly. "Were you good for Appa?" He nods then leans forward and crashes into Chan's chest. "You sleepy?" He nods again and Chan hugs him tighter, laying back down with the boy on his chest.

After watching the interaction, you walk in and Chan's smile got impossibly bigger. "Mnie!" He called you, almost like cooing at you as he reached out to you. He turns to his side with Jinho as you move his bag so there's more room as you lay down in front of him. "Hi Channie." You kiss his forehead then kiss the top of Jinho's head and smile at Chan.

"How was it?" "Really fun but I missed you and the kids." "What about Jinho?" "He's apart of 'the kids' is he not?" You giggle softly and lean forward to place your forehead on his, sliding a hand under his tank top and he sighs softly.

The only noise in the room was the air con, Jinho's soft little snores, and the muffled noises from the living room. "I brought food." You whisper. "Later." "Okay."

You open your eyes to find he's already staring at you. "Whatcha thinking about?" Your hand rests on his waist, your thumb rubbing back and forth on his smooth skin. "This. I love when you come with us when we travel but when you don't I'm glad I get to come home to you and Jinho." Your right hand moves from under your head to Chan's cheek and you thumb his cheek under his eye.

"I really don't deserve you." "What you mean?" "I was just a single dad photographer and you're an idol, producer, model and more. I'm nothing special and yet you still chose me...Not too late to drop me." Chan had an unreadable expression on his face as he pulled away from you, taking Jinho with him as he steps out of his room. You hear him ask one of the boys to take the toddler and Felix of course takes him.

Chan comes back in, closing his door and moving back to the bed but instead of sitting next to you he kneels on the bed then throws a leg over your own to sit on your lap. "Wha-" You're confusion was interrupted when he suddenly held your face and attacked your face with kisses until you're confused stuttering turns into a wide smile and giggles.

When he was satisfied, he pulled back and smiled at your red face and ears. "C-Care to e-explain?" You get out through giggles as you lean into his touch. "I am never going to drop you. You are the most amazing person I've ever met. I never told you this but I walked into my photoshoot with you and it felt as if I've known you the whole time. You were so sweet and kind and you made jokes to get me to smile but honestly all you could've done was compliment me with one word and I'd smile. I felt so comfortable around you."

"Channie..."

"Then your phone rang and I let you answer it and it was your nanny with your little boy. You were so happy when talking to him and honestly your smile was so adorable. I didn't care that you were a single dad, I still liked you and I loved you around the third photoshoot. Don't get me started on Jinho, he's the cutest little guy and I feel incredibly happy every time he calls me 'Dada'. The first time he did, I cried." "Y-You did?" "I did. It felt like my heart was ripped out, I was a mess cause it was the cutest thing ever."

You pull him closer and tighten your arms around him, burying your face into his neck. "Chris...I love you so much." "I love you, too, Mnie." His arms wrap around your neck just as tight as you, leaning down to rest his forehead on your shoulder.

"Channie?" "Yeah?" Neither of you pull away, instead choosing to hug each other tighter. "I really, really, really want..." You take a deep breath. "I really want to marry you..." You feel his breath hitch and his hands slide across your back to rest on your shoulders as he pulls back to look at you. "What?" "I want you to be my husband...and I want to be yours...nothing has to happen now if you're not ready I just wanted to let you know that I really want you to be my husband."

"Y-You're kidding." He reaches behind him to where you put his bag at the end of the bed and pulled out a box. Sitting back up, he opens the box to reveal a silver band that had an asymmetrical line that looked like black crystal. "I am absolutely ready, please."

A wide smile takes over your face, your hands reaching up to hold his face and you lean forward to firmly attach your lips to his. He giggles and pushes into you slightly, cradling your jaw with the box still in his hand.

He giggles with a yelp when your hands moved and your arms wrapped around his waist and you leaned back, picking him up only slightly off your lap before your left hand moved to his thigh and you turn to lay him down, pulling back and hovering over him. "What if it was just us and the boys for now? Nothing too big. Maybe we could have a real one on an anniversary or something." "That's perfect."

He takes the ring out of the box, tossing that to the side, then slides it onto your finger. He smiles when he sees it fits and intertwines his fingers with yours and moves it back next to his head, his other hand pulling you down by your neck into a searing kiss before his hand moves to hold your jaw when you tilt your head slightly.

You pull away but only for a moment. "You free tomorrow?" "Only at lunch." "I'll pick you up and we'll go for food and ring shopping, yeah? Wanna get you one." "Okay, that sounds good." You reattach your lips to his and lick his bottom lip, his lips part and you barely lick into his mouth before you're jolting apart and looking up at the door.

"Ew, daddy's are kissing." Hyunjin was at the door with Jinho on his hip. "Ew!" The toddler giggled before it turned into a laugh when Hyunjin tickled him. "Hyunjin, what do you want?" You lean up and sit back on your heels as Chan drops one of his knees but his right hand is still connected to your left one, playing with the ring.

"Your food is getting cold and Jinho needs a diaper change." Hyunjin makes a disgusted face and sets the boy down who runs over and climbs onto the bed. "Appa tell you some'fing?" "What's up buddy?" You brush his hair out of his face. "Puppy gave soda." Suddenly Hyunjin bursts into laughter, clapping his hands as he practically falls into the hallway.

"Seungmin, he said it!! He ratted you out!!" "Little monster!!" Seungmin then comes in and tickles the boy until he's all giggles and shrieks. "Okay, Okay, can I change him before any sort of mess happens?" You smile widely as you pick the boy up and move to the floor, putting down his changing mat.

After, while sitting in the living room with the boys, Jinho on your lip drinking his juice under the blanket you share with Chan, you smile softly as you kiss the top of the boys head and look over to Chan who leans on your shoulder, his right hand still fidgeting with the ring on your finger with a barely noticeable smile.

"So..." Felix spoke up and you all look at him while he looks at you and Chan. "...When did Chan propose?" The room was filled with questions and confusion and congratulations.

And despite the chaos you couldn't be happier.

Okay so I didn't send you this request before because i thought you were cis and wouldn't understand period shit but I saw your post about having a uterus and hating it (fucking same) and um j was wondering if you'd be comfortable with writing ftm!reader distancing himself from channie because he's on his period and feels very dysphoria and although he's out to chan this is his first period around him that made him feel so fucking dysphoric and just distances himself and then channies finally gets a hold of him and they talk and reader breaks down and shit and uts like a best friends to loves stuff and just hurt/comfort

But jamie if youre not comfortable with this idea or it'd hive you heavy thoughts then please don't do it yeah? I don't want you to get sad or feel bad about anything🫂🫂❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

Be safe and take care please🫂❤️‍🩹

This was actually kinda therapeutic to write 😊 I hope it's okay 😅

The studio was flooded with the harsh glow of fluorescent lighting, casting a stark brightness that illuminated every corner of the room. Its piercing beams cut through the air, creating sharp contrasts and casting deep shadows. The light poured down on the papers and laptop resting on the desk, their surfaces gleaming under the intense glow.

You, a fairly recently hired producer, sat engrossed in your work at your desk, your attention shifting back and forth between the laptop screen and your contemplations.

Every now and then, you absently touched your chest, a subconscious gesture you've habited stemming from the top surgery you had undergone a few months earlier, still beyond euphoric that you were able to get such a surgery.

Usually, you find comfort in your musical endeavors, but today was different. A sense of unease and discomfort that you hadn't experienced since before you got your surgery, a painful reminder of your past. The dysphoria weighed heavily on you, with each stabbing tightness in your abdomen you felt more and more insecure and hollow, clouding your focus and making it challenging to concentrate.

The door swung open and Chan, the vibrant leader of Stray Kids, entered with his characteristic enthusiasm, his face adorned with a beaming smile. "Hey there! Can I borrow your talents on this track? I feel like there's something missing and need another listener and the others are busy." He said with a smile, presenting a USB stick.

You managed a weak smile in return as you accepted the USB from Chan. "Sure." You said, inserting the drive into your laptop. Chan furrowed his brow as he picked up on the lack of enthusiasm in your voice. "You okay, mate?"

Taking a deep breath, you quickly replied with a short exhale, "Yeah, just feeling tired," as you turned your attention back to your laptop. "But don't worry, I'll give this a listen and give it back with my thoughts."

During the following days, you gradually withdrew from your friends and colleagues. You began to dismiss invites to eat with the others in Chan’s group, steer clear of conversations with others, and immerse yourself in your work. Managing the physical discomfort of your period, along with the emotional burden of dysphoria, made it increasingly challenging for you to interact with others, including your dear friend Chan.

With each passing day, Chan became increasingly worried. One day, he reached a breaking point, annoyed with being ignored, and took action. He found you in the studio usually reside in, completely immersed in the music with closed eyes and headphones on. Chan quietly entered the room and closed the door behind him.

"Mn," he called softly, but with a firmness that demanded attention. Your eyes snapped open, and you quickly removed your headset, feeling a surge of surprise, "Chan? Hey, what brings you here?"

"We need to talk," Chan said, his voice leaving no room for argument. "You've been avoiding us, more me, for days. What's going on?"

You averted his gaze, wrapping your arms around yourself. "It's nothing. I'm just... dealing with some personal issues."

Chan moved closer, his furrowed brow revealing his growing concern. "Mn, we've faced so much together since we met. You know you can talk to me so why are you pushing me away?”

Your eyes filled with tears as you felt the weight of your emotions growing. "It's just... I'm on my period, Chan. It's the first time since we've been friends that it's happened, and I just feel so...weak and ashamed and…not myself. I didn't know how to handle it around you."

Chan's eyes widened in surprise as he absorbed the unexpected revelation. For a brief moment, a wave of hurt washed over his features, his brow furrowing in confusion and pain. "So you thought it'd be best to avoid me? Why didn't you just tell me?" he asked, his voice tinged with a mix of disbelief and hurt. "Do you not trust me enough?”

You flinched at the hurt in Chan's voice, your tears spilling over. "I didn't want to be a burden! I-I d-didn't want you to s-see me like this. S-see me so weak a-and tired a-and in pain. I already felt like a burden before but I didn't want to make it worse…”

As Chan listened, he noticed you withdrawing into yourself, folding your arms tightly around your body, and curling into yourself as if seeking to vanish. In that moment, Chan's anger dissipated and regret for snapping took over. Slowly, Chan approached you, pulling you up out of your chair, and embracing you tightly as he placed his chin on top of your head.

"Hey, it's okay," Chan whispered, his voice gentle. "I'm here for you, Mn, you're never a burden. I'm sorry for snapping, that wasn't right for me to get upset. We'll get through this together, okay? The rest of the week, I'll be by your side."

Mn nodded against Chan's chest, his body shaking with sobs. "Thank you, Chan," he whispered.

In the days that came after, You faced pain and a few tears, but Chan's support helped you start to regain your confidence and feel more like yourself. Chan provided solace through small acts of kindness, offering comforting beverages, sharing lighthearted jokes, and being a constant presence. As the week drew to a close, you found that your despair had lessened, and you were filled with a deep sense of thankfulness and admiration for Chan, emotions that were difficult to express fully in words.

As the evening enveloped them in the studio, the sound of the final mix filled the air. You turned to Chan with a gentle smile, "I don't think I could’ve made it through this week without you. I felt so shitty before…guess I had nothing to worry about

Chan smiled back, his eyes twinkling. "That's what friends are for, right?"

