#cw chris chan mention

[catiuskaa]

reggaeton & champagne.

PAIRING! lee minho x reader x bang chan

SUMMARY: you knew better than to go down to the club alone. and that guy should’ve known better than to mess with minho and chan’s property.

REQUESTED! by my pookie @sharonxdevi who requested this here! and it’s such a good idea, tysm for trusting me with it<3

CW: the boys may come off as a little possesive, there’s a touchy douche in the club, mentions of alcohol, it ain’t spicy but surely it’s nsfw.

WC: 2.3k

A/N: so i’ve never even thought of writing poly!skz relationships until now, but i think it came out nicely! (and if you kinda recognize the title— i just spend an unhealthy amount of time watching skz edits on instagram lololol)

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The sign of the club glowed with bluish neon lights at the entrance. There was also a man, notebook in hand, receiving IDs prior to welcoming the long queue of people. Although it was not the most expensive nightclub in the city, you could see the difference between it and the rest of the clubs in town, in the sense that the establishment was very tidy and clean, with security personnel scattered around the corners, watching that everything was going out smoothly.

It was unusual for you to want to go out clubbing, but considering the boys’ schedule, any chance to make plans together was welcomed with open arms.

Especially by Minho and Chan, who would never force you to go out, but their lingering stares and their arms that would sneakily clung to your waist or your shoulders —and in some cases, to lovingly slap your ass or thighs—, were meant as a way of encouragement when you dressed up and went for it.

And a way to say that, as always, you looked fine as hell.

You had chosen a short silver-coloured dress that reached your mid-thighs, accompanied by a pair of matching mesh thigh-highs with cute little clips that allowed them to stay in place, only because you knew how to entertain your public, and loved every single second their eyes stayed glued to you as you danced your heart out.

The music pounded against the walls and reverberated through the floor, but not as much as how the booze traveled through your veins, only giddy enough to celebrate how well their last tour had gone, and merely to have some well-deserved fun.

Minho’s hands grasped you by your waist, pulling you off Chan’s arms and smirking as he pushed your back flush against his body.

One of his hands remained in place, but the other one moved slowly, tempting fingers heading down to your thighs, as if walking, the motion almost ticklish. You could feel his cat-like grin from behind you as you looked at Chan, who wasn’t mad at all, rather cheekily enjoying the other man’s antics as you kept dancing against him, following the rhythm of the music.

Chris got closer to the both of you, taking your arms and settling them on his shoulders as he approached even further, now the two gentlemen dressed in fine clothes towering over you.

“Our princess is feeling good today, huh?” His hand cradled your face, holding your chin in a tender grasp, unlike Minho, who started to play with one of the clips on your high mesh stockings.

You were about to say something, but Minho tugged at one of the straps and chuckled next to your ear, slapping it back. Your breath hitched, and you bit your lip, feeling the blush rising to your cheeks, the light foundation you had applied not being able to cover it.

Chris snickered, and Minho lightly bit the shell of your ear, and they both laughed as you squirmed in between their arms.

“Ok, ok—!” You giggled, out of breath due to the tickling and else. You didn’t want to leave just yet, but didn’t want to stop teasing your boys either.

Tugging on Chan’s collar, you propelled him forward, his hands ending on Minho’s shoulders by reflex. You moved your body in between both of them, swaying your hips, playing with Chris’ hair as you turned your head to face the man behind you, and chuckled, biting his lip.

They both felt a rush of blood heading to their face—and downwards—, but you stopped Chan for pushing you against Minho even more, one of your soft hands nonchalantly moving from the back of his neck to his chest, cheekily stroking his toned upper body.

“I think we can use some more drinks, gentlemen.” Your tone was filled with an enticing mockery only powered by their presence, and you licked your lips, feeling Minho’s slender fingers playing with the rim of your dress, tapping your thigh gently.

“I think we should head to the VIP lounge.” He grunted against your ear, his breath tickling your there, but the gentle yet lust-filled kisses he left right below started driving you a bit crazy. “Whaddya think, Chan?” Minho smirked, swiftly lifting his head from your neck to stare at the older man.

With all the mix of bright coloured lights, you could notice slightly how Chris’ eyes grew darker. Almost so dark that they could fuck you themselves, and you squeezed your thighs at the thought.

“I think our little brat needs to learn that teasing won’t get her anywhere, hyung.” Minho’s slender fingers playfully traced mindless shapes on your thigh.

The older man swallowed hard, his breath deepening.

“Guess you’re on thin ice, princess.” He leaned in, and pecked Minho’s lips from above your shoulder. He then turned slightly, and spoke in your ear. “You have ten minutes to go get those drinks. Go up the VIP platform right after, like the good girl you are, mmh?”

His hum almost echoed through your body, falling into an endless pit of arousal that those two gorgeous men had created, now able to make you feel hot and bothered in just a cheeky wink or a deep look.

Making you oh so weak for them. Only them.

“Heard that, kitten?” Minho smirked, lovingly kissing your cheek, as close as he could to the corner of your lips. “Ten minutes. Tick-tock.”

You tried heading towards the bar without your knees giving out as they both moved away, and instantly missed their warmth and strong hold on your body. But before you could even try, Chris tsked, pulling you back to him and almost fiercely planting a deep kiss that lit fire on your body, and almost made you whine when he pulled away, biting your lip.

“Fuck.” He gasped, feeling breathless. “Make that five minutes for daddy, yeah?”

And with a tap on your hips and a teasing wink, he left, following where Minho had gone.

You were unable to wipe the giddy smile off your face, feeling your cheeks get hot, and you patted them, hoping that your slightly cooler hands would do something to low it down.

Shaking your head lightly, you waved at the bartender, a tall, blond and handsome young man, and he gave you a kind smile. You sat on the stool closest, and he approached you, leaning on the counter.

“Nice seeing you here for a change.” He said with a snicker.

“Wish I could say the same, Hyunjin.” You wiggled your eyebrows almost dramatically, making him laugh.

“Your three usuals, beautiful?” He asked with a grin, and you nodded. “Comin’ right up.”

You watched as he gracefully started to show off his abilities, passing drinks and metal cups and bottles in flashes and zooms, controlling every move so swiftly.

But then, you felt a hand on your waist.

“Sorry, scooching up real quick…” said a low voice from behind you.

His hands brushed your back, making you shiver. But it was a bad shiver. One that swiped away the giddiness your boys had left, but not as quickly as your smile took off.

The bold man dizzily sat on a stool that could’ve easily been a foot or two away, and your body relaxed easily at the new-formed distance.

You stared at him in a mix of slight disgust and raw astonishment. Used to your boys and the rest of the group, or people like Hyunjin, one could easily forget that people weren’t always respectful, nice and kind.

He noticed your blank stare, and misinterpreted it as interest. With a wide smile, he bent down, grabbing one of the legs of the stool you were sitting on, and smoothly moved it closer to his.

Another shiver ran through your back, goosebumps showing on your skin.

He smiled, and you held back a frown.

“Besides looking that sexy, what else do you do for a living?”

…

yikes.

That line didn’t only give you the ick, but you also noticed Hyunjin physically flinched, which made you snort, quickly covering your mouth.

The man was so drunk. You could smell it on his breath, and the guy looked rather pathetic. You didn’t feel too sorry for him, but wanted him as far as possible, and you moved to the edge of your stool.

The man looked proud of your giggles, but grew restless when you didn’t reply, so he took a sip from the glass of whiskey in front of him, kind of as if he hadn’t had anything to drink in a while.

You sat up straight, glaring at Hyunjin so he’d call security if things turned complicated, and he winked at you as a form of reassurance.

“Do you, eh, come here often?” He blurbed out.

You looked at your hands, staring at your nails, and waited for a second before giving him a side-eye from above your shoulder, slender eyes looking uninterested.

Quickly going back to your nails, you shrugged. “Enough to know that you don’t.” You brushed off coldly.

If you did, you’d know that I’m happily taken.

He stammered, his breath hitched, and you could almost feel him start getting even more nervous, as well as slightly angry.

“Huh? Why’s that?” He scoffed, eyebrows raised at you, who again, didn’t bother to look at him, a bit wary of his moody attitude.

Hyunjin smiled at you, coldly glaring at the clueless man next to you as he swiftly left the three drinks in place, pressing the red button underneath the counter to call for help.

The man smirked, going back to a confidence you didn’t want to know where he had gotten.

Placing his arm sneakily on your waist.

Huh?

“All those for you?”

Before you could react and slap him for his unrequested bold actions, you heard a grunt behind you.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me.”

At that moment, Chan wasn’t so sure if he was the pacific one in your relationship.

He trusted you and your ability to set your own boundaries, by any means necessary, even if it meant slapping someone across the face.

And he knew them by heart. He had watched how you grimaced, trying to take this drunkard’s hands away from you.

So he helped you by slapping them off your body.

As ‘gently’ as he could.

“Move aside.” He said in a low growl, failing to relax until you moved your hand and took his, squeezing it as a way of thanking him.

Instead of getting the hint, the man frowned.

“Hey, if you can’t tell, I was trying to—”

Minho scoffed, appearing behind the man.

“Keep babbling around our girl and I’ll give you a story to tell.” He said in a dark, low tone of voice, eyes and tongue so sharp that they could almost pierce right through the man. “Now shoo.”

Security came by a minute after and apologized for not taking care of him before, then fined him, following the nightclub’s rules and finally kicked the man out.

One of the security guys approached the three of you, and bowed swiftly, apologizing.

“I’m really sorry. This guy has already annoyed some other customers before. I’ll speak to the owner of the place and see if there is something we can do regarding his situation. As for you, miss…” He gave you his card, and you smiled at him, bowing your head gently.

“My name is Seo Changbin. If you ever need anything…” he sighed, a hand to his nape, the buff man slightly flustered. “Don’t hesitate to call me. I can’t think of another way to compensate you…”

Chan smiled, and shook hands with the security guard.

“No need to worry, mate. It’s fine now.” He stated calmly, his other hand still engulfing yours.

Minho bowed at him, his arm around your waist, as if trying to erase any marks or traces of the drunkard’s touch.

“Home, love?” He said in a gentle whisper, kissing your temple after you nodded. “S’okay.”

Minho opened the door to the car for you, and Chan’s hand never left your thigh the whole way back home.

As soon as you got back, you let out a tired sigh.

Chris hugged you from behind, and you melted under his touch. With a soft grin, Minho ushered Chan’s arms away from you, and swiftly took you in his arms.

“Sleepy?” The older one asked, but you shook your head. You didn’t want the night to end on this note. “Then I’ll go get something. You guys get going.” He smiled at you, eyes soft as he lovingly stroke your cheek, your face resting on Minho’s shoulder.

With a slight smirk, he patted Minho’s butt, and headed to his studio.

“Bang Chan!” He whisper-yelled, ears red, and you chuckled lowly.

“Cheeky little baby.” Minho cooed at you, heading to your shared room, and you giggled softly, hiding your head on the crook of his neck. “Let us take care of you, yeah?”

You moved your head from his neck and pecked his lips. Minho took you to bed, and tenderly took your heels off.

“Shower?” He asked softly, but you shook your head no, so he nodded, taking off your dress. With a cat-like grin, his fingers went back to your thighs.

“You have to wear these more often, you little tease.” He snickered, and you smiled, blushing softly. “You look so good in everything.” He said, stroking your cheek.

Chan quickly came back, fluffy blankets and laptop with him.

“Movie night!” He smiled, almost childishly, and both your and Minho’s heart tugged on your chests.

They took their fancy clothes off and put on sleeveless shirts and the matching pyjama pants you had gifted them for Christmas, who were at first meant as a joke, but remained being used just because how comfy they were.

There, snuggled between Chan and Minho, you smiled, taking both of their hands.

“I’m hungry.” You said, pouting unconciously.

“We can make popcorn if you want.” Christ suggested, pausing the movie.

You sat in your knees, looking at them with a smirk.

Minho smirked back, starting to guess where this was headed.

“What do you want to eat, kitten?”

You snickered.

“I want to have ramen.”

