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These pictures gave me thoughts 🔞

Imagine laying on his soft stomach while he runs his fingers through your hair and talks about his day...

Or when you're sucking him off, running your tongue along his slit, you notice how good he feels as he whimpers as his tummy keeps clenching every time he takes a deep breath and releases it through soft quivering gasps.

You can't help but place your hand on his stomach to caress it and drag it up and down his torso.

You can't wait to see that beautiful tummy of his painted with cum.

There are times when I just think Chan is so ✨️pretty✨️

I feel like his beauty is so underrated. Everything in his face makes perfect sense. His eyes, his nose, his lips EVERYTHING makes him pretty. It's so unfair how his name and the word don't usually show up together cause tell me this man doesn't deserve to be worshipped. To have every single part on his body be caressed or kissed softly to make him think he's fragile enough to just let go and break under your touch.

He deserves to get praised every single second. To be told he's doing a good job.

How is nobody talking about how he CRAVES for it. How he begs to be taken care of. How much he would enjoy to have all his worries and thoughts be taken away from love and pleasure.

To be appreciated in such a devoted way. Like your life depends on it. Like it's your most desired goal to get him to that point where he's squirming and moaning loudly and uncontrollably under hot and careful touches that make him feel so delicate.

Imagine him feeling so treasured, so lost on the feeling. All he thinks about is how well he's being loved.

Anyways. That's it.

[drabble]

I really like the idea of overstimulating Channie

mdni18+, overstim/edging (m!), handjob, piv (brief), not proofread

there's just something about him that tells me he would much rather prefer getting overstimulated than edged. don't get me wrong, he loves loves loves when you stop just before he cums. when those pearly whites just barely dribble from his tip and leak onto your fingers to act as extra lubrication.

he likes it, he does. even if his teeth are clenched and he's groaning so hard that his neck is turning red with his veins bulging, he loves it.

it just makes everything feel so much better when you do let him cum. when you giggle and moan with him despite hardly touching yourself. he has an airy type of moan, whiny, breathless when you've been edging him for so long.

but then you keep going. you keep stroking him until his hips are trying to shy away from your hand. you tell him that he deserves to be milked, even if it hurts.

and he'll beg beg beeeeggg for you to slow down, to give him a rest. but he does it on purpose just so you'll ignore him. you never really have to tie him up since he listens so good, but having him restrained just adds an extra layer of pleasure. the tightness of the ropes, the sting of them. it just all feels so good to him

too good, he cries. literally yelps when you tug on the head of his cock, squeezing and circling it until he's sobbing.

and you'll stop, after a long time, and he feels like he can finally breathe. his muscles relax and he groans from how hard he was clenching his body. but then you'll take your panties off, or put them to the side if you're that impatient.

hovering over him with an all too knowing smile while you sit yourself on his sensitive, throbbing cock. and as much as it makes him thrash and cry out, it's his favorite part

after all, you need to cum too. at least once, or twice....or thrice

I lost my phone, can I have yours?

Summary: You accidentally took someone else’s phone when you left your class and that stranger took your phone. You manage to find a way to contact each other and meet to trade the phones.

Warnings: A few swear words, but nothing else.

Genre: Fluff-ish?

Word count: 1.3k (1384)

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"Oh shit" you mumbled and ran to catch the bus. You got in on time just before the door closed and you sighed in relief before looking around to hold on to something. Luckily, you didn't miss the bus and didn't have to wait for half an hour until the next one.  

A few stops later someone's phone started ringing and you flinched at the loud sound of a hip hop song you've never heard of before, but you guessed it belonged to someone out of those standing around you, since it was loud enough. However the phone kept ringing and everyone looked around, but no one made a move to reach into their pockets or their bags. Someone tapped your shoulder and cleared their throat and you turned around to look at them.

"I'm pretty sure this is your phone, Miss. Are you not going to pick it up or at least turn it off? It's getting a little annoying." The woman said and you widened your eyes. "But that's not my ringtone." you reasoned, but reached into your pocket to see a phone ringing. “That’s not my phone!” You thought, but didn’t dare to say out loud.

The phone stopped ringing and everyone sighed in relief, but at this point you were panicked. Whose phone could this be? You got off on your stop and walked home, wondering what to do with the phone. The contact that called was someone named "Felix", but they hadn't tried to call again and the phone was locked and had no emergency contacts.

You thought that someone must have gotten your phone and that you had gotten their phone accidentally. You tried to remember what the people sitting next to you in class looked like, but no matter how hard you tried you couldn't remember.

It was at least someone from your college and shared a class with you. But still, you knew no Felix so you had no idea whose phone it could be. Now, you could either wait until someone called this phone again or find someone to call your phone. Sadly your roommate wouldn't be home until late, because of her part time job, so you decided to go with the first option.