Without thinking, you leaned forward in your chair and press your lips to his. The moment felt like it stretched on forever before your eyes widened in shock at your own actions. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean-"

But Chan quieted your rambles with a tender kiss, pulling you closer again. When he eventually pulled back, Chan leaned his forehead against yours. “Don’t be, I’ve wanted to do that for a while now." He leaves another peck to your lips and pulls back with a smile, raising his right hand to cradle your face, his internal coo becoming a soft giggle when you lean into his touch. "I'm so glad to see you back to your cheerful self, Mn."

You smiled, feeling a sense of belonging and acceptance that you've never experienced before. "Thank you, Channie…for everything."

Chan moved the both of you to the couch for a "Very Necessary Cuddle Session" he said in a very serious tone. As you two laid on the couch together, the music you helped Chan fix playing softly in the background, you knew that no matter what challenges came your way, you had a friend and more who would stand by and help you through it all.

Just a wittle drabble, no it is not 5am.

This is inspired by Channie being the most precious soul ever, ugh I love him 😭🥰🥹

Established relationship

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With a wide smile of your face, you sing LiSA's part in Social Path with Han, adding extra vocals and walking along the edge of the stage.

When the part ended and Felix started, you look around at all the others before looking back and notice Chan walking backstage behind the screen. Immediately worried, you're quick to jog to the main stage and follow him.

You find him a few steps away from the opening behind the screen. "Hey, you okay?" Chan turned towards you, one hand on his hip and the other at his side. He nods when you step closer, placing a hand on his arm. "Yeah, Yeah, I'm fine." He lifts his hand with his mic up to pat your elbow and start to walk back on stage but you stop him for a couple more seconds.

"Channie-Hyung, look at me." You stand in front of him, a hand still on his arm as your free one removes one of your in-ears to hear yourself better and slip your mic into the pocket of your cargo pants. You then lift your hand to place it on the side of his neck. "Hyung, don't make me say it." You say softly with a teasing smile and he glances at you but stays staring at the stage floor.

Sighing, you step closer, moving your left hand from his arm to his side and leaning to catch his eye. "Yeobo~" You say in a soft sing-song voice, gaining a smile. "Jagiya~ Look at me~" You pout and move the hand on his neck up a little to his jaw to turn his head and he finally looks at you. "Hey there." You smile. "Hi." He whispers, placing his own hands on your waist.

"It's okay, Channie." You move your thumb back and forth on his jaw and he leans into your touch, even more so when you move from his jaw to cup his cheek. "It's okay." "I know...Sorry, the lyrics-" "You don't need to explain, I know...I know, Chan." He steps closer and places his forehead on yours, enjoying the small moment a little longer.

"We should go back out." Chan nods but doesn't back away for a couple more seconds. He knows you'll probably comfort him after the concert, in your own world under Chan's blankets but in that moment he just really needed you.

Taking a deep breath, he steps back and nods. "Thank you, Mnie." You smile softly, leaning forward and kissing his forehead before pulling back and deciding to give a fleeting kiss, just a quick one. It was already risky as it is being so close to the open stage while holding each other the way you were. "Always, Channie."

You step back, letting him go and taking his hand while pulling your mic out of your pocket and walking back on stage while putting in your in-ear. What felt like an eternity was surprisingly only a few minutes as your next line came up for Social Path.

You stayed on the main stage with Chan for the rest of the song, holding his hand and squeezing occasionally until he squeezed back and pulled away. You look at him, double checking he was okay and you smile when he sent you a gentle smile and a nod, back to acting casual and like a member instead of a partner as he reached up and ruffled your hair.

Giggling and pulling back before Hyunjin is wrapping himself around you, you know Chan will be just fine.

He has Stay and he has the boys.

But most importantly he has you.

Always and forever.

*Just some little blurbs*

"Mn-Chan isn't real, it's all fan service."

The boys occasionally posting videos of Mn flirting with Chan. No cameras, No staff, and mostly during dance practice.

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Mn posting videos himself of him sneakily kissing Chan cheek then running away.

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Through a gap that can show a small area backstage, Stays catching Mn cradling Chan's face and making him smile and laugh before Mn quickly kisses his nose before running off but Chan catches him, arms around his waist and picking him up slightly as they laugh.

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Felix posting two pictures on a random date (Mn and Chan's anniversary shh 🤫)

Mn laying on his back asleep on a couch with Chan laying cuddled into his side, awake. His left hand rest on Mn's chest and his head tilted up as he kisses the sleeping male's cheek. Mn's hands resting on his back.

The second happened seconds after, Chan has shifted to be more on Mn's chest, head laying on his shoulder and nuzzled comfortably in Mn's neck, a smile on his face. Mn's arms have also moved to wrap fully around Chan's back, his left around his shoulders and right draped over his lower back.

[Doomsday - SKZ Bang Chan X M!Reader]

It was an exhausting day and M/N can’t wait for it to end. It started with waking up perfectly fine this morning, having his cup of coffee and breakfast made by his husband, kissing the latter goodbye, driving to work, settling down at his desk, only to be instantly called out not even a minute after he sat down.

M/N was a loved firefighter in the city of Seoul. He was also, the first one to come out that he was happily married with a sweet loving husband. It was a dream come true for him but, soon, reality speaks itself. As wonderful as his life could be, there was exhausting day as a firefighter and today happened to be one of it. It was his 5th call for the day and it was not even midday, meaning, it was doomsday. This was commonly known in fire stations. Doomsday was a cursed day.

“Seriously?” M/N mentally cursed the world when the bell to the firehouse alerted the station. He quickly grabbed his gears and climb up to truck.

“Someone tell me, who didn’t shower today?” WonHo, the captain groaned as they were en route to their sixth call.

“Definitely Jae. He stinks today.” Francis joked as the group laughed along.

As least, his coworkers/teammates made the day still bearable. M/N was not the type to talk much. He was introverted, just like his husband and the entire station knew that.

“Alright, M/N , Jae, take a sweep. We’re looking at a fire structure, minutes, are all we have.” WonHo commanded and the team made a move.

It was finally the end of the day when M/N finds himself dragging his feet across the long stretch of apartment. At that moment of time, he cursed himself for getting the furthest apartment out of the 9 others that were available once upon a time. He clumsily rummaged through his bag for his keys, only to drop them on the floor. M/N felt like crying.

“Love.” M/N looked up with his teary eyes to meet the eyes of his husband.

“Channie.” The firefighter whispered dropping his duffel bag onto the floor and practically throwing himself onto the other.

Bang Chan cooed softly as he caught the bigger frail into his arms. He buried his face into M/N’s neck, not minding the stench of burned woods and sweats overpowering the faint scent of his favourite cologne that was gifted to the firefighter on their 3rd anniversary.

“Bubble bath?” Bang Chan offered the younger as they finally broke apart from the hug. M/N’s appearance was a mess. His hair sticking out everywhere as if he had been in some kind of tornado. His face had smudges of burned marks. Bang Chan didn’t miss the minor burn that ran across the firefighters forearm. M/N nodded subtly before grabbing his keys and bag off the floor, trudging into the apartment.

The older closed the door behind them before following after the younger one into the bathroom. M/N had switched on the tap, letting Luke warm water run into the tub. Bang Chan smiled as he cups the younger face, pecking his lips. M/N almost purred as he grips Bang Chan’s waist, pulling him closer and begin kissing the older.

“Okay, if we don’t stop, the tub will overflow.” The rapper panted slightly as he broke their kiss just in time to switch the tap off. The two undressed themselves and climb into the tub. M/N positioned himself in between the older’s leg, leaning onto his husband’s toned chest. No doubt, both of them were buffed, it was just fortunate that M/N was a foot taller than the older.

“So, today HyunJin and Felix fought because HyunJin literally put Felix’s duck into a pot and pretended to cook it and like it took JiSung and ChangBin to stop Felix from literally straddling HyunJin to death,” M/N listened contently to his husband describing how his day had went, “and like Lee Know decided it was a good idea to dance on a chair without anyone supporting him which resulted to a sprained ankle.”

“Serve him right, is he okay though?” M/N asked.

“He got a week off from dancing and literally is not allowed to bear any weight so, I.N became his humanoid wheelchair.” Bang Chan explained making the younger chuckle heartedly.

There was a minute of silence as Bang Chan gently messaged the firefighter’s scalp. It was then M/N finally cleared his throat.

“I had a horrible day today. It was doomsday.” Bang Chan understood where the conversation was going, “we broke our firehouse record and went to 10 calls today within 16 hours. I am exhausted and,” M/N paused and shifted. He was thankful that their tub was almost like a mini jacuzzi. The firefighter turned to face his husband, lifting the older up onto his laps so that he was straddling the firefighter, “I got triggered today.”

“Tell me more love, what triggered you?” Bang Chan encouraged as he washes off the shampoo on the firefighter’s head.

“The last call I went to was a married couple just like us. They are newly wed, just like us.” M/N took a couple of seconds to calm his pounding his heart, “he just came back home when he realised that the apartment was on fire. His husband was a producer and songwriter just like you. I…. I….. got so terrified because all I could think of was you.”

Bang Chan felt his heart clenched as tears ran down his husband’s cheeks, “when Jae and I went inside, he was laying unconscious on the floor, my imaginations went wild because all I could picture was you laying there unconscious. The…the beam gave way and it almost killed him.”

“But it didn’t right?” Bang Chan interjected, “because you manage to save him. Knowing you, you ran towards him and pulled him out just in time before the beam fell on him.” He speculated. “Which then results to this.” M/N nodded mutely as Bang Chan traced a finger over the minor burn on his forearm. “You’re okay baby. I’m okay. You’re okay. Look at me.”

“I almost had a panic attack after we left the site. I wanted to call you, I wanted to hear your voice, I wanted to know that you’re alright but, I don’t know….. I don’t know why my body wasn’t moving to my own will. All I did was drove back home, dragging myself here and I finally saw you.”

Bang Chan cooed as he cups his husband face, planting a chaste kiss onto the younger forehead, “here baby. I am right here. I’m okay. You’re okay.”

“Please don’t leave me. Never leave me.”

“I won’t. I promise.” Bang Chan assured. “Till death do us part.”

“Forever and always.” M/N continued before he hugged the older tightly, almost crushing the bones in his husband.

“Forever and always.” Bang Chan repeated.

“I love you.”

I Need A Little Assistance

Paring: Top Boss!Bang Chan x Bottom Personal assistant!Male reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: Chan needs a little help in his office

More: Masterlist

A/n: This is my first time writing smut and first post, also Requests are opened.

The first thing you notice as you step into Bang Chan's office is the tension thick in the air. It's not an unfamiliar sensation, working as his personal assistant for the past few years, but something about today feels different. He's pacing back and forth, hands thrust deep into his pockets, a frown marring his usually handsome features. You hesitate for a moment, wondering what could possibly have him this worked up, before he finally addresses you. "Hey, I could use your help with something." His voice is strained, almost hoarse. "Would you mind closing the door on your way in?"

You do as you're told, glancing around the room as you close the door behind you. The space is large and luxurious, with floor-to-ceiling windows offering a stunning view of the city skyline. A massive mahogany desk dominates the center of the room, and behind it sits Bang Chan, looking even more unsettled than before.

"It's about this… this thing," he mutters, gesturing vaguely downward. You follow his gaze and notice that his pants are tented, a telltale bulge pressing against the fabric. His cheeks are flushed, and he's trying to adjust himself awkwardly in his seat. You swallow hard, suddenly feeling a mixture of confusion and arousal.

"Is everything alright, Mr. Bang? Maybe I can help," you offer cautiously, inching closer to his desk. You're not sure what's going on, but you know that Bang Chan isn't one to usually show this much discomfort. He glances up at you, relief flashing briefly across his features before being replaced by a look of determination.