~kats, who hopes everyone understood that kdrama reference just now ;););););)

#im sorry #silly me hehe #for my pookie<3 #sharonxdevi! #hope you like <3 #lee minho fluff #stray kids imagines #lee minho smut #bang chan smut #minchan #minho x reader #stray kids scenarios #stray kids x reader #chan x reader #stray kids #stray kids fluff #kpop smut #stray kids minho #stray kids smut #bangchan smut #skz smut #soft hours #skz hard thoughts #skz hard hours #hard thoughts #chan hard thoughts #minho hard thoughts #skz scenarios #stray kids hyunjin #stray kids changbin

[iutdwae]

— toned.

pairing. bangchan x (afab)reader

cw. thigh / ab riding, size kink and mutual pining if you squint, hints of sub!chan, chan is so desperate when it comes to your pleasure </3 poor baby comes in his pants ><  friends to… something..? kinda pwop because i'm sleepy and i just really love the idea of grinding on chan's abs :<

word count. 1.5k

[ i had to come out of my 3 year tumblr writing hiatus because this has been on my mind for so long, and that picture that changbin had posted of his back did not help at all… ] 

chan's rapid change of physique came to no one's surprise. given his role as an idol, you knew how much he valued being "presentable," to be the visually strong leader of a group of equally strong men. he'd started to spend more time at the gym, and in return, his build had more of an effect on you than you liked to admit: competent abs, the firm muscle lining his torso. the way his skin dips and curves, begging to be seen whenever he lifts his shirt up "innocently," but you swear it's an invitation every time.

suggestive complaints spilled from his plump lips about how sore his body is from his training earlier, the sweat still drying on him as the musk lingers. he's tempting and he knows he is, sleeves rolled up to accentuate his broad shoulders. his arms bulged as they cross over his body. "it's still hot," he excuses, but you know he wants you to take note of the way his veins texture his skin.

yet chan has the audacity to act flustered when you compliment the muscle he's worked so hard for. it's his routine, even in front of the camera: show off just to hide behind his fingers, that familiar red tint flushing his cheeks. but it's obvious he's putting on a front this time. he wants you to need him, too prideful to take you for himself. he's purposely stretching his body upwards, skillful in how he lets a sultry groan fall from his tongue while the hem of his black shirt rides up his waist to expose his defined v line, tantalizingly disappearing into the fabric of his sweatpants. 

he has the audacity to act smug when you find yourself hopelessly rubbing against his clothed thigh, perched on top of him while your fingers ghost the lines of his abs. one of your hands grasps at his shoulders, nails digging into his delicate skin as one of his own rests gently on your hips, feeling the way you roll against him. his shirt had long been discarded, courtesy of your desperation as well as his discreet eagerness. 

"you're so beautiful, princess," he coos lowly, brows furrowed and eyes hazy as he watches your expression. his cock is straining against his pants, just as sore as he claimed his body was, and you can physically feel how wet your pussy is each time you rock your hips forward. "y'like getting off knowing i'm all yours, don't you?" 

you'd never had a preference for body type, but chan's build seemed to break you as you watched it develop; squirming at the mentions of his measurements, wide shoulders with a pretty waist, perfectly sectioned abs adorning his stomach. it was something about him in particular that had you craving him. he was nothing short of a gentleman, respectful and ideal. the type of man you knew your parents would approve of immediately. chris is careful with his words, knows exactly what to say and when to assure everyone he's acquainted with knows that he is no hassle.

perhaps, in some sinister, perverted fashion, it's his pleasantries that had you thinking of your best friend in ways that were animalistic in more ways than one. you caught onto every single one of his innuendos, all of the subtle gestures that you interpreted as bait, that made you wonder how tainted his mind was behind his polite and polished demeanor. watching him carry the weight of his members around on stage with nothing more than a soft breath, you couldn't help but let your mind wander, would he be able to manhandle you with that same ease?

soon enough, he'd slipped your pants off, though instead of settling back onto his thigh, you were straddling his torso, sore cunt draped right on top of his abs. chan let out a guttural whimper at the feeling of wet heat sliding across his stomach, clit catching along the dips of his muscle that sent static down your spine; both of you are sensitive, him in ways he couldn't really explain. "fucking love your pussy, baby," he gasped, dark eyes peering up longingly through long lashes. although there’s no pressure against his waist, he bucks up anyway, rutting his hips into thin air to counteract your own motions. large hands grasp your hips, thighs, ass, anything chan can reach from where he’s leaning back against the couch. “you’re so pretty getting off on me.” he’s desperate to feel more of you, latching onto any skin he can grope, his palms roaming aimlessly around your frame as they dip in and out from underneath your shirt. 

meanwhile, you’re just as lost in the moment as the male is: hips stuttering as you grind down on his stomach, his hardened abs providing the perfect amount of pressure and rigidness that your cunt practically cried for. the soft pants that escaped your mouth matched chan’s rhythmically, whines coated with lust and neediness. you hadn’t been far from the truth, at least it didn’t feel like it when your best friend was just as turned on, grunting as he tried to nudge his clothed erection against you. 

chan still upheld his chivalrous personality, even when his dick was painfully straining on his pants; he didn’t dare disrupt your chase towards your orgasm, moaning lowly as he watched your brows cinch, eyes clamped shut with your mouth gaped open. “gonna come all over me, huh?” he breathed out, sweat beading at his temple. the way your pussy slipped so easily along his abs made him dizzy, sopping wet and sticky against his skin. it was so much more than what he always imagined when he fucked himself into his hand, drunk on the way you used his body like this was what he’d worked so hard for—for you to come all over the muscle he trained for months to develop, leaving red streaks under your nails along his defined back and grasping onto him as roughly as he was groping you. 

you could feel his abdomen tensing between your legs, laying more of your weight onto the male as your thrusts became more fervid and sloppy. your clit was caught right between the ridges of his abs, rocking back and forth as wanton cries fell from your lips to echo his own. with the way you were fucking yourself onto him, he would’ve assumed you were just making up for a lack of proper pleasure; though in reality, you’d just been thinking about how he’d fuck you since the very beginning of your friendship. 

“channie, i’m so close,” you barely manage in the midst of your cries, the sound of your pussy lathering his skin in wetness loud enough for the both of you to hear. what you can’t see behind you is the obvious tent in chan’s pants, going unnoticed for the time being. it’s carnal and shameful the way you’re getting off on each other, his desperate attempts to fuck against you leaving him looking like a dog in heat all while your hips move rapidly on his torso. 

his grasp tightened on your hips, guiding you as he pushes your weight further down onto him, and he’s rewarded by the loud gasp you let out as your body shudders. “come on me, princess. show me how good i make you feel.” chan’s sitting upwards now, his touch trailing up your sides as his eyes never leave you for a second. one hand, thankfully, makes its way between your thighs, his finger rubbing at your clit and he almost moans out loud at how wet you feel under his touch. “c’mon, i’m all yours, baby. let it out.” 

what chan doesn’t expect is for himself to come too, immediately after watching your orgasm seep into the lines of his muscles, pussy fluttering and red at the sudden stimulation. he can feel his own cum pressed against the tip of his cock, staining the front of his pants with a relieved groan. and he can feel the slight burn of the scratches you left on his back while you’re coming down from your high in the security of his large arms. you can only mumble sniffled thank you’s to him while he holds you right against his chest, though he can’t help but rut up against you while you’re properly situated on his lap now. “you did so well for me, pretty,” he reassured you right into your ear, hoping you were too distracted to notice the way he was still trying to grind his cock against you. but the feeling of his wet sweatpants was unmistakable against your bare cunt. you’d speculated that chan had pretty good stamina, and it seemed to prove right when he’s eagerly sliding his sweats off to properly show you just how good he can make you feel.

#i love chan's abs #and his back #i just love buff men #bangchan #bangchan x reader #bangchan smut #bangchan imagines #bangchan hard thoughts #bang chan x reader #skz smut #skz hard thoughts #skz x reader

[chriscentric]

cw // big dick chris, light breeding mentioned at the end [very self indulgent]

chan has a huge dick and i’m not taking a no for an answer. he’s VERY girthy. length wise, maybe 5-6 inch? but yea. he is thick.

his cock fills every ridges in your hole to the point where your brain fogs and can’t think of anything else but him. his scent, his hands, his toned abs, his deep groans and his cock. he also has prominent veins on his dick and a pretty pink tip that is quite sensitive especially after you play with his balls <3

you want him to bottom out? make sure to size train before asking him to do so. i also think he is the type of person who KNOWS how thick his dick is but likes to hear you say it and see you squirm on his cock.

“am i too big for you baby? are you sure? don’t worry pretty baby, you can take it. i’m sure you can.”

“gonna split you open with my cock pretty baby. you like that? yeah? such a good slut for me.”

“take all of me baby, let me feel you squeeze your tight cunt around my cock yeah? you’re gonna make me cum and keep every single drop in you?”

he also strikes me as a person who would highkey have a strength kink. i mean, if he can knock your breath out just by bottoming out in you, who’s to say that he wouldn’t be down to manhandle his pretty baby?

just him pulling you up by the neck while brutally fucking you from behind and barely letting you take a breather due to his strong grip <3 mating press? his most favourite position. 100% would roughly push your knees up to your chest and milk his cock in your cunt and breed you like there’s no tomorrow <3

#bangchan x reader #bangchan smut #bangchan hard thoughts #bangchan hard hours #bangchan x reader smut #stray kids smut #stray kids hard hours #stray kids hard thoughts #stray kids x reader smut #stray kids drabble #bangchan drabble #skz smut #skz dark hours #skz hard thoughts #skz x reader #scroll of love . . . ✶🦇ㅤ

[christronomy]

cw : perv chan kinda, stepcest, age gap (chan is older but reader is still of legal age), groping kinda?? cheating basically (don't read this if you're uncomfortable with these topics)

been thinking about stepdad chan fucking you behind your mom's back. he'd always showed interest in you from the first time you met, but you didn't pay any mind to it. it all started off as some light banter between the two of you, until it progressed to him putting his hands on your waist whenever he walked past you, flirting with you, even getting handsy when your mom wasn't looking, even if she was in the same room. sometimes he'd grab your ass or touch your thighs, and then laugh it off when he saw you jump slightly in your spot from the unexpected contact. you never made any effort to stop him, so he took that as a green light to continue, which meant his behavior progressed even more. it's not like you wanted him to stop, though. you actually kinda wanted to know what he'd do next.

there were really no complaints about him so far—he was a pretty good looking guy (that's an understatement, he's ridiculously attractive), he was kind, always put others before himself, had an insanely attractive accent, he treated your mother so much better than your asshole of a father did, and you can't forget those pretty plump lips of his, the ones that were working on your clit not too long ago, which brings us back to the present moment.

it's not like you wanted him to stop anyways, not when he was now fucking you from behind in the laundry room, your body sprawled over the washing machine, one of his hands covering your mouth to muffle your pathetic moans while his other hand was wrapped snugly around your neck. your mom was cooking dinner in the kitchen, which was a few rooms away, but she had no idea. she was under the impression that chris had gone to shower and that you were finishing up some chores, and the loud whirring sound coming from the extractor hood was enough to cancel out any sound that came from other parts of the house. he already has you dumb on his cock in a matter of minutes, the exhilaration of possibly getting caught causing adrenaline to shoot through your veins, and the feeling of him practically splitting you open made you dizzy with excitement. not to mention the absolute filth he's spitting in your ear. "you like older men like me 'cause they're more experienced, right? they know how to use their cock to please greedy little cunts like yours."

he'll cum inside you and pull your underwear up for you, sticking the fabric up your dripping hole with his fingers to make sure not a single drop of his cum leaks out, then he'll make you sit at the dinner table without cleaning up, because nothing gets him more excited than knowing that your mom has no idea what events ensued moments before, as you sit all pretty with your legs crossed, cause you're trying your best to keep his seed inside you until dinner's over like the good girl you are for him.

#solieverse: planet reverie #*bangs on table* #older dom daddy chan all for me WHEN #“sol's reveries” more like “sol's delusions” atp #stray kids smut #chan smut #bang chan smut #stray kids hard thoughts #skz smut #skz hard thoughts #kpop smut #skz fanfic

[snowyquokka]

cw: mentions of s/h scars, insecurities, hurt/comfort, soft chan, 3rd person fem pov, swearing, mentions of body worship, small caps on purpose (please let me know if i missed any)

wc: 0.7k

a.n - HUGE DISCLAIMER. please please refrain from reading if you’re sensitive to any of the topics above. this is meant to be a vent post and NOT glorification of s/h, mental illnesses, ect. feel free to scroll if necessary. and if you want/need to talk my dms are always open. i love you all <3

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looking at herself in the mirror, y/n sighs. she ghosts her fingertips over the lines of scar tissue littering her outer thigh, each one a reminder of every time she’s struggled.

each one proof that she overcame them. that she survived.

even though she knows this she can’t help but critique them, and herself.

how could she have been so weak, so fragile that she let her thoughts and feelings consume her life so much to the extent that she broke.

fortunately for her, there had always someone there that picked up the shards of her soul that had been scattered around. he glued them back together with his love and overtime handed her heart back in one piece, almost as if it never was broken in the first place.

“hi baby,” chris greets as rests his chin on her shoulder, dragging her out of her thoughts.

“hey,” she mumbles, continuing to run her fingers over the length of a particularly large scar. her boyfriend’s hands move to hold her hips, afraid that if he lets go she’ll slip through his fingers.

“what did i tell you about that, hm?” his voice is low and gentle as he scans over her body. the same body that he quite literally worships, always reassuring her of his adoration.

y/n sighs and pinches her eyes shut so she doesn’t have to look at him as she replies, “criticizing them is almost as bad as creating them.”

chris pulls y/n closer before whispering into her ear, as if they weren’t the only ones in the room. “exactly. now look at me, baby.” y/n shakes her head, feeling too embarrassed.