You were sitting in your living room with the phone on the coffee table, charging it so it wouldn't run out of battery and waiting for it to ring. Suddenly, an alarm started beating, sadly it wasn't a phone call and you sighed. Why would someone need an alarm at 8pm with the title "stop"? Maybe that person put am alarm to make sure they stopped studying? Or to stop procrastinating?

After turning off the alarm and 5 minutes later, you flinched at the loud sound of the ringtone you heard earlier today, coming from the phone. Someone was finally calling! The contact was the Felix guy again. You cleared your throat and picked up.

"Hello?"

"Oh thank god someone picked up." A heavy Australian accent was heard.

"Hi, is this Felix?" You asked.

"Um no, I'm the owner of the phone, Chris. I'm pretty sure we accidentally took each other's phones earlier today." he said and you sighed in relief.

"Yes. I'm (y/n) and I'd try to call you too, but my roommate isn't here so I couldn't. Did anyone call me?" You asked and heard a chuckle from the man.

"Yes, but I was so shocked that I didn't get to pick it up. It was someone named (y/f/n) though." He replied.

"That's my roommate and yeah this Felix guy called you too earlier today, but you probably know this. Anyways, um, is there any place you would like to meet up to get our phones back?"  You asked.

"Ah yes, um, it's Saturday tomorrow, so we don't have classes, but I can't wait until Monday to get my phone so if you are free, could we meet up first thing in the morning?" He suggested and you nodded though he couldn't see you, mentally face palming.

"Yeah, I'm free all day tomorrow."

"Okay, cool, we could meet up at this cafe near the entrance, I think it's called "Levanter" and get a coffee or a tea or something. O-or we could just get our phones back and go." he stammered and you laughed.

"I'd never say no to coffee." You replied and heard him quietly sigh in relief.

"Is 10:30 too early?" He asked.

"No, 10:30 is perfect." You replied and kept a mental note to ask your roommate to wake you up.

"Cool, see you tomorrow!" He said and excited and you said your goodbyes before hanging up.

The next day soon came, and you waited outside the cafe, without exactly knowing who you were waiting for. You saw a girl standing a little farther waiting for someone too, but you were pretty sure you spoke with a man named Chris yesterday, so you continued to look around.

A man approached her and you wished Chris would come soon, because you must have looked like an idiot waiting for this long. The man left after a minute and you looked at him confused as he continued looking around. Could that be Chris? He spotted you and shyly walked towards you.

"Excuse me, are you perhaps (y/n)?" You recognized the Australian accent and the voice and nodded.

"Thank god. I just asked someone else and they weren't you and it was so embarrassing" he said and sighed.

"It's okay, you found me now." You chuckled.

"By the way, I lost my phone, so can I have yours instead?" He blurted out the awful pick up line.  

"Oh no, you did not just say that" You chuckled but pulled out his phone from your pocket, handing it to him.

"Oh my god! My precious! Ugh, I've missed you so much, baby, don't ever leave me again." He said and you laughed loudly.

"Wow, it's so cool that you reunited with your baby, but can I reunite with my baby too?" You said and saw his eyes widening, leaving you confused.

"Oh no" He said and you cocked an eyebrow. "What?" You asked and he patted his pocket. "I don't have it" he said and you gasped.

"What do you mean you don't have it?" You screeched but he chuckled.

"I'm joking! Your baby is here." He said and handed it to you.

"You little shit! You scared me for a second." You said and hit his shoulder playfully as he giggled.

"By the way, your pick up line was awful, but I will give you my number." You said.

You sat across from each other after getting your orders, Chris had insisted on paying for your coffee, but you refused and told him to find a table for the two of you, secretly paying for his tea instead and bringing it to him.

"Why did you do that?" He asked after he realized that you tricked him and you shrugged.

"It's okay, you can get me a coffee next time." you said nonchalantly, wondering since when you had this much confidence.

"S-sure" he stammered.

After exchanging phone numbers with him as you had promised, you spoke up.

"Isn't it weird how we have talked on the phone without actually having each other's phone numbers?" You said and he nodded.

"Yeah, it's confusing. But it's okay. It's an interesting way to meet each other and it can definitely be used as an ice breaker with people." He said and you laughed.

"You're right on that. By the way, do you know how much a baby elephant weighs?" You asked and giggled at the thought of your horrible joke.

"Um, I don't know..." he trailed off with a confused look on his face, making you giggle again.

"Enough to break the ice" you said and he groaned.

"This is how you must felt at my horrible pick up line, right?" He asked and you chuckled.

"Yeah..." you trailed off taking a sip of your coffee.

And indeed your joke and your weird way of meeting was enough to break the ice, because you soon found yourselves conversing for hours and arranging to meet up again soon. For sure, it's a story you would share for the rest of your life.

