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whydoeseveryonewanttobangchan · 1 year

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PART 1: 🚪 Whats wrong with a little privacy, huh? 🚪

✎ Pairing: Chan x fem!reader

✎ Genre: Slightly smutty fluff (?)

✎ Summary: Your boyfriend takes you out to a nice restaurant, but you end up eating something not on the menu.

✎ CW: Tbh kissing. I hope you like kissing.

✎ Word count: 2,118

✩ A/N: Spicy part 2 is live!✩

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“You look beautiful tonight, by the way,” Chan says, shooting you a quick smirk while he drives.

He always looks effortlessly sexy in the car: one hand on the steering wheel, one somewhere on your leg. Tonight, it’s high up on your thigh, squeezing and rubbing the bare skin just under the hem of your dress.

“Thanks, baby,” you reply. “You, too, of course.”

“Oh, stop,” he chides. “You’ll make me blush.”

But he does anyway. Even in the dark, you can see his cheeks take on a slightly pink hue. It’s so easy to make him flustered sometimes.

The way the moonlight hit his skin was enough to make you giddy, too. His umber eyes glancing back and forth between the road ahead and your thigh, the way his wide nose slopes down and curves just above his plump, pink lips, his silver hoops swinging back and forth in his earlobes when you hit a rough patch of pavement. He was like living art. And he was all yours.

“So….” he starts, trying to change the topic inside your brain to something less… him. “You excited for the seafood?”

“Mhhmmm,” you mumble, still entranced by the god next to you. He’s gonna have to try harder than that.

He catches your eyes for a second and giggles before squeezing your thigh.

“Stop looking at me like that,” he says sheepishly. “I can’t handle that look in your eyes.”

“What look?” you ask, fully aware of what look it is. But it’s always fun to hear him describe it.

“Like… like you’re…” he says between glances. “Like you love me. A ridiculous amount.”

“Like you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life?” you add.

“Yes, that,” he says with a laugh. “It’s making me nervous. And… excited. I have to focus on driving and you’re over there looking at me like that — it’s so distracting.”

“Fine, fine,” you surrender and smirk. “I’ll save my lovey-dovey eyes for when you’re not operating a murder machine.”

“Thank you, my love,” he says appreciatively, reaching for your hand to bring it to his lips. “So, as I was saying… seafood. What do you think you’re gonna eat?”

“I’m not sure,” you say, shifting your glance to the road. “Clams definitely. Oysters maybe? Do you wanna share something?”

“Yeah, that sounds good. I’d love to share with you,” he says, squeezing your hand he still holds between the two of you.

The rest of the drive isn’t long, but keeping your eyes on the road is agony. Every brush of his thumb on the back of your hand fills you with raw emotion you need to channel back to him, but you fight to keep your eyes to yourself for the sake of his sanity — and your lives, apparently.

The car pulls into the parking lot, and he finds a spot easily. Once it’s in park, Chan removes his seatbelt, shoots you a wink, and says, “hold tight.” He exits his side, shuts the door, and hustles over to the passenger side where he opens the door for you with a slight bow.

“We’ve arrived, my lady,” he says and holds his hand out for you.

“Oh, thank you, good sir,” you reply, placing your hand in his to help you out of the car. “What a lovely gentleman you are.”

He shut the door, places his hand at his waist and holds out his elbow for you to take.

“Shall we?”

“Of course.”

You walk arm in arm toward the entrance, both smiling wide as you ascend the stairs.

“Good evening, sir and madam,” the host greets in a similar — but less sarcastic — tone of voice. “Do we have a reservation this evening?”

“Yes, should be under Christopher,” Chan answers.

“Ah, yes. Mr. Bahng. We have you in the private room this evening.”

“Oohhh, the private room, huh?” you whisper in his ear. “Ok, rich ass.”

He holds back a smile but squeezes your arm as the host extends his arm and gestures to follow him.

You weave through tables and up stairs and around hallway corners until the man opens a tall door and steps to the side so you can enter. Inside is a table for 4, but with only two seats. A small chandelier hangs from the tall ceiling, and the windowless walls are nearly bare, except for a themed photo or two.

“Will this do, sir and madam?” the host asks politely.

“Of course, this is perfect, thank you,” Chan replies. “Will a waiter come to us, or…”

“Yes, sir, they’ll come by and knock before entering.”

Oh, you sly piece of shit.

“Sounds perfect, thank you so much again,” Chan says.

The waiter nods and steps out of the room, closing the heavy door behind him.

“You fucking…” you tease, slapping Chan’s toned arms lightly. “Private room? The waiter has to knock? So pretentious.”

“Listen, I didn’t know it was this private, but yeah,” he defends himself, but his face softens again when he pulls you into his chest. “What’s wrong with a little privacy, huh?”

“You better be good,” you warn, looking at him sternly.