"My wife can't seem to help with this," he says, gesturing to the bulge in his pants again. "She just… can't handle it." You bite your lip, feeling a wave of sympathy wash over you. It's not uncommon for married couples to have these kinds of issues, but it's still an awkward situation for both of them.

"I'm not sure if it's something I should be doing," you say hesitantly. "But I could try, if you want me to." His eyes meet yours, hopeful and grateful. "I mean, I'm not an expert or anything, but I could give it a shot."

You take a deep breath and move closer to his desk, standing in front of where his legs are spread. You place your hands gently on his shoulders, feeling the tension in his muscles beneath your fingertips. "Just relax, Mr. Bang," you whisper. "I'm here to help you."

His eyes flutter shut at your touch, and he lets out a shaky breath. You can feel the length of him pressing against your stomach as you lean forward, guiding his cock away from your body with one hand while using the other to stroke him gently through his pants. He gasps, and you can feel the muscles in his abdomen tense beneath your fingertips.

"That feels good," he whispers hoarsely. "Just like that." You smile, taking this as your cue to continue. Your grip on him tightens slightly, and you begin to stroke faster, feeling the warmth and length of him in your hand. His hips begin to rock forward, grinding against your palm, and he lets out a moan that vibrates against your skin.

You can tell that he's getting close, and you know that he needs some release. You unbutton his pants and free his cock, letting it spring free and stand at full attention. His eyes flutter open, and he looks at you with a mix of surprise and desire. "You're so good at this," he pants. "I needed this."

You kneel down in front of him, taking his cock into your hand. It's thick and hard, and the pre-cum is already starting to drip onto your palm. You lean forward, closing your eyes as you taste him for the first time. His salty flavor fills your mouth, and you wrap your lips around the head of his cock, sucking gently at first before taking him deeper. He groans, thrusting his hips forward as you take more of him into your mouth.

Your hand continues to stroke him in time with your movements, and you can feel the tension building in his thighs. His hips begin to move erratically, his moans filling the room. You can feel the warmth of him, the weight of him in your hand, and you know that he's close. You increase the pace of your sucking, your tongue swirling around the head of his cock as you milk him, feeling the first spurt of hot cum hit the back of your throat.

He groans, thrusting his hips forward and coming harder, filling your mouth with his seed. You swallow every drop, relishing the taste of him as he shudders and gasps for air. When he finally pulls away, he's flushed and breathing heavily. His eyes meet yours, and there's a mix of gratitude and arousal in his gaze.

He turned you around and gently pushed you down on the table. Your heart raced with anticipation as he slowly pulled down my pants, exposing your throbbing cock. You couldn't help but let out a moan as his hand wrapped around your member,

"Ahhhhhh…" You moan as he teases you. "Fuck… that feels so good…"

His fingers are expertly manipulating your cock, rubbing in just the right way. You feel yourself growing harder, more desperate for release. You try to focus on the sensation of his fingers against your skin, but the way he's looking at you is almost too much. His eyes are intense, filled with desire, and you can feel the heat emanating from his body as he leans in closer.

He leans forward, his breath hot against your ear. "You look so good," he whispers. "I want to feel inside of you." His hand moves away from your cock, leaving you momentarily bereft of sensation, and then he reaches around, guiding your hips forward. Your cock presses against his fingertips, and he lubes himself up with saliva before pressing his cock against your entrance.

There's a brief moment of resistance, but then he pushes forward, and you feel him slide inside of you. You cry out, arching your back as he fills you up. He starts to thrust gently, his movements slow and deliberate at first. "Is this okay?" he asks, concern etched in his features.

"It's perfect," you breathe, your fingers digging into his shoulders. "Don't stop." He nods, taking your encouragement as permission to go deeper. His hips begin to move faster, his cock thrusting in and out of you in a rhythmic motion. The sensation is unlike anything you've ever felt before, and you can feel the tension building inside you.

Chris leans forward, his chest pressing against yours as he kisses you roughly. His tongue darts into your mouth, tangling with yours as he continues to fuck you. His hands grip your hips, guiding you up and down with each thrust. You can feel the head of his cock brushing against something deep inside of you, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your entire body.

He picks up the pace, moving faster and harder as he loses control. His breath comes in ragged gasps, and his muscles tense as he gets closer to the edge. You can feel the wet heat of his cum building inside of you, and with every thrust, it pushes you closer to your own release. You arch your back, moaning his name as your orgasm washes over you in a wave of pleasure.

Your body tenses, gripping him tightly as you come, and Chris follows soon after, groaning out your name as he fills you up. His hips buck wildly, driving his cock deeper inside of you, and you can feel the warmth of his release spread through your body. His weight presses down on you, pinning you to the table, and you can feel the strength and power in his arms as he holds you.

For several moments, you're lost in the afterglow of your orgasm, feeling the gentle thrusts of his hips as he continues to move inside of you. The air in the room is thick with the scent of sweat and sex, and the sounds of your bodies moving together are almost hypnotic. He leans in, kissing you tenderly, his lips soft against yours.

"I think I need to sit down," he murmurs, breaking the intimacy of the moment. With a gentle groan, he pulls out of you, his cock slipping free with a wet, sucking sound. You feel the loss of him inside of you, but the warmth of his cum spreading through your body is a delicious reminder of what just happened. He turns you around, helps you to your feet, and leads you over to the table.

He sits down, panting heavily, and motions for you to join him. As you slide onto his lap, your legs straddling his hips, you can feel the evidence of what just transpired between you. Your cock is still hard, and the warmth of your skin where he touched you is a stark contrast to the cool air in the room. He reaches up, cupping your cheek in his hand, and studies your face.

"Are you okay?" he asks, his voice rough with emotion. You nod, unable to find the words to express how you feel right now. He leans in, kissing you softly, and then nips at your lower lip. His hand moves down, caressing your chest, before sliding lower, tracing a line down your stomach. He looks up at you as his fingers brush against your inner thigh.

"Do you want to do that again?" he asks, his voice husky. You feel a shiver run down your spine at the thought. The idea of him inside of you again is almost too much to bear. You nod eagerly, and he smiles. He helps you stand up, guiding you over to the couch.

Bangchan stabs a knife into the mattress and makes you ride the handle

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Drive Me Insane

Paring: Top!Bang Chan x Bottom!Male reader

Genre: Smut

Summary: Chan hates it when you act like a total slut for attention.

More: Masterlist

A/n: Sorry that there's not that much dialogue. I find it a little hard to write dialogue for smut (But I'm working on it) 😅. Requests are open!

Bang Chan's fingers danced over the laptop keyboard, his brow furrowed as he tried to focus on his boss and other employees in front of him. His mind, however, was elsewhere. His gaze kept drifting to the bedroom door, where he could hear the unmistakable sounds of their mattress creaking and his husband's breathy moans filling the air. The tension built up inside him like a pressure cooker, and he couldn't help but feel a mixture of anger, frustration, and desire.

He glanced at the clock, noting that they still had another hour left in the Zoom meeting. He knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't take it anymore. With a deep breath, he ended the call abruptly and stormed into the bedroom, his heart racing and his blood pumping. There he found his husband, his back arched and his hips thrusting rhythmically on his own fingers, his other hand tangled in his own hair as he moaned Bang Chan's name.

The anger inside him boiled over, and he grabbed the sharpest knife from the kitchen, intent on teaching his husband a lesson. He stormed back into the bedroom, holding the knife above his head, and plunged it deep into their mattress. It went in with a satisfying thud, the handle poking out at an angle, ready for someone to ride it. He stared at his husband, chest heaving, waiting for the realization of what he had done to sink in.

You looked up at him, his eyes wide with shock and confusion. "Chris? Wh-What did you do?" you slowly slid your hands down the bed, still looking at the knife handle poking out of the mattress. Your cheeks flushed red, and a shiver ran down his spine.

Bang Chan felt a surge of power course through him. He couldn't believe his husband was actually enjoying this. "I did this because I'm sick of you doing this," he growled, gesturing to the bed. "I'm sick of you being so needy, so slutty. I want you to feel what it's like."

You swallowed hard, looking conflicted for a moment before your expression hardened. You slowly climb over to the knife, straddling the knife handle. your cock is already hard, and you begin to grind against it, moaning softly. "Is that what you want, Chris?" you pant, your eyes locked on Chan. "You want me to ride your little knife?"

Bang Chan's heart skips a beat at the sight of his husband's cock throbbing against the knife handle. He wants to tell him no, to make him stop, but the sight of his husband's submission, his desire… it's too much. He can't look away.

You lean forward, his hands gripping the bed sheets, and begin to ride the knife's handle. your hips move in a steady rhythm, your breath coming out in ragged gasps.

Chan watches in awe as his husband takes control of the situation, asserting his dominance over the knife and the bed. It's a power play that he never knew his husband was capable of, and it's driving him wild. He can feel his own desire building inside him, the tension coiling tighter and tighter. He wants to join in, to feel the knife handle thrusting inside him, to feel his husband's weight pressing down on him.

Your breath comes out in ragged gasps, Your body tensing as you are near climax. your hips buck wildly, the knife handle digging deeper into the mattress with each thrust. Bang Chan can't take it anymore. He goes onto the bed, takes his husband off the knife, and places the knife on the side table, which you whine at.

Their bodies are pressed together, sweat glistening on their skin. You lean forward, their lips meeting in a hungry kiss. Chan's tongue darts out, seeking entry into his husband's mouth, and when it finds purchase, he thrusts it deep, tasting his husband's desire. Their hands roam over each other's bodies, seeking out pleasure, finding it in the other's touch.

Chan groans into the kiss, his hips grinding against his husband's. He reaches down, gripping his erection, and gives it a firm stroke. You gasp, arching into the touch, and Bang Chan feels his own desire surging forward, desperate for release. He breaks the kiss, panting, and gazes down at his husband's body.

You watch him with hooded eyes, his chest rising and falling rapidly. You reach down, unbutton Bang Chan's pants, and pull them down his hips, revealing his erection, already leaking pre-cum. Chan takes it in his hand, stroking up and down the length, feeling the warmth and the moisture.

Chan groans the sensation is exquisite, and he can feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter within him. He reaches down, gripping your hair, and pulls him into a deep, passionate kiss. His tongue darts out, tangling with yours, as your bodies move in perfect sync.

You groan, your hips bucking against Chan's hand. You feel so alive, so desired. The power play they've engaged in has only served to heighten your desire, and you want nothing more than to feel Chan inside you.

Chan reaches out, gripping his husband's hips, and guides him down onto his cock.

There's a moment of resistance before you are fully impaled on his length, but then he feels the slick heat of your body envelop him, and a shudder runs through him. He buries his face in your neck, feeling your heart racing beneath your lips. your hips move together, a slow, sensual dance that soon picks up speed.

The mattress squeaks beneath them as they writhe together, their bodies sliding against each other, chests heaving. Your nails dig into Chan's shoulders, leaving little trails of pain that only serve to heighten the pleasure coursing through him. He looks down, taking in the sight of their joined bodies, and feels a wave of possessiveness wash over him.

Chan's eyes meet yours, and in that moment, he feels so connected to you. It's as if you two can communicate without words, your bodies speaking the language of desire and love. He reaches down, grasping your ass, and squeezes it, urging you to move faster, harder.

Both your movements grow more frenzied, their breath coming in ragged gasps. The sweat that coats their bodies serves to heighten the sensation, making every touch, and every caress more intense. You arch his back, pushing yourself deeper onto Chan's cock, and a low groan escapes your lips. You can feel his release building inside him, the familiar tension coiling tighter and tighter.