“baby girl. look at me.” chris manages to keep his composure despite feeling about a dozen emotions at once. though, it’s not the first time she’s been like this and they both know that it won’t be the last. he’s never minded it, actually, and never will. he would rather her talk about her urges then act on them. however, he’d never let that happen as long as he’s alive.

y/n lifts her gaze to meet his in the mirror, watching as his lips curl into his familiar, warm smile.

“there she is,” he murmurs, “can i?” chris’s hand creeps down from her waist to her leg where her shorts are raised, her insecurities on display for him.

she nods as she leans back against his chest. she follows his fingers as they trace over the largest scar tainting her skin.

“no matter how many times i see them, i’m never going to stop loving them. loving you. but you know this already, don’t you baby?” y/n nods. of course she knows, chris doesn’t give her a moment to doubt- or even forget his words. and he never will.

“you’re strong, y’know that? you are so very strong. and i know you hate hearing it but it’s the truth. you persevered and even though it pains me to admit it, you did it all on your own. that takes guts, baby.” chris buries his face in her neck, placing soft kisses on the column of her throat.

they stay like this for a while: his arms wrapped around her as he sways back and forth. he finally breaks the silence after he turns her to face him. he cups her jaw before placing a soft kiss on her lips.

“c’mon. let me run you a bath, yeah? i’ll make you some tea too.” y/n nods and smiles at him.

“thank you,” she laces their fingers together.

“for what, baby?”

“for loving me,” chris frowns slightly and pulls her into a comforting embrace, engulfing her in his warmth.

“you don’t ever need to feel the need to thank me for that, okay? i’ll always be here.”

whoever said that you can’t love somebody else until you love yourself was a fucking liar. chris is walking proof of this

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[bandgie]

Pretty Boy

idol!BangChan x sexworker!reader

a/n: I have another fic in the works, but enjoy this one plz

synopsis: Christopher is a stressed guy. It doesn't matter what he tries to do to relax, he always finds himself planning and nonstop thinking. In an act of desperation, he finds himself in a sex club, wishing for someone to help him turn off his brain. You're more than happy to oblige...for the right price.

cw: NO MINORS 18+ ONLY, PIV, unprotected (no!), sub!chan, light degrading and praising, oral (m!receiveing and mentions of f!receiving), handjob, pullout method (no!), sex club.sex worker (obvi), mentions of alcohol, not proof read lmao, Chris's face is hidden, playful teasing, overstimulation (m!receiving), slight cum eating

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No one will find out, no one will see you. It's a mantra Chris finds himself repeating as he makes his way towards the low lit building deep into the night. He wears all black, a beanie and mask covering his face hoping that it'll disguise him. His hands are shaking as he open the doors, immediately hit with the smell of booze and smoke.

He should leave. Coming here was a bad idea to begin with, but the thoughts in his head were too loud, too persistent, he had to do something about it. There's no way he could keep staying cooped up in the studio, his room, that godforsaken building. It was his heaven, but his hell all at the same time.

The place Chris found himself at was a normal club, people sweaty and rubbing up on each other. He didn't come here to dance though, he came here to forget, to make bad decisions. Chris didn't know this place directly, but he's heard about it from Lee Know who tended to frequent here when he got stressed. If he went to the bartender, asking for a certain someone and pulled a good amount of cash out, they would let him though the secret doors. To the place where real deprived people went.

People like Chris.

So he walked through the bodies of people, ignoring how some touched and groped him. The decision he was about to make further solidified when he stood in front of the bar, watching the three bartenders who were busy mixing drinks. Make sure to ask for the bartender with black hair, Lee Know had instructed. The other ones don't know about the hidden rooms, I had to learn that the hard way.

Then he stopped the bartender with pitch black hair. They had no piercings, no tattoos unlike the their coworkers. They look unassuming, boring, the perfect disguise. The bartender noticed Chris's staring, their eyes snapping to his. They walked over to Chris, carefully setting down the served drinks to a nearby group.

"What can I get you?"

"Uhh..." Chris hesitated. This is his last and only chance to back out. Maybe it would be better to get a normal drink and get drunk with the sea of people around him. No, he came here for a reason. Chris didn't do all this mental preparing for nothing.

"I'm here to see Aphrodite," Chris managed to speak. He watched at the bartender's eyebrows went up, a lot of surprise on their face. "I think you have the wrong person," they replied, taking a few steps back to indicate that they were done with the conversation.

They'll probably ignore you at first, Lee Know predicted. Show them the money, and say Rino sent you. 'Rino?' Chris had laughed at the nickname. 'Yeah dude, can't use your real name at places like those.'

"No," Chris spoke firmly to the bartender, "I think I have the right person." With that, he discreetly pulled out his wad of cash. Korean wons bundled up nicely in his hands. The bartenders eyes went wide, practically turning into green upon the sight.

"Rino sends his regards."

That was enough for the dark haired bartender to tell their coworkers they were stepping out for a bit. They went around the counter far from Chris, beckoning their head in a come here motion. Chris shoved the cash in his pocket and followed the bartender to the back.

They walked until they were at the employee only bathroom, which was surprisingly empty. They both entered the restroom which looked normal at first, save for the weird paintings on the wall. Before Chris had the opportunity to question the bartender, they held out their hand expectantly. The money.

Chris shoved his hand in his pocket and put the money in the hands of the bartender who looked overly pleased.

"The sunflower painting is the door. When the person asks for the code tell them 'in the east.' You're good to go." The bartender didn't spare Chris another glance, instead counting the money they had. Chris took a deep breath, shaky fingers prying the sunflower painting back which revealed a small hallway.

He followed it, shutting the door behind him as he continued on. He was soon enough met another door, knocking on it loudly. The door slightly opened, showing a large man who seemed rather displeased on seeing him. "Where does it look?" The guards voice was gruff, annoyed.

"In the east."

The guard stepped aside, allowing Chris the entry he so desperately waited for. Chris debated on saying thank you, but he was too shocked by the secret room that he didn't have the chance to contemplate. The actual club was dirty, smelly, hot. This room was almost sophisticated, even in how the people dressed.

Women and men were dressed in fine clothing, Chris felt underdressed. Worse than that though, he stuck out like a sore thumb, something he was trying to avoid. The people nearby on sofas looked at him with disgust, it made his skin crawl. On instinct, Chris looked upwards to the ceiling to avoid their judging gaze, and that's when he finally noticed the women in the skies.

The were in large bird-like cages, performing in their exotic outfits. Some cages were lower than others, allowing the men and women below to throw cash at them. When Chris walked even deeper into this room, the women in cages were nude. He was thankful for his mask that hid his blush.

Chris was overwhelmed, his heart was nearly in his chest. He was thankful when he saw a nearby bar, this one much less populated from the previous one. He made his way towards it and took a seat at the booth, asking for a vodka on the rocks.

"First time I take it?" The bartender asked. He served Chris in a smaller sized cup, eyes attentively on his. "Is it that obvious?" Chris asked before taking a sip at the drink. The bartender chuckled, "Very obvious. What are you here for? Gambling? The shows? The drinks? The sex?"

Chris almost choked at his beverage, wiping his mouth as the bartender smiled. "Ah, so it is the sex then," he laughed. "No worries friend, no judgement here. A private room will cost you a lot, but if you ask for a low-grade woman I think they do it cheaper." The bartender then handed him a sheet of laminated paper. On it were names, and prices with so many zeros it made Chris's head spin.

"The backside has the women more in your price range I assume," the server guessed. "A lot of men come here asking for the main girl, but they waste their money too fast. Can't have your cake and eat it too ya know?" Chris nodded at the man's words, thankful for his insight.

Chris scanned the names, guilt eating at him for ordering women like food. The names were all from Greek mythology which a description of how they were like when it came to their service. It made his excited and nervous all at the same time.

It took a few minutes before Chris decided on a woman named Nyx. He didn't know much about the goddess, but he liked the description he read;

Nyx, the goddess of night, who prefers to be in charge. Don't let her sweet face trick you, she's all for the darkest dreams you have. A night with her will make you fly high.

Chris handed the 'menu' back to the bartender, tapping on the name. "Is uh...that a good option?" Chris anxiously waited as the bartender pursed his lips, thinking. "Nyx is not an easy woman to tame," he advised. "Most men like to take the lead, Nyx won't let that happen." Chris sighed in relief, "That's perfect."

It didn't take long for the arrangements to be made, for you to be alerted of your new customer. Your boss told you he was waiting in the room nearby, and to hurry up on getting ready. You ignored your boss, used to his annoying antics.

You applied your lipstick, ignoring the excitement in your belly. It's been a while since someone has requested you, since you've seen a new face. Most of the men that see you are older, too old to actually do anything than lay there. You needed something new, something that wasn't a fossil.

So when you heard that the man who requested you was in his mid 20's, you beamed with glee. A small part of you, though, was nervous. You have encountered men that came with the intention of making you submit, liking the challenged you proved to be. You would never though, unless they paid extra.

Still, you were hopeful that he wouldn't be like that. That this man, whose name is supposedly 'Koala', would let you do your job properly. It's why you dressed up extra nice, spraying your expensive perfume, and wearing your favorite heels.

You looked at yourself in your vanity mirror, satisfied. You left your room with the sound of your heels clicking, making your way to the room with the man you were going to have sex with. Once you approached the door, you gently knocked, waiting for the nervous come in that soon followed.

He sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing his hands on his black jeans. He straightened up upon seeing you, his eyes scanning your body. You closed the door and smiled sweetly at him, "Hey there 'Koala', how's it going?"

You walked towards him, sitting on the bed. Oliver, the bartender that told you about you client, informed you that it was 'Koalas' first time. Basically saying to take it slow, to not scare him away. Even without Oliver telling you, you could tell it was his first time. He wore dark clothes, kept his face completely hidden save for his brown eyes that peeked through.

"Uh, ya know, it's going," he laughs dryly. You hum, gently placing your hand on his shoulder. He stiffened under you, not daring to look your way. "I get it, you're stressed," you purr. "How about a massage? Do you wanna start there?" It took a moment for him to nod, pulling of his shirt and leaving it on the floor.

Your jaw almost dropped to the floor seeing his physique had it not been for your Nyx persona. He was well-built, strong. He had lean muscles that trailed over his body. It took a second for you to take your place behind him, carefully kneading his shoulders. Still, he had his mask on.

"Are you gonna keep that on the whole time?" You asked. You moved your hands lower down his back, pressing your thumb into the parts that seemed tense. God, his skin is so smooth. He nodded, "Yeah, if that's okay." It was a dead giveaway that he was someone popular, someone with a big name. A lot of the people that came here were famous, but took off their mask once alone in the room.

"Of course that's okay," you soothe. "It does make me wonder why though. Do you think you're unattractive?" You leaned down to kiss his back, letting your lips linger on his skin. He sucked in a breath, "I don't think I'm...pretty." You kept giving him kisses, noticing that he shivered when you were on his neck.

"Do you normally care what people think about you that much?" You pressed. Your hands were exploring his backside, his arms. "Yeah, I do," he confessed. You were surprised to hear him admit that, but you took it as a sign that he's getting more comfortable with you.

You nodded, applying some pressure on his shoulders to lay him down on his back. The man let you maneuver him, his hands placed by his sides. "What a stressful way to live," you fake sympathy. You're positioned yourself over him torso, pressing kisses to his abdomen. "Is that why you called for me? Wanted someone else to take control of your life for a night?" You didn't see him nod his head, too busy with tasting his skin.

'Koala' had gotten less tense, even sighing contently you met the waistband of his pants. You unbuttoned the top his pants and he lifted up his hips to make it easier. You pulled them down to see his boxers, slightly tented up. You smiled, moving downwards to be face to face with his half hard on.

With gentleness you touched him through his boxers. He was warm even through his clothing, and happily rubbed him in appreciation. He groaned, thrusting his hips up to get more friction. You bit back your laughter, pleased with his desperation. It makes it all easier on you to take control. Not that you needed to try hard anyway, he was more than willing to let you take the reins.

"Do you want me to take these off baby?" Your voice was slurty. With a breath caught in his throat, he nodded. "Nuh-uh," you tsked. "I wanna hear you say it." 'Koala' lifted his head up his hooded eyes meeting yours. "Please take them off. Nyx, I need you to do whatever you want to me. If I don't like something I'll let you know, but you're doing amazing so far."

That's all the permission you needed to strip him nude. His words left you flushed, even speechless. It's been a while since someone complimented you in such a way, as if they depending on you. It was a weird power trip, but you indulged in it nonetheless. You placed yourself between his legs, grabbing his length in awe. His cock was a pretty color, slightly darker than his torso. His tip was flourished in pink, eager to be played with.

You weren't even touching him much, gentle hands squeezing and stroking. It must've been a very long time since he's been with someone because of how much he was moaning. A part of you felt pity for the man, it's obvious how lonely he's been. You start to wonder what type of job he must have, how isolating it must be.

Since when I start caring about their personal life, you snap out of your thoughts.