“I will, I promise,” he smirks, but then he holds you tighter and kisses your neck just below your jawline, so you’re almost certain his fingers must be crossed.

“Yeah, ok, sure,” you say sarcastically and lift his head to plant a quick kiss on his nose before heading to your respective sides of the table and sitting in the outlandish chairs — they’re almost like mini thrones.

“Well, these are… a lot,” Chan scoffs and turns his attention to you. “But they do suit you well, my queen.”

“And you, my king,” you say, barely holding in a giggle.

A knock at the door ends the role play — for now — and a waiter enters with two glasses and a bottle of wine.

“Good evening, can I get you two anything else to drink or eat?” he says politely as he pours your first glasses.

Chan skillfully orders a bottle of champagne, a tray of oysters, clams and other shellfish, and a pasta dish. The waiter takes note and leaves almost as quickly as he came.

“Wow, ok,” you say in amazement.

“What? Not happy with the selections?” he replies with a grin.

“No it’s fine, that was just… quick,” you marvel and pick up your glass, taking a sip of the Malbec.

“Yeah, hopefully the food comes quickly, too,” he says, then his expression turns much more serious, seductive even.

“Until then… wanna come sit in my lap?”

“Hm?” you ask. “You want me to sit in your lap… in a fancy restaurant?”

“Well, it is a private room…” he muses and grabs his glass, taking a sip and pushing his chair back from the table. Even confident Channie can’t help but blush when he gets excited, and you can’t resist those rosy cheeks.

“Well… will you? Please?” he repeats the question.

“… just because you asked nicely.”

You stand from your chair and slowly round the table to his seat, standing above him for a few seconds before lifting your dress enough to straddle his legs.

“Hi,” you chirp once your faces are only inches apart. “How are you?”

“Better now,” he says with a grin as he placed his glass back on the table and snakes his arms around your waist, pulling you closer so your noses touch. “How are you, darling?”

“I’m ok, a little hungry,” you answer, wrapping your arms around his neck and rubbing your nose against his. “You smell amazing.”

“So do you,” he says softly, leaning forward to inhale your exhales. “So sweet… I want to taste you.”

His lips gently press against yours as his palm travels up your back and stops at the base of your neck. His fingers close around it just enough to keep you steady, to keep you close.

He opens his lips then, slipping his tongue out to run along your bottom lip. Your tongue meets his there before returning to its original position to let him explore.

Soft sighs and moans bounce back and forth between your mouths as the kiss deepens. Heads tilt to gain better access, and hands travel to necks, to hair, to cheeks… to hold, to stroke, to savor.

Both of your eyes are squeezed shut, too overwhelmed by your other senses to process anything else. And you don’t need to see to understand the map of his mouth. It’s a place you’ve been so many times before. A place that stays with you even when you’re away. A place that feels like home.

Your mouth tastes like wine, but as more of his saliva sits on your tongue, the flavors change. The acidity drops away almost entirely, letting notes of vanilla, dark chocolate and blackberries shine through.

“Mmm,” he hums, breaking the kiss for just a second. “This wine is delicious.”

“I was just thinking the same,” you say, amazed for the millionth time how in sync you are. “Want some more?”

He nods, and you turn to grab his glass from the table and hand it to him. But he holds his hand up,l and gestures for you to drink.

“No, you go ahead, baby,” he says. “But don’t swallow it.”

Your eyes narrow at him, but you do as he asks anyway, taking a sip and letting the liquid slosh around between your cheeks.

“Good girl,” he says. “Now, come here.”

He places his palms on either side of your neck, pulling your mouths together once again. He presses his bottom lip firmly beneath yours and uses his tongue to separate your lips, letting wine spill from your mouth into his.

Your bodies stay eerily still as the stream falls between his lips, onto his tongue. If a waiter walked in right now, he may think he stumbled upon an ancient stone fountain, lovingly crafted by skilled and passionate hands.

The last drop falls, and his hold on your neck disappears. He closes his lips and lets the wine sit on his tongue for what seems like hours, though it was only a few seconds. Then he swallows.

“Hmmm,” he hums, his face scrunching up. “Vanilla… berries?”

A smile spreads across your face.

“I got that, too. Blackberries,” you say excitedly.

“Oh, yeah, that’s it,” he confirms. “Blackberries.”

He looks up into your eyes and sends that same smile, that same expression of understanding and love, right back at you. And you’re so synchronized, you dive back in to taste his lips at the same time he does, roughly bumping foreheads and noses in the process.

“Ow! Fuck!” you exclaim, moving your hand to the bridge of your nose to assess the damage.

You clearly got the worst of the collision, though, because he just sits there smiling and giggling.

“Come here, dumbass,” he says softly, placing one big hand on the back of your neck to guide you safely back to his lips.

His lips are softer now. Maybe it’s the wine, maybe it’s the swelling. But it’s like closing silky pillows between your lips again and again and again. There’s something so comforting, so safe, about being trapped there.

