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Hi. Im really tempted to start writing fics on tumblr, and im a really big fan of your account, so i was wondering if you had any tips for new writers like myself?? :>
Have some pictures of bangchan in good faith 😉
hi hello!
first of all, thank you! i appreciate your support 🤭 always happy to hear that someone enjoys my blog
tips wise? my biggest one is have fun.. writing shouldn't be a chore, but something you enjoy doing!! the minute you start to feel like it's a task, it loses meaning, and people can sense it in your writing. i actually stopped writing for years because of this.
another would be to note things down, have a doc or something that whenever an idea comes you write it down. can't tell you how many times, i've gone back to my list after having a block + it sparks an entire fic, just like that lol
DON'T PRESSURE YOURSELF!! i'm a big believer in writing when the mood takes you, and not forcing it. also if all your fics don't get thousands of notes, it doesn't make you any less of a writer.
also, this ones hard, but try not to compare yourself to other writers. i do this a lot still oops but honestly, it doesn't do you any good. everyone has their own style of writing, their own strengths. it may take you a little while to figure yours out, but that's okay!
hope this helped + happy writing 🫂
(btw love the chan pics! although that second pic is AI, a big no no lol. more than enough of real shirtless chan out there, much to my suffering 😭)
Idk if u saw the new chan pic but PLEASE write something with the reader being the one taking the pic and then riding chan after!! pleasee
Railway🖤
Pairing: Chan x femReader
Word Count: 2688
Summary: Chan finishes his workout in his quiet home gym and comes up with a playful idea for a mirror-style photograph. He calls you in, positions you between his legs, and has you take a cleverly angled picture that makes it look like he snapped it himself. Things soon escalate from there on...
Warnings/Tags: fluff, teasing, smut, p in v, unprotected sex, riding Chan, mirror sex (sort of), Chan's a simp
The house was quiet except for the faint hum of the treadmill cooling down and the soft clink of metal plates settling back into place. Chan lay flat on his bench beneath the rack, arms folded loosely over his stomach, chest rising steadily after his last set. The overhead lights cast a warm glow across the ceiling mirrors he’d installed months ago, ‘for form checks,’ though you two used them for far more than that.
His phone hovered above his face as he scrolled, lips twitching as an idea popped into his head. A soft, breathy giggle escaped him. “Oh,” he murmured to himself, eyes narrowing playfully. “Stay will love that.” He tapped your contact without hesitation.
A few minutes later, you pushed open the door to his home gym, leaning against the frame. “You called?”
Chan didn’t move from the bench, just tilted his head enough to look at you upside down. His blond hair was slightly damp, strands falling messily over his forehead. He was wearing a black tank that clung to him in all the unfair ways, silver bracelets catching the light as he adjusted his grip on the bar above him. “Come here, baby,” he said, grinning.
You stepped closer, squinting your eyes at him suspiciously. “Why do you look like that?”
“Like what?” he asked innocently.
You snorted softly. “Like you’re about to commit a crime.”
He laughed, shoulders shaking faintly. “Okay, listen. I have an idea.” That alone made you snort even louder. Chan lifted his phone and held it out toward you. “Stand here,” he shifted slightly, spreading his legs just enough to indicate the space between them, “And take the picture from up there.”
You blinked at him. “So it looks like you took it in the mirror?” you asked.
His eyes lit up. “Exactly.”
You covered your mouth, already laughing. “You’re ridiculous.”
“But am I wrong?” he countered, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
You shook your head, but you stepped between his legs anyway, carefully positioning yourself so you didn’t bump the bar. From this angle, the mirror above would perfectly frame him: his broad shoulders against the bench, his arms flexed subtly just from holding his phone steady, the tank hugging his torso in a way that felt almost unfair. “Okay,” you muttered, trying to sound professional. “Hold still.”
Chan relaxed his head back against the bench, jawline sharp under the light. He adjusted his grip on his phone, bracelets sliding down his wrist, then gave you a faint, teasing look. “Do I look strong?” he asked softly.
You scoffed. “You are strong.”
“I meant aesthetically,” he smirked.
You rolled your eyes, but your gaze lingered. From up here, he looked unreal. Pretty in that effortless way he always was. His soft lips curved in a half-smile, his eyes warm and playful, hair tousled from sweat. The ceiling lights caught the gold tones in his hair, and the angle made him look both powerful and boyishly proud of himself at the same time…You forgot to press the button.