With his heavy cock in your hands, you angled it to your mouth. You let your hot breath waft over his dick, watching 'Koala' squirm from the sensation. A part of you wants to tease him, to ghost around him and drive him crazy. You know better than to of that though, he needs unbearable pleasure to forget his life, even if for an hour.

So you lick a stripe up his length, running your tongue over his sensitive head. He whimpered, a beautiful sound that encouraged you do to more. "I can't believe you don't think you're pretty. You should hear the sounds you make. So pretty," you praise him. The man responds well, smiling lazily.

You feel his hands shift onto your head, gently stroking your hair. Ah, he's the romantic type, you think. You place the head of his cock into your mouth to ket your mouth adjust to his shape. He tastes clean and you find loving his musk. You moan on his dick, pressing your head down a little further until you feel your throat tightening.

Chris keened at your lips as he pulled your hair back in a make shift pony tail. He watched as your head bobbed up and down in a fluid motion. He knew his cock was a little thicker than average, and to see you so desperately fit in all in your mouth was more than enough to make him want to finish then and there.

He can tell were trying not to gag around his cock, instead having your eyes water at the stretch. You called him pretty? You should see yourself. Lips red, swollen, glossy as you roll it over the head of his cock. How your waterline threatens to have tears spill every time you blink up at him. The way Chris can see the head of his cock poking out of your cheek. Yeah, you should be the one called pretty.

With his cock wet and hard, you've decided that it was enough to get to the main course. It took strength to pull away from him as your mouth begged to be full again. The man below you missed the touch too, he whined and thrusted his hips up to get you back on his dick. You giggled, using your dominant hand to give him a couple of good stroked before you sat up.

Your customer's eyes never left you, and despite being the only one who still wore clothes, you felt nude. He was looking at you, a person; not you, the object. It made you feel confident, nervous, shy, respected. Maybe it's the fact that because his eyes are all that you can see, it intensifies his gaze more. Still, it was a feeling you hadn't experienced since taking on this job.

"You having a good time baby?" You don't really need to ask. You can tell how eager he is when you straddled him, pinning his chest down with your hands. He reach up to kneed your ass, squishing the soft flesh. "Fuck, you have no idea," he moans. It was then that you notice a slight accent, information you'll tuck away for later.

"I think I do," you challenge. "Look at hard you are, you got my little pussy all wet just from sucking you off." To prove your point, you lifted the little flimsy skirt you had on to flash your cunt. You used one hand to separate your folds, showing your arousal to the man before you.

On instinct, he moved his hand from your ass to touch you. He literally moaned merely from touching you, playing with the wetness. "Shit," he swore. "Is that all for me?" A sudden rush of heat bubbled in your stomach and chest. He must've said it in the heat of the moment, but you couldn't stop the blush in your cheeks from forming.

You bit your lower lips and nodded. You pulled your hand away from your pussy and placed you fingers in your mouth. 'Koala' watched as you tasted yourself, his eyes desperate and wanting. "I would offer you a taste, but I don't think that can happen, can it?" You teased. A look of regret flashed in his eyes for a second. "Don't tempt me," he played right back.

You laughed softly with him, lifting your hips up to finally put his cock where it belonged tonight. You grabbed the base of his cock the angle is towards your entrance, rubbing it to mix your essence. You should wear a condom. You always wear a condom with customers, this man should be no exception. Still, you can't find it in yourself to stop just to grab a rubber. Next time, you promise yourself.

If there is a next time.

Chris clenched his teeth under the mask as you slowly sunk onto him. It was only his tip that was in and he could already feel how tight you were. His eyes were on you as you placed your hands on his torso, carefully relaxing onto him. He heard you loudly hum when you finally took him all in, cunt clenching sporadically around him. A blissful sound left Chris's lips. The feeling of being warm, hugged in all the lewdest way possibles was almost emotional.

Now that you were finally full of him, you rocked against him experimentally. He was girthy, much more than ones you were used to. 'Koala' let you adjust to him, keeping a firm hand on your sides as you grind on him. He really is letting you take fun control, your own personal, warm dildo. You could get used to that.

Your walls were finally accustomed to his cock. You could feel how your pussy molded with him inside pretty much perfectly. You started with gentle bounces, warming up your legs. It was already known that you client was pretty vocal, but you underestimated just how loud he could get. How much he could groan from mere seconds of your riding.

The man cursed, heavy breathing to a point where you thought the mask might be a hazard. "Fuck...shit! I'm s-sorry, it's just so- oh-" he cut himself off with a series of whines. Yeah, there's absolutely no doubt in your mind that he hasn't been getting any in probably years. Instead, you comfort him, something you wouldn't normally do for pathetic customers. "That's okay babe, just means I'm doing a good job huh?"

He nods frantically, half listening and half in a different headspace. It doesn't take you long to start riding in a rougher manner. You could hear how your ass slaps against his thighs. It does take a lot power to keep your composure. To not get lost in the pleasure this man is so willing to be for you. Even in this state, you need to keep it at least somewhat professional.

'Koala' just feels too good. With how his raw dick is sliding easily in and out of you, how he stretches you out in pleasurable angles, when his head hits the very deepest parts of you. Being cowgirl has usually given you the advantage in most cases. Like this, you're able to have your customer not fully settled in, just having a maximum of half their cock inside until they finish. With this guy, you just had to have all of him inside. It was a need.

Your knees were planted on the bed, your hands now placed to hold spill your boobs from the bralette you wore. You cupped your breasts, playing with your nipples as you rocked on him. The man below you groaned, using one hand to move up to also play with your chest. He gently squeezed you, feeling how you settled against his palm. When he decided he had a good feel, he moved his fingers to your nipples.

Not that you could see, but he was salivating. Mouth so desperate to taste at least some of you. He wanted to take your bud in his mouth and bite, lick, suck. You would sound so good, so pretty. You already did, truthfully. He could tell you were holding back though. You tended to barely keep your lips parted as you signed in pleasure. Your moans were soft, careful. He wanted more, he needed to hear how good you were feeling.

You weren't about to let him do that though, not when you bringing him so close to orgasm. His dick was turning an angry red with the blood flow and his hands had gotten more possessive. He helped you with your ride, bouncing you up and down on his cock even though you both knew he wasn't supposed to do that.

Still, you let him have an ounce of control. Plus it helped hit him deeper in your pussy.

"You feel it baby? Gonna come inside my pretty little pussy?" You were breathless as you spoke. You were sure he didn't even hear you with all the groaning he was doing, but he actually began to nod his head. "Fuck yeah....So deep," he whined. "Gonna give you all of it." With determination, he thrusted upwards. You squealed at the impact, biting your lower lip to suppress the moans you wanted to release.

His grip was strong on you, but you knew better than to actually let a man raw dog you and cum inside. You're not in love with him or anything.

So imagine the cry he let out when you grabbed his wrists to rip off your sides, lifting yourself completely off his wet cock. You feel empty without him, but it's a sacrifice you have to make. With your hand, you jerk him off. His dick is slippery and warm, like a trophy of the pussy you gave him.

Chris fisted the sheets, back practically arching off the bed as your soft hands stroked him. It hurt, he was overstimulated. So much pleasure that it was unbearable, especially on the head of his cock. You were merciless and you knew that you were giving him too much. Still, he couldn't stop the deep sob from his chest. The cum the shot through his cock onto his chest, your hands.

You purred at the sight, slowing your strokes at collect his orgasm. He was still crying under you, his pretty eyes glazed with tears. "Oh what a good boy," you praise. "All this for me?" You mocked his earlier words. He laughed, though it sounded more like a sigh.

"Maybe I could have a taste." With that, you leaned down to place you mouth on his semi hard dick. He hissed at the contact, showing how sensitive he was. That didn't matter, you still sucked a little harder than you should've. You could taste his cum in your mouth, surprised that it didn't taste bad. He's staying hydrated at least.

You let a few more licks take place before pulling away. The poor man looked like he was silently begging for you to stop and continue all at once. You wiped the cum off your hands on your skirt, and you felt somewhat guilty for wasting it. Your customer was still catching his breath when you hopped off the bed. You went to the bathroom, grabbing a rag and wetting it with warm water.

You didn't need to wipe yourself that much, it was really for your customer.

You made your way back to the room to see 'Koala' sitting up, seemly dazed. You knew that look, it was pretty common to see when you first started here. It was a look of disbelief. The 'I just really paid for sex with a slut' type of look. You sat besides him, rubbing the cloth in gentle motion on his tummy.

Snapping out of his daze, he looked at you. You glanced up at him, then back to your task. "You doing okay?" You asked. He leaned back so you could get a better view of his mess. "Yeah," he nods. "I was just thinking." You hum in understanding, "The post-nut clarity." His eyes go wide, as if feeling bad for making it so obvious.

You shake your head, "I get it, really. It's not a big deal. Just letting you know though, I'm not giving you back the money just cuz you regret it."

"No!" He almost shouts. "No I mean, I don't regret it. And I wouldn't make you give me back the money. It was good, you were great. It's just been a while for me."

You finish wiping, holding up the cum rag to show him. "Yeah, I can see that it's been a while." 'Koala' embarrassingly laughs, his hand reaching up to play with his ear. Suddenly, you grow curious about what he looks like. You can tell his hair is a dark color, but is it straight? Curly? Wavy? Not that it matters, he got his lay. He probably won't be back again.

"Well, we got about 15 minutes left pretty boy. Anything else you wanna do?" You question, flopping back down on the bed suggestively. He smiled under the mask, and you can tell by the way his eyes crinkle. "Actually yeah, I really wanted to eat you out." His answer leaves you a little shocked, but you recover quickly.

"Is that so? And how are you gonna do that with your mask on?" You playfully interrogate. His eyes blink a few times, then he comes to a resolution. "You have to promise not to look." He pauses. "You just can't look."

Damn, he must really be well known. "Fine," you give in. You grab a nearby pillow and hold it to your chest. You law down on the bed and open you legs. You can hear 'Koala' practically fall to his knees on the ground, his hands encasing your waist. It sucks that you have to have the pillow blocking his face. He would look so pretty with your pussy in his face.

"Let's see what you can do in 15 minutes."

a/n: hheeyy so this my first kpop fic lmao. took a while to write, I really wanted to make it realistic as possible, but that's hard. anywho, sorry about my updates being slow. I got strep throat lets gooooo. feedback is appreciated!

update: second post to this story here! update 2!: third part here

taglist: @whatamidoing89, @panda-wolf, @fatgumsbby, @nekohollowsychogoth

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[alemi-i]

home is with you :

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# bgc x gn: reader ! ( fluff ) ;

cw : mentions of anxiety , sweetheart christopher , chris is a workaholic ( duh ) , pure fluff , pet names : baby , angst if you blink !!

a/c ; lowkey don’t like this, just wanted to write about chris !! 💌

wc : 439 ?!

your hands trembled in fear. standing in front of chan’s studio, your legs slightly faltered; you knew how much your boyfriend hated to be pestered whilst doing work, but you missed him. 

it was nearing midnight and all your calls and texts had been shut away, so you figured to reach him in the way he couldn’t ignore you. you lean your head against the door, but everything is tranquil. you can only listen to the A.C floating in the background. hand hovering on the doorknob, your fingers think faster than you do — wrapping around the handle and swiftly opening the door.

he is there; immersed in his computer, sleeves of his hoodie rolled up, light hung over him, and he is gorgeous. you’re stood awkwardly at the doorway, unwilling to take his attention away from work.

he, however, seemed to notice the change of aura in the air. his head snaps towards you and his heart flutters; you’re wearing his shirt with a jacket layered atop of it. his jacket. his eyes peek over to his phone, reviewing the time: ‘11:49PM’. 

the way his eyes softened at you blew all your anxiety away. “channie, i-i’m sorry to interrupt but i miss you.. a lot.” you mumbled, eyes scanning over his features, trying to find any hint of anger — but he smiled. the same smile that made your heart beat louder, faster, and harder.

he sighed, “sorry baby, i’ll be done soon okay?” his feet push against the floor, chair rolling away from the table. “come sit while i finish up.” his voice is tender, and he softly motions towards his lap. you waste no time straddling him, arms wrapped around his neck. you feel his left arm curl around your waist, pulling you closer to him. your head is nuzzled into his neck and a smile creeps up your face. “i love you.” you whisper, you feel his heartbeat on your chest. 

“i love you too.” he giggled, and you feel at home. chan’s love washing away the flame of worry in your body, and you feel at home.

a few moments pass before he speaks up again, “sorry i’m working so late.” he murmurs, placing soft kisses on your temple. “let’s go home now, yeah?” he proposed, voice hushed in case you’d fallen asleep.

“‘m already home.” you chimed, arms squeezing him slightly. you can’t see it, but you’re sure he has a stupid dorky smile on his face — you do too.

“you’re such a flirt.” he snickered, lifting you up along with him; your legs wrap around his waist as you feel your eyes power off.