Chan's eyes never leave his husband's face as he watches you lose control. He feels his own orgasm building, threatening to overwhelm him, but he wants to savor this moment, wants to share it with his husband. He leans down, kisses his husband's neck, sucking on the skin as he thrusts harder. His hips buck wildly, finding a rhythm that matches his husband's, and he feels the hot release spill from him, coating their stomachs and thighs.

You arch your back, crying out as you come, feeling the intense pleasure wash over you. Your body shudders with the force of your orgasm, and you collapse against Chan, panting heavily. For a moment, they're both lost in the aftermath of their passion, their bodies still moving together, finding a rhythm in the quiet aftermath.

Chan's chest rises and falls with each ragged breath, his heart still racing. He looks down at you, feeling a profound sense of love and connection wash over him. He gently kisses your forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment before pulling out of him. Their sweat-slicked bodies slide against each other, leaving trails of wetness on the sheets.

Your eyes flutter open, and you smile up at Bang Chan, the afterglow of their passion still evident on your face. "Thank you," You whisper, running a hand through Chan's husband's sweat-dampened hair. "That was… incredible."

Chan leans down, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss. "I love you," he whispers against his mouth. "So much." He rolls off of him, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at his husband's face. The room is still, the only sound is their ragged breathing as they lie entwined in the aftermath of their lovemaking.

You smile up at him again, your eyes half-lidded with contentment. "I love you too," You say softly, your voice still thick with desire. "You make me feel so… wanted, so loved."

Their gazes lock, and at that moment, Chan can feel the weight of your words. He reaches down, cupping your cheek, and gently kisses you, wanting to convey all the love and adoration he feels in that single touch. Their kiss deepens, becoming more urgent, as they express their feelings for each other in a language that needs no words.

A bf!top!bang chan x bf!botMalereader. The reader finds out that bang chan had a sexy photoshoot (wearing a work attire but shirtless) that the reader just straight up wanting the ride bang chan. The reader imagined riding bang chan, bang chan the man he was, surprised the reader by wearing the same attire (the shirtless work attire) he was wearing during photoshoot. The reader let his imagination happen irl, riding bang chan.

Paring: Top!Chan x Bottom!Male reader

Genre: Smut

Requested

More: Masterlist

A/n: Sorry for the delay, I had some schoolwork to finish. Also, Chan looks SO FINE in the photo!

On a fateful day, M/n was scrolling through their Instagram feed, mindlessly passing the time when a familiar face caught their eye. It was Chris, M/n's boyfriend, on the cover of a famous magazine! Dressed in a crisp white shirt, tailored black slacks, and a navy blue tie, he looked every inch the charming and successful businessman he was. But there was something else about the photo that made M/n's heart race and their palms sweat: he was shirtless. The top button of his pants was undone, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of his toned abs. M/n couldn't help but feel a rush of desire surging through his veins as he stared at the image, imagining what it would be like to ride him.

M/n quickly snapped out of his reverie and decided to take matters into his own hands. He recorded a video message for Chris, pouring out his lust and adoration for him. "You look so sexy in that photo, Chris. I can't stop thinking about you," he confessed, his voice shaking with emotion. "I want you so badly, I want to ride you. Please, can we make this happen tonight?" With a shaky thumbs up, M/n sent the video off, praying that Chris would get the message and make his wildest fantasy come true.

As the hours ticked by, M/n waited anxiously for Chris to respond. He couldn't help but feel giddy with anticipation, imagining what it would be like to finally have his lover in his arms again. Finally, just as M/n was about to give up hope, his phone lit up with a notification. Chris had replied to his message. "Hey, gorgeous," he wrote, "I've been thinking about you too. How about I surprise you tonight? Just wait until you see what I have in store."

M/n's heart leapt into his throat as he read Chris's message. He couldn't believe his luck! His boyfriend was going to make his wildest fantasy come true. With bated breath, M/n spent the rest of the day planning their special evening together. He prepared a romantic dinner, lit candles, and put on Chris's favorite music. The moment Chris walked through the door, M/n's heart skipped a beat. He was wearing the same shirtless work attire he had worn in the photoshoot!

"You look incredible," M/n breathed, taking in Chris's chiseled physique. "I can't believe you're actually doing this for me." Chris grinned, a mischievous glint in his eye. "I wanted to make sure I lived up to your expectations," he replied, walking over to M/n and pulling him into a passionate kiss. As they made their way to the bedroom, M/n couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and gratitude washing over him. His boyfriend had taken the time to make this special night happen just for him.

In the bedroom, Chris lowered himself onto the bed, propping himself up on his elbows as M/n climbed onto his lap. The feel of Chris's hard, muscular thighs beneath him sent a thrill through M/n's body. He reached down and pushed Chris's pants to his knees, revealing his toned stomach fully. As M/n began to pull Chris's boxers, Chris reached down and guided his hand, helping him pull them down.

"You're so sexy, Chris," M/n whispered, his voice shaking with desire. "I can't believe I'm finally here with you like this." He leaned forward, kissing Chris passionately as he gripped his hips, guiding him into his hand. Chris let out a low moan into their kiss, his hips moving in sync with M/n's touch. As he stroked Chris, he could feel the heat radiating off of his skin, the muscles in his thighs tensing beneath his touch.

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" Chris asked breathlessly, his eyes searching M/n's face for any sign of hesitation. "I want you to feel every inch of me." M/n nodded eagerly, his heart racing with anticipation. He leaned forward, kissing Chris again before slowly lowering himself down, guiding Chris's hard length inside him. There was a moment of resistance as their bodies adjusted, but then M/n felt himself sink deeper, a sense of rightness washing over him as Chris filled him completely.

He moaned, arching his back as he began to move up and down, meeting Chris's thrusts. The sounds of their flesh slapping together echoed in the room, mingling with the soft sounds of their labored breathing. M/n gripped Chris's shoulders, feeling the muscles tense and relax beneath his fingers as Chris powered into him. With each thrust, he could feel the head of Chris's cock brush against something deep inside him, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body.

The scent of their sweat filled the air, and the bedcovers were quickly becoming tangled beneath them. M/n leaned forward, biting his lip as he watched his own reflection in Chris's eyes. They were filled with desire and passion, a look that made him feel both incredibly wanted and completely loved. He could feel the tension building inside him, the familiar tightening in his stomach as he neared the brink of orgasm.

As he rode Chris, he reached down and wrapped his hand around them, stroking in time with their movements. The heat from their bodies mingled, and he could feel every inch of Chris's chest and stomach pressed against his skin. He moaned, arching his back as he found a rhythm that sent waves of pleasure coursing through him. Chris's breath came in ragged gasps, his hands gripping M/n's hips tightly as he met each thrust.

The bed squeaked beneath them, the mattress beginning to give way beneath their combined weight. M/n glanced down, watching as his own body moved in tandem with Chris'. He felt a sense of power and control, knowing that he was the one driving this encounter, the one who could make Chris lose his mind with desire. His heart raced, the blood pounding in his ears drowning out all other sounds.

He leaned forward, pressing their lips together in a passionate kiss as he continued to ride Chris. His hips moved in a steady, rhythmic motion, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through his body. Chris's hands roamed over his back, his chest, cupping his ass and urging him on. The sensation of being so intimately connected to Chris was overwhelming, and M/n could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge.

Their skin was slick with sweat, and the air in the room was thick with the scent of desire. M/n reached down between them, stroking them both in time with their movements, feeling the head of Chris's cock brush against something deep inside him with each thrust. The pleasure was almost too much to bear, and he knew he couldn't hold out much longer.

As he rode Chris, his body tensed, his muscles bunching beneath his skin. He threw his head back, letting out a long, shuddering moan as the orgasm swept over him in a wave of heat and pleasure. His hips bucked wildly, and he felt himself spilling over Chris's cock, his essence pooling around them. Chris let out a hoarse cry, his body tensing as he arched upward, his hips bucking helplessly against M/n's hand.

Their bodies were intertwined, sweat-slick and trembling. M/n collapsed forward, resting his weight on Chris's chest as they caught their breath. He could feel the softness of Chris's skin against his own, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. The room was still, the air heavy with the scent of their lovemaking.

Chris shifted beneath him, rolling them over so that M/n was lying on his back, staring up at the ceiling. He propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at M/n with a mixture of tenderness and desire. "You're beautiful," he whispered, trailing his fingers along M/n's jaw.

M/n closed his eyes, the warmth of Chris's touch spreading through him. He felt the weight of Chris's body press against his own, the hardness of his cock rubbing against his thigh. "I love you," he murmured, lifting a hand to stroke Chris's cheek. They lay there for a moment, simply enjoying the closeness and the intimacy of their connection.

Hi Hi! you did so well with my first request so I have another one:)

I was thinking FTM reader (no surgeries) x roommates Chansung. Chansung are dating and they hate you and you hate them with how they keep you up at night being loud as hell when Ji fucks Chan. One day y'all are in a heated argument with lots of yelling and aggression but there's so much damn sexual tension between the three of you that things suddenly turn SPICY mid argument.

Paring: Switch!Bangchan x Top!Han x Bottom!FTM reader

Genre: Smut

Requested

More: Masterlist

A/n: Omg, I finally finished writing! I hope this is what you were asking for. I really tried my best to write it as clearly as possible.

In the dimly lit room, the shadows danced across the walls like ethereal lovers, their soft caresses blurring the lines between reality and fantasy. The air was thick with anticipation, the heavy silence of three people caught in a web of unspoken desires. Y/n hated it. Hated the way his roommates Jisung and Chris looked at him, hated the way they whispered to each other when they thought he was asleep, hated the way they made him feel so damn uncomfortable. He couldn't help but listen to them fuck, couldn't help but hear Chris's muffled cries and moans from Jisung that seemed to echo through the walls of their tiny apartment. But tonight was different. Tonight, something was going to give.

The argument had started innocently enough, over the usual things: dirty dishes in the sink, unemptied trash cans, the occasional forgotten rent payment. But as the words flew back and forth between them, the tension in the air grew thicker, more palpable with every syllable. And then, suddenly, it shifted. Like a bolt of lightning from the clear blue sky, the sexual tension exploded into the room, filling the air with the heady scent of desire and the promise of something more.

Jisung leaned forward, his eyes never leaving Y/n's face. "You like hearing it, don't you?" he murmured, his voice low and rough. "You like hearing us together." Chris, always the braver of the two, nodded in agreement, his hands moving restlessly on Y/n's shoulders.

"No, I don't!" Y/n snapped, trying to pull away from their touch. "I hate it! I hate you both!" But even as he spoke, he could feel his heart racing, his pussy getting wetter in his panties. The tension between them was unbearable, the air thick with the scent of their arousal.

Jisung rose to his feet, his movements fluid and confident. He took a step closer, his chest almost brushing against Y/n's. "We can prove it," he whispered. "We can show you what you've been hearing every night." Without waiting for a reply, he grabbed Y/n's hand and dragged him across the room, into his bedroom. Chris followed close behind, his expression a mix of determination and desire.

The room was dimly lit, the only source of illumination coming from a small lamp on the bedside table. Jisung closed the door behind them, shutting out the rest of the world. Jisung and Chris took off their clothes then they both took off Y/n's. Jisung led Y/n over to the bed, pushing him down onto the mattress so that he was lying on his back. Then he turned to face Chris, who was watching them with hungry eyes.

"Show him," Jisung breathed, his voice low and commanding. "Show him what he hears." Chris nodded, moving forward to stand between Y/n's spread legs. He leaned down, his lips brushing against Y/n's ear. "You like hearing this, don't you?" he whispered, his breath sending shivers down Y/n's spine.