"Hey," you spoke up randomly and Chris hummed to urge you to continue talking, without looking up from his phone. When you didn't continue he raised his head and followed your gaze, looking at the kitchen counter confused. "What is it?" He asked after he turned to look at you again with a raised eyebrow.

He glanced at the kitchen counter again, still not knowing what's wrong and when he turned again he found your eyes on him.

"What is it, baby?" He asked again and you shrugged.

"Nothing I just wanted to say hey." You giggled and he smiled, shaking his head.

"Why are you so cute?" He asked and tackled you before littering kisses all over your face.

Partners for the night

Swinger!Bangchan x Swinger!reader

Summary: Your husband, Minho, and you attend swinger parties and exchange partners for the night. Would this night be the lucky night you get with president Changbin, who always seems to find a partner rather quickly, but has been dying to get his hands on you? Or will you find someone else? Genre: Smut Warnings: swear words, swinging, drinking, oral (m & f receiving), fingering, overstimulation, cum eating Word count: 2.5k (2502 words) A/N: You can read every part individually, since it’s just different p.o.v.s of the same night.

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"What did you say was the theme of tonight’s party?" You asked your husband, Minho.

"I'm pretty sure it's titanic, or something about ships anyway. This time the club presidents rented a place where usually rich people do pirate themed parties for their spoiled kids."  He answered, buttoning the last buttons of his shirt.

You finished doing your eye makeup and grabbed the setting spray, spraying all over your face and letting it dry.

"You look amazing." Your husband complimented and you smiled at him, reaching to hold his hand. "I'd kiss you, but I have to wait until my face is dry. But you look very handsome as well. Whoever gets with you tonight is gonna be so lucky." You complimented making him blush.

After your face dried, you gave Minho the promised kiss, grabbed your set of keys and walked out the door, towards the car.

"Do you remember the address?" You asked as you started typing on the gps. He fished in his pocket, pulling out a piece of paper with the address and handed it to you.

After a short drive, you reached the place and walked towards the entrance, the club presidents waiting there, greeting every guest.

"(Y/n), Minho, it's so good to see you again!" President Changbin said giving you a hug as a greeting, his hand dangerously low on your waist, before doing a respectful handshake with Minho. His wife copied his actions greeting the two of you.

"It's good to see both of you too."  Minho said before wrapping his hand around your waist, guiding you in.

"I'm almost sure you've casted some spell on Changbin, because this man seems to be dying to get his hands on you" Minho whispered in your ear making you giggle.

"If I don't meet someone new, then I'll probably go up to him. But he always finds a partner too quickly." You said and Minho nodded.

"I'm not very into his wife to be honest. I'd rather try and talk to Hyunjin's wife." He said.

"That woman is hot as fuck. I'd want to talk to her too." You said making him chuckle.

"I'm gonna grab a drink and explore the place." You said and he nodded. "See you later" he said and you waved at him, before walking towards the bar.

Surprisingly you seemed to have arrived to the party quite late, as most of the people you knew had already started finding their partners for the night.

"Hi there. Long time no see." You heard a voice come from next to you and turned your head to look at the source of it. Your eyes met the eyes of a beautiful woman you haven't seen in a long time.

It was a previous partner of Minho, you had met at one of the first parties the two of you attended. She had seen the two of you from the moment you walked in and had a goal to get with your husband. She and her husband, Chan, used to be presidents of the club, but they are both busy people, so they soon asked Changbin and his wife to replace them.

"Hi, it's a pleasure to see you again. Did you just arrive?" You asked, seeing as she hadn't found a partner yet either.

"Yeah, I had to stay later at work. Seems like everyone has already partnered up." She said and sighed, before pouring herself a drink too. You took a sip of your own drink looking around.

"Yeah, many people have already partnered up. I don't know about Minho though." You answered the question she probably wanted to ask and she gave you a soft smile.

"Well then, I should probably start looking around for him then." She said and winked before leaving you alone at the bar. You chuckled at her, before taking another sip of your drink.

You decided to walk around too, glancing at the entrance to see if the presidents were there. You fought the urge to frown when you saw none of them there.

As always, Changbin had already found a partner.

You walked up a set of stairs, seeing couples talking, couples talking with other couples, probably having switched partners already.

Chan's wife was surprisingly in a corner talking with Changbin and you cursed her lucky ass.  "Maybe next time" you thought.

You threw the red solo cup in a trash can that was near you, having finished your drink. You started to walk away but you bumped into a taller figure.

"I'm sorry" you said and glanced at the person in front of you. That person was no other than Chan, probably also not interested in Changbin’s wife, much like your husband.

"Oh, hi Chan" you said reaching for a hug, your usual way of greeting. "Hello, how have you been?" He kindly asked.