“I love you,” he mumbles into your mouth, too entranced to bother breaking the kiss for three small words.

And you’re too lightheaded to even form words, so you settle for a soft moan in reply and let your fingers find his hair.

You run the soft strands through your fingers and lure sweet sounds from his mouth, like you’re playing with a marionette. Pull this strand, he moans. Pull that strand, he sighs. Rub his scalp…

The hand on your neck travels down slowly, between your shoulder blades, and follows your spine down to your ass. He grips one cheek and squeezes just enough to make you groan. He knows how to pull your strings, too.

That hand travels forward now, around your hip to the top of your thigh. It sits there for a few seconds, enough time for its owner to slide his tongue behind your teeth, feeling every ridge as he goes.

He must’ve found some confidence there, because he takes that big hand and slides it over and down, between your legs.

You stifle a moan at the same time a knock sounds from the door. The knob twists before he has time to lift his hand out from under your panties, let alone get you off his lap and back to your seat. As the door swings open, Chan whispers in your ear.

“Looks like somebody’s getting a big tip…”

…continued in part 2...

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straykeedz · 6 months

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okay so i woke up with a cold today and all i can think about is:

boyfriend chan who comes home and finds you curled up on your bed in your blanket with your fluffy socks on. and he immediately knows something’s wrong because you don’t run in his arms as soon as you register his presence in the room and he’s kinda upset at first but then he notices a couple of tissues next to your figure and oh 🥺

so he lies down on the bed next to you and notices your red cheeks and nose and he quickly understands you’re not feeling well. he’d ignore your protests when he tries to hug you.

“channie, no, you’ll get sick too.”

“i don’t care, you’re my baby and i’m gonna take care of you.”

and he’d sooo do a good job at it. he’d make you tea or hot chocolate and make sure to check your temperature every now and then. and he’d be so protective of you and he’d make you hot soups or maybe have food delivered just to make sure you eat properly because it’s so important.

“come on, it’ll make you feel better. you have to eat something.”, he’d encourage you.

you’d shake your head. “i’m not feeling hungry. i’m tired.”

and his heart would break seeing you so fragile and delicate, but he’d smile warmly at you and bring the spoon close to your lips. “just a couple of spoons, okay love? do it for me. then, we’ll cuddle in bed and maybe watch a movie or something, alright?”

he’ll help you change into a new pajamas and fluffy socks, then slip under the covers with you. not without making sure you have a bottle of water and a glass on your nightstand - he knows it’s crucial for you to stay hydrated. and maybe he’d place a couple of snacks there too, just in case you wanted to eat something.

he’d let you rest your head on his chest, and he’d brush your hair with his fingers. you’d let him pick a movie but sleep would soon find you. you’d fall asleep cuddled up with him like a koala, but he wouldn’t mind. in fact, he’d place soft kisses on your head and temple while caressing your back.

“i hate when you’re not feeling good, i wish i could take it all away. rest well, my love, i hope you get well soon.”

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okay so idk what this is bc i’m sick and i have a terrible headache that’s killing me but i was feeling soft :( so here’s my scarce attempt at writing some fluffy scenario. sorry if there’s any mistakes but my brain is not functioning properly rn

-> reblog to show your support. feedbacks are always appreciated. ♡

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mykoreanlove · 21 days

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channie's way of helping you relax

“Sweetheart, can you come here for a minute?”

Chan was sitting on the living room’s floor with his back leaned against the black leather couch. His hands motioned you to come sit in between his legs, fully positioned in the safety of his embrace. You felt his strong arms wrap around you and leaned back against his broad chest. A warm feeling overcame you, like finally sensing the first rays of sunshine after a gruesome winter.

“I want you to close your eyes”, he said gently. You did as he told but only for a second as your curiosity got the best of you. He instantly noticed and scolded you for your behavior.

“Ah ah, bad girl. Close your eyes, baby girl. Be good for me.”

This time you obeyed – with eyes closed you leaned even deeper into his body.

“Good girl. I want you to take some deep breaths for me, okay? Deep breath in through your nose and deep breath out of your mouth.”

You felt his chest rising as he demonstrated the breathing and joined him, getting calmer and calmer by his side.

“In and out”, he calmly orchestrated.

“Can you feel yourself relax some more, baby?”

A sweet smile formed on your lips, deeply touched by his care for you.

“Now breathe normally and just listen to my words, okay?”

Your breathing stabilized and you felt peaceful, like a wave of calmness had washed over you, taking away all the stressors of daily life. You surrendered to the moment and only focused on Chan, simply listening to his deep and raspy voice like he wanted you to.

“I am so in love with you, y/n”, he declared softly.

“Like, crazy in love with you, baby.”

“Do you even realize that? Do you even realize what you’re doing to me?”

“I’ve never met someone like you. Someone so beautiful and captivating, so smart and charming. I feel like I am dating my best friend. My goddess. My soulmate…”

“You make me a better person, baby. Thank you for that.”

