You couldn’t stop staring at them. No matter how hard you tried to avert your attention, you were just too mesmerized by the way his lips moved as he sung softly to himself. You felt your cheeks heat at the embarrassment of being caught staring at him but you couldn’t find yourself caring.
His lips were just so damnperfect.
Without thinking, you leaned forward, capturing them in a kiss that pulled Chan’s attention from his laptop, quickly sliding the headphones off of his head.
“W-What was that for,” he sputtered as when you pulled back, blushing furiously at the sudden affection.
You didn’t say anything as you leaned back in. You pressed soft kisses so his cupids bow, giggling softly as he pulled you closer to him. You continued to trail your lips across his as he happily welcomed your little kisses. When you pulled back to look at him you you couldn’t help but to let out a sigh at how pretty he was, bare faced, cheeks a light shade of pink and those beautiful lips even more plush than before from your consistent attack on his lips.
You gently ran your thumb against the skin of his cheek, taking in every inch of his beauty.
“You’re so pretty,” you whispered, leaning in to press a kiss against his nose.
Chan knew better than to argue with you, instead opting to pull you closer to him as he uttered those three words you never got tired of hearing against your lips. Let’s just say that the two of you didn’t do anything productive the rest of the night, favoring instead to stay in each others embrace as got lost in the feeling of one another’s lips.
“Of course I’ll make sure he’s taken care of mom,” Chan said into the phone. “I can’t believe you let him fly out here alone. You still don’t let me do it!” He teased his mother on the phone.
“He isn’t alone, Chris,” the woman scolded him. “Y/N is with him.”
“Y/N? Hannah’s Y/N,” he questioned? “I haven’t seen her in years. What is she doing coming here?” He smiled fondly when he thought about his little sister’s friend.
Talent is something the Bang children had an abundance of. Clearly, Chan was very talented, and his sister was no exception. When she began dancing, their parents made sure she was enrolled in classes at one of the best schools. That’s where Hannah met you. You were a few years her senior and head of the advanced classes. From day one, you took Hannah under your wing and treated her like the little sister you never had.
“You’re right,” she agreed, “She just finished sometime at university and wanted to travel before going back.” Chan could hear paper being shuffled on the other end of the line. “Ah, yes. Once she leaves you at the airport she is visiting Korea, Japan, and then I think China. Or was it China then Japan?”
Chan listened to the announcement on the speakers, checking to see if the flight his brother was on landed. He told his mother goodbye and made his way to the proper gate. He was dressed in grey sweatpants and a hoodie, hoping to not draw attention to himself. The last thing he wanted to do was cause a scene.
Watching people file out of the gate, he searched the faces for familiar ones. Or one. He wondered if he would recognize you, or if you would him. You were his little sister’s best friend, and it felt like you were part of his family with how often you stayed over. He hated that he didn’t see you when he visited home, but he knew he was mostly to blame.
You had stopped by the Bang house to say goodbye to Chan before he left again to continue training as an idol. You kissed him clumsily before he pulled away and told you that he didn’t feel that way about you. You were more like a little sister, and he couldn’t see you another way.
He spotted his brother and waved his hands over his head, trying to get his attention. Lucas looked his way and waved back. He turned and hooked his arm into the arm of a young woman and pulled her through the crowd. As they got closer, Chan smiled as he recognized you.
The years had been very good to you. You had developed into a confident and beautiful woman. He always regretted not reaching out to you through the years. Deep down he always wondered what would have happened if he stayed home instead of choosing the path he did. His heart skipped a beat when your eyes locked with his.
Chan pulled Lucas into a hug and patted his back, “I’ve missed you, brother.” Ruffling his hair, he pulled away and smiled at you. He held his arms out to you, offering a hug. Carefully, you eyed him.
“You look great,” Chan said to you, “I was surprised when my mum said you were coming with Lucas.”
“I wouldn’t let him travel alone,” you smiled politely, “Plus he makes a great travel buddy.” You stepped past Chan’s open arms and pointed to a sign. “Is it this was to luggage claim?”
“Nice try, man,” Lucas laughed and patted Chan’s chest. He turned to catch up with you, leaving Chan with a blank expression on his face. “You have to give him a break,” Lucas said to you as he reached your side. “That was years ago.”
“Oh my gosh,” you groaned, “Is this something the Bang family will ever forget? I don’t care anymore.” Chan had caught up with you by now, but he kept his distance. “I was a stupid kid, with a stupid crush on a stupid boy. Nothing else.” Chan scoffed behind you, causing you to turn on his quickly. “Something to say,” you snapped.