"Good, a little tired because of work but other than that I've been doing good. How about you?" You replied.

"I've been pretty busy too, but I'm used to it." He answered finishing up his drink. He stretched his long arm towards the bin to throw the now empty plastic cup. However, he didn’t miss the chance to get closer to you, resting his hand against the wall behind you, making you take small steps back because of the proximity, your back leaning now on the wall.

"Oh," you said out of surprise making the man smirk at your reaction. "I've been trying to corner you at a party for what feels like ages (y/n)," he said and slowly lowered his head trailing tiny kisses in the crook of your neck, his hands slowly wrapping around your waist.

"I have to admit that I've been meaning to do so too. But you always arrived either too early or too late." You admitted, making the man sigh. "I was late today too, but luckily you were too," he said, his arms tightening around your waist, bringing you closer to him.

"Shall we find a room for us, baby?" He asked, raising his head to look into your eyes, but you avoided his gaze out of shyness. "Yes, please" you whispered, making him chuckle and interlock his fingers with yours.

Being a ship themed area, there were many doors supposed to lead to cabins, some of them being fake, while some were real rooms.

Chan and you easily spotted a real handle and reached for it. Luckily the room was empty. You walked in slowly, exploring the big room that looked much like a hotel room. You had never seen a building like this before in your life and you wondered where Changbin and his wife found it.

You felt Chan’s arms wrapping around your waist once again, pulling you to his chest.

"Finally, after so long," he whispered, before he turned you around, pressing his lips to yours. He carefully moved you towards the bed, letting you lay down comfortably, before he moved over your body. He opened your legs, laying between them and wrapped them around his waist. He kissed you once more, his hands softly grazing your body, your hands reaching to his hair.

He moaned in the kiss, his hands slowly reaching towards your chest. He pulled back, silently asking for permission (TO DANCE, sorry i had to) to remove your top.

You nodded and sat up, raising your hands, to help him. Your fingers quickly started working down the buttons of his shirt, before you removed it, revealing his toned chest.

You threw the soft material on the floor and connected your lips to his once again.

"God, you're so hot, Chan." You groaned against his lips.

His hands quickly worked behind your back, removing your bra, before throwing it over his shoulder and for some reason you found the motion even hotter. His lips wrapped around your nipple, softly sucking it into his mouth, while his other hand was massaging your neglected breast.

You pulled at his hair, not too harshly, but enough to make it messy. He got up from the bed to remove his pants, but you grabbed his hands before he could do so, wanting to remove his belt yourself. He smirked at you and let you lower his pants, until they pooled at his feet.

You played with the waistband of his boxers, before you lowered them too revealing his semi-hard dick. You almost salivated at the beautiful sight in front of you. You reached for it before he could stop you, making him moan at your touch.

You started pumping him slowly and then softly licked him from the base to his tip when he got fully hard. You kitten-licked his sensitive tip making him shudder and wrapped your lips around it, sucking it into your mouth.

He groaned and placed his hand on the back of your head, urging you to quickly take more in your mouth. You slowly moved down his shaft, taking as much as you could for the moment. You couldn’t take all of it yet, so you opted for jerking off what you couldn’t fit. You then started bopping your head, each time taking even more of him down your throat.

Chan's groans became progressively louder and he started moaning out a few praise words. You felt his hand pulling you lower down his dick, so you removed your hand and tried to bottom out.

You almost made it, so you raised to his tip, swirled your tongue around it and tried again, this time succeeding in taking all of it into your mouth, making him throw his head back and let out a loud moan. "You're so good at this, baby girl" he praised.

You rose back up and bottomed out again, swallowing around him, making him choke on air.

"I'm so close," he whispered, his hand not letting go of the fistful of your hair.

You let him slip out of your mouth, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his dick, before you jerked him off and angling him towards your face. He seemed to have understood what you wanted to do, because he replaced your hand with his own, jerking himself a little more, before cumming on your face, mostly on your lips, while groaning out your name along with a few praise words.

You licked your lips, tasting his cum and moaned at the taste. He scooped what you missed with his finger, placing it in front of your lips and you sucked his finger, swirling your tongue around it to lick all the cum off of it.

"You taste so good," you praised, making him smirk. His hands reached to your shoulders, pushing you back a little, signaling for you to lay down. Then he reached to undo your own belt and remove your jeans, leaving you just in your panties.

"It's my turn to taste you now, baby" he said, trailing his fingers from your chest, down to your panties.

He softly kissed your belly, before removing your panties too, making your breath hitch, as you were now exposed in front of the handsome man.

He spread your legs, placing them over his shoulders and littered your thighs with small kisses. Finally, he reached the area where you needed him the most, licking a stripe from your folds up to your clit.