“Thank you for always staying by my side and forcing me to sleep and eat and relax.” A small giggle escaped your lips.

“I wanna take care of you forever. I wanna make sure you’re safe and that you take your vitamins and get a bite to eat. I wanna make sure you’re hydrated and in good spirits.”

“I wanna make you feel loved, y/n.”

“Every. Single. Day.”

“I love you, y/n. Like so fucking much.”

“Our love is special, don’t you think? It’s not only sexy and passionate but also nurturing.”

“I won’t ever let go of you."

“In fact, I’m going to marry you some day.”

“I’m going to take this delicate hand of yours and put a ring on it. Not just a simple ring, no, the most beautiful and shiniest diamond I can find. One that’s so special that your friends’ jaws will drop at brunch. That kind of ring.”

“Because that’s what you deserve, baby.”

“You deserve to be taken care of. And spoiled. All the riches in the world belong to you as long as you’re with me, sweetie.”

“Will you stay with me?”

“Will you make me the happiest man on the planet?”

“Say yes, baby.”

“Please, say yes.”

“Please?”

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jaehyunsprincesspeach · 9 months

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Bang Chan as a Boyfriend

omg I could have gone on and on with this

hoping I didnt get too carried away lol

hope yall enjoy !!

all the love ~ lunar

This man is not boyfriend material, hes husband material

Omg where do I even start?

Daily good morning and goodnight messages. ESPECIALLY when hes on tour

When he's away, video calls are mandatory

He needs to see your beautiful smile, and hear you laugh, its the most amazing sound to him

When he is home, expect a lot of studio dates

He works as hard as he does for three reasons

1. Because he loves it, 2. For STAY, and 3. So that he can take care of you and provide you with anything you could possibly want or need

Takes you out on all sorts of dates

Could range from a night in with movies, to an extravagant dinner with a new dress that he surprised you with, to an amusement park

Always down to do anything, as long as he is with you

If the two of you have different interests, he is always willing to try out something that you enjoy, even if it takes him out of his comfort zone

And if he ends up enjoying it too, he will want to do it more often

All he wants is to be with you

When he is away on tour, he has a really hard time not constantly messaging you

Whether he is in a meeting, or filming an interview, even if you are asleep with the time difference, he wants to message you as much as possible

Will send you paragraphs on how much he loves you, and things that you do that make him happy, just because

If you are feeling down, or in general off, he knows immediately

I swear he's telepathic, but I guess that comes with raising 7 kids (lol)

If you two are around people when he notices, he won't make a scene, but he will pull you aside and ask what's wrong and how he can help

Is honestly willing to go to the ends of the earth for you

If you need food, he's got your favorite on speed dial.

Something to drink? On it (honestly might have a cooler packed already for the kids, and slips your favorites in too).

Cold? His jacket is immediately around your shoulders, no questions asked

He's always got your back, no matter what

People don't dare mess with you, because they know that they will be dealing with Chan if they do

The type to wipe your tears away when you cry, and place his forehead against yours, telling you everything will be alright

If he sees you crying, he is perfect with his balance of comforting you, and acts of service so that you don't have to worry about anything

Acts of service and physical touch are for sure his love languages

Though if that is not exactly your vibe, he will absolutely respect that, and will do whatever he needs to to show you he loves you without overstepping

Omg i could go on and on about this man!!

Definitely the kind that you take home to your parents, and they immediately love him too

Overall, I refuse to call him boyfriend material

He's straight husband material

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knowmysingularity · 1 month

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Talent - Bang Chan drabble

Chan is the type of boyfriend who would randomly invite you to his studio at night and let you stay with him while he produces and records because he knows how much you like seeing him like this.

Chan is the type of boyfriend who would let you sit on his lap and make you press all the buttons that you want, making you create some random melody, and then telling you how naturally talented you are and how much better you are than he is.

Chan is the type of boyfriend who would let you listen to what he's producing, and beg for your opinion on it. When you tell him how good it is, he will blush and hide his face in your neck, burning up.

Chan is the type of boyfriend who would write a song for you, and then sing it to you when you are least expecting it, making you emotional because of the beautiful things he has written.

Chan is the type of boyfriend who would love to spend nights in his studio with you, inviting you over more often with the excuse that he's more productive when he's with you, even if the two of you end up kissing each other sprawled out on the couch every time.

•"What do you think of this song? Be brutally honest, please..."

•"I wrote this for you...because I love you so much, princess."

•"Let's sing together. Come on, I'm sure you're better than me!"