#skz x reader #skz fluff #bang chan x reader #bangchan fluff #skz imagines #lemi’s fics !! 😽

[vampwritesstuff]

🤍 𝐒𝐊𝐙 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 (hyung line)

overprotective!little brother!ot8(separate) x older sister!reader

Request: Hello, I was excited to see you’re opening requests. I've had this idea brewing in my head but I cannot write to save my life. Am thinking of a version for each SKZ member - overprotective younger brother SKZ who's proud of your success in the corporate world (you're all he talks about and hes got them intrigued), but refuses to introduce his noona to the member because he's wary of their flirtatious ways or even crush on you. And then you turn up at an event to surprise your brother and then... I'll leave the rest to your talented imagination because I don't know what kinda ending I'd want for each SKZ member.

cw: none really, just me trying to be funny, the short scenarios are lowkey bad but it was so difficult to come up with different situations and not reuse the same one over and over 😭

Ngl, I giggled and squealed when I saw this request, thank you for being my first request for Stray Kids and I’d be happy to make this for you! Buckle up buttercup, this one’s a long one! This was taking so long to post, and I feel so terrible about that, so I’m going to make two parts for this, the next part being the Maknae line and hopefully that will be done soon! If you guys do enjoy my writing, please consider checking out my masterlist !

Bang Chan

You’re not much older than Chan, but you’re so successful at your corporate job back in Australia that Chan often talks about you to his members and sometimes his fans.

He has for sure mentioned you on his lives, and everyone can see that he really cares about his older sister.

Definitely doesn’t take kindly to fans asking if you’re single or attractive, he’s never given out your name or shown what you look like just because of that.

With the members, it’s not that he thinks they’ll purposely flirt with you, but his protective brother side just gets the better of him and he’d rather not take the chance. The boys are very interested in meeting you but even they don’t know your name or what you look like, and they love their lives enough that they don’t push Chan.

The boys are so confused when you first show up at the concert in Sydney, confused as to who you are until Chan calls you Noona, then they’re all over you once Chan (reluctantly) introduces you to them.

Personally, I don’t think they would be able to flirt with you knowing you’re their hyung’s older sister, which makes you older than them obviously.

I.N and Felix absolutely would ask if they could call you their Noona too 🥹 Seungmin would totally have to hold back on his ‘Chan is so old’ jokes just cause he doesn’t want to make you feel old.

You were waiting backstage for Chan with Hannah, your little sister had practically begged you to come with her to the Stray Kids concert. You hadn’t been to any of your little brother’s concerts before as your job always kept you busy, and you felt a little guilty that you hadn’t been able to attend before now. So when the concert date coincided with your vacation days, you knew you had to jump on the opportunity.

The cheers from the stadium arena were so loud that you wondered how Chris and his members were able to handle it. You kept yourself occupied with Hannah by talking about Chris and his friends, Hannah claimed that they were a rowdy bunch and from what you had seen online while trying to be a little involved in Chan’s idol career, you didn’t think for a second that she was wrong.

You heard him before you saw him, his voice unmistakable to you. He was laughing and joking with his members, whom you regrettably couldn’t name off the top of your head. What can you say? Chan never talks about them with you, and you don’t see much about them often enough in order to memorize them.

“Christopher Bang Chan, what do you think you’re doing to that poor boy. Put him down.” You chided your brother as you saw him walking backstage with one of the boys thrown over his shoulder. The sound of your voice made Chan stop dead in his tracks, making a few of the members behind him bump into him. “Y/n? Noona, what are you doing here?” He asked in surprise, ignoring the looks from his members, as he set down the fox looking boy and walked over to you to engulf you in one of his infamous hugs, he also pulled Hannah in for a hug too despite her protests.

“Decided to surprise you, my vacation days lined up with the concert and Hannah begged me to bring her so.. surprise?” You hummed once he let go, “Chan hyung, are you going to introduce us or are we gonna be left in the dark over here?” Seungmin pipes up. Chan definitely tenses, realizing he needed to introduce you to his friends but you beat him to it, already walking over to them. “Hi, I’m Y/n, Chris’s older sister.”

That’s all it takes for the younger ones to start asking you more questions, and your heart swells when Felix and Jeongin ask to call you Noona as well. “Yes, of course you can!”

Lee Minho

I actually don’t think Minho would talk about you much to anyone but the other members, like yeah, the fans know he has an older sister but any more information they have runs dry after that.

The boys are definitely curious though, cause Minho actually talks about you a lot with them, saying how you’re the co-CEO of a company that raises and donates money for charitable causes.

Even though he shares a lot about you to his friends, he gets weirdly protective over his calls with you cause he doesn’t get to speak with you often.

Literally locked the boys out of the dorm once cause they would not shut up while attempting to say hi to you during one of your rare phone calls.

“I am going to stuff your mouths with tissues and air fry all of you.”

Minho and the rest of Stray Kids were at a fansign event, they were all exhausted. They loved getting to interact with Stay and everything, but it always took a lot of energy from them to keep up with their fans’ excitement. Minho was the last seat, the line of fans seemingly unending to him.

You were at the fansign, unbeknownst to your poor little brother, who had tried so hard to keep you from meeting his rowdy group mates. You had introduced yourself to each member by just your name, and conversation was smooth. Weirdly enough, each boy had felt like they had heard your name and voice before, but they passed it off on being tired. You were the last in line anyway.

Minho hadn’t noticed you until you were literally standing right in front of him, had to hold himself back from leaping over the table towards you. The boys have never seen him talk so animatedly with a fan before. Then they heard him call you noona and they immediately realized who you were.

Chan may or may not have asked staff to keep you afterwards, or it might’ve been Lee Know. You won’t be finding out any time soon.

When the fansign event was over, all of the boys found themselves rushing to properly greet you. But Minho had picked you up and kept you away from them.

“Hyung! Let the pretty lady down!” Changbin whined, but that just spurred Minho to keep you to himself. “Nuh uh! My noona, you guys can’t have her!”

Seo Changbin

You’re his older sister by 5 minutes, yes you’re his twin.

You could’ve easily followed him into the idol industry, Changbin tells you all the time that your visuals would kill. But you just didn’t want that life for yourself, and he respected that.

He’s actually very proud to call you his noona, and doesn’t let anyone forget that he has a successful sister.

“My twin sister is an ambassador for a corporation, and is one of the most reputable women in her position.”

Has told the members how you were his biggest supporter during his predebut days. They secretly admire you very much for that.

Very thankful for you cause they otherwise wouldn’t have Binnie as a member and friend if not for you.

Fans know he has a twin, and you’re actually very active on his socials so fans actually know who you are, they love you. I think the boys at one point looked up your socials and got shy because of how pretty you look, definitely felt a little guilty for thinking like that, but they couldn’t help but agree with Changbin about your visuals.

Tbh, I really don’t think he would try to keep you from meeting them on purpose, they’ve definitely asked but Changbin just never had the chance to set anything up with you since both of you have extremely busy schedules.

“Binnie!” A familiar feminine pitched voice shouted from the front row, Changbin turned around quickly on stage, surprised to have even been able to hear you apart from the crowd.

Changbin excitedly moved over to the other side of the stage where you were standing in the front row, a huge smile on his face as he waved at you. The cameras caught this moment, showing you on the large projection screens in the stadium. The crowd cheered loudly at seeing the Seo siblings in the same place. Obviously, this caused the other members to noticed as well.

For the rest of the concert, each of the boys had, at some point, come around to you and interacted with you a little bit. Changbin made sure to put on a show of shooing them away from you. The rest of the concert was fun, you occasionally appearing on the screen when Changbin would start rapping as you hyped him up, cheering the loudest from your section of seats.

After the concert, some staff had corralled you backstage and a loud, excited Changbin came running up to you and picked you up in a bear hug that made you laugh loudly. Once he set you down on your feet, all the other boys had gathered around to meet you officially. You bowed respectfully as you introduced yourself and the boys couldn’t help but think you were the cutest person to bless their eyes.

Hwang Hyunjin

You’re a famous model that also owns your own clothing line, it’s also very well known that you’re Hyunjin’s older sister.

Hyunjin is always wearing something from your brand, and Stay has made a game out of finding what piece of his outfit is from your brand, it’s even got its own hashtag on social media.

Hyunjin will even model for you when he has the chance to do so, but let’s be fair, he does it everyday anyway.

He’s so proud of you, and always talks about you with anyone who will listen.

Felix is the only member who has met you because you had been at a Louis Vuitton fashion event that Felix had been invited to attend.

Hyunjin definitely wasn’t happy about not being there to introduce you himself. (And maybe worried that Felix had charmed you)

You were sat at a table, enjoying a flute of champagne and eating fancy food that you couldn’t pronounce the name of. These kinds of fashion events had always bored you, sitting at an assigned table with designers and models that you knew nothing about and having to listen to the event host drone on and on about what a privilege it is to have so many guests attending.

But your interest was suddenly piqued when the host announced that they had a few special guest models, all the way from South Korea. Your eyes widened greatly and you nearly spat out your champagne when you watched Hyunjin and seven other males step onto the the runway, modeling random designs. Your brother and his bandmates had come to this event as well and you hadn’t even known.

When the event was over, the guests were left to mingle. You immediately stood from your seat and made your way towards the table you had seen your brother sit down at. When you got there, Hyunjin had his back facing you as he spoke with Felix, who smiled when he noticed you. “This is treason, Hwang Hyunjin.”

Your sudden voice behind him made the poor boy jump in surprise and nearly spill his drink on Felix who just laughed. Hyunjin quickly turned and met your eyes with surprise. “Noona? I didn’t know you’d be here? And what’s this about treason?” He asked, still recovering from the shock.

“Modeling for someone else, I see how it is, your noona’s designs aren’t good enough anymore.” You feigned your sadness dramatically, which had Felix pitching in, “Ah, no worries, I can always replace him as your model!” Which had Hyunjin raising his hands in defense and attempting to sputter out an argument. “I may have to take you up on that offer, Jinnie doesn’t seem to love his noona anymore.” You jokingly pout, jutting out your bottom lip and looking away from your little brother with exaggerated movements.

“I see where Hyunjin gets his dramatic personality from,” Felix says, finally able to see the resemblance now that you and your little brother were standing side by side. Laughs erupted from around the three of you as the other members watched the exchange and saw both you and Hyunjin give Felix the same side eye.

“Oh yeah, I can see a resemblance, right down to their attractive looks too.” Han commented, immediately gaining a scowl from Hyunjin who very much disliked that his friends may think you were attractive, it was already apparent that Felix thought so.

Consequently, this cause Hyunjin to spend the rest of the evening corralling you away from his friends at every chance he got.

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[tadashisdisaster]

Hello! How do you feel about writing daddy!chan?

Cw / Twˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Pet names, love, sweet thing, baby, a bit of fluff, Soft Dom ! Chan, a wee bit of breeding kink, mention of marking, porn with some plot bc Chan works hard, pussy slapping, squirting, Chan takes a pic of fucked out reader, small overstem, cussing OFCCC, reader uses daddy once?, if I forgot anything let me know🤍 Tadashi’s Tangerine addition🍊

AN~ 😱daddy Chan?! I was about to dm you to ask you what you meant, but my introverted ass decided not to. Torn between dad Chan or kinky daddy Chan✋🏻💀. I’m a bit slow, I haven’t slept properly in a month now😂😂

Your soft pants and Chan’s low groans was the only sound heard that night. “Fuck baby, y’so tight-“ his breath hitched in his throat. He’d been away for so long. You missed him so much it hurt being apart for so long.

You bounced on the tips of your toes, excitedly holding the white paper sign that read ‘Channie’. You look around, eyes wandering to a man dressed in black cargo pants and a tight black shirt to match. His curly hair bounced with every swift step he took.

You squeal and run towards him. “CHANNIEE!” Chan drops his duffel bag, lets go of his suitcase handle, and opens his arms bending his knees a little so he can scoop you up in a bear hug. “I missed you sweet thing.” You giggle as he put you down, your hands resting on his biceps. You hum, shyly looking down at the ground, then back at him through your eyelashes.

“I missed you too Chris.” You give him a soft smile, and a quick peck on his lips. “Let’s go home, yeah?” You grab his suit case and slowly run away (if you can imagine that?). He gives you a goofy, love struck smile, grabs his duffle from off the floor and runs after you.

Quickly catching up, he tousles your hair and takes your hand swaying your intertwined hands as he talks about his tour.

Chan had your legs spread wide, squeezing here and there at your plush thighs. He drives you insane with his slow yet deep thrusts, making mewl and claw at his back. He marked your neck, tits, and thighs with dark purple and pink splotches. He snaps a quick pic of you dazed, and shiny with sweat and spit covering your body.

“Sweet, sweet thing. So drunk on daddy’s cock hm?” You don’t respond, just moan and whimper his name. Chan slaps your pussy making jolt from the stinging pleasure. “Answer me love.”

“Mmm, love daddy’s cock, feel you right here.” You guide one of his hands to your lower tummy. Chan pokes the small bulge making both of you moan. “Fuck, that’s so hot-“ Chan bites his lip, his hips becoming erratic.