“Are you taking it?” he teased.
“Shut up,” you mumbled, finally snapping the photo as he winked up at you. The click echoed softly in the room.
Chan immediately sat up just enough to peer at the screen, crowding closer to you. His shoulder brushed yours, warm and solid. “Let me see.” You handed him the phone, trying very hard not to think about how close you were standing between his legs. His eyes widened. “Oh, that’s good.”
“Told you,” you said, crossing your arms.
He looked up at you, a grin spreading slowly. “You’re a genius.”
“You’re welcome.”
He held the phone up again, glancing at the picture one more time, then back at you. His smile softened, just a little. “You were staring,” he added quietly.
You blinked. “I was not.”
“You were.”
You huffed, stepping back. “You just look nice, okay?”
Chan’s expression shifted into something less teasing, somehow more fond. “Nice?”
You rolled your eyes again, but you couldn’t help the smile tugging at your lips. “Very nice.”
He leaned back on his hands, still sitting on the bench, gaze following you. There was something warm in his eyes now, something that had nothing to do with gym lighting or clever camera angles. “Well,” he said softly, voice lower now. “Guess I’ll have to keep you around for future photoshoots.”
“Oh, you'll keep me around for much more than that,” you smirked knowingly as he sat up fully. His strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you in close and burying his face in your stomach for a moment. Your hand gently sank into his hair, fingers massaging his scalp automatically.
Chan's head tilted back, glancing up at you. His ridiculously soft brown eyes met yours, and a lazy smile spread on his lips. “I missed you.”
“You always miss me,” you grinned. “You’ve only been gone for the weekend, Channie love.”
A soft pout settled on his lips. “What kind of dumb reason is that? Of course, I'll always miss you,” he told you, hands gently finding the back of your thighs, fingers spreading as he gently fondled your legs. His eyes grew heavy as he studied your face, something darker creeping in. “Missed you so fucking much, baby.”
“You mean you missed fucking me?” you asked knowingly, pulling a boyish grin from him so easily.
“What if I said yes?” Chan asked softly. “What if I told you I miss the feeling of being buried inside you, feeling you clench around me, and hearing those pretty little moans?”
You lowered yourself into his lap, smiling at him. “Then I'd tell you I'm feeling quite empty still, even though your dick is even less tucked away in those cursed grey sweatpants than usually.”
Chan's lips met yours with haste, clashing against them. His arm settled around your waist, his other hand fondling up your side, slipping beneath your shirt. You gasped into the kiss at the feeling of his hands against your skin. His finger barely traced the hem of your bra, a soft groan rising from his chest. “Ride me?”
You chuckled, humming softly against his lips. “Is that a good time to put on Railway, Mr. Brace yourself, take a seat?”
Chan's ears turned red, a giddy giggle leaving him. “Yeah? You think of that when you listen to it?”
“Oh, please, Channie, this song is based on our time in Milan,” you laughed, earning another giggle from him.
Chan hummed softly, hands running up and down your thighs again. His lips traveled down your neck, fingers gently tugging at the hem of your sweatpants. “Let me help you?” You grinned and stood back up, letting him tug off your sweatpants, stepping out of them with ease. His hands roamed your skin almost immediately again, eyes taking in every detail. Back in his lap, his fingers ghost against your clothed core, drawing a soft sound from you. “May I?” he asked softly, and you nodded, gasping as his fingers gently tugged your panties aside and slipped between your folds.
All these years, and he still asked like it was the first time. He still looked at you in wonder, his fingers still mapped out every inch of your body like they hadn't done so before countless times. And god, this man always took his time, no matter how much he needed you.
Chan gave you a gentle warning before his finger pushed inside you, stretching you ever so gently. He smiled at the soft gasp that left you, his hand soothingly caressing your hip. It didn't take long until he deemed you ready, fingers stretching you perfectly.
You tugged off your panties, dropping them to the floor next to your sweatpants. Chan shuffled down his own and his boxers, lying back down. His hands found your hips as you scooted forward and braced yourself on his chest. Chan reached down between your bodies, carefully dragging the tip through your folds, bumping against your clit, which made you bite back a moan. “Relax for me, beautiful,” Chan told you before carefully pushing inside.