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christronomy · 4 months

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after nap sleepies // bang chan

cw: no warnings for this one. just pure fluff and gn reader. 🫶🏻

how long was it going to take? you asked yourself this question every single day, as you crossed off days on the calendar you never really paid attention to, unless he was gone on a trip for work. this tour was just like any other—months of late night texts and phone calls, coming home from a long day at work to an empty house, just hours and hours of loneliness.

it wasn't the same without him, the house didn't feel as alive. even when you could hear his voice through the phone, it just didn't feel the same. but you always promised him you'd wait for him no matter what. you'd always be one phone call or text away—unless you were taking a nap. which is what you were currently doing.

it was such an exhausting day, so full of things to do, so much socializing, driving around, just so much. your social battery was already on low, and you were too tired to even finish putting the groceries away, as it was much of a lengthier task when you were doing it alone than when he was here to help.

you decided maybe a nap would help you gain some more energy to finish things up, not expecting the tiredness to get to you this much, causing you to sleep well into nighttime. you didn't realize how late it was until your phone woke you up, the constant ringing vibrating in your ears as you groaned in frustration, blindly reaching for it to see who was calling at these ungodly hours.

"channie," you breathed out when you immediately picked up, relief rushing through your veins as you heard his soft "hey, baby," grace your ears. you could only smile and pull the comforter over your face as you squirmed excitedly. "you sound tired. did you have a good day today?" he asked, and you sighed, rolling onto your stomach to get more comfortable. "not sure. i decided to take a nap but now i'm all drowsy," you said, trying your best to fight your clumsy tongue as you spoke and blinking hard in an effort to wake yourself up faster.

chan only chuckled, the sound warming your chest and causing your heart to flutter. he found you so cute when you were like this. "it's the after nap sleepies. they'll go away soon, don't worry," he says, and you smile to yourself, rolling back onto your back and draping an arm over your face, gasping melodramatically.

"oh no, channie! save me from the after nap sleepies, please," you say, smiling at the way you could hear his tiny, muffled squeaks of laughter. "i'll kiss them away when i come back, then," he laughs, practically being able to hear how you're pouting right now, judging by the long silence before your response. he smiles to himself giddily as he pictures you looking at him with that cute grumpy face you make when he denies something as simple as a kiss or hug.

"okay. hurry up and come back home then," you say, your voice laced with sleep, and he hums as if he's lost in thought. "mmm, i'll think about it," he says finally, chuckling softly. you huff in a half-hearted attempt to laugh along with him, but you're quickly overcome by tiredness, no longer able to fight the way your eyelids feel heavier with every passing second. the last thing you hear as you fall into deep sleep was his soft voice, telling you to "take it easy and rest well, baby. i love you. i promise i'll be back home before you know it."

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agi-ppangx · 6 months

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warnings: scars, mention of blood, fem!reader

“where did you get that scar?” chan asked you softly, tracing your bumpy skin with his fingers. you were laying in bed together, enjoying your day off. your t-shirt rode up a bit, exposing a big scar on your left hip. “i fell off my bike when i was seven,” you explained. “i was wearing the flowery dress my mum bought me, but we had to throw it out since it was all red at the end of the day.” chan let out a little “oh”, looking up at you. “did it hurt?” he asked, though he was pretty sure it must’ve been really painful. “yeah, it did. but i was more worried about the dress honestly,” you giggled a little, but chan could see the sorrow behind your eyes. “i was so sad, because i remember how my mum loved it and i just ruined it.” chan threw you a sad smile, emphatizing with you. his face changed after a while, he looked as if he was considering something and you cocked your head at that, wordlessly letting him know you’re confused by his mood change. after a brief moment he simply smiled at you, his eyes sparkling. he abruptly got up and held out his hand for you. “what are you doing?” you asked dumbfounded, taking his hand in yours. “let’s go shopping,” he said. “we’ll find you the same dress.”

if it flops im just gonna delete it and never think about it ever again lol

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astraystayyh · 10 months

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hello 🤍 can i request chan comforting reader during a thunderstorm? thank you 🤍🤍🤍

Chan x reader. comfort and fluff. thank you for waiting <3

You’re sprawled on top of Chan's chest, your favorite cheesy movie playing in the background. You've watched it together five times already- you can probably recite some dialogue by heart by now. Still, you both can't help but giggle each time the main characters get too close to one another, gasping in shock as if it’s your first time seeing it.

You are both wrapped around in a fuzzy blanket, bodies tightly pressed to one another. Your cups of finished hot chocolate are sitting on the nearby table tray. Chan's hand is on your back, and he taps it repeatedly with each funny scene unfolding on the screen, his laugh reverberating through your entire body.

Every touch, every chuckle of his filled you with an immeasurable sense of safety and warmth. In that instant, you wished you could stop the relentless march of time and stay in this moment forever.

But then, thunder booms loudly, tearing apart the serene peace that surrounded you.

A shiver courses through your body, your heart now beating wildly in your chest. You try to still your breathing, hoping that Chan didn't notice your newfound nervousness. You never told him about this fear of yours, deeming it too irrational.

But thunder rumbles once again, and you can no longer hide how your body tenses, fear freezing you in your place, your breathing suddenly erratic.