As if in answer, Y/n arched his back, letting out a soft moan. The feel of Chris's hardness pressed against his entrance was almost too much to bear. He wanted it, needed it, despite himself. And then, with a single thrust, Chris was inside him, filling the empty space between their bodies. Y/n cried out, his hips bucking against Chris's, meeting his movements with a fierce hunger.

Behind them, Jisung positioned himself between Chris's legs, leaning forward to kiss his neck. His fingers dug into the firm muscle of Chris's ass as he began to thrust, matching the pace of their hips. The feeling of being so completely surrounded by them, of being taken in every possible way, was overwhelming.

As Y/n lay there, pinned beneath the weight of their bodies, he could feel the pressure building inside him, coiling tight in his core. He arched his back, meeting the rhythm of their movements, his hands clutching at the sheets beneath him. The sounds of their bodies slamming together filled the room, echoing through his head like a siren song.

Jisung's thrusts behind him were fierce and unyielding, each one driving deeper into Chris's ass. The friction caused his cock to throb, and he could feel the familiar tightening in his balls. He leaned forward, pressing his lips against Chris's neck, sucking and nipping at the skin. Chris let out a guttural moan, his hips bucking wildly against Y/n's.

Y/n closed his eyes, feeling overwhelmed by the sensations assaulting his body. He tried to focus on breathing, on keeping himself from losing control. But it was no use. The heat between them, the taste of sweat and skin, the sounds of their bodies colliding together, it all combined into a cacophony of desire that was impossible to ignore.

As Chris's movements grew more frantic, Y/n knew that he was close. He reached down, grasping at the headboard of the bed, using it to steady himself as he felt the familiar tightening in his core. "I'm going to come," he gasped, his voice ragged with need. "Oh god, I'm going to…"

Jisung's thrusts behind Chris became more urgent, his hips slamming into Chris's ass in perfect rhythm with Y/n's movements. He groaned, his breath hot against Chris's neck. "You feel so good," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Y/n's own pleasure was overwhelming, the sensation of being so fully stretched and used sending waves of pleasure coursing through him. He could feel himself on the brink, about to lose control completely. "Fuck, yeah," he gasped, arching his back as he felt the first spasms of release wash over him.

Chris moaned, his body tensing as he felt Y/n's orgasm spill over him. His own climax followed close behind, his hips bucking wildly as he came, filling Y/n with his seed. The sensation of being so completely claimed by them was overwhelming, and for a moment, Y/n couldn't think, couldn't breathe. He was lost in the haze of pleasure, their sweat cooling on his skin, their weight pressing him into the mattress.

Behind them, Jisung let out a hoarse cry as he felt his release, his hips thrusting one final time before collapsing forward, panting heavily against Chris's back. The weight of their bodies pressed Y/n into the mattress, and he reveled in the feeling of being so thoroughly used and claimed. He could feel the warmth of their sweat mingling together, the roughness of their skin against his own, the rhythmic movement of their breath as they struggled to catch their breath.

Chris's arms wrapped tightly around Y/n, holding him close as their hearts raced in unison. The afterglow of their shared passion filled the room, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and sex. Y/n closed his eyes, reveling in the intimacy of the moment, the connection he felt to both of them. He could feel the dampness between his legs, the evidence of their passion still pulsing within him.

Jisung slowly withdrew from Chris's body, his cock slipping free with a wet, sloppy sound. He leaned over, kissing Chris's neck, his lips lingering there for a moment before trailing down to his chest. "You feel so good," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. "I could do this forever."

Y/n turned his head, pressing a kiss to Jisung's lips. "Me too," he whispered, before glancing back at Chris. "And you know we could. We could stay like this all night."

Chris smiled, his eyes drifting closed as he felt the weight of their combined exhaustion settling over him. "I don't know if I could move right now," he murmured, arching his back slightly as Y/n's hand traced lazy circles over his chest.

Y/n smiled, leaning in to press another gentle kiss to Chris's lips. "Well, we're all here together, so we've got plenty of time to rest," he said, his voice soft and reassuring. "We can just lie here and enjoy each other's company for a while."

hi hi~ me again... sorry

I was wondering if maybe you'd consider writing something for me again?

I was hoping for maybe something with poly Chan and Jisung x ftm reader where the three of you get into a MAJOR fight and y'all ignore each other, sleeping separately, avoiding eachother etc. after it bc you're all unable to fully calm down until they find you crying and rush to comfort you just to find out your crying from being so pent up and unable to get off without them and they help you with angry makeup sex?

Kiss And Make Up

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Paring: Top!Bangchan x Top!Han x Bottom!FTM reader

Genre: Little Angst First, Smut

Requested

More: Masterlist

A/n: Requests are open

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The air was heavy with tension, the walls seeming to close in around them. It was as if the very fabric of their lives had begun to unravel, threadbare and worn. The three of them stood in the living room, not daring to look at one another, each lost in their own thoughts. The weight of their secrets pressing down on their shoulders like an unbearable burden.

Jisung and Chan, both members of the popular K-pop group Stray Kids, had been neglecting their relationship with M/n, the bottom in their triad. Their busy schedules had left them little time for each other, and they'd begun to take M/n for granted. The longer it went on, the more resentment built up inside them all.

Finally, they found themselves in the same room once again. The air was thick with tension, as if the very walls were closing in around them. Jisung and Chan exchanged guilty glances, unable to meet each other's eyes. They knew they needed to confront their feelings, but the weight of their secrets made it difficult to find the words.

M/n, on the other hand, looked like a lost child. His eyes were red from crying, and his face was etched with pain. He had tried to be understanding, to give them space, but the loneliness had been overwhelming. He wished they could go back to the way things were before, when they were a united front, a powerful triad that nobody dared to cross.

Jisung and Chan exchanged glances again, their anger momentarily forgotten as they took in the despair in M/n's eyes. They knew they had to fix this, not just for themselves but for M/n as well. They moved toward him, their hands reaching out to touch him gently on the shoulders.

"M/n, we're sorry," Jisung began, his voice barely a whisper. "We've been so selfish, neglecting you like this… We didn't mean to hurt you."

M/n looked up at them, his eyes red and swollen from crying. "I know you've been busy," he whispered. "It's just… I miss you. I feel so alone."

Jisung and Chan exchanged glances once more, their hearts breaking at the pain in M/n's voice. They moved closer, wrapping their arms around him in a comforting embrace. "We miss you too, M/n," Chan whispered. "We should have made more time for you." Jisung confessed.

M/n leaned into their touch, feeling the warmth of their bodies against his own. "I just wanted us to be together again," he said, his voice barely audible. "I felt so lonely without you." He pulled away slightly, looking up at them with pleading eyes. "Can we try again? Be a real triad again?"

Jisung and Chan exchanged another glance, their hearts full of regret and determination. They nodded in unison, promising each other that this time would be different. They would make sure to make time for M/n, to cherish their bond as a triad.

Gently, they led M/n to a nearby bed, their hands moving with a tender urgency. They stripped him down to his underwear, revealing his pale, quivering skin. His breath came in ragged gasps, his chest heaving with emotion. Jisung and Chan could see the want in his eyes, the need for them just as much as they needed him.

As they knelt before him, their fingers danced over the waistband of his underwear, slowly pulling them down. M/n's pussy came into view, wet and swollen, begging for their touch. His hips rose to meet their hands as they parted his lips, revealing his tight little hole. Jisung and Chan looked into each other's eyes, their anger and hurt momentarily forgotten as they focused on the task at hand: pleasuring their beloved M/n.

Their tongues flicked out, circling his entrance, teasing and taunting. They moved in perfect unison, their hands gripping his hips as they began to thrust inside him. M/n let out a strangled moan, his back arching off the bed as pleasure coursed through him. His pussy clamped down on their fingers, milking them for every ounce of pleasure.

Jisung gazed up at M/n, his eyes full of adoration and regret. "I'm sorry I've been so distant," hem stood up and whispered into M/n's ear, his voice thick with emotion. "I should have made more time for us." He moved his hand to cup M/n's cheek, gently wiping away a stray tear.

Chan's heart ached as he watched the scene unfold before him. He couldn't believe he'd been so selfish, focusing on his own needs and desires instead of M/n's. He leaned in to press kisses to M/n's clit. "I'm sorry, my love," he whispered, his voice raspy with emotion. "I should have been there for you too."

Chan stood up and moved between M/n's legs, his face flushed with emotion. He roughly parted M/n's lips with his fingers, exposing the wet, swollen folds within. M/n whimpered, arching his back in anticipation. With a feral growl, Chan moved his tip near M/n's entrance, teasing and taunting before finally pushing inside.

M/n cried out, the pleasure from Chan's ministrations mixing with the release of his pent-up emotions. He grabs Jisung's waist band, tugging him closer. Jisung's cock, already hard from the sight of M/n's wetness, slides between M/n's mouth. M/n opens wide, taking as much of Jisung in as he can. His tongue darts out, tracing the vein on Jisung's shaft as he sucks. His other hand grips Chan's hip, pulling him closer, urging him deeper inside.

Chan's thrusts grow rougher, more desperate. He can feel the tension beginning to build inside himself, the impending release of all his anger and frustration. He looks down at M/n, their eyes meeting in the heat of the moment. "I'm sorry," he pants, "I should have been there for you." His hips buck harder, his cock slapping against M/n's prostate with each thrust.

Jisung's hand tangles in M/n's hair, holding his head still as he thrust deeper into his mouth. His free hand grips M/n's hip, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony. His eyes meet Chan's in the mirror, and he sees the same regret and longing there. He knows they both have a lot of making up to do, but for now, this moment, it feels like they're back on track.

As the pleasure builds inside him, Chan's thrusts become more urgent, more desperate. His eyes close tightly, teeth gritted in concentration. He feels the familiar tightening in his chest, the impending release of all his pent-up emotions. He looks down at M/n, their bodies moving together in perfect sync, and he knows he's never going to let him go again.

M/n moans around Jisung's cock, his head rolling back as the sensations wash over him. His fingers dig into Chan's shoulders, urging him deeper, harder. He can feel the wetness between his legs, the evidence of how much he's missed this connection, how much he's needed them both.

As the pleasure builds, M/n's body tightens, and he lets out a cry that seems to echo through the room. His orgasm rips through him, shuddering his body as he comes, hot and sticky, over their hands. He arches his back, pressing closer to them both, relishing in the feel of their skin against his.

Chan's thrusts don't slow as he feels the tension build inside himself. He looks down at M/n, their eyes meeting in the heat of the moment. He sees the love and need for them both reflected back in his gaze, and it gives him the strength to release, to let go of the anger and hurt that had been holding him back. His movements grow more frenzied, more urgent, as he comes, filling M/n with his seed.

Jisung feels the tremors run through Chan's body, and it pushes him over the edge. He groans, thrusting deep one last time as he comes, spilling his release over M/n's tongue. Their bodies are flush together now, sweat-slick and breathless. The tension that had been building between them for so long is finally released, leaving them both spent and satisfied.