He wrapped his lips around it, softly sucking, making you tighten your legs around his head, keeping him in place, your hands back on his hair and your back arching.

You shifted, finding the best angle and let out a moan at the pleasure of his skillful tongue.

"You taste so good too. I could do this for hours." He raised his head to say and dived back in. He rolled his tongue all around and then licked again and again at the same spot that made you shudder.

His hands squeezed your thighs, seemingly enjoying every second of it, maybe even more than you. He moved lower towards the source of your wetness gathering some of it on his tongue, groaning at the taste, the vibrations making you let out a loud moan of his name. He was so good at it, as if it was his job.

He raised his head to breathe and moved up your body, kissing your lips, letting you taste yourself. His fingers moved towards your clit, flicking it a little, before they moved to your entrance. He inserted one finger and started pumping it slowly. His other hand was holding himself up, trying not to crush you with his weight.

He added another finger in and you threw your head back once more, the pleasure soon making you unable to kiss him back, your brain having switched off. He chuckled at your fucked out state and sped up his fingers, his thumb now on your clit.

"I'm about to cum," you warned him and he continued to work his fingers in you, determined to make you cum around them. You groaned out loud at the pleasure, his fingers not stopping riding out your high.

He then removed his fingers making you whine at the emptiness and stuck them in his mouth, tasting your release, making you sigh at the sight. He then hovered between your legs again, before using his tongue to gather up some of the mess he made, making you wince at the overstimulation.

You pushed his head back when it became too much and he reached up to peck your lips for the last time. After the two of you caught your breaths, he let you go to the bathroom first to clean up.

You closed the door behind you and sighed, feeling satisfied with how the night went. You wondered if Minho enjoyed the night too. When you finished cleaning up, you gathered the discarded clothes, Chan entering the bathroom to clean up too. He was surprised to find you there when he exited the bathroom, but gave you a soft smile before guiding you out of the room with his hand on your back.

"Thank you for tonight," he said, kissing your hand like the gentleman he is, as you repeated the words back to him, letting him disappear to find his wife. You scanned the area for Minho and you spotted him talking to some couples, his hair obviously not styled as it was before, but a good enough attempt to fix his post-sex hair.

You walked towards him and he spotted you giving you a soft smile.

"Hi, did you wait long here?" You asked and he shook his head 'no'.

"Just came here five minutes ago," he said and you nodded.

"Shall we go?" He asked and you nodded, saying goodbye to the couples, before heading to your car.

"Did you have fun tonight?" You asked.

"Yeah, did you?" He asked back and you nodded.

You gave him a small kiss, letting your lips linger on his for a second too long, before entering the car.

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Part 2 (Hyunjin) | Part 3 (Lee know) | Part 4 (Changbin)

blossom

PAIRING: bang chan x f!reader GENRE: fluff WC: 0.9k WARNINGS: none, just kisses:] a/n. [based on this request ! my brain never worked so quick when i saw a prompt. everyone say thank you anon for requesting heheh. also, sorry for taking so long to get back to you, dear anon😞]

“A penny for your thought?” Chan asked, taking a seat right next to you, making your whole body shiver when his arms brushed yours. You turned your head slightly, eyes landing quickly on the thing under his nose. You blink before forcing a smile. Act normal, please, act normal.

You really can’t.

It’s not like you haven’t been kissed by him, who has been your boyfriend for the last couple of months. But it hits differently when you dream about a specific kissing scene. Maybe it was the influence of numerous romance dramas you watched, combined with the fact that you can’t get enough of his kiss. Maybe you’re going crazy. Crazy in love. Or it’s a mix of both.

“A penny is too cheap,” you replied jokingly, trying to not sound too nervous. You don’t dare to look at him again because your heart is starting to go thump-thump-thump under your ribcage and one look at Chan might just give you a heart attack on site.

The thing is you can’t get the image out of your head. The dream you had last night. Of you and Chan. Kissing. Under the rain.

It always looks so romantic on TV, but you hate that the majority of them always start after a heated argument. You understand the desperation, you understand the appeal of the angst, but the dream you had last night was just… so… sweet.

“A kiss?” he offered leaning in your direction with a playful smile. Your eyes widen and you can feel heat spread across your face. Chan laughed a little before teasing you even more, making you stand up from the sofa. “You’re blushing, you know that? Haven’t I kissed my beautiful girlfriend today?” he asks, following you to the kitchen where you take a glass of water and drink it hastily. Praying that it could cool you down.

You glance out the window. These days the skies have been a bit moody and then as if on cue, it starts to rain.

Chan’s hand snake on your waist, hugging you from behind. The gears on your head are turning. You had to bring that image to life even if that meant you’ll catch a cold afterwards. But how? You can’t directly say to him that you want to kiss under the rain… It feels so childish… Besides, it will just catapult his ego out of this planet and he'll bring it up to you on all possible occasions.