A low moan fell from your lips as you sank down on him, fingers curling against his chest. “God, Channie,” you moaned as you were fully seated on him.
Chan's grip on your hip grew tight, but that was the only sign of his own impatience. “You feel so good around me, baby,” he told you with a sweet smile.
You leaned down, brushing your lips against his slowly. Your foreheads touched, breath mingling, the earlier teasing melting into something softer. He always did this. No matter how worked up he was, he would slow down the moment he saw that look in your eyes. “You’re so unfair,” you murmured, fingers sliding up into his hair. “Looking at me like that.”
He huffed a quiet laugh against your mouth. “Like what?”
“Like you’re in love with me or something,” you teased.
He looked comically offended. “I am.”
Your hips moved experimentally, drawing a breathy sound from him. His head tipped back against the bench for a second, biting his lower lip to hold back the groan leaving him.
“Don’t hide from me, love,” you whispered.
“I’m not,” he answered softly. “I just…I really missed you.” You rolled your hips again, gentler this time, and his hands tightened reflexively before relaxing, thumbs tracing slow circles into your skin. His jaw clenched briefly, but his eyes stayed warm. “The weekend felt longer without you,” he admitted.
You smiled down at him, brushing your nose against his. “Dramatic.”
“Just honest,” he corrected. You began moving properly now, slowly and unhurried, setting a rhythm that deepened his breathing. His hands guided you without forcing, as if he were learning you all over again. The teasing faded again as the pace deepened slightly, your movements growing more instinctive. His voice dropped, rougher now, but still gentle. “You’re okay?”
“Yeah,” you breathed. One of his hands left your hip to cradle your face instead, thumb brushing over your cheekbone. The intimacy of it made your chest tighten. Even like this, especially like this, he treated you like something precious. Your rhythm faltered slightly as you leaned into his touch, kissing him again, slower this time.
Chan moaned softly, fingers digging deeper into your skin. “Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” he breathed out hoarsely. “Can I take off your shirt?” he asked sweetly, and you let him do as he pleased. The way his eyes met yours right after you knew exactly what he wanted and gave him an encouraging smile. Still steadying you with one hand, Chan's other moved behind you, unclasping your bra with a swift movement.
His head dipped, plush lips traveling over your skin. The teasing edge from earlier had melted completely; what remained was slow affection. His mouth pressed gentle kisses along your collarbone and down the curve of your chest. You inhaled sharply when his breath fanned across sensitive skin, fingers tightening in his hair. “Channie…”
He hummed against you, the vibration sending a shiver down your spine. One hand stayed firm on your hip, grounding you, while the other traced lazy patterns along your back. He wasn’t trying to overwhelm you; he was savoring every piece of you. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured quietly, lips brushing your skin between words.
You laughed breathlessly. Your hips moved again, slow and rolling, drawing a strained exhale from him. Chan's hands guided you a little more firmly now, helping you set a steady rhythm. His breathing deepened, chest rising beneath your palms. You leaned down to kiss him, your tongues brushing, lips parting lazily, both of you smiling into it.
“Missed this,” he confessed against your mouth.
“Missed you,” you answered gently.
His arms tightened around you, pulling you closer so there was barely any space left between your bodies. He pressed his forehead to yours again, eyes soft despite the heat building between you. “Love you so much, baby,” he whispered against your lips.
“Love you too, Channie dear,” you whispered back, kissing him lovingly. “Now let me take care of you,” you told him. You pulled back then, bracing yourself on his chest and picking up the pace.
Chan moaned below you, hands gripping your skin firmly. “Fuck, you're so pretty,” he moaned, his eyes darting as if he were unsure where to look first.
“Want me to go faster?” you asked breathlessly, and Chan nodded with a low whine. You picked up the pace once again, your skin meeting his forcefully.
Chan's head dropped back against the bench, eyes pressing closed for a mere second before he forced them back open to not miss a single second. “Shit, baby, you feel so good,” Chan moaned out shamelessly. “Taking me so well.”
You circled your hips, drawing out a low groan from him. His hand fondled up your thigh before his thumb found your clit, rubbing soft circles against it. Your hips stuttered with a whine, lashes fluttering with pleasure. “Shit, Channie, don’t stop,” you begged him softly.