< about time >

pairing:: bang chan x older male reader genre:: smut // fluff - - minors dni!! word count:: 2.9k summary:: you’re an overworked college student and your best friend, bang chan, is a famous kpop idol. he’s constantly busy and you haven’t seen him in months. he surprises you with a visit late one night, and scenes in the movie you watch sparks a flame you didn’t know existed between you two. warnings:: smut !!! unprotected sex, oral (m receiving), slight d / s dynamic, dirty talk, praise, slight pet play if you squint, swearing, petnames, age dynamic & honorifics, crying notes:: my first work on here :fingers-crossed: not entirely proofread either srry ;; i’ve actually never seen ‘about time,’ but i know vaguely what happens in it- bare with me if i get anything wrong ,,</3 i don’t know how to end stories i’m so sorry

it’s been a long day. you’ve been working on your homework all day- reading textbooks and taking notes, replying to insufferable classmates on discussion posts, studying for an upcoming test. all you want is someone to hold you, and nobody comes to mind.

that is, except for your best friend, chan.

he’s always there when you need him, but he's beyond busy. he’ll pick up every call within a ring or two, but never has time to talk more than five minutes. but he never forgets to text you good night, sleep well, to dream happy thoughts.

you groan, leaning back in your chair. would he come over if you asked? does he even have the time? is he even still in korea? you spiral and spiral until you eventually pick up your phone, deciding to find out for yourself.

he picks up before the first ring, a coarse voice filling your ear. “y/n? you okay? it’s 2am, sweetheart.” your heart aches at the petname.

“i- sorry. i’ve been up working on homework, i didn't mean to wake you up.” you whisper into the phone. chan laughs gently.

“i’ve been up. don't worry about me, it's just good to hear your voice.” a silence falls over you, registering his compliment. “you there?”

“yeah- yeah, sorry. just…” you bite your tongue. “i miss you, chan.” he sighs on the other end of the phone.

“i miss you too. look, how about… i wrap things up here, and come over?” your eyes widen.

“wait, really? can you even do that?” chan laughs again.

“of course i can, y/n. i don't have a schedule tomorrow, so i can do whatever i want tonight. would you like that?” chan teases.

“yes, please. i need you.” you bite your lip at your neediness. chan chuckles, and you hear a rustling on his end of the phone.

“you need me, baby boy? did i hear that right?” you groan, squeezing your eyes shut.

“that’s hyung to you, sir.” you correct.

“you're barely older than me! don't make me call you that.” chan whines.

“yeah, yeah. hurry up over there and come over, okay?” chan huffs playfully.

“okay. give me like thirty minutes, i'll head out right as i finish.” you smile, pursing your lips together at the thought of seeing him again.

“see you soon, channie.”

“see you soon, y/n-ie.”

---

it's almost exactly thirty minutes before you hear a knock at your door. you jump up, running to unlock it, greeted with your best friend dressed in all black.

“hi, channie.” you say softly, playing with the hem of your shirt. chan smiles, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around your waist.

“hi, hyung. i missed you.” chan whispers as you sigh, wrapping your arms around him, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. chan chuckles, squeezing you tighter. “you okay?” you shake your head.

“just… long day. needed to be around someone.” chan nods, caressing your back, holding you tight.

“i know, sweetheart. i’m here now, okay?” you bury your face deeper into his neck.

“okay.”

it feels like eternity, standing there in the atrium, hugging chan. but you wouldn't have it any other way. chan breaks the silence, clearing his throat.

“hyung, let's go to your room. you need to get some rest.” you groan, holding chan tighter.

“i'm not tired. i still have work i need to do, i’m so behind and-”

“hey, hey.” chan pulls away, holding your shoulders at an arm’s distance. “don't worry about all that. just get some rest, with me, yeah?” chan cups your face in his hand, caressing your cheek. you lean into his touch, your eyes fluttering shut.

“okay.. fine.” you give up, melting into chan’s touch. chan giggles, moving a hand from your shoulder down to your hand.

“that’s my hyungie.” chan praises, leading you up to your bedroom. 

once you get there, you sit against the headboard of the bed, pulling a blanket over your lower half. “let me help you.” chan offers, sitting beside you and gently pulling the blanket over both of you. “we can watch a movie or something if you want?” chan suggests, snuggling closer to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and laying his head on your shoulder.

“we can watch something, i'm okay with that.” you lay your head against chan's head, closing your eyes and sighing softly. chan moves a hand to your thigh, caressing it softly.

“alright, anything in particular you want to watch?” chan asks, rubbing small circles on your thigh, feeling your breathing slow down. “or should we pick something together?” chan hums, enjoying the warmth of your body against his.

“what was that movie you watched with stay the other day?” you ask. “i was busy when you watched it, so i never got to see it.”

“oh- about time?” chan blushes. “that’s like my favorite movie. i’d so be okay with watching that again.” you smile, reaching for the remote and turning on the tv. you pull up the movie and press play, chan’s thigh against yours, his hand caressing your skin.

the two of you enjoy the movie, cuddling and leaning against each other. about halfway through, a sex scene pops up on the screen, shocking you. you purse your lips, trying to focus on the screen, instead of the hand on your bare thigh. chan continues caressing your skin, seemingly unbothered by the scene on the tv.

“hyung.” chan whispers, moving his hand closer to your inner thigh. “i’ll stop if you tell me to.” you shake your head, eyes falling down to the blankets, covering chan’s hand.

“it’s.. it’s okay.” chan hums, continuing to stroke your thigh, matching the rhythm of the movie's steamy scene. he keeps his gaze on the screen, as you bite your lip and refuse to look up. chan slowly snakes his hand up your inner thigh, dangerously close to your crotch. chan nuzzles his face against your shoulder, as you bite back a whimper.

“hyung...” chan murmurs, turning to you, stopping his hand right above your growing bulge. “do you want me to stop?” his voice trembles, his breath warm against your neck.

you shake your head. “no, i… please keep going.” the movie forgotten, you purse your lips together, turning away from chan from embarrassment.

“good boy.” chan praises, his heart pounding out of his chest. he slides his hand up to your clothed erection, palming it gently through your shorts. chan presses a soft kiss to the side of your neck, slipping a hand under your shorts and cupping your length over your underwear. you whimper, squeezing your eyes closed.

“channie…”

“shh, it’s okay, hyung. i’ve got you.” chan reassures, stroking your erection through your underwear. he presses soft kisses down your neck, nibbling gentle marks into your skin. “so fucking hot for me, yeah?” chan teases, increasing the pressure slightly.

“shit…” you bite back a moan, looking down at where chan is touching you.

“i know, baby.” chan coos, feeling you twitch beneath his touch. “i want to make you feel good, okay?” chan whispers, sliding his hand inside your underwear and gripping you gently. “is this okay?” he asks, his own erection straining against his pants.

“yes, yes, please, channie.” you beg, your dick twitching in chan’s hold. you shift the blanket, moving it off your crotch so you can watch him touch you. the cold air is a welcome feeling, as chan’s hand is so warm against you.

“fuck, hyung.” chan gasps, his eyes widening at the sight of your hardened length. he takes a deep breath, leaning down and taking you into his mouth.

“chris! oh, fuck.” you buck up into his mouth at the sudden feeling, his mouth warm and tight around your cock. chan chuckles around you at the use of his real name, as he moves a hand down to play with your balls gently.

chan hums around you, sucking harder, his tongue dancing along your shaft. chan caresses your balls gently, eliciting another whimper from you. “you taste so good.” he lifts off your cock to breathe, then dives back in, swallowing your length fully and bobbing his head rhythmically.

“channie, oh my god.” you bury a hand in his hair, just petting it, not trying to force him to stay down on your cock. you throw your head back, whimpering as chan swallows around you.

“i’m not stopping, hyung.” chan promises, leaning back down, his cheeks hollowing as he sucks you deep. chan releases your balls, gripping your thighs tightly, hard enough to leave marks. “cum in my mouth, hyung.” he begs. chan increases his pace, sucking harder and bobbing quicker, his saliva dripping down your shaft. he takes you fully in his mouth, his nose brushing against your pubic bone. you hold back a loud moan and bite your bottom lip. 

“close, channie. so close.” chan nods, swallowing around you, humming gently. a hot flash runs through your body, your hips bucking involuntarily into chan’s mouth. you come with a loud groan, filling chan’s mouth with your warm seed. you shake through your orgasm, your body going weak and your head falling back against the headboard. you pant, petting chan’s hair as he gently sucks you clean.

“there you go, baby.” chan praises, swallowing your cum and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. he presses a kiss to the side of your cock, humming happily. “are you alright?” chan asks, looking up, concern in his voice. you nod, visibly exhausted, opening your eyes slowly to see a red-faced chan with a crooked smile, his mouth slightly open.

“i- thank you, chan. that was…” chan giggles, leaning in to kiss your cheek.

“anytime, hyungie.” chan smiles, his heart racing. he sits closer to you, pulling you into a hug. “how do you feel?” he asks, his erection hard against your hip. you blush, leaning into his hug, shifting so your hip brushes against his bulge. chan whimpers, burying his face into your neck.

“i’m okay… what about you, channie? can i help you?” you whisper, caressing his inner thigh. chan whines, breathing heavily against your neck.

“hyung...” chan stammers, his erection pulsating against your hip. “i want to fuck you.” he confesses, his voice barely audible. “but only if you're okay with that.” he adds, his heart pounding wildly in his chest.

“oh, god.” you throw your head back in shock. “i want nothing more than that. please?” you plead and chan lets go of you, throwing the blankets off you both, sitting in front of you. he carefully guides you to lay on your back, your head against the pillow. chan giggles, slipping your shorts and underwear off your legs, leaving you alone in your shirt. chan slips off his shirt, revealing his perfectly toned body. you purse your lips together, admiring his body. “you’re so beautiful, chris.” chan blushes, looking away, covering his face with his hands.

“stoppp… i’m not.. i’m not beautiful.” you pull chan down, his legs kneeling on either side of your torso. you cup chan’s face with one of your hands, the other placed on his chest.

“you’re perfect, in every way. you’re so, so, pretty, christopher.” chan whines, burying his face in the crook of your neck, his face flushed red. “i mean it, baby. you’re so beautiful.” chan groans, pulling himself up.

“okay, okay, i get it, you’re in love with me.” chan teases, kneeling on his shins, slipping out of his shorts and underwear. you tilt your head to the side, admiring chan’s body.

“you’re not wrong. i’ve kinda always been in love with you, chris.” chan stops in his tracks, making eye contact with you.

“i… i love you too, hyung.” chan mumbles, his heart overflowing with emotion. he looks down, pumping his cock twice, his tip wet with precum.

you melt, reaching your hand out to hold chan’s. “so pretty, channie.” chan shakes his head, shy, taking your hand into his.

“hyung…” chan whimpers, his eyes locked on yours. he positions himself between your legs, his tip pressing against your entrance. “are you sure?” he asks, his voice shaking. you nod.

“i’m sure, channie. i’m good, go ahead.” you squeeze chan’s hand. chan takes a deep breath, pushing in slowly, hissing as he feels the tightness of your entrance. he stops, waiting for you to adjust. 

“you okay?” he asks, his face flushed. you squeeze your eyes shut, gripping chan’s hand tightly.

“so- so big, channie.”

“sorry, hyungie.” chan apologizes, pulling out slightly and slowly pushes in again, a little further this time. “i’ll be gentle, i promise.” he whispers, his eyes locked on your face. you purse your lips together, gripping chan’s hand as tight as you can.

“it’s okay- ah,” you whimper. “you can go deeper. i can take it.” chan nods, thrusting slightly deeper, eyes blown wide at the sensation.

“fuck, you’re so tight, hyung.” he groans, starting a gentle pace, rocking back and forth out of you. you throw your head back at the burn, squeezing chan’s hand at every thrust. he squeezes back gently.

“puppy, feels so good.”

you can feel chan twitch inside of you, and he collapses onto your chest. he breathes heavily, holding your hand tight, stalling the movement of his hips.

“call me that again.” you chuckle, slipping your free hand into his hair.