“Nah,” he held his hands up. You continued towards luggage claim when Chan spoke again. “I just think it’s funny,” he said, “For something so stupid, you seem to still be upset about it.” You rolled your eyes and sucked your teeth.
“What if I am,” you asked, eyeing his sideways? He raised his eyebrows and tilted his head. “What if I am upset still? I thought I was in love with you. You could have been more gentle.” You huffed and faced his again. “I can’t ever forget about it. Hannah thinks it’s funny that I have a crush on her famous idol brother. Your parents always make mention of you to me, like we’re friends. Shit, this kid calls me his sister-in-law, as if you’ve ever spoken to me since you left,” you scowled, pointing to Lucas.
“Look, I’m sorry,” Chan apologized, touching your arm. “I was a stupid boy, youq said so yourself. And besides, I didn’t know how to handle it. I should have been nicer to you, but you were my sister’s friend, and I-.” He stopped and grinned at you. “Did you say you have a crush on me… Not had? Present tense?” Your mouth fell open and your cheeks burned red. “You did!” He said triumphantly.
“No, no I didn’t,” you tripped over your words. Lucas bumped his shoulder into you.
“You did,” he whispered, “I heard you.” You hated them at this point. Lucas for being right and Chan for being so good-looking. Chan stepped closer and smiled down at you.
“Come on,” he urged, “Let me take you out. Just once before you leave.” You chewed your lip and thought about the offer. “Let older me take older you out to make up for younger me being stupid and mean to younger you.”
“What about me,” Lucas piped in? Chan looked at him and made a serious face, mouthing a simple ‘no’. “Wow,” he said under his breath, “Older you is still a jerk.”
“You know, older me has higher standards. You can’t just smile at me with those dimples and expect me to give in Christopher Bang,” you informed Chan. He smiled wider.
“As you should,” he said, “You’re a beautiful girl. You deserve the best.”
“The best,” you repeated. “Hm, guess I should be on my way then. Can’t let the best see me with you. Might frighten them off.” You smiled over your shoulder and winked.
“No, no,” he called chasing after you, “I meant me. I’m the best. Where are you going? ”
“Wow! How can you be so bad at this,” Lucas called after Chan?
➟warnings: Please don’t read if you’re not old enough! Language and sex
With the new song releasing and music video, to say your husband has been occupied at work would be an oversimplification. Lately, he was awake and out of the house before you woke and home after you went to sleep. You tried to be understanding; however, you began to worry that he wasn’t taking care of himself the way he should.
After stopping to grab lunch and his favorite smoothie, you headed to the studio. In typical Leader Bang Chan form, he didn’t check his phone so you opted to text ChangBin.
It was quickly confirmed that Chan was not taking his advice about self-care. ChangBin said he has been moody for the last week, if not longer. Not that you would know, you haven’t seen him in at least that long.
Opening the practice room door you saw they must have been practicing for the Thunderous video. You caught sight of Chan in the mirror. His chest was bandaged and jacket open, allowing a full view of his toned upper body. It was hard to tear your eyes away. You missed him.
When your presence was noticed he called for a break. Everyone was pleased and hurried from the room.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, irritation lacing his voice. You walked up and placed his lunch and smoothie next to him.
“Who are you talking to,” you asked, turning his face to meet his eyes. “Beause I know for a fact it isn’t me Christopher Bang.” You relaxed next to him and kicked off your heels, wiggling your toes. Unpacking his lunch you handed him a hamburger and fries. His eyes softened as your fingers brushed his, handing him the smoothie. “I bet you’re hungry. Here, eat.”
“I’m sorry,” he said, rubbing your leg. “It’s been a rough few weeks.” You giggled as he hurried and ate the food. “Thank you, this is good,” he said with a full mouth.
“When was the last time you actually slept,” you asked softly? It was easy to see the dark circles under his eyes. “I don’t see you at home, baby. You need to slow down a little and take care of yourself.” He agreed and sighed.
“We’ve been working a lot. I know,” he acknowledged. “I’m sorry, baby” He was finished with his lunch and he tapped his lap. “Come ‘ere. I’ve missed you.”
You smiled and took your place on his lap, legs straddling his waist. “I’ve missed this,” you said against his lips. You worked your fingers through his hair and smiled when he closed his eyes. “Can I ask you something,” you inquired? He hummed, letting you know he was listening. “How does anyone get any work done if you are thrusting those hips with your tiddies hanging out?” You ran your hands over his chest and stomach.
He tossed his head back and laughed. Clutching your waist he held you down and he rolled his hips into you. “Did you like what you saw,” he whispered in your ear. Taking the lead from him, you rocked your hips back against his.