Chan smiled, sitting up fully again and making you moan softly at the change of the angle. His arm wrapped around you to keep you in place, lips finding yours. Your arms wrapped around his neck, fingers slipping into his hair with ease. “Wouldn’t even think of it,” he promised with a soft giggle, his thumb working your clit perfectly.
Chan’s head dips down, lips wrapping around your nipple with a soft groan. You moaned out at the extra stimulation, your cheek pressing against his hair. Chan’s hips twitched as you started clenching around him, your stomach tightening at your nearing release. Your hips stuttered, as if your body didn’t know which sensation to chase first. The grip in his hair tightens, drawing soft grunts from Chan. “Channie,” you whined in need.
Chan pulled back almost immediately and lowered you onto the bench instead. His lips found yours in a heated kiss as he started thrusting into you steadily, one hand braced against the bench, the other still circling your clit. You tugged at his tanktop and he quickly pulled it off, throwing it onto the ground. “Fuck, Y/nnie,” he panted softly against your lips, and that’s when you got an idea.
You guided his face down to your neck, his lips immediately worshipping your skin there, kissing and nibbling at it softly. Your hand fumbled for your phone on the floor, opening your camera, the other lovingly tugging at Chan’s hair. You start a video and direct the camera at the mirror above you, groaning softly at the sight of you.
His hips met yours steadily, his strong back perfectly displayed in the mirror. You moaned softly as he hit the perfect spot, wrapping your legs around his waist and meeting his thrusts eagerly. You soon ended the video, knowing he’d love seeing it, and dropped the phone back on the floor, your fingers digging into his back. “Channie, I’m close,” you moaned needily, your walls fluttering around him.
Chan groaned against your skin, nibbling at your neck. “It’s okay, baby, let go,” he told you softly, his own thrusts stuttering. “I’ve got you, baby, you did so well, come on, my sweet girl,” he rambled on breathlessly, moaning shamelessly as you clenched around him.
A loud moan of his name left your lips, thighs shaking as your orgasm washed over you full force. You tugged on his hair, whimpering in relief when he stilled inside you, painting your walls with a sinful groan. He pulled you back up and fell down against the bench himself, pulling you on top of him, as if he’d been afraid to put all his weight onto you. You sighed happily and collapsed against his chest, panting softly.
A happy giggle left Chan, wrapping his arms around you tightly. “You’ll always be my favorite workout routine,” he teased you.
“Dummy,” you smirked happily, thinking of the video you took earlier. You’d keep that for the perfect occasion to send to him, then.
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smutty drabble ib a super scientific productive talk from a little while ago with my lovely @chrizzztopherbang !!
the gym was almost unrecognisable at this hour. at 3:27am it was quiet, stripped of its usual chaos. machines stood idle in neat rows, metal frames catching the dim light like sleeping beasts. your footsteps echoed against the polished floor, each one loud enough to remind you how late it was.
chan sat facing away from you on the bench of the cable row machine, towel slung around his neck, hair damp and sticking to his forehead. to your pleasurable surprise, he had decided against wearing his typical black tank top tonight. the sight of his bare back, all sharp lines defining his hard work made you squirm. was it hot in here? you snapped out of it as he turned at the sound of your steps, that small, familiar grin tugging at his mouth.
“you came,” he said, voice low and edged with that late-night calm. he laughed softly. “i thought you’d pull out again.”
your head snapped up to make eye contact with him, and as if he already knew what you were thinking, he reached to adjust the cable handles, purposely emphasising his exposed muscle. you tried to hide how it affected you. you fail. “yeah, thought i’d finally give it a shot. get you off my back.”
grinning, he invites you to the bench press. he pats it, indicating you to lay under the bar. while taking extra time to adjust the—weight plate free—bar, he doesn’t hide how he shamelessly lets his eyes drag across your body in your exercise gear. “this should be easy enough, the bar by itself is about 15kg. let’s see what you’ve got.”
he moves to position himself behind your head, his veiny hands guiding your form as you start to lift the bar off the rack. “keep those elbows tucked in, focus on your form.” “you need to keep your hands juuuust here, like this.” his several adjustments were soft, but the brush of his fingertips sent electric sparks through your body.
after a little while, he stops you. “you’re doing good, but i know you can do better. i just think you need a little… motivation, yea?”
you feel his hand move onto your thigh, progressively sliding higher until it brushes over your clothed pussy. “let me teach you something.”