“Where are you?” Chan asked, pressing a kiss on the side of your temple. It feels like the contact of his lips and your skin turned on the switch in your brain.

You turned to face him, leaning in closer until your nose met each other. His eyes fluttered close, but you use that moment to escape his strong arms into the front door. In the back of your head, you can see him with a lowered head, hands on both hips, all while trying not to smile at your sudden prank. You let yourself roam the road, feeling the rain turn from a drizzle into a more constant shower.

Chan followed you out but made no movement to join you who started to run around in the empty road. It’s been ages since you voluntarily stand under the rain and actually enjoy it. The rain always does an excellent job of washing away your worries for a while.

You stopped, with hands outstretched to him. Inviting. Waiting. Please take the bait, please take the bait, you wished. “Catch me if you can,” was the word you half-shouted to him.

He raised his eyebrow, seemingly unamused. It’s a mental game, waiting around on who can stand being five feet away from each other. But like every other time, he loses this one too when he stepped out from the porch into the pouring rain.

You dodged him when he tried to trap you in a hug, laughing like a little kid. When you look at him, you swear that he’s the prettiest thing on earth. He’s like a flower who just gets watered; vibrant, full of colors. And his smile, God, his smile is enough for you to stand under the rain forever.

You give up at last. Letting him attack you with tickles all over your body.

“I admit defeat,” you try to squeeze in between laughs. He stopped tickling without taking his hands off your waist. Pulling you closer and turning you to face him. “Hi,” you said when you finally met Chan face to face.

“You’re having too much fun for someone who might complain about their cold and runny nose the next couple of days, babe,” he said. You just smile sheepishly before tiptoeing to give him a quick kiss. “That’s it?” he asks back. You nodded in reply. He tch-ed, head dipped to meet your trembling lips. You circle your hand on his neck as he lifts you up from the ground, spinning you around a bit. His lips taste like the honey chapstick he uses, warm against your own.

“That’s definitely better than my dream,” you admit with a wide smile. You’re cradling his head, forehead pressed against each other. Chan laughs earnestly, finally seeing behind the curtains.

“Next time you have some romance scenarios in your head, just tell me,” Chan offered. You roll your eyes, still holding the smile on your face.

What once woke you up from your sleep now becomes the image you see before you close your eyes. A thousand times better than any scenes you ever watch and definitely worth the cold that comes after too.

a/n. i wrote this in like 2 hours i didn't know how it got this long maybe i just missed him a little too much:/

beautiful

PAIRING: bang chan x reader GENRE: established relationship, fluff WC: 624 WARNINGS: detailed mention of insecurities

“how are you so beautiful?” you blurted out of the blue. you were lying comfortably in chan's lap, getting distracted by his ethereal features. his hand stops stroking your hair, peeling his eyes from the cartoon playing on the TV. you offer him a sheepish smile, like those lovesick teenagers.

“are you saying that because i actually am or because you just like me?” he teases you. he can’t lie though, his heart skips a beat when you voice out the question so casually, so innocently. he never knew how to take on a compliment, and you don’t necessarily make it sound like one by the way you candidly say those kinds of things in your mundane routine.

you click your tongue, repressing a smile that’s about to bloom.

“i mean it, you know,” you continue saying. he chuckled before lowering his head to kiss your forehead.

“thank you?” he said more like a question. and you’re holding back from rolling your eyes. one of those days, you’d let it slide (you have tons more compliments to throw at him anyway), but today was not one of those days as you sit up from your position, adjusting yourself to face him. his hand hangs mid-air, throwing you a confused look.

you take it with both hands, placing it in front of your heart (in hopes of sharing all of your truest feelings with the man you love the most).

“listen, channie,” you start, you scoot forward to him until your knees are touching the side of his thighs. you sigh, thinking, this would be so cheesy, but you’d do anything to make this man see what you see every day. “you’re beautiful, the most beautiful person i ever met, the most beautiful person alive.”

“how?” he asks again. because for him, beauty is subjective, it’s a preference.

you look at him for a moment, you want to whip out your diaries, reading all of the entries about him. his eyes search for yours amidst the silence and that’s when it struck you—

“your eyes,” you start again, feeling warmth dominate your heart as you gaze into those pair of russet brown irises. “it’s the color of autumn, when you stand under the sun, it turns into a brighter, honey color. and it’s sweet, and it gives me a sense of home.” he smiled and there was a crinkle on the corner of his eyes that showed his sincerity.