“I don’t know, baby,” you purred, “I haven’t seen it in a while. I forgot what it was like.” Grabbing the back of your head he pulled you in for a rough kiss. You tugged his lip in your teeth, coaxing a sinful moan from his lips.
“I have half a mind to take you right here,” he growled, gripping your ass. “Do you want that?” You moaned and pressed against him harder, sucking on his neck.
“Come home with me, Chris,” you pleaded, “Please. You need to relax and I know how to help you.” He knew you meant business when you called him that. It was the name you used when he made love to you or when he was in serious trouble. He really hoped it wasn’t the latter of the two.
Suddenly, the door swung open leaving Jeonjin, Seungmin, and Hyunjin to hurry and cover each other’s eyes. Felix stood behind the trio, laughing.
“I told you I heard them making married sounds in here,” Minho announced. “You guys need to be quieter.” You hid your face in Chan’s chest, trying to not die from embarrassment.
“Good,” Han said, strolling into the room and taking the last of the smoothie that was long forgotten. “Maybe he’ll be in a better mood.” Han winked at you.
“He’s not wrong,” ChangBin said, “Go home. Go with her. Just get out of here.”
“Ok, come on,” Chan agreed, kissing you repeatedly, “Since I’m not wanted here. Let’s go home.”
You were barely through the bedroom door when he quickly removed your clothes. Knowing how hard he’s been working, you knew this was simply about stress relief. To say you cared would have been a huge lie. The only thing on your mind was being under your husband in the most carnal way.
He pushed you to the bed, and without warning, he was fully inside you. You gasped in surprise, causing him to search your face to make sure he didn’t hurt you. Pulling him down into a kiss, you begged him to move. His thrusts were long and forceful. Throwing your head back a string of explicit words, moans, and pleads fell from your lips.
Hearing him grunt and moan above you only pushed you closer to the edge. He could feel how close you were to climax. “Hold on, baby,” he grunted in your ear, “Hold on.” Unable to form a sentence, you only nodded. Hooking your leg with his arm, he was now deeper than before. “You feel so good around me,” he whimpered.
“Please,” you whined, “Please, don’t stop.” He grinned and nibbled at your nipples. Arching your back, you gave him better access to your breasts. “I can’t. Please,” you begged him, “I want you to cum in me.”
“Is that so, baby? You want me to cum in you,” he grunted and thrust harder? “You want my baby? Not until I hear you scream my name, baby girl,” he demanded. You bucked your hips into his. It was getting too hard to wait for him.
“Fuck, seriously,” you cried. Your eyes met his and he snapped his hips against yours. “Ah, Chris!” Sucking on your ear he moaned your name. “Chris, please! You feel so good inside me.” Abruptly he began rolling his hips instead of the rough thrusting.
“Cum for me, baby,” he moaned in your ear, “Be a good girl.” You clawed at his back as you clenched around him. His movements became sloppy as you felt him release inside of you. Collapsing on top of you, he kissed your forehead. “Are you ok,” he asked, searching your face? Smiling, you kissed his lips. “Good. Let me get you a towel.”
He quickly returned with a warm towel, and a bottle of water. After cleaning up, you crawled back onto the bed and into the arms of your husband. Sweeping your hair back, he kissed your head and sighed. “Thank you for taking care of me,” he said softly, “Even if I don’t know I need it.”
You smiled to yourself and drew light circles on his naked chest. The steady rise and fall of his chest was a tell-tell sign he was sleeping.
“I love you, Channie,” you said, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
⌁summary; Mates are a rarity, a find so scarce they only exist in fantasy. Though you’ve found yours, you don’t think you’ll get to keep him.
⌁warnings; dom!chan, ass enthusiast!chan, big dicc!chan, (chan is also a total simp for reader), sub!reader, brat!reader, (reader is highkey thick/curvy), rough sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, degradation, dirty talk, bondage, orgasm control, orgasm denial… other warning to be disclosed before each chapter.
⌁warnings; dom!chan, ass enthusiast!chan, big dicc!chan, (chan is also a total simp for reader), sub!reader, brat!reader, (reader is highkey thick/curvy), rough sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, exhibitionism, degradation, dirty talk, bondage, orgasm control, orgasm denial, oral (f. receiving), slight knotting, teasing, choking, edging, cock warming, size kink, daddy kink, rope play (more like chain play but whatever), very light nipple play, spit play
⌁playlist
❥ this was supposed to be a short pwp… now it’s a four part series…
❥ a special thanks to fleur ( @editsbyfleur ) for making this lovely banner for me, miss wonderful kat ( @yeoldontknow ) for reading it over, encouraging me to keep writing, and beta reading
The dome reeks of sweat, adrenaline and endorphins. You can isolate each scent down to the owner within a few steps. It’s an annoyance both you and Minho have picked up in the last week. It’s alright until you enter rooms as scent thick as gyms and suddenly become overwhelmed with your friends’ adrenalines. Vanilla lingers behind Felix, Minho’s clove infused apricot not too far along. Jisung and Hyunjin’s scents often fuse together in a melody of lavender-hinted lemon and strawberry tulips. You have to pretend you don’t notice one staring much too hard at the other. Jeongin smells like sunflowers on a rainy day - sweet and drenched with the ocean. Seungmin, though, holds a citrusy scent that toggles between grapefruit and lime with pretty prominent bouts of lilies when he’s particularly angry. Changbin’s scent tangles with each one of his friends, having attached himself to each of their hips - though the bitter apple, rose scent breaks through at some point.