“Oh fuck Chris-“ he smirks drilling his cock into your raw cunt, “You like that baby? Feels good huh?” He says between harsh thrust. You roll your eyes to the back of your head. You felt your orgasm approaching. “O-oh, d’s-stop, m’so close.” You slur. Chan rubs fast circles on your sensitive clit.

You dig your nails into Chans back making him groan into your neck. You squirt, his unwavering thrust spraying your juices all over his and your stomach. He was quick to follow after you, pushing your legs up to your chest. Chan throws his head back, coral lips parting in ecstasy. “Fuck sweet thing, gonna let fill you up like the good girl you are, shit shit shiiiittt-“

His hips sputtering as he fills you to the brim with his warm seed. He thrusts 3 more times before pulling out. “Can’t let that go to waste Hm baby?” He gathers his cum that was leaking from your raw and abused hole, stuffing it all back in, fingers slowly going in and out of your pussy. He leans over to give you a gentle kiss to your lips and cheek, removing his fingers from your warm walls.

You both sigh. You roll over to face Chan. He was giving you a cheeky smile, “What?” You breathe out a laugh.

“Round 2?”

Thank you for reading my Tangerine Addition fic🍊

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[starlostastronaut]

DAY 03 | A STATE OF MIND

PAIRING: bang chan x reader

GENRE: angst, hurt/comfort, eventual fluff

WC: 1.76k

CW: (not only) appearance insecuritues (chan), mentions of hate comments, implied panic attack/mental breakdown (chan), there's crying, and lot of kisses, y/n used like once, chan gets called baby

PROMPT: you're beatiful - the rose

well, the angst is here. trust me to take a cute song and turn it into this lol. i promise it gets better as we go, and i don't really go into much detail, but still mind the cw. i still hope you enjoy <3

title from you're beatiful - the rose

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You knocked on the door to the 3RACHA + Hyunjin dorm. Tapping your foot against the ground, you waited for one of the boys to let you in. “Come on, guys, come on,” you murmured, growing more and more impatient with every second that passed. This truly was the worst time to forget your keys at home. But you were in such a hurry to get here that the thought of bringing anything but the absolute essentials, such as your phone or the keys to your own apartment, hadn't crossed your mind until you were halfway to the dorm.

When Changbin called you twenty minutes ago, begging you to come over, you weren’t thinking straight. As soon as Chan's name was mentioned, you grabbed your stuff and ran out the door. Poor Changbin didn't even get to finish what was so urgent, but that didn't matter. You will find out when you go there. What mattered was the fact that something was going on with Chan, and you were too far away from him. So there you were, in the hallway of the Stray Kids’ apartment complex, standing in front of the door like an idiot. Just as you were starting to entertain the thought of busting the door down, the doorknob moved and revealed Minho in a similarly distressed state as you. His hair was messy, his hoodie rumpled, and there were a few faint damp patches around his chest and shoulders.

“Thank god you're here.” Minho let out a sigh of relief, ushering you to come inside and towards Chan's room, not even pointing out the fact that you didn't take off your shoes. Oh, so this was really serious then. Minho was very particular about these sorts of things, so the fact that he now completely ignored one of his precious house rules spoke volumes on its own. Walking through the apartment, you noticed the rest of the members sitting or standing around, looking similarly uneasy. Hyunjin and Jisung paused their murmured conversation with Changbin to give you a small wave as a greeting, which you returned. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Seungmin comforting a crying Jeongin, but before you could inspect the scene further, you were dragged away by Minho. “Yongbok is with him right now, but he keeps asking for you,” the dancer said, placing a hand on your shoulder blade and gently nudging you towards the closed door.

“Um… Do you mind telling me what exactly happened? I kind of rushed here before Changbin got the chance to explain.” You ran your hand through your hair, suddenly feeling a bit awkward.

Minho didn't make a big deal out of it. “It's been a hard few weeks for him. And you know how he is, he never tells us anything and keeps it bottled up. I don't know what set it off, but with the deadlines closing in three days and the haters getting more active lately, I guess it got too much. He broke down about an hour ago, and we don't know what to do,” he explained with the same sad and worried tone he greeted you with. You nodded, and Minho carefully opened the door.

Felix raised his head to the noise, and his eyes sparked up when he saw you. Though it wasn't the usual spark in his eyes, this time it was much more bittersweet. I'm glad you're here, and I'm sorry I can't help more. “Chris, Y/N is here,” Felix whispered in English, gently running his fingers through Chan's hair to make him acknowledge the information.

Watching the whole scene unfold in front of you, you could feel your heart breaking into a million pieces. The two boys were sitting on the bed, Chan cuddled up to Felix. At least he wasn't crying anymore, so that was already a step in a better direction. He still had his face buried in the younger one's chest, though. One of Felix's arms was steadily wrapped around Chan, while the other was now massaging his scalp. Chan looked so small and vulnerable, curled up into a ball like that. You had to fight every urge to run over there, pry him out of Felix's arms, and never let go again. But you knew you had to approach carefully.

Kneeling down next to the bed, you gently ran your hand around Chan's back, letting him know you're here. "Baby," you whispered. “Baby, it's me. Can you look at me, please?’ you said, getting up on the bed as well. Felix gave you a weak smile, and slowly, with so much care, he disentangled himself from Chan, who immediately latched onto you, grabbing you with a force you didn't think he was capable of right now. You didn't even notice Felix and Minho leaving the room; all your attention was focused on your boyfriend the moment you saw him.

“Want to tell me what happened?” you gently asked, hugging Chan tighter when he shook his head, mumbling something about wanting to just hold you for a while. You nodded with a sad smile. “Of course.” He'll tell you later, if he wants to. For now, you would just hold him, knowing that just your presence helped him. He said many times in the past that just being close to you always made him feel better. But now that saying has reached a completely new, heartbreaking level. You watched Chan get comfortable with a stinging pain in your chest. It hurt to see him like this, clinging to you like he's drowning and you're the only thing keeping him above the water.

For a while, you just stayed, intertwined with one another. For the whole time, your fingers gently brushed through Chan's soft curls because you knew it always helped to ground him. As the minutes passed, you felt how Chan's breathing slowly steadied, and he was coming out of his current state. 

Feeling him move, you smiled and helped him into a more sitting position, but you still kept your firm hold on him. Reaching over for the bottles of water Minho brought in some time ago, you handed one to Chan. “Feeling better, baby?”  

He took the bottle and opened it, bringing it to his lips. He set it back down and nodded in response to your question. “I'm sorry… Don't know what…” he mumbled. “The deadlines and comments... It was too much.” 

“Shh, it's okay.” You began stroking his hair again. “They're wrong. Whatever they said to you, they're wrong.”

Chan looked at you. His eyes, always so sparkly and happy, were now heavy with sadness. “They said that I'm not a good leader. That I don't deserve to be an idol because I'm ugly with no talent,” he whispered.

You felt a burst of anger inside you. “Channie,” you said, more insistent this time. One of your hands came to rest on his jaw, your thumb gently caressing his cheek, while the other interlocked your fingers with his, holding his hand tightly. “They're wrong. You're a great leader. No one loves the boys more than you, and we both know you'll do anything for them. You take care of them, of me, of other artists in your company. You protect them when it's needed, and you help them grow and achieve their own success outside of the group. Are those the qualities of a bad leader?” 

Chan shook his head slightly. 

“Exactly. You are the best leader they could ever ask for.” You smiled at him, hoping to convey how much you loved and appreciated him with that one smile. And it might have worked. His face lit up a tiny bit. Blink and you would have missed it, but at this point in your relationship, you were so accustomed to Chan that you sometimes felt like you could read his mind.

“And I don't know who said that other thing, but they need their eyes checked,” you continued. “You are beautiful, Chan, inside and out. From your adorable curly hair..." You reached to kiss the top of his head. “Over your eyes, your nose, your entire face, to your lips.” After every feature, you placed a kiss on that spot, and your heart swelled with happiness when you heard soft giggles coming out of Chan at the fact that he was being showered with kisses all over his face. “And even if the haters don't think that, who cares? Their opinion doesn’t matter. Beauty is much more than looks. It's the personality as well. You have thousands of fans ready to tell you the same because it's true, but you need to believe it yourself. Please try, for me?”

You leaned in to press a final kiss on Chan's lips. When you pulled away, you noticed tears beginning to form in the corners of his eyes. “Oh god no,” you murmured. This was the last thing you wanted to happen. Just as you thought he was getting better, you made him cry again.

“Happy tears. It's happy tears,” Chan quickly said, noticing you getting into your head. “It's okay, you didn't do anything,” he assured you, a small smile creeping up on his face.

“I should be the one telling you that,” you chuckled, cupping his face in your hands and wiping the tears away. 

“Can't have you steal all the spotlight, can I?"

That did get a full laugh out of you. A joke. That meant Chan was coming back. “I'm glad you're feeling better,” you said, your voice sweet and sincere.

“Thank you. For being here and... and helping. I promise I'll try for you,” Chan said, and you lit up at his words. It was going to be a long and difficult road, for sure, but this was already a huge step in the right direction. Then he yawned and snuggled up closer to you. You stroked his back a few times. It was understandable. He was exhausted, both physically and emotionally. “I'll go tell the boys you're okay, and then I'll come back so we can sleep, okay?”

You got a murmured okay in response. Smiling, you gently laid Chan down on the bed and gave him a last kiss into his hair before walking towards the door. When you looked over your shoulder before exiting the room, he was curled to himself just like before, but this time his breathing was slow and steady, his face calm, as his body was finally ready to let go and relax.

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[mercurywritesstuff]

Truth, dare, or strip|| BBF! Seo Changbin x GN! Reader

Summary: You were in a months long relationship with your brother's best friend. What happens when your brother finds out?

Cw: written on mobile, fluff, slight angst(hidden relationship), suggestive, Swearing, allusions to sex, Lee know being an asshole, Seungmin being a menace, Consensual stripping, drinking(not reader), established relationship, reader is Bang Chan's twin, Bang chan referred to as Chris

No use on Y/N. You/Your pronouns used. 954 word count

You were fucked.

Your twin brother, Christopher, had this friend group, right? Despite being close with him, you barely knew their names. That's fine, you weren't that clingy.

Then why was his best friend so fucking hot? And kissing you like this was his last night having lips?

"We shouldn't be doing this," You whispered as he pressed his lips to yours in a familiar hunger. It felt wrong, but it felt so good.

Changbin's hands held your hips as you groaned into his mouth. It was a frat party, one that your brother was hosting. And his best friend is sucking the life out of you through your lips.

Did I mention he was your brother's best friend? The same one that was going to jump your bones, like he has for the past six months.

"He should know," Changbin pulled back, panting heavily.

"Do you want to die?" You questioned, tilting your head. He let out his signature giggle, before latching his mouth on that sweet spot between your jugular and your collarbone.

You groaned at the feeling, before pushing him away. You started to fix your outfit and hair that he so rudely messed up, patting away the hands that wanted to hold you again.

He was pouting. Oh God, how you hate when he does this. "He's going to be even more mad if we keep this from him. I don't think I can stand watching my friends flirt with you anymore, and we both know I can't be keeping this big of a secret that im fucking his hotter twin."

It was no secret that you were hot, Chris was your twin after all. You glared at him, face becoming hotter at the compliment "Seo Changbin, if you tell him before consulting me, I will withhold sex for at least a week."

He chuckled breathily, grabbing you by your hips and hovering over your ear. "You know full well that you won't be able to stay away from me. You're the one that pulled me into this closet, remember?" He whispered huskily, biting the shell of your ear softly.

You gasped, face turning flushed at his boldness before slapping his chest playfully. "Shut up." You mumbled, before slipping yourself from him and exited, leaving a highly amused Changbin behind.

There was a small crowd left this late, including your brother's friends. You joined the group, getting a drunken hello from both Felix and Jisung. Or was his name Jake? You couldn't remember.

"You okay?" Chris asked, looking at your flushed face concerned.

You nodded. "Yep. I think I'm just warm." You sighed. That wasn't a lie, you were hot. It just wasn't from the temperature in the room.

You heard a voice call your name, and when you turned, you were met with a smirking Lee Minho. You rolled your eyes.

"What?" You spat, getting a surprised look from your brother.

"Jeez, what has your panties in a twist? We're starting Truth or Dare or strip, and you're playing." He hums, which you shook your head.

Before you could decline, the rest of the group cheers and practically begs you to join. You were very susceptible to peer pressure, so you relented. What could go wrong.

Oh, you shouldn't have spoken to soon.

You were half naked with a bunch of fully clothed men around you. In truth or dare or strip, if you don't fulfill your truth or dare, you have to strip. You were dared to kiss Minho three times by Seungmin, the little rat, and you would rather die before kissing your enemy.

"Truth or dare?" Seungmin asked again with a grin, getting a groan from you once more.

"Truth." You said, trying to avoid losing more of your dignity.

"What were you and Changbin-ah doing in the closet earlier?" Seungmin asked, the grin widening when all heads snapped to you. Chris was getting suspicious, you knew for certain.

You had to answer, or you'd be flashing people tonight. Changbin, who had joined recently and was to your left, stiffened.