“there’s something interesting about working out.” he shamelessly drags his hand on your slit as he rambles on as if this is the most normal thing ever, “all that blood pumping throughout your body straight to the right places, winding you up, engaging your core muscles, it actually increases your sex driv— did i say you could stop your set??” he interrupts himself.
“keep lifting, baby. you said you’d give this a shot, right?” he continues his ministrations as he urges you to continue yours. obediently, you lift the bar—with little struggle—and resume your set. once you’ve somehow reached ten reps, you place the bar back on the rack to take a breather.
as soon as the bar is back in place, chan very quickly gets rid of your workout bottoms that are gatekeeping him from your—now totally soaked through—panties. groaning, he presses a slow kiss to the wettest spot, to which you move to sit up. he presses a hand to your chest, pushing you to lay back once again.
“did i say you could stop? keep lifting.” he said lowly as he snapped the waistband of your panties against your skin, teasing you. “i’ll take care of the rest.”
and take care of the rest he did.
well, in his own pace.
he’d start out soft, practically making out with your pussy on top of the lace, but not giving you enough friction to actually be able to get off. it got on your nerves, bad. struggle-free lifts begone.
you’re unsure whether that trembling in your body is from chan’s performance, the bar, or the pure frustration of not being able to get off properly. probably all three. you moaned through gritted teeth, the exertion of the continuous lifting, combined with focusing on chan’s tongue through the fabric were huuuge distractions.
when your hips would twitch, trying to chase some kind of rhythm, or when your lift would falter in distraction, he’d pull away.
“that rep wasn’t to your chest enough, baby.” “you barely bent your elbows there, that doesn’t count.” “didn’t you come here with a goal to improve?” “you’re not gonna gain anything from those measly little lifts, push harder.” he’d tease endlessly through that smirk.
the continuous rise in pressure, almost reaching that peak, oh you’d be so close!! but riiight before you could cum, chan would stop to rip some snide comment about your form, sending you all the way back to square one for an orgasm. and he knew it. this was pissing you off now
fed up, you fisted the roots of his blonde hair around his hairline and forced him to look at you in the eye. he had such a fucked-out, pussy-drunk grin on him that you almost forgot why you were pissed. almost. “chan just fucking let me get off already, how many more lifts do i need for one set?”
“just a few more. i’m not fully acquainted here yet. i’m introducing myself. i’m a gentleman after all.” “fuck off with your gentleman-ness.” “well, if you insist”
you were one edging away from hauling yourself off that bench to the restrooms to take care of yourself.
so yes. yes you did insist.
oh how chan loved to rile you up. you tasted sweeter when you were pissed off at him. the brat.
after a few more minutes, something switched in chan. mid lift, “alright. you’re done. put that bar up. now.” once you did, he pulled your panties to the side and dug in. fingers, tongue, lips, desperate to feel you finish. your hand never released chan’s crown, and he’d moan in tandem with each rough tug and pull you’d give his hair.
you reached the peak quickly, finally. it was more intense than you had ever had, or at least for a while. of course he guided you through the shocks and twitches, his fingers never ceasing their massage of your g-spot through the remnants of your orgasm. once you’d come down, he shifted to kneel beside your head, kissing your temple.
“see what i mean by working out making you hornier? i tolddd youuu,” he grinned “i have a lot more to teach you”
you never stopped attending his lessons. no matter how much he could piss you off.
disclaimer do not participate in sexual activity while weight lifting guys, that’s soooo dangerous ! don’t recreate this, pls work out safely !
this has actually been a draft for so freakin long idk why it took me 5ever to finish it,,,,, ignore that it has a crap ending PLS
i'm just gonna leave this here.. and slowly back away... emmie you're a fiend. yes i'm putting all the blame on you, this has nothing to do with me....
have i re-read this 250,000 times since chan changed his pfp? yes.