"Baby, what's wrong?" Chan asks, his eyebrows furrowed in worry. He pauses the movie when you stay silent, standing up from his place so he'd be able to look at you properly.

"Sweetheart?" he tries again and you clasp your hands together, trying your best to conceal your shaking fingers.

"I'm really scared of thunder," you admit breathlessly, bracing yourself for his reply. Chan doesn't waste another second, grabbing the blanket and pulling it over your heads, enveloping you in a quiet darkness.

"Close your eyes," he murmurs, his large hands trailing up your face and cradling your ears, muffling the thunderous roars from you.

You feel his breath fanning across your skin before his lips land softly on the tip of your nose. Then, your cheeks, your forehead and finally your eyelids. Soft kisses that make your nerves dissipate ever slowly.

You lose track of time as all your senses are clouded- except for the gentle way in which Chan brushes his lips against you. He's being cautious with his touch, as his hands never leave your ears. You can tell he's whispering sweet nothings to you, but you can't clearly hear him. It feels as if you are underwater and he's calling out to you softly from the shore.

Sometime later, Chan finally lifts the blanket from your heads, and you blink repeatedly, trying to adjust to the sudden light flooding your eyes.

"It passed," he smiles reassuringly at you, and you nod. You couldn't speak, overwhelmed by your love for him, and a tinge of embarrassment.

"Hey. It's okay, baby. You did well," he tells you gently, his thumb caressing your cheek with infinite tenderness.

But then he glances at the clock and you feel yourself tense once again. He has to leave, responsibilities to cater to, but the thought of being alone right now terrifies you.

"It's dark outside, isn't it?" Chan speaks again, cutting off your distraught train of thought. You gaze outside through your window- it's still light. It's only four pm. "And the walk from here to my studio is so long," he adds with a whine. It's not, it's only five minutes away. "I should probably stay the night, right?" he asks with a smile, and you nod timidly.

"Let's finish this and then start a new movie, alright?"

"Yeah, I'd like that," you finally speak, as he pulls you back on top of his chest, his arms tightly wrapped around you as if to physically shield you from any of your fears.

"Thank you for staying" you whisper, placing a tender kiss on his neck. "The world always feels less daunting with you here."

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whydoeseveryonewanttobangchan · 1 year

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🌜 Sweetheart, having a big nose isn’t a bad thing. In fact, most people prefer it… 🌛

✎ Pairing: Chan x fem!reader

✎ Genre: Fluffy smut / smutty fluff

✎ Summary: Chan feels insecure after commenters discuss his nose. You show him the benefits.

✎ CW: Oral sex, face riding, established relationship, body insecurities.

✎ Word count: 1,542

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Pop pop pop pop ping!

The tiny noises coming from your phone indicate that you’ve won another level of ball crusher, or whatever it’s called. The game you obsess about this week after being accosted by ads and finally giving in.

Chan’s doing a livestream, leaving you alone in his room looking for ways to pass the time. You watched the first half of his live, but tried to distract yourself in other ways once it got a little boring.

You’ve stared at the ceiling, laid on your side to observe the posters on his walls, and finally settled on your stomach, facing the end of the bed and supporting yourself with your elbows.

Pop pop pop pop waahhh!

Welp, you lost this round. You don’t have time to restart because the bedroom doorknob twists and the door swings open forcefully, revealing your boyfriend’s large frame in the doorway.

“Hey,” he says, taking a few steps into the room and shutting the door behind him. He shuffles over and sits at the end of the bed. You can tell he seems down.

“Hey, honey, what’s up?” you ask, shifting your weight so you can reach up and rub his back.

“It’s nothing. I mean, it’s not but…” he trails off, but you give him the time he needs to express his thoughts. Then he sighs before he speaks again.

“It’s my nose.”

“Your nose?”

“Yeah, a lot of people pointed out how big it is, and they’re not wrong. It is big,” he says. “But sometimes… I don’t know. Just something that hits me every now and then.”

“Baby, your nose is perfect,” you reassure and push your body up to sit next to him. “It suits your face and it’s proportionate and honestly… it’s just a really great nose, Channie.”

He chuckles, but still seems stuck in his head. He’s staring down at his hands clasped together between his legs.

“Of course you would say that, you’re you,” he replies. “And your nose is so small and so cute.”

He reaches out and boops the tip of your nose, and you catch his long fingers in yours.

“Small doesn’t equal good,” you say, changing your grip to hold his hand. “Sweetheart, having a big nose isn’t a bad thing. In fact, most people prefer it.”

“No they don’t,” he protests. “It’s fine if you like my nose, but you don’t have to lie.”

“I’m not lying! You’re not thinking of the benefits, look,” you say, lifting your other hand to his perfect face, running your thumb over his chin and cheeks and nose. He was sculpted by gods, you’re sure of it.