"Answer the question or show us some skin!" Hyunjin teased, getting two sets of glares.

"Yeah, what were you doing in there?" Chris asked, scarily calm and looked at you with a scrutinized glare.

"We..." You gulped. "We were making out." Cheers grew around you, hollering and congratulating Changbin and you. Chris was zoning out, making you nervous.

Another round went by, and some more people were getting naked with you.

"Truth or dare?" Chris asked in a small voice. You bit your lip, thinking hard what you should respond with.

"Truth." Why did you say truth?

"How long have you been involved with Changbin?" He asked. You heaved a heavy sigh.

"We've been together for a little over six months now. Dating for five." You didn't need to add the last part, but the way that your twin was staring at you broke your heart. You couldn't read him.

"Can I see you outside?" Chris asked, your hand getting a squeeze from Changbin. You nodded, following your brother outside when Jisung lost his pants to strip.

You stood in silence. Just as you were about to answer, he cut you off. "Are you happy?" You smiled, of course he was worried about your happiness.

"Very. He makes me very happy." You answered truthfully.

"Good," He said, before hugging you tightly. "I didn't want to have to kick his ass."

You laughed, hugging him back. "You and I both know he's too sweet to hurt me."

"That's right." You both parted, before moving inside to your boyfriend, who anticipated you with a smile.

Maybe sleeping and getting in a relationship with your brother's best friend wasn't a bad thing

#skz #bang chan #changbin #han jisung #hyunjin #lee know #skz imagines #writing #jeongin #lee felix #skz x reader #stray kids changbin #skz bang chan #straykids #skz changbin #skz jisung

[christronomy]

drunk words are sober thoughts // bang chan

cw: fluff, suggestive, it is implied that chris and reader are fwb, reader is drunk, brief mentions of sex, mentions of alcohol, kissing, cuddling, chan is referred to mostly as chris/channie. not proofread. if i missed anything lmk <3

you were drunk. too drunk to even process how you got here, but you weren't complaining. you were in chris's room, in his bed, laying in his arms as gently ran his fingers through your hair. you and your best friends had gone out to a mutual friend's party, only expecting to get a little tipsy, since all you wanted to do was let loose and have some fun after a long, exhausting week. it seems like you really underestimated your tolerance this time, which meant you texted chris without realizing it, which also meant he came to your rescue even though you didn't necessarily need him to. he didn't even take you to your apartment. instead, he brought you to his dorm room, ignoring your drunken pleas for him to take you home and let you crash in your own bed. he insisted on keeping an eye on you so he could make sure he'd be there to help you nurse your hangover in the morning. he just wanted to make sure you were safe.

"but, why?" you whined, your voice dragging out, and you huffed against his chest as you looked up at him, a small pout on your lips. chris held in a giggle as he spoke, mimicking your tone. "we've already been over this, see? you're too drunk to even remember," he said, his gaze meeting yours.

"if you wanted to fuck me, you could've just said that, channie," you said, a playful lilt in your voice, and chris's eyes widened at your boldness, his ears turning a bright shade of pink. even in your drunken haze, you couldn't help but tease him, you found his reactions awfully endearing. "i- well- no, i'd never take advantage of you like that... and we're just friends, yeah? we don't even sleep together that often, only sometimes. and it's not like i thought you texted me for that or anythi-"

you giggled and cut him off with a soft, chaste kiss on his lips. "was a joke, channie, you pervert!" you exclaimed softly, throwing a weak punch at his chest and leaning your forehead against it. a bashful smile formed on his lips, and he leaned his chin on your head as his hands moved to caress your back now.

you leaned against him for a long while, listening to his heartbeat and enjoying the comfortable silence, the way his fingertips ghosted against your clothed back. you loved his touches, they were waist gentle, affectionate. it was a subconscious thing now—him pulling you in for a hug or spooning you whenever. you weren't even together, but it seemed like he couldn't not be this close to you when you were around. although sometimes you would playfully push him away or call him annoying, you couldn't help but enjoy this, the way he was so touchy with you comforted you in a way that only he could.

"channie?" you muttered, breaking the silence, your voice slightly muffled by his shirt, and he hummed in response right away. you were a bit dizzy and extremely exhausted, the alcohol really getting to you now, so you couldn't muster up enough energy to look at him as you spoke. "i love you," you said, and chris felt his heart almost stop at your words. you'd never told him you loved him before, not even as a joke, and never when you were under the influence. this was new.

"you love me, hmm?" he asked quietly, and you giggled again, turning your head to lean your cheek against his chest. "mhmm... love you," you whispered, your words slurring as you felt yourself dozing off. it wasn't long until your breathing slowed down, and he could tell you were asleep by the way your body weight was fully against him now. he knew you wouldn't remember what you said in the morning, and that it was most likely just the alcohol speaking for you, but something inside of him really hoped you meant it. "i love you, too," he whispered, kissing your forehead softly.

#solieverse: planet dream #don't mind me just orojecting and stuff #i love soft channie ok bye #skz fluff #bang chan soft hours #stray kids fluff #stray kids fanfic #skz soft thoughts #skz soft hours #stray kids soft hours #bang chan fluff #chan fluff #bang chan soft thoughts #stray kids soft thoughts #bangchan fluff

[pupphe-additions]

✬Evie Story Teaser✬

Word Count: 2109

cw/tw: night terrors, flashbacks, light talks/mention of multiple types of ab*se (physical and sexual), ptsd episode, mentions sh, has swearing

a/n: anything intalics is spoken in English.

March 20, 2021

Evie wakes up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat and she bolts up in bed and lets out the loudest scream she’s ever made in her life and starts to hyperventilate. Her corgi, Aurora, comes jumping onto her bed and lays on her lap to try and get her to calm down but Evie is having vivid flashbacks and doesn’t even notice the dog. She starts crying and hugs her knees tightly to her chest, causing the dog to instead lay next to her staring at her owner helplessly, as she starts to tremble. There’s some knocking on her door from one of the boys but she doesn’t notice.

Evie just woke up from a memory like dream and it reminds her why she hasn’t been sleeping much since what happened right before her hiatus. Aurora starts to lick the back of Evie’s hands as she cries into her knees. She’s remembering all the times she’s been beaten down, both in a literal and verbal sense, and just used and hurt. Evie starts to dig her nails into her skin and rock as her mind continues racing and is flooded with all of the bad she’s been trying to run from all these years. She is more specifically remembering why she went on this hiatus to begin with. 

A few weeks before this Evie had been sexually harassed by a man who claimed to really love her and her group. He groped her lightly and tried to do more but she slapped him across the face as hard as she could. She then shoved him and screamed at him calling him an awful person and running to one of her staff members, who had left her only for a few moments. When the staff asked her why she looked so scared and stressed Evie just calmly told them she wanted to go back home and they then quickly finished what they needed to do and then escorted her back to her dorm room. She has yet to tell anyone about what happened because at the time she didn’t think it was that big of a deal, but clearly it was if it caused her to get like this. She shakes her head crying.

The knocking is more insistent and she could hear a voice from behind the door. Concerned, gentle, urgent, tone saying something she can’t quite make out as she continues to rock and claw at her skin until she bled. She knows she has to talk about this with her therapist sooner now than she originally planned to and she’s not looking forward to it. Evie can hear someone at her door finally breaking from her spell in her mind.

“Evs? Evs, ya ok?” the voice calls from the door again.

Evie speaks barely above a whisper saying, “It’s open…” 

The door opens fast and Chan comes running to the side of Evie’s and sitting down swiftly grabbing onto Evie’s hands to make her stop digging at her own skin. He glances around the room for anything to clean up the blood but he can’t find anything so he looks at Evie with gentle concern.

“Ah, Evs, what happened? What’s got you all worked up like this Bug?” Chan asks. “Would you like me to help you clean that?”

“I…” Evie stops and just nods, tears falling still. 

Chan gets up and quickly grabs a med kit from Evie’s closet, they decide to keep it there after Chan found out that Evie tends to hurt herself both intentionally and by accident. He starts to clean up the scratches, which were much deeper than he’d thought they would be. Evie was clearly getting lost in her thoughts again so Chan gently rubbed his thumb against her cheek.

“Bug, what happened? Why did you scream?” Chan asks in his quiet gentle older brother tone that always melts Evie’s heart, it always reminds her of Hudson when he gets like this.

“Huds…” was all she could say.

“No Evelyn. It’s Chris not Hudson.” 

“Huds…!?” She then just burst into tears and Chan pulled her into a gentle hug before grabbing his phone and calling Hudson.

“Chris? Why are you calling me at this ungodly hour? Is my sister okay?!” Hudson can be heard speaking extremely fast and concerned.

“Physically? I guess. Mentally? No. She kept saying your name so I decided to video call you.” Chan replies as he props his phone up so Hudson could see his sister and vice versa if she wanted to.

The room falls silent as Evie just sits there staring blankly at Chan’s phone. Hudson tried getting her attention but it didn’t work, Evie was officially lost in her own mind again. Hudson started to pace his room as he watched Chan comfort his sister the best he could. Chan started to sing one of Evie’s favorite songs and she immediately snapped out of it, staring at Chan in awe. She wanted to join him in singing but she couldn’t bring her heart to do it so she just listened to him gently singing to her.

“You remembered…” She whispers as he finishes.

“Of course I did. How could I forget?” he says smiling at her kissing her head very softly. “Are you ready to talk now, Bug?”

Evie reluctantly nods. “I had a very vivid bad dream… It was like part memory, part nightmare…”

Chan sits next to Evie gently and helps Luna, Evie’s other dog onto the bed before speaking in a loving tone. “Would you want to talk about it?”

Evie takes a shaky breath before speaking again. “Exactly two weeks again I had some creepy man…” She trails off for a moment. “Grope me… In the dream things went… farther… I don’t want to…”

“You don’t have to.” Chan cuts her off noticing how uncomfortable she is with this topic. “Did the staff see it happen?”

“No… I smacked him and ran to the staff before it could get worse…” Evie said in a defeated tone. “I’m sorry for not telling you”

“It’s okay, I would never be mad at you for not telling me something right away that traumatized you.”

“But that’s the thing. I didn’t tell you guys because I thought it wasn’t that big of a deal. Like I didn’t think it was bothering me until tonight… If I’m honest though it’s part of the reason I asked for the hiatus…”

“I hope that cunt fucking rots.” Hudson interrupts.

“I think we all do Huddy.” Evie says with a smile when she notices Chan called her brother.

“Thank you for picking up Huddy but I’ll call you in the morning. You have the twins to tend to. I love you.”

“I love you too Evs, call me when you wake up again if you decide to sleep or call me when you plan to make those brownies.” Hudson says before hanging up.

“Did I wake you?” Evie asks anxiously.

“No, I wasn’t asleep yet, I think you woke up Minho though.” Chan responds, causing Evie to frown.

“Another thing happened too… If you want to hear…” Evie starts to trail off and starts to space as she talks.

“Are you ready to talk about it?”

Evie shakes her head no but starts to talk anyway. “During my trainee days when I lived with that one roommate, someone broke in and… hurt me…”

“Hurt you…?” Chan asks gently “Where?”

She shrugged before putting his hand on her cheek and he gently kissed her on her cheek.

“You didn’t deserve that Bug.”

“It gets worse…”

Chan just pulls her into a hug silencing the broken younger idol. Evie allows herself to crumble into him and she starts to gently hit her head off his chest, a common occurrence between the two. He gently puts his hand on the back of her head and pulls her closer to him. Chan can’t help but to feel angry and pained over the fact that Evie had to go through something like this not once but twice. He knows what she means by it gets worse, he doesn’t want her talking about it when she clearly isn’t ready yet. The hiatus and extra therapy is making a lot more sense to him now. 

“We don’t need to talk about it Evs, do you want me to call the boys for a movie?” Chan asks when he notices she’s starting to shake.

“No they are sleepin.”

“Then do you want to watch a movie with me?”

“No, you need to sleep.” she said kind of coldly.

“You know I won’t be able to sleep because I’m worried about you.”

“Exactly why I should just never talk about my issues again.” Evie is clearly frustrated with herself.

“Bug, I’m not upset with you.”

“Is Minho awake…?” Evie asks after a few minutes of silence.

“I can go check if you’d like, if he’s not do you want anyone else?” 

“Lix or my baby?” she says with a shrug before she lays in the fetal position on her bed.

Chan nods before checking to see who is awake. While Chan is gone Evie takes that time to cuddle close to her dogs and tell them about what happened at the apartment to get it off her chest without having to tell the boys yet.

“He thought I was alone so he tried to…” Before she could finish her thought she heard footsteps and curled tighter into a ball. 

The footsteps go away and she continues “He tried to make me… ya know…” then she gestures to her mouth. Her dogs look at her confused.

“Make me ya know. Slob on the knob I guess.” she says before chuckling at her own way of describing it. “I know you guys don’t know what I’m talking about but mama needed to get it off her chest.”

“Mama?” Hyunjin smirks from the doorway causing Evie to nearly jump out of her skin and she chucks a pillow at him.