“what..? puppy?” chan whines, burying his face into your shirt. he ruts up into you involuntarily, groaning as he pushes deeper into you.

“you’re driving me crazy, hyung.” his thrusts pick up again, going deeper every time. you softly pull his hair, groaning at the wonderful mix of pleasure and pain.

“just like that, puppy, you’re doing so well.” chan gasps into your shirt, his pace growing frantic. he fucks you harder, his free hand gripping your hip tightly. you moan loudly, eyes blown wide, watching chan fall apart on top of you.

“i’m- fuck, i’ll cum if you keep calling me that.” he bites the fabric of your shirt, his dick twitching inside of you as he ruts deeper into you. you squeeze his hand, pulling his hair so he lifts his head. chan looks up at you with teary eyes, a pout on his lips. you pull him closer, kissing him gently, your tongue running over his bottom lip. chan whimpers into the kiss, his dick throbbing inside of you. he slips his tongue inside your mouth, matching the frantic movement of his hips. he bites gently at your bottom lip, licking into you hungrily.

“good boy,” you whisper between kisses. “just like that, puppy.” you suck on chan’s tongue, squeezing his hand. chan moans into your mouth, his thrusts becoming sloppy. he fucks you harder, feeling his orgasm building up.

“hyung!” chan cries out, holding your waist tightly. he gasps between kisses.

“come on, puppy, you’ve got it.” you praise, kissing his nose. “come for me, pretty boy.”

chan chokes out a sob, arching his back, releasing into you. he kisses you hungrily, riding out his high. “i love you, hyung.” he whimpers, spilling his seed into you, pumping it deeper. you pet his hair gently, letting go of his hand. you cup his face, caressing his cheek, wiping a stray tear off his face.

“you did so well for me, puppy. i love you so much.” chan nuzzles his face into your hand, quietly letting the tears fall. “hey, hey, are you okay..?” you panic, frantically wiping his tears with both hands. chan nods in your hands, taking a deep breath.

“yeah, i’m sorry, just…” chan wipes his own tears away, embarrassed. he buries his face into your chest, murmuring. “just overwhelmed.” his voice cracks. your heart aches.

“i know, baby. i’ve got you.” you hold him closer, petting his hair and kissing his scalp. chan whimpers, holding onto you tightly. he lays on top of you, panting heavily, trying to catch his breath.

“you made me feel so good, hyung. thank you.” he mumbles into your shirt. you chuckle, tilting his head up by his chin to meet your eyes.

“anytime, channie. that was perfect.” you kiss chan’s nose. he giggles, kissing your lips tenderly. he smiles into the kiss, burying his face into your neck.

“thank you, hyung.” he whispers, nuzzling his face against your skin. you squeeze chan in your arms, sighing contentedly.

“i’ll hold you as long as you need, but we need to clean up soon, baby.” you caress his back, skating your fingertips along his muscles. chan shivers, snuggling into your embrace. he nods slightly, then slowly sits up, slipping out of you with a groan.

“we- we should clean up now, i think.” you nod, sitting up, wincing as globs of chan’s cum spill out of you onto the bedsheets. you chuckle, looking down at the blankets. 

“we’re gonna have to do laundry, too.” chan giggles, helping you up to your feet, kissing your shoulder.

“let’s do that tomorrow, yeah? for now…” chan pulls you in for a passionate kiss. “let’s take a shower, okay?” he whispers against your lips. you nod, rubbing your nose against his.

“good idea, pup.” chan blushes, covering his face with his hand.

“stoppp it, hyung.” he whines, turning away and heading towards the bathroom as you follow closely behind, knowing that tonight is nowhere near over.

oh my gawd... thank u guys so much for 100 likes <//3 .. that means the world to me u don't understand ㅠㅠ i'm working on some anon requests so look out for those in the next week ! i'm wrapping up my finals so it'll take a little bit, but i'm putting my all into every request :fingerscrossed: again, my asks are open, so feel free to send in anything ! ty again <333

< about time >

pairing:: bang chan x older male reader genre:: smut // fluff - - minors dni!! word count:: 2.9k summary:: you’re an overworked college student and your best friend, bang chan, is a famous kpop idol. he’s constantly busy and you haven’t seen him in months. he surprises you with a visit late one night, and scenes in the movie you watch sparks a flame you didn’t know existed between you two. warnings:: smut !!! unprotected sex, oral (m receiving), slight d / s dynamic, dirty talk, praise, slight pet play if you squint, swearing, petnames, age dynamic & honorifics, crying notes:: my first work on here :fingers-crossed: not entirely proofread either srry ;; i’ve actually never seen ‘about time,’ but i know vaguely what happens in it- bare with me if i get anything wrong ,,</3 i don’t know how to end stories i’m so sorry

it’s been a long day. you’ve been working on your homework all day- reading textbooks and taking notes, replying to insufferable classmates on discussion posts, studying for an upcoming test. all you want is someone to hold you, and nobody comes to mind.

that is, except for your best friend, chan.

he’s always there when you need him, but he's beyond busy. he’ll pick up every call within a ring or two, but never has time to talk more than five minutes. but he never forgets to text you good night, sleep well, to dream happy thoughts.

you groan, leaning back in your chair. would he come over if you asked? does he even have the time? is he even still in korea? you spiral and spiral until you eventually pick up your phone, deciding to find out for yourself.

he picks up before the first ring, a coarse voice filling your ear. “y/n? you okay? it’s 2am, sweetheart.” your heart aches at the petname.

“i- sorry. i’ve been up working on homework, i didn't mean to wake you up.” you whisper into the phone. chan laughs gently.

“i’ve been up. don't worry about me, it's just good to hear your voice.” a silence falls over you, registering his compliment. “you there?”

“yeah- yeah, sorry. just…” you bite your tongue. “i miss you, chan.” he sighs on the other end of the phone.

“i miss you too. look, how about… i wrap things up here, and come over?” your eyes widen.

“wait, really? can you even do that?” chan laughs again.

“of course i can, y/n. i don't have a schedule tomorrow, so i can do whatever i want tonight. would you like that?” chan teases.

“yes, please. i need you.” you bite your lip at your neediness. chan chuckles, and you hear a rustling on his end of the phone.

“you need me, baby boy? did i hear that right?” you groan, squeezing your eyes shut.

“that’s hyung to you, sir.” you correct.

“you're barely older than me! don't make me call you that.” chan whines.

“yeah, yeah. hurry up over there and come over, okay?” chan huffs playfully.

“okay. give me like thirty minutes, i'll head out right as i finish.” you smile, pursing your lips together at the thought of seeing him again.

“see you soon, channie.”

“see you soon, y/n-ie.”

---

it's almost exactly thirty minutes before you hear a knock at your door. you jump up, running to unlock it, greeted with your best friend dressed in all black.

“hi, channie.” you say softly, playing with the hem of your shirt. chan smiles, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around your waist.

“hi, hyung. i missed you.” chan whispers as you sigh, wrapping your arms around him, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. chan chuckles, squeezing you tighter. “you okay?” you shake your head.

“just… long day. needed to be around someone.” chan nods, caressing your back, holding you tight.

“i know, sweetheart. i’m here now, okay?” you bury your face deeper into his neck.

“okay.”

it feels like eternity, standing there in the atrium, hugging chan. but you wouldn't have it any other way. chan breaks the silence, clearing his throat.

“hyung, let's go to your room. you need to get some rest.” you groan, holding chan tighter.

“i'm not tired. i still have work i need to do, i’m so behind and-”

“hey, hey.” chan pulls away, holding your shoulders at an arm’s distance. “don't worry about all that. just get some rest, with me, yeah?” chan cups your face in his hand, caressing your cheek. you lean into his touch, your eyes fluttering shut.

“okay.. fine.” you give up, melting into chan’s touch. chan giggles, moving a hand from your shoulder down to your hand.

“that’s my hyungie.” chan praises, leading you up to your bedroom. 

once you get there, you sit against the headboard of the bed, pulling a blanket over your lower half. “let me help you.” chan offers, sitting beside you and gently pulling the blanket over both of you. “we can watch a movie or something if you want?” chan suggests, snuggling closer to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and laying his head on your shoulder.

“we can watch something, i'm okay with that.” you lay your head against chan's head, closing your eyes and sighing softly. chan moves a hand to your thigh, caressing it softly.

“alright, anything in particular you want to watch?” chan asks, rubbing small circles on your thigh, feeling your breathing slow down. “or should we pick something together?” chan hums, enjoying the warmth of your body against his.

“what was that movie you watched with stay the other day?” you ask. “i was busy when you watched it, so i never got to see it.”

“oh- about time?” chan blushes. “that’s like my favorite movie. i’d so be okay with watching that again.” you smile, reaching for the remote and turning on the tv. you pull up the movie and press play, chan’s thigh against yours, his hand caressing your skin.

the two of you enjoy the movie, cuddling and leaning against each other. about halfway through, a sex scene pops up on the screen, shocking you. you purse your lips, trying to focus on the screen, instead of the hand on your bare thigh. chan continues caressing your skin, seemingly unbothered by the scene on the tv.

“hyung.” chan whispers, moving his hand closer to your inner thigh. “i’ll stop if you tell me to.” you shake your head, eyes falling down to the blankets, covering chan’s hand.

“it’s.. it’s okay.” chan hums, continuing to stroke your thigh, matching the rhythm of the movie's steamy scene. he keeps his gaze on the screen, as you bite your lip and refuse to look up. chan slowly snakes his hand up your inner thigh, dangerously close to your crotch. chan nuzzles his face against your shoulder, as you bite back a whimper.

“hyung...” chan murmurs, turning to you, stopping his hand right above your growing bulge. “do you want me to stop?” his voice trembles, his breath warm against your neck.

you shake your head. “no, i… please keep going.” the movie forgotten, you purse your lips together, turning away from chan from embarrassment.

“good boy.” chan praises, his heart pounding out of his chest. he slides his hand up to your clothed erection, palming it gently through your shorts. chan presses a soft kiss to the side of your neck, slipping a hand under your shorts and cupping your length over your underwear. you whimper, squeezing your eyes closed.

“channie…”

“shh, it’s okay, hyung. i’ve got you.” chan reassures, stroking your erection through your underwear. he presses soft kisses down your neck, nibbling gentle marks into your skin. “so fucking hot for me, yeah?” chan teases, increasing the pressure slightly.

“shit…” you bite back a moan, looking down at where chan is touching you.

“i know, baby.” chan coos, feeling you twitch beneath his touch. “i want to make you feel good, okay?” chan whispers, sliding his hand inside your underwear and gripping you gently. “is this okay?” he asks, his own erection straining against his pants.

“yes, yes, please, channie.” you beg, your dick twitching in chan’s hold. you shift the blanket, moving it off your crotch so you can watch him touch you. the cold air is a welcome feeling, as chan’s hand is so warm against you.

“fuck, hyung.” chan gasps, his eyes widening at the sight of your hardened length. he takes a deep breath, leaning down and taking you into his mouth.

“chris! oh, fuck.” you buck up into his mouth at the sudden feeling, his mouth warm and tight around your cock. chan chuckles around you at the use of his real name, as he moves a hand down to play with your balls gently.

chan hums around you, sucking harder, his tongue dancing along your shaft. chan caresses your balls gently, eliciting another whimper from you. “you taste so good.” he lifts off your cock to breathe, then dives back in, swallowing your length fully and bobbing his head rhythmically.

“channie, oh my god.” you bury a hand in his hair, just petting it, not trying to force him to stay down on your cock. you throw your head back, whimpering as chan swallows around you.