“There’s more surface area on your face for me to touch, so technically more to love,” you argue as you caress his face, leaning in to give him a quick peck on his nose.

“And when we kiss…” you continue, tilting your head to the side to better access his full lips, “we can rub noses a little bit, which is so sweet and nice.”

You kiss him deeply, holding his head with your thumb just under his ear, fingers buried in his thick hair. He kisses you back, but the rest of him is still.

You pull back and slowly turn your head left and right, brushing your noses together. You see a soft smile form on his lips and he lightly squeezes your hand that’s still holding his.

“You’re sweet, but…” he starts, but you interrupt.

“Excuse me, I wasn’t finished.”

His eyes widen and the corners of his lips pull up into a smirk before he replies, “Oh, yes, of course. Sorry ma’am, please go ahead.”

“Thank you,” you say. “Rude ass mother…”

“What was that?” Chan asks playfully.

“Nothing, nevermind,” you reply with a wink. “But as I was saying before I was interrupted, noses are also great to ride.”

“Ride?”

“Yes, ride.”

“Oh, really? Is that so?”

“Mhm, it’s true,” you answer, using your thumb to rub the back of his hand in your lap. “Having a big nose is like having a bike seat cushion with, like, uhhhh… a bump? Like a nice, hard bump.”

Your beautiful boyfriend’s eyes narrow at you, and he tilts his head to the side.

“But why would you want a bump on your seat?” he asks, trying his best to feign ignorance — even though he let go of your hand and started rubbing your thigh slowly, teasingly.

“Well, because bumps can feel good when they’re pushing on the right spot, does that make sense?” you say.

“Hmmm, not really. Could you maybe show me? Just for informational purposes,” he reassures, dipping his hand further down to feel the warmth between your inner thighs.

“Yes, of course. For research.”

In one quick motion, he rotates his torso and pushes your shoulders down onto the bed. His mouth eagerly meets yours and he tastes like pineapple juice and it’s making you dizzy. But you manage to push him back.

“Hey, slow down. Gotta save those pretty lips for research,” you remind him.

“Why put it off then?” he says, getting a firm grip behind your knees and pulling you to the edge of the bed and kneeling between your legs on the floor.

“Lift your hips for me, baby.”

You do as you’re told and he easily slides your shorts and underwear down. He signals you to sit again with a tap on your hipbone then he lifts your lower legs to throw the garments to the floor.

Suddenly, his playful confidence fades away and he stares at your pussy like he’s doing math in his mind, calculating what should go where and how much and when. He tilts his head to the left, then up a little, back down, to the other side. He’s used his nose before, but probably not intentionally, and he wants to do his best this time.

The sound of your soft giggles drags his attention back to your face, and the stress lines on his finally smooth out.

“Sorry, I just…” he starts, trailing off as he gets overwhelmed and distracted again.

“It’s ok, here, I got you,” you comfort him as you stand and grab his hand to guide him around his side of the bed. Your palms gently press on his strong shoulders, guiding him down onto the soft comforter. He lies flat on his back and you climb on top of him to straddle his chest.

He reaches up to stroke your face, cupping your cheek in his palm.

“I love you, you know?” he says, his dark chocolate eyes full of adoration.

“I know, baby,” you beam back at him and plant a quick kiss on his nose. “You ready?”

“Ride away.”

On all fours, you crawl up the bed until your knees rest on opposite sides of Chan’s head. You shimmy your heels under his shoulders, looking down to make sure he’s comfy before settling in. He’s still smiling up at you like you’re the actual sun keeping him warm and happy and alive — it sends shivers down your spine.

You slowly lower your hips down, angling your pussy toward his face. One slight adjustment, then his mouth is on you and your clit sits right beneath his nose. Perfect.

He lightly grips your ass with one hand and bends his arm to hold your thigh in the other as he starts licking and sucking your folds. His warm, rough tongue flicks and drags and his pillowy lips suck and his teeth bite down gently and his hands caress and massage in a way that has you absolutely melting into his mouth.

Then his grip gets more forceful and he pulls your hips toward him, angling his chin down to get his nose closer. You close the distance and rotate so it’s less mouth, more nose. And oh god, is it good.

His wide bridge settles under your clit and his tongue goes back to work pushing into you as far as he can, then dipping back out.

“Channie…” you moan, running your fingers through his messy hair.

You instinctually start to move your hips back and forward, up and down. Just enough to get some friction without losing contact. He’s following your movements with his soft mouth and hard cartilage, loving eyes still focused on your face.

Your breath quickens and your hips move unsteadily as you get closer and closer. Chan focuses his attention on your clit, extending his neck to press into you as much as he possibly can. He rubs and steadies your shaking thighs, staring at you with those big, beautiful eyes that just scream come for me.

And you do.

You’re a shuddering, moaning mess, grasping at his hair for some control over the pure elation you feel. You pull him as close to you as you can, seeing if you can somehow keep him and this sensation right here forever.