Huge shout out to all the people who read fics. Who actually take the time out of their busy days to open a fic and read it
Before I started writing in earnest, I did not understand how much writing was going to eat into my fic reading time. We joke about having too many tabs open, but I have a different problem: the amount of tabs I have open on new fics is way smaller than it used to be. My ao3 wrapped would be a sad affair. Unless I’ve subscribed to an author or come across something on my dash, I basically don’t see it
Which has really driven home for me how much fandom cannot just be creators. You have to have people who want to read fic and meta discussions and joke posts. You have to have people who want to look at art and gifs. It has to be mutual.
Community thrives on flow. You have to have that movement of people sharing things with each other for a community to exist
✤ tags: afab!reader, omegaverse, polyamorous ot8, smut, specific warnings on each part, 18+ MDNI.
✤ notes: an aussieracha collab with @emmiesoverthemoon and @ttturnitup! each work is interconnected but can be read as a standalone. comment to join the taglist!
pairing minho x gn!reader? genre a lil fluff, smut word count 1k
summary: minho comes home after a long, stressful day and your touch is exactly what he needs to relax
warnings sub!minho, handjob, one spit mention, kissing, breath play
a/n: i had a dream, woke up, wrote down what i remembered + ta-da a fic is born!!
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Minho enters the home you share, locks the door and drops his bag on the ground. His shoulders are heavy, weighted down by the stresses of the day. He walks through the house looking for you, dragging his feet along the way.
He finds you in the bedroom, your back is turned, folding the freshly washed laundry. Quickly he closes the gap between you and wraps his arms around your waist, dropping his head on your shoulder. He’s finally home.
“Hey my love” you say, one hand reaching up to stroke his hair, while the other draws small circles across his arms, “hard day?”. You’ve been together long enough for you to know how he was feeling in this moment.. and how to help him.
Minho only responds by nodding, tightening his hold on you. You tap his hand to release slightly, and turn to face him. He lowers his head to the floor, but you lift his chin to meet your gaze, and whisper against his lips, “It’s okay.. Let me take care of you”.
With your hand still on his chin, you pull him and connect your lips. He responds, sighing a little at the feeling of your soft lips on his, the day slowly washing away. You continue to take the lead, moving your mouths as one, your hands exploring your boyfriend’s tired body. Massaging his shoulders, his back, his ass.. Drawing out contented hums.
You relocate your mouth to his neck, leaving open mouthed wet kisses along the sensitive skin. Your fingers find place in his hair and make a fist, tugging just enough to bring pleasure not pain. Minho closes his eyes, his mouth slightly parted, his breathing deep.. You didn’t often see this side of him, he was usually the one in charge, but sometimes he felt deflated and needed you to switch roles. Something you were more than happy to do.
Reaching down between your bodies, you palm his crotch through his pants. The makeout session clearly had an effect, as you can feel his cock hardening, fighting against the zipper. You continue to rub his bulge, pecking his lips, until he groans out a barely audible, “Please..”
You quickly undo his belt and zip, and release his stiff cock from its prison by pushing his pants down just around his thighs. Minho is putty in your hands, ready to be moulded, his cock ached, he was desperate to feel you, “Please touch me.. Please baby.. I need you to touch me.. Please..” he pleads, looking down at you with glossy eyes.
How could you ever deny that face? Your hand makes its way back to Minho’s hair gripping it once more, you pull him to you again, kissing him. The kiss is slow, intentional, passionate.. He opens his mouth to let your tongue in, you moan when he sucks on it, kissing you back messily. Minho gets utterly lost in the kiss, pouring his stresses into it, he didn’t realise anything else was happening until you wrap your hand around his shaft, causing him to gasp into your mouth.
You swipe your thumb across his tip, collecting the precum that pooled there, and coat his length with it. Minho watches you, following your hand as you bring it up to his face, “Spit baby..” you say, and he obliges straight away. Your hand resumes its place, keeping eye contact with Minho, you watch his face change feeling you slowly stroke him.
His eyes flutter closed, soft moans falling from his lips as your fingers caress his swollen head, “Mmm yes… Ahh.. That feels good..” He leans down to kiss you, you reciprocate it drinking in his groans. You roll your hand down his manhood, then back up, down, up…
You try to focus on your mission, but the noises your boyfriend is making travels straight between your legs. Your thighs rub together subconsciously, grasping at any sort of friction you can get.. Your job right now though is to make him feel better, so you begrudgingly push the feeling to one side.