“Fuck you!” Evie shouts out of fear before taking a deep shaky breath and sitting back up. “I’m sorry… Did I wake you… Did you hear what I said to them…?”

“Yes you woke me, but it’s okay.”

“But did you hear me?”

Hyunjin walks into the room and gives her a hug as he lies and says. “No I didn't, I just walked by when you called yourself mama.”

Just then Chan, Felix, Minho, and Jeongin all walk into the room and they engulf Evie in a group hug. Evie starts crying again. The love these boys show her is something she never thought she’d experience, nor did she expect. She feels extremely undeserving of their friendship.

“Chan said you had a bad dream, is that why you screamed?” Minho asks after the hug breaks off.

“Yeah. I’m sorry for waking you guys. We should get some rest…”

“You seem reluctant to sleep.” Felix observes.

“That’s because I am…” Evie admits quietly while running a hand through her hair, just after Jeongin sneaks in another quick hug.

“Do you want to sleep with one of us?” Hyunjin asks gently, shocking everyone in the room including himself.

“Could I?”

“Who?” Chan asks.

“Lix?”

“Of course! Let’s go.” Felix said eagerly

“Will the staff be mad that I’m switching rooms for the night?” Evie asks with a frown.

Felix flashes a smile “Truthfully, I don’t give a fuck, I miss hanging out and sleeping with you. Let’s go cuddle, bring the dogs with you.”

With that Felix and Jeongin walk out of the room, Hyunjin following after telling Evie goodnight and kissing her on her head. This leaves only Evie, Minho, and Chan left in the room and Evie is shocked to be pulled into a tight embrace from Minho.

“You know, I hear you crying every night right?” he whispers to her hoping the other boys don't hear him.

“I’m sorry… I’ve been through a lot…” Evie tells the younger boy with a sore heart.

“I know noona, and I’m sorry for that. You have us now, never forget that. I love you.” Minho says hugging her tighter than he ever has.

“I love you too Mini.” Evie says, squeezing him back. “Never call me noona again though.”

Minho smiles before taking his turn to leave and Chan walks her to Felix’s room. When she gets there she hugs Chan goodbye and tells him to try and rest. Felix assures the older boy he will take care of Evie before they head to Felix’s room and cuddle until Evie eventually falls asleep watching Felix rest peacefully.

#evie story teaser #pupphe #pupphe additions #pupphe evie #kpop addition #stray kids addition #skz addition #stray kids added member #skz added member #stray kids 9th member #skz 9th member #stray kids female additional member #skz female additional member #kpop oc #fictional kpop oc #fake kpop idol #fake kpop community #kpop female oc #kpop female addition #kpop additional member #kpop au

[escapetheshark]

Rice Porridge, a fluffy Bang Chan drabble

I'm having cramps and I made myself write this to feel better lol. Of course I couldn't just write a normal scenario and had to make it a little angsty because who am I if not a suffering enjoyer. Bang Chan x fem!reader fluff, slightly angsty, safe for everyone. CW: menstruation

The knock at your door startled you off your rocks and you grunted as you dragged yourself from the sofa to the front door, poncho messily draped over your shoulders, a cuckoo's nest for hair and dark circles down to your knees.

"Chris, I-"

Your best friend stood in your doorway, grocery bag in hand and quickly hurried into your studio apartment, closing the door behind him.

"My sister told me you called in sick from work," he said, setting his bag down on your tiny kitchen counter, signaling you to go sit back down. "I got it, I got it."

"I did, yeah," you nodded, sitting on one of your mismatched kitchen chairs. "My cramps are really bad today."

"She did mention."

You glanced at the bag curiously, wondering what he had in there and watched as he removed random things from the inside and quickly rummaged through your cabinets, taking out several utensils.

"Seriously, just go lie down, I got you," he insisted, giving you that stern father of 7 look he had mastered over the years of being the leader of a local dance crew. "Don't make me manhandle you!"

You chuckled at the idea, even if deep down, you'd enjoy being manhandled by your best friend. Sure you weren't feather light and didn't look like much, standing at a whopping 170cm and probably no heavier than 72kg, but you'd seen him lift serious weights at the gym so you didn't doubt he could actually rough you up. The thought alone caused your ears to turn red and you were glad he was so enthralled in whatever he was doing in your tiny kitchen that he didn't notice your transformation into a tomato.

Your TV had been on but you had long forgotten it, especially now that Chris was in your kitchenette doing whatever he was doing, his back turned to you, you watched as he leisurely paced around, grabbing stuff off your cupboards and messing with your stove. When he turned around, he found you flustered staring at his body, but he didn't seem to register that you were admiring him.

"Okay so I asked my mother for her weird remedies and she gave me this recipe," he explained as he placed a tablecloth on your coffee table, followed by a mug of fragrant liquid and a bowl of what looked like rice porridge. "I'm not the best cook but I hope it's good!"

His smile could light up the darkest night and the way his eyes lit up when he talked about anything he loved just made your knees weak. The dimples when he smiled, the way his eyes would disappear into little crescents when he laughed, the barely visible freckles all over his nose that he thought nobody noticed. But you did. You noticed everything about him and you loved every little detail.

"Thank you, Chris," you smiled, blushing, as you slowly blew on the porridge in an attempt to make it colder. "It's so kind of you to come help."

"Anything you need, you know you're my best friend." There it was again, the cute little dimples. You smiled back, overcome with sadness from being confronted with the fact that he viewed you as his best friend and not more.

You soon finished the food he had made you, which wasn't half bad, and his special potion and just having him next to you did have a healing effect.

"I have to go to work, but I promise I'll come back tomorrow," he embraced you and you could have died right there. He smelled nice, his body felt warm against yours and you almost forgot about your disastrous uterus. "I brought some ibuprofen and chocolates too, here." He got up and placed the plastic bag on your coffee table. "Get some rest, my love."

Chris placed a warm kiss to your forehead, something he had never done before, and then left your apartment. You'd have to cope with your feelings for him some other time, perhaps when your uterus wasn't trying to eat itself.

You pretended he was still there, a hand on your back, rubbing it gently and those sweet brown eyes on yours. "I love you," you whispered into nothingness. You'd deal with that later.

#bang chan x you #fluff #idk how to tag

[chelledoggo]

vent post (CW: chris-chan mention)

something that always fucked me up as an autistic person is how much Chris-Chan was made fun of for receiving disability money and not working.

granted Chris' reasons for this are more selfish than mine.

i have chronic fatigue/pain, debilitating anxiety/depression, and work-based trauma.

i'm not lazy like Chris.

i'm tired.

i'd KILL to have the physical and mental fortitude to do something with my life.

but i don't.

i never will.

#vent post #shut up chelle

[ddemonseonghwa]

The Devil’s Heart [10:46 P.M.]

Devil! Bang Chan x Black/Female Reader

The birth of this fic came from my hyper fixation on Tekken, specifically on Devil Jin, which I’ve loved since childhood. You’re welcome, and don’t question my methods. ♥️🤭

This is the reference, by the way~

Day Seven: First Love ♥️

Underworldnet Season of Love Event ♥️

Smut smut smut, major size kink, daddy kink, hair pulling, spanking, breeding, oral (m/f receiving), etc.

CW// brief mentions of past sa and murder, mental health concerns.

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She was his first love, the love of his life. The only one who accepted the truth, accepted the devil.

The only one who accepted that he was the devil.

Seven moaned lightly as he carried on.

“Look at you…. On your knees for the devil…. You’re such a bad girl.” He told her. His clawed hand gripped her hair, using it as a way to hold her still while he continued to thrust his thick, long cock into her mouth. He briefly pulled out and looked down at her. “Daddy…. P-please….” She pleaded. “What do you want, baby girl? Speak up.” He told her, his red irises trained on her. “I-I want you to f-fuck me.. p-please….!” She begged loudly.

As soon as she said that, he spun her around and put her on her hands and knees on the bed. Her back was pressed to his chest as he slowly pushed his cock into her pussy. She gasped, clenching on him as he didn’t wait at all. He started thrusting, pushing his cock into her with no mercy.

Seven felt her eyes well up with tears at how good his thrusts felt. “…. O-oh my g-god…!” She whimpered out loud, her pussy fluttering around his cock so soon. Chan snapped his hips forward, thrusting into her at a pace so brutal anyone would’ve been concerned. But regardless of the pace, Seven loved every second of it. Every thrust was so powerful, so hard, so deep and so rough…. Yet so good that she couldn’t ignore it. She loved every part of the rough sex they were having.

She shivered as his cock slammed right into her sweet spot over and over again. The delicious pleasure made her tears spill from her eyes, her senses feeling like they were on fire. Right when she thought he was partially done, one of his clawed hands came down and smacked her ass so hard she was surprised there wasn’t a scratch on her skin. She whimpered as he kept spanking her the same way, his hand coming down on her ass in a sequence.

“D-daddy…! She yelped as he continued. His other hand gripped her hair and pulled her hair back, the pain stabbing her scalp just like the pleasure stabbed every one of her senses. “Speak, princess.” He told her, his thrusts never stopping or slowing down. “I-I’m c-close….!” She cried out. Before she could say anything else, he pulled out, flipped her onto her back and pushed his thick cock back in. She watched as he kept thrusting in, his hips slamming into hers in brutal thrusts. He leaned his forehead against hers, careful so his horns wouldn’t hurt her.

“Cum for me, princess. Show me how good girls behave, regardless if they’re with the devil.” He urged, a seductive smirk on his face. Seven nearly cried out as his cock continued pushing in over and over again. His hands gripped her thighs, making her scream as his cock struck so much deeper as they both got closer to their climax. “Cum with me, princess, just like a good girl.” He told her, and with that, Seven let go.

“C-Chris….!” She screamed as she came, coating his cock in her cum. He followed right along with her, his cock painting her walls white with his own cum. He held her hips as he gave it a few more harsh thrusts and then came to a stop. Seven was panting, practically gasping for air from the intense pleasure that came seconds ago. Chris pulled out gently and leaned down. He did not wait as he delved his tongue into her pussy. Seven cried out, fisting the sheets and his hair as she felt him eat her out. “Fuck, baby. Pull my horns.” He growled. Seven giggled with lust as she gripped his horns, grinding her pussy on his face.

The pleasure of him fucking her was already so good, but now she was pleasurably overstimulated. Chris was practically draining her, yet she moaned as he kept eating her out. “Mmm…. So sweet, princess…. You always taste so fucking sweet.” He mumbled as he licked her slit. He held her by her inner thighs, keeping her legs open with his raw strength. Seven fisted his hair, huffing as she felt more cum spill out, right as Chris licked it up. Only then did he finally ease up and pull away. He looked down at her, letting her reach up and touch his abs right where the devil marks were. That’s when Chris felt it— he felt himself coming back.

The devil began to slowly vanish and allow him to return to his human form. His horns went away, his black feathered wings shrank, the black marks on his chest disappeared, the metal-clawed hands changed back to his regular hands, his skin became more human-looking, the gem on his forehead vanished along with his red irises, and he had completely returned. Chris took a breath before opening his eyes to look at her. He leaned over and pressed a kiss on her forehead.

“You did so good,” he whispered. “Are you okay?” He asked her. Seven smiled gently as she nodded, wrapping her arms around his. “That was so hot…. We should do it again sometime.” She said softly. Chris chuckled lightly as he ran his thumb along her skin. “I didn’t know you’d like it that much. Thought it would freak you out. I didn’t expect my devil to want to be close to you like that.” He told her. He laid down, pulling Seven on top of him. She shook her head and pressed a soft kiss on his lips. “I trust you, Chris. I could tell you were still in control.” She told him.

She snuggled up to him as he pulled the sheets over them, exhaustion starting to hit them both. “I love you, Seven. I meant it. You’re my first love. The first one to accept that this is me. The love of my life.” He said. She blushed, cuddling close to him. “I love you, too, Chris. You’re my everything, and I’m grateful to have you in my life. Thank you for always protecting me.” She replied.

“Of course, love. You know I’ll always protect you.” Seven hugged him tighter. “You really killed him?” She asked softly, her head against his chest. “I did. Fucker had it coming, especially after what he did to you.” Chris huffed. Seven smiled as she snuggled into him more. “I’m sorry you had to see the aftermath of that. The crying, the nightmares, the investigations, the trauma therapy sessions, the psychological diagnoses, all of that. I didn’t want you to have to witness that.” She admitted. Chris lightly squeezed her waist. “Seven…. It’s not your fault. I killed that fucker. And though it doesn’t reverse anything, I did it to protect you. I’m always gonna be by your side.” He responded. Seven hugged him tighter. “I love you so much.” She mumbled sleepily. He wrapped his arm around her waist as she quickly slipped off into sleep. He kissed the top of her head.

“I fucking love you, and I’ll do anything to protect you.”

#ddemonseonghwa #ddemonseonghwawrites #stray kids #tw: smut #underworldnet valentines day event #underworldnet season of love event #underworldnet #bang chan #bang chan smut