You come back down from your high with a heavy sigh and plop your body down next to your boyfriend.

“Good?” he asks.

“Great…” you answer. “I told you, great nose. Amazing nose. Perfect nose.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he says, blushing. “I guess you may be right.”

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bangchanisinmymind · 10 months

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no one else

pairing; bangchan x reader; fluff

"mm morning love" chris said with his raspy sleepy voice wrapping his arm around your waist and lowering his head to smell your hair.

you weren't awake enough to speak so you just nuzzled your face deeper into his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. still tired from last night you couldn't even open you eyes and when you tried to move you felt the well known soreness between your legs.

you started waking up at the feeling of his hand travelling along your hair. "babe" you whispered after lifting your head up for a few seconds before smashing against his strong chest once again. "what time is it" you managed out.

"11 but it's sunday isn't it" he spoke carefully not breaking the loving silence between you two. "wanna sleep a little more" you asked rhetorically knowing it was time for your sunday morning cuddles.

"come here you pretty" wow the day hadn't even started in your world and you were already a blushing mess. moving to rest his hands on you again after checking his phone you were surprised he just turned you around and now he was the one laying between your bare breast securing his hands around your waist before taking your hand and put it on the top of his head; signalling you to play with his curls.

you didn't waste your chance and started massaging his sculp the way you knew he loved and relaxed him. his soft hums and his breathing was the only thing could be heard in his empty bedroom. the rest of the dorm was surprisingly as quiet as you were probably because the rest of the kids had a picnic at the nearest park.

glancing over chris's phone to catch up with the time you saw a few unread messages from the others inviting you, but you didn't even react. today was only for the two of you and no one else

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bangchansdirty-slut · 4 months

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"I want to be with you. Always."

Paring: Drunk!Bang Chan x G/N Reader

Genre: Fluff

Requested: "can I request Chan being so drunk that he confesses to you, he probably wouldn’t say it anytime soon that he likes you… at least not sober!! Overall just some cute fluff containing drunk confessions! Also could u pls leave me as anonymous? Thank you!!"

More: Masterlist

A/n: Requests are open!!!

In the twilight hours of the night, the dim streetlights cast long, eerie shadows across the quiet neighborhood. The air was cool and crisp, carrying with it the faint scent of autumn leaves and fireplaces. It was then, under the veil of darkness, that Chan stumbled down Y/n's driveway, his footsteps unsteady and his heart racing. He had just downed what felt like an entire bottle of soju at Stray Kid's dorm, and now he was paying the price.

His hands trembled as he raised his fist and knocked on the front door, the sound echoing through the house. After what seemed like an eternity, the door swung open, revealing a sleepy-eyed Y/n in their fluffy pajamas. Their eyes widened in surprise at the sight of Chan, and they stumbled backward, tripping over the threshold.

Chan blinked, taking in the disheveled hair and mussed-up clothes of the person they loved. "Y/n…" They slurred, struggling to stand upright. "I… I need to tell you something." Their words were thick and slurred, but the emotion behind them was unmistakable.

Y/n frowned, their confusion giving way to a growing sense of dread. "Chan… are you okay? You're really drunk…" They offered him a gentle, but unsteady hand, trying to help him remain standing.

Chan grasped Y/n's hand, squeezing it tightly. "No… I mean… not that. I… I need to tell you how I feel." He paused, swallowing thickly. "I like you, Y/n. A lot." The words were out, hanging in the air between them like a heavy weight.

Y/n's eyes widened, and for a moment, they looked like they might tear up. Then, a small, shy smile spread across their lips. "I… I like you too, Chan." They stepped forward, wrapping their arms around him and pulling him into a gentle embrace. "I've liked you for a while now. I just… I never thought you'd notice."

Chan let out a shaky breath, feeling a wave of relief wash over him as he returned the hug. It was true. He had always thought that Y/n was amazing, but he never dared to dream that they could feel the same way about him. It was like a weight had been lifted off his chest, and for once, everything felt right.

"Chan?" Y/n's voice was soft, hesitant. "You don't have to be drunk to say that, you know."

Chan laughed, a little unsteadily. "I guess not. But it feels kinda… easier, you know? Like I don't have to worry about what people might think or say." He leaned into Y/n, his cheek resting against their shoulder. "And I don't want to wait for the next time I'm drunk to tell you how I feel. I want to say it now, sober and everything."

Y/n smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of Chan's head. "I like that. And… I'm glad you feel that way. I don't want you to wait either." They took a deep breath, gathering their courage. "Chan, I love you. I really, really do."

Chan's heart skipped a beat. He hadn't expected Y/n to say those words so soon, and yet, hearing them made his chest feel tight and warm all at once. "I love you too, Y/n. So, so much." He pulled back just enough to look into Y/n's eyes, their gazes locking.

"I want to be with you. Always."

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