It’s that rich cedar, peppercorn and fresh linens scent that soothes your inner wolf. You noticed it the first time you met him but found his glares all too harsh to ignore. For Minho’s sake, you forced yourself not to rip the alpha a new one. Looking at him right now, you’re not as easily composed as you once willed yourself to be.
↳ banner by the wonderfully talented danica ( @dnrequests)
⌁ pairing; boyfriend!chan x curvy!reader (f.)
⌁ genre; established relationship, pwp, fluff, smut
⌁ word count; 3.2k
⌁ summary; wherein which you lazily make out with your boyfriend on a rainy morning.
⌁ warnings; soft dom!chan, sub!reader, soft sex, 34+35, daddy kink, slight pain kink, slight orgasm control, overstimulation, handjob, oral (m. and f. receiving), slight edging, teasing, fingering, spanking, breast/nipple play, cum play, spit play
❥ special thanks to my lovely kat ( @yeoldontknow ) for titling this and reading it over and to hani ( @amourtae ) for giving this a read too! i love ya both sm
Nearly five, the morning usually begins with Chan stumbling back from the studio. Eyes heavy, movements slow, he’d carefully crawl and tuck himself in beside you, freezing when you’d make even the slightest motion. Even when exhausted and craving nothing then the soft plush of his pillow under his head, he’d rather prolong his entry to bed if it means that you remain sleeping. He knows just how hard it is for you to fall back to sleep once you’re up. Riddled with guilt, he’d try to stay up with you, inevitably falling asleep in your arms, head tucked against your breasts and lips slightly drooling over them. Eventually, you’d fall back asleep to the quiet rhythm of his heart and melody of his snores.
This morning begins early too, nearly five. Chan isn’t stumbling in, already in bed having exhausted himself in you the night before. Your cheek was once pressed against his chest, lips slightly drooling over his warm skin. Amidst the gentle patter of the rain, you lay back on your pillow now, Chan’s arm under your neck. His lips cradle yours, tongue not too far behind. Groggy, he lazily adorns your mouth with his saliva, using the hand snaked under your head to push your hair back before half-heartedly grabbing your nearest breast. He teases your nipple between his fingers, pinching and tugging. You moan your approval and feel him smirk against your lips. If you were looking into his eyes right now, you’re sure they’d be gleaming with mischief.
stray kids 4.6k words female reader insert Reader x Lee Felix SFW
warnings: realistic idol!au, questionable power dynamics, idol/fan interactions, unresolved tension, deep/mature themes, the slowest of slow burns, felix is truly whipped and reader is…
felix lee: i’m running rlly late :c felix lee: can you pls just come to the dorm felix lee: manager wants me to talk to the dior guy myself i will b so late
stray kids 4.6k words female reader insert Reader x Lee Felix SFW
warnings: realistic idol!au, questionable power dynamics, idol/fan interactions, unresolved tension, deep/mature themes, the slowest of slow burns, felix is truly whipped and reader is…
felix lee: i’m running rlly late :c felix lee: can you pls just come to the dorm felix lee: manager wants me to talk to the dior guy myself i will b so late
stray kids 4.6k words female reader insert Reader x Lee Felix SFW
warnings: realistic idol!au, questionable power dynamics, idol/fan interactions, unresolved tension, deep/mature themes, the slowest of slow burns, felix is truly whipped and reader is…
felix lee: i’m running rlly late :c felix lee: can you pls just come to the dorm felix lee: manager wants me to talk to the dior guy myself i will b so late
stray kids 4.6k words female reader insert Reader x Lee Felix SFW
warnings: realistic idol!au, questionable power dynamics, idol/fan interactions, unresolved tension, deep/mature themes, the slowest of slow burns, felix is truly whipped and reader is…
felix lee: i’m running rlly late :c felix lee: can you pls just come to the dorm felix lee: manager wants me to talk to the dior guy myself i will b so late