“Please.. Keep going.. baby..” Minho pants against your mouth, followed by a deep drawn out moan. And you do keep going. You pick up a light speed, twisting your hand, cupping his balls, tracing your fingers across his lower abs.
Minho’s shoulders drop, his hands work their way under your shirt grabbing at your bare skin, “Mmm fuuuck… Yesss..” he purrs with pleasure letting his head fall backwards. He’s relaxing.. You feel him twitch in your hand, so you turn the speed up a little more, focusing on the sensitive head of his cock. You close your fist tighter around it and fully jerk him off, filling the room with loud wet squelching and Minho’s deep growls.
The knot in Minho’s stomach ties tighter and tighter, the faster your hand pumps him. He grabs your free hand from the back of his head, and moves it to his throat, “Nghhh, I’m gonna cum.. Squeeze..”. You look him over, watching his breath escalate, “You’re sure?”
“Yes honey, f-fuck.. Please.. Oh.. My god..” He’s breathless now, but you follow his command and tighten your hand, feeling the vein pulsate. Minho looks at you, through tear glossed eyes, “Yes.. Yes.. Yes.. I’m cumming.. Don’t s-stop..”
You place a kiss on the side of Minho’s mouth. His grip on you tightens as he holds you for stability, “Let go Min...” you whisper, encouraging him. He indulges you and caves in, welcoming his climax with open arms. Thick white ropes paint your hand, and he stumbles towards you shuddering. You continue to slowly stroke Minho through his high, after releasing your hold around his throat. He lets out a deep breath, gripping you tightly, trying to recover.
Minho’s full vision returns just in time to see you lick your fingers and hand clean, “Do you know how much I love you?” he says gently stroking your face, watching you with adoration. Your response is cut off by him crashing his lips to yours, in an open-mouthed kiss. It takes you by surprise, but you quickly match his urgency. He peppers wet kisses down your neck, and across your collarbone, then returns to your lips, “Thank you baby.. I promise I’ll return the favour”
i had a continuation of this, that i was planning for min's birthday..... but it wasn't quite ready and i had other wips that needed finishin, so i didn't get to post it🫠
i know, naughty rae
but.. i think it's ready.. i'll post it soon, pinky promise.
a/n: ever since i saw these photos of him, i had the idea pop into my head and i HAD to write something down. it's all i can think about. (there may be some grammar issues, i'm sorry about that! i didn't really read it through) also, fuck you chan.
“You really can’t help yourself, can you?” Chan teased, thumb brushing your cheek as you sank to your knees between his legs.
You didn’t answer. Instead, your fingers made quick work of his belt, tugging down his zipper until he sprang free, thick, and heavy. You wrapped your hand around the base, stroking slowly while your tongue teased the tip, tasting him before sinking your lips around him.
“Fuck, hmm yeah..”, Chan’s head tipped back, “That mouth feels too good”. You hollowed your cheeks, sucking harder, savoring the weight of him on your tongue. His hand threads into your hair, guiding you down.
Chan groaned, “Just like that.. Keep going”. You inched back, saliva glistening on your chin, then slid him into your mouth again, swirling your tongue around him. His hips twitch, the more you hum, and suck.
That’s when you heard it, the quiet click of a camera. Your eyes darted up, to see Chan holding his phone in one hand, angling it down at you. The shutter noise went off a few times, Click. Click.
Chan encouraged you, “Don’t stop”, he moaned, snapping pics, “Look at you, pretty little mouth stuffed full. I should’ve done this a long time ago”.
Your cheeks burned, but the heat only turned you on more. You took him deeper, gagging slightly, tears pricking your eyes as the camera shutter fired again.
“That’s it. Show how much you love sucking my cock. Open wider for me”, and you obeyed, edging back with your tongue flat, spit stringing between your puffy lips and his shaft. You tap the head of his cock on your tongue, before closing your mouth around him again. Another groan, another picture. Click.
Chan tossed his phone aside, reached into the nightstand, and grabbed something bulkier, a sleek black digital camera. He flicked it on, the beep of the flash charging echoing in the room.