“i’m not stopping, hyung.” chan promises, leaning back down, his cheeks hollowing as he sucks you deep. chan releases your balls, gripping your thighs tightly, hard enough to leave marks. “cum in my mouth, hyung.” he begs. chan increases his pace, sucking harder and bobbing quicker, his saliva dripping down your shaft. he takes you fully in his mouth, his nose brushing against your pubic bone. you hold back a loud moan and bite your bottom lip. 

“close, channie. so close.” chan nods, swallowing around you, humming gently. a hot flash runs through your body, your hips bucking involuntarily into chan’s mouth. you come with a loud groan, filling chan’s mouth with your warm seed. you shake through your orgasm, your body going weak and your head falling back against the headboard. you pant, petting chan’s hair as he gently sucks you clean.

“there you go, baby.” chan praises, swallowing your cum and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. he presses a kiss to the side of your cock, humming happily. “are you alright?” chan asks, looking up, concern in his voice. you nod, visibly exhausted, opening your eyes slowly to see a red-faced chan with a crooked smile, his mouth slightly open.

“i- thank you, chan. that was…” chan giggles, leaning in to kiss your cheek.

“anytime, hyungie.” chan smiles, his heart racing. he sits closer to you, pulling you into a hug. “how do you feel?” he asks, his erection hard against your hip. you blush, leaning into his hug, shifting so your hip brushes against his bulge. chan whimpers, burying his face into your neck.

“i’m okay… what about you, channie? can i help you?” you whisper, caressing his inner thigh. chan whines, breathing heavily against your neck.

“hyung...” chan stammers, his erection pulsating against your hip. “i want to fuck you.” he confesses, his voice barely audible. “but only if you're okay with that.” he adds, his heart pounding wildly in his chest.

“oh, god.” you throw your head back in shock. “i want nothing more than that. please?” you plead and chan lets go of you, throwing the blankets off you both, sitting in front of you. he carefully guides you to lay on your back, your head against the pillow. chan giggles, slipping your shorts and underwear off your legs, leaving you alone in your shirt. chan slips off his shirt, revealing his perfectly toned body. you purse your lips together, admiring his body. “you’re so beautiful, chris.” chan blushes, looking away, covering his face with his hands.

“stoppp… i’m not.. i’m not beautiful.” you pull chan down, his legs kneeling on either side of your torso. you cup chan’s face with one of your hands, the other placed on his chest.

“you’re perfect, in every way. you’re so, so, pretty, christopher.” chan whines, burying his face in the crook of your neck, his face flushed red. “i mean it, baby. you’re so beautiful.” chan groans, pulling himself up.

“okay, okay, i get it, you’re in love with me.” chan teases, kneeling on his shins, slipping out of his shorts and underwear. you tilt your head to the side, admiring chan’s body.

“you’re not wrong. i’ve kinda always been in love with you, chris.” chan stops in his tracks, making eye contact with you.

“i… i love you too, hyung.” chan mumbles, his heart overflowing with emotion. he looks down, pumping his cock twice, his tip wet with precum.

you melt, reaching your hand out to hold chan’s. “so pretty, channie.” chan shakes his head, shy, taking your hand into his.

“hyung…” chan whimpers, his eyes locked on yours. he positions himself between your legs, his tip pressing against your entrance. “are you sure?” he asks, his voice shaking. you nod.

“i’m sure, channie. i’m good, go ahead.” you squeeze chan’s hand. chan takes a deep breath, pushing in slowly, hissing as he feels the tightness of your entrance. he stops, waiting for you to adjust. 

“you okay?” he asks, his face flushed. you squeeze your eyes shut, gripping chan’s hand tightly.

“so- so big, channie.”

“sorry, hyungie.” chan apologizes, pulling out slightly and slowly pushes in again, a little further this time. “i’ll be gentle, i promise.” he whispers, his eyes locked on your face. you purse your lips together, gripping chan’s hand as tight as you can.

“it’s okay- ah,” you whimper. “you can go deeper. i can take it.” chan nods, thrusting slightly deeper, eyes blown wide at the sensation.

“fuck, you’re so tight, hyung.” he groans, starting a gentle pace, rocking back and forth out of you. you throw your head back at the burn, squeezing chan’s hand at every thrust. he squeezes back gently.

“puppy, feels so good.”

you can feel chan twitch inside of you, and he collapses onto your chest. he breathes heavily, holding your hand tight, stalling the movement of his hips.

“call me that again.” you chuckle, slipping your free hand into his hair.

“what..? puppy?” chan whines, burying his face into your shirt. he ruts up into you involuntarily, groaning as he pushes deeper into you.

“you’re driving me crazy, hyung.” his thrusts pick up again, going deeper every time. you softly pull his hair, groaning at the wonderful mix of pleasure and pain.

“just like that, puppy, you’re doing so well.” chan gasps into your shirt, his pace growing frantic. he fucks you harder, his free hand gripping your hip tightly. you moan loudly, eyes blown wide, watching chan fall apart on top of you.

“i’m- fuck, i’ll cum if you keep calling me that.” he bites the fabric of your shirt, his dick twitching inside of you as he ruts deeper into you. you squeeze his hand, pulling his hair so he lifts his head. chan looks up at you with teary eyes, a pout on his lips. you pull him closer, kissing him gently, your tongue running over his bottom lip. chan whimpers into the kiss, his dick throbbing inside of you. he slips his tongue inside your mouth, matching the frantic movement of his hips. he bites gently at your bottom lip, licking into you hungrily.

“good boy,” you whisper between kisses. “just like that, puppy.” you suck on chan’s tongue, squeezing his hand. chan moans into your mouth, his thrusts becoming sloppy. he fucks you harder, feeling his orgasm building up.

“hyung!” chan cries out, holding your waist tightly. he gasps between kisses.

“come on, puppy, you’ve got it.” you praise, kissing his nose. “come for me, pretty boy.”

chan chokes out a sob, arching his back, releasing into you. he kisses you hungrily, riding out his high. “i love you, hyung.” he whimpers, spilling his seed into you, pumping it deeper. you pet his hair gently, letting go of his hand. you cup his face, caressing his cheek, wiping a stray tear off his face.

“you did so well for me, puppy. i love you so much.” chan nuzzles his face into your hand, quietly letting the tears fall. “hey, hey, are you okay..?” you panic, frantically wiping his tears with both hands. chan nods in your hands, taking a deep breath.

“yeah, i’m sorry, just…” chan wipes his own tears away, embarrassed. he buries his face into your chest, murmuring. “just overwhelmed.” his voice cracks. your heart aches.

“i know, baby. i’ve got you.” you hold him closer, petting his hair and kissing his scalp. chan whimpers, holding onto you tightly. he lays on top of you, panting heavily, trying to catch his breath.

“you made me feel so good, hyung. thank you.” he mumbles into your shirt. you chuckle, tilting his head up by his chin to meet your eyes.

“anytime, channie. that was perfect.” you kiss chan’s nose. he giggles, kissing your lips tenderly. he smiles into the kiss, burying his face into your neck.

“thank you, hyung.” he whispers, nuzzling his face against your skin. you squeeze chan in your arms, sighing contentedly.

“i’ll hold you as long as you need, but we need to clean up soon, baby.” you caress his back, skating your fingertips along his muscles. chan shivers, snuggling into your embrace. he nods slightly, then slowly sits up, slipping out of you with a groan.

“we- we should clean up now, i think.” you nod, sitting up, wincing as globs of chan’s cum spill out of you onto the bedsheets. you chuckle, looking down at the blankets. 

“we’re gonna have to do laundry, too.” chan giggles, helping you up to your feet, kissing your shoulder.

“let’s do that tomorrow, yeah? for now…” chan pulls you in for a passionate kiss. “let’s take a shower, okay?” he whispers against your lips. you nod, rubbing your nose against his.

“good idea, pup.” chan blushes, covering his face with his hand.

“stoppp it, hyung.” he whines, turning away and heading towards the bathroom as you follow closely behind, knowing that tonight is nowhere near over.

a male reader blog gbless... what headcanons (fluffy and/or nsfw) do you have about bang chan dating a feminine guy? i rly love pink and skirts and chunky high heels so i want to project!!!

notes:: hihi! this is so cute, i think he would absolutely love having a partner who loves to dress up and be cute with him <//3 ty for the request :pray:

bang chan having feminine male partner headcanons !!

< sfw >

oh. . . he is so whipped for you, don’t even let him get started !

he loves it when you dress up for him, be that in a frilly skirt or a short sundress, he can’t keep his eyes off you

he helped you build a little display cabinet for all your platforms and high heels so you can choose from them every time you go out

he does your makeup for you sometimes, getting flustered when you watch him intently

“ don’t – don’t look at me like that.. ” he blushes, hiding his face from you.

when you close your eyes to let him do your eye makeup, he gets distracted 

he just falls in love all over again, cupping your face in his hands and gently kissing your cheeks, making you giggle

if you have long hair, he loves to braid it and help you wash it, loving the scent of your shampoo ;; he’ll lose himself playing with it, obsessed with how soft it is

and if you have short hair ! he still loves to run his hands through it, kissing your scalp and getting you cute clips to hold back your bangs

“ my pretty boy.. ” he buries his face in your hair. “ you smell so good, baby. ”

he loves buying you cute pink things for you, whether that be plushies or more clothes or his weekly flower run

if you’re shorter than him, he loves the height your heels and platforms give you, making it easier for him to kiss you

paints your nails for you with special little designs

calls you his prince and nuzzles his face into your cheek when he sees you after a while

“ baby boy, c’mere. ” he holds his arms out, pouting until you wrap your arms around him.

sits you on his lap while you watch a movie, resting his head on your shoulder

sneaks a hand on your ass when around your friends – he can’t help it !

if you’re younger than him, he loves to baby you and tease you about the age difference

if you’re older than him, he’s so so flustered by everything you do ;; he called you ‘noona’ once as a joke and it just stuck

“ noonaaa~ ” he whines, tugging at your skirt when you’re alone. “ come cuddle with channie.. please..? ”

< nsfw >

can’t keep his eyes off you no matter what ;; maintains eye contact the entire time

he’ll make you keep on your skirt, loving the way it bounces with every thrust

kisses every inch of your skin, leaving small marks all over

goes feral when you wear lingerie for him, his hands won’t let go of your body

“ fuck, baby, you’re so pretty for me. ” he groans as he trails his hands down your chest.

when you wear lipstick, he begs you to wrap your mouth around his cock

seeing the red stains littering his length drives him insane

he holds your hair back, biting his lip to hold back his ceaseless sounds

cums as soon as you look up at him through your eyelashes ;; he can’t handle seeing how pretty you are

“ oh my god – so good, can’t– baby boy, i’m coming– ” he throws his head back with a whimper.

when he tops, he quite literally loses his mind when you’re still all dressed up for him

put on a sundress ? he’ll fuck you until you can’t walk for a week

loves it when you ride him with a skirt on ;; he slips his hands under it and grips your hips, grinding you down on him

he makes you keep on your thigh-highs whenever you wear them, laying you down gently on your back and pushing your legs back against your chest as he rocks into you gently

“ just like that, beautiful, taking me so well. ” he whispers into the crook of your neck as he fucks you.

when you top, he’s a complete mess

he loses it when you rake your fingernails against him, leaving trails of pink on his pale skin

tries to hold back his noises but your rhythm shakes him up, crying out for you to keep going

reaches for your hand as you fuck him, squeezing and holding on tight

calls you hyung when you top – regardless of age – he wants to feel small compared to you

“ hyung, fuck – feel so full. ” he whimpers, holding your hand tightly. “ you’re so big, i’m losing it. ”