“you look even more beautiful when you smile” you bring a hand closer to his face, poking the dimple that complements his smile. “this is practically my favorite feature.”

and if his eyes are autumn, then his smile is spring. the way he’s able to bring the energy just by smiling is astonishing to you.

you place a hand on his cheek. and warmth radiates from the spot you touched. like the summer sun, without the overbearing heat. and it’s cute and you still have a lot in your pocket.

and he can read you because he quickly pulls your body, enveloping you in a snug embrace that could save you from the excruciating cold in winter.

“don’t say anything more please,” he said shyly. you smile, placing your face in the crook of his neck. you would do this a thousand times more. you would shout about how beautiful he is from the top of the building if you could.

he smiled as he pressed a kiss to the side of your hair. his heart filled to the brim with emotion; pride, joy, love, and awe. and he wonders if it’s possible to be more content than this moment right now.

and oh, how you pledged yourself to shower him with all the love he deserves.

a/n. i think this was inspired by one of his bbl messages i am soooooo whipped for this man it's unbearable.

"Settle Here; Let Me Love You" - [B.C.]

Pairing : Bang Chan / Chris Bang x Reader

Warnings : Overall Fluff, Small mention of Chris' tendency to look down on himself

Word Count: 850>

Looking at Chris was like peering at the hardcover case of a book you'd just bought off a dusty, cracked thrift shop shelf.

The feeling of running your hands over the soft skin of his shoulders and biceps was akin to trailing your fingertips down the spine of the book. It was new to you - had once been someone else's. It was soft and offered a sense of warmth and familiarity but held texture that proved it had been someone else's before sitting on that shelf; Bumps and soft crevices of scars that held experience from whatever may have caused them - be it small accidents or marks he'd had from birth. The gentle ridges of the title printed along the spine were the beauty marks painting Chris' skin; The small print of the Author's name was that of his mother.

Meeting his eyes was the same as opening the cover for the first time; Flipping through the first few title pages that were a soft and small insight on what the story would be about - maybe mentioning who the book was written for; Why it was written in the first place. His eyes held a sincerity that likened that of the first page of the first chapter - and both made you feel the exact same way. It was a breath of fresh air, something of a new start, and looking Chris in the eye - though you had been together for some time now - always managed to bring the butterflies back into your ribcage.

Every turn of the page was a day spent with him. Every sip of coffee was a word on a page; Every word spoken between the two of you was soft dialogue that brought two characters closer together.

His smile was the climax of the story.

The wide, gummy brightness that showed all of his teeth and made his cheeks dimple in deep - His eyes crinkling, shoulders pushing up towards his ears and head tipping one way as a feeling of bashfulness pushed into his chest. The feeling it created in your own was the same as the excitement and joy of sliding your hand over the last page of the book; Reading the final sentence and slowly pulling it to a close, flipping the book back over to peer at the cover one more time before it was set on your shelf to be adored in passing.

And this book wasn't perfect. You knew that; He knew that. With the nicks and scars, dents of being tossed around and told harsh words; The subtle but apparent fraying and tearing of the edges of the cover. It stuck out on the polished wood of the shelf it now sat upon, lingering with the others.

You'd given him a chance.

Took a look at him. No judging by the cover, just flipping through the pages and reading the back to raise a brow in interest - and taken the plunge into falling in love with him and his story.

And though you could read this story over and over - falling more in love every time you spoke even just a few words in exchange with him - you would always continue to learn something new.

"... What?" Chris murmurs, having taken notice that your eyes had been lingering on him for a while now off to the side.

You blink once, twice - then offer your boyfriend a soft smile that he knew all too well. You'd been lost in thought again, peering at him while spacing out and talking to yourself in your head.

"Nothing," You hum in reply, reaching to take his hand and rub your thumb along the ridges of his knuckles. "You're just beautiful."

Chris' cheeks dimple under the sweetness of his smile, his lips pressed together and the corners turning downward in a habit he'd picked up from Changbin. He giggles, looking back down at his phone in favor of trying to hide the red tint that brushes over his cheeks.

You let the brief conversation end there. No more words need to be said, feelings laid out with just a few short sentences between the two of you.

As you peer a bit longer at your boyfriend, the adoration in your chest begins to settle - the excitement of just being so close to him dulling from a rolling boil to a subtle simmer.

Perhaps you'll look back on this again in the future - continue to make the connection after a sequel is written and the two of you are experiencing the journey of the story together - hand in hand, facing the world together under the sunlight of the blue sky instead of being alone under the white lights of a studio.

But for now you'll continue to read the story that is Chris Bang, over and over until your eyes lull with sleep and your hands fight to turn the page. And continue to love it as much as you did the first time you read it through.

Again & Again. | Hybrid!SKZ [B.C.]