“I’ve been practicing, you know”, he said with a wicked grin, pushing the lens cap off. “Got this camera last week, but haven’t found the perfect subject yet”, Chan angled the lens down at you, “Well until tonight”. He turns the lens once, and continues smirking, “Smile for the camera, sweetheart”, with that, he pressed the button. Click. The first burst of light filled the room, capturing his cock glistening in your mouth, your lips stretched wide around him. Click. Another as your eyes looked up, tears in your lashes, spit dripping down your chin.
“Fuck, that’s beautiful”, Chan groaned, lowering the camera a little to watch the live screen. “You look so fucking good on your knees. Hold it.. Yeah, just like that”. Click. “Show me how deep you can take it”.
You swallowed him down, throat tightening, eyes watering, his hands began to shake around the camera, the more you bobbed your head. Chan shifted on his elbows, angling the shots from above, from the side, catching your cheeks hollowing out.
“You’re so fucking pretty baby”, he whined, breathless, “Pretty on your knees. Pretty choking on my cock. Pretty when you look up at me like that.. I could explode right now”
You moaned around him, loving when he spoke to you like this. Your thighs clenched together, as you watched him catching every obscene detail of you being defiled, through his lens.
Chan quickly puts the camera to one side just long enough to grip your head with both hands, to fully use your throat. His hips snapped forward until you were gagging around him. He whimpered as he fucked your throat, moaning your name, “Hold still, hold still”, he panted, popping out of your mouth, and stroking himself frantically.
The first white spurt hit your cheek, then your lips, then across your nose, your eye that you closed just in time thankfully.. You gasped, mouth open, face covered in him. Chan growled, shaking, finishing against your skin before fumbling to pick the camera back up.
Click. The shutter went off, catching you dripping, glazed, smiling up at him. Chan tilted your chin up with his hand, snapping more photos while his cum slid down your skin. You stayed perfectly still, knees sore against the floor, chest rising and falling as he captured you from every angle.
“Covered in cum, sweaty, fucked out, and you still look good enough to eat”, he laughed, staring down at you.
You smile widely with your lips parted, tongue darting out instinctively to lick a drop from the corner of your mouth. Chan’s groan this time was guttural. Click.
“Stay just like that, tongue out for me”, he said with pride. You obeyed, sticking your tongue out and holding still while his cum dripped onto it from your lips, the flash bursting again and again.
“Perfect.. You are perfect, my little model”. Chan moved to sit up slightly, angling the lens down at your chest where the spit, tears and cum cocktail pooled. Click.
A deviant light bulb switched on in Chan’s mind, “Spread it with your fingers for me”, he ordered. You comply, dragging his fluid across your skin with shaky hands, smearing it down your chin and throat. Click. “Filthy”, Chan giggled, biting his lip, completely enamoured by you.
He set the camera aside finally, and pulled you up into his lap, looking at you lovingly, “That was hot.. You know, I’ll be looking at these pictures for days”. Instead of letting you respond, Chan takes the opportunity to kiss you, it’s messy and deep, he grips your hair, moaning while he used his tongue to taste himself on your lips. You break the kiss before he eats you alive, and croak, “Who’s filthy now?”
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ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: changbin 𝙭 fem!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧. ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: fluff/smut. nonidol! bestfriends to lovers. ᴡᴄ: 2.6𝙠. ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: public, oral (f recieving), a lil dirty talk.
a/n: hii @l0bulariia it's me your secret stay! i'm super sorry with how late it is, life was kicking my ass. hopefully you'll enjoy it <3
a/n: thank you to @emmiesoverthemoon + @makeitworse for organising this secret stay event, it was fun! pls go check out the other wonderful gifts folks x
Seo Changbin was good looking, smart and popular. He was the guy in college that everyone wanted, seemed to be good at everything without trying.. an ace if you will, and every day you’d notice everyone start to sweat whenever he walked by..
Seo Changbin, was your best friend.
You had known each other since birth, as your moms are best friends, and the more you grew, you became inseparable. Whether you were both crying in tandem as toddlers, running around the school halls, pranking teachers as pre-teens or studying as young adults, it was always you and him. He was scrawny, and weird, but you understood each other in a way that you had to be friends. Even now, as young adults, you were in each other's pockets, purely as friends of course. Although your moms would make jokes about you being an old married couple all the time, and you’d both physically recoil thinking about it. Changbin may not be that scrawny kid anymore, he may be muscular and the object of every girl's desires, but to you he