╱|、 Pairing : Wolf Hybrid!Bangchan x Fem!Reader (˚ˎ 。7 Warnings : Aggressive Chan, Sexual Content (MDNI), biting, knotting, |、˜〵 choking/pinning, spit/drool, growling/snapping, borderline BDSM じしˍ,)ノ Notes : Day 3 of 4 from the BbokiDwae Collab with @dwaekkicidal!

ㅤ-`♡´- Hybrid!Chan likes to have his way - all of the time. But that's because he views himself as the Alpha in your household, so if you comply with him, it just makes everything easier. And of course, that slips over into the bedroom as well. -`♡´- Which means that he wants you to just sit still, look pretty, and let him abuse your holes until you're reduced to tears that stain the soft white sheets under your head.

-`♡´- Constant, hard, rough, bed-rocking, headboard-slamming-on-the-wall fucking ; whether that means he's got you bent over the side of the bed or he's mounting you from behind - maybe even letting you sit atop his hips while he pushes his cock up into you from below. -`♡´- He cannot do soft sex unless he absolutely has to. And there is a reason for that.

-`♡´- Primal urges are constant when it's mating season for him. He's growling under his breath at people who get too close to you, he always has to have his hands on your waist or in your back pocket, and if you're at home then he's stuck to your side like glue. -`♡´- And those primal urges also transfer into the bedroom as well. He'll snarl at you from behind when you squirm as your orgasm approaches, whispering out that you should stay still if you want it to take and that he's going to keep going until he knows you're full of his pups. -`♡´- If you're not listening and keep moving underneath him, he'll scruff you by biting at the side of your neck and sinking his teeth in just enough to hold you tight. It hurts, he knows it hurts, and he'll apologize for it later with a soft whimper in his voice - but for now he just needs your pretty body to lay still for him.

-`♡´- Speaking of urges - during mating season all they're telling him to do is breed. -`♡´- He's constantly in you - pinning you down with a hand on your neck on the sofa, bending you over in the bed, filling you to the brim against the kitchen counter; He's fucking up into you with heavy balls and a ruddy tip that is always, always leaking in desperation to be rubbing up on your gummy pink walls. -`♡´- And he's got so much cum to give. During mating season his body is constantly vibrating, jittery and aching for release. And one knot is never enough.

-`♡´- He's flooding you with cum so much so that even his knot can't contain it. He'll fuck into you, growl out as soon as his knot inflates and huff as it locks him into you - and even then he won't stop, rutting his hips desperately for more friction until he's grinding his cock deeper against your walls, kissing your cervix with a tip that spurts thick ropes of white to fill you up. -`♡´- And as soon as his knot deflates, it comes leaking out the moment he moves away. So he plugs you up again, cock still hard and eyes rolling back at the way you're so slick now. And how is he supposed to stop then, hm?

-`♡´- There is a lot of biting involved. You're constantly covered in marks of his dominance and adoration by being littered with imprints of his canines - though he knows better and will leave them in less obvious places - both from holding you down/frustration and pent up feelings and from needing to mark you up so others know that his territory includes you. -`♡´- And the man is feral. He's absolutely going to be drooling when he fucks you, tongue sliding over his lips over and over at the sight of how delicious your body looks rocking underneath his as he fucks into you for the fourth time that evening - if you ask nicely, and if you're into it, he may just spit on your pussy too. (He probably will anyway.)

-`♡´- He is determined to breed you. Even if you're on birth control or simply don't want kids (and he knows it), he'll still attempt to fill you up as much as he possibly can. Even though there's just so much cum that it all ends up leaking out in the end.

-`♡´-

"Gonna fill you up. You want that, yeah? You want me to fill you up?" He'll whine to mock your moans, brows crinkling when you choke on your sounds. "Say it." He'll growl, "Say you want it."

"Sit still. Sit still," He huffs, hand landing a harsh slap to your ass before squeezing the tender flesh in an attempt to keep you from moving. "Don't you want my pups, baby? Then quit moving."

"Oh my God, you're so fucking tight. So warm. God, don't ever wanna pull outta this pretty pussy."

"Where are you going?" He'll chuckle, grabbing onto your hips to drag you back to him when you try to crawl away for a small break between fuckings. "I'm not done with you yet."

"Fuck, might break you open. Split your pussy apart with my knot. Think you can take it? Yeah? Well you're gonna."

Trying to find a Fic I lost

So…. I was reading this really cool fic and then Tumblr glitched and I lost it T_T.

I’d be really really grateful if anyone could help find it or lmk if they recognise it🥺🥺🥺

It was a Bang Chan X Reader fic, Reader was a mage and SKZ were…Beast men? The title was something Winter and , with the rough synopsis Reader was the heir of the Mage Kingdom and Chan was the king of the beast clan and reader was the lone survivor when the beast clan attacked the mage kingdom. I can’t seem to remember the author T_T

Any help finding the fic would be really helpful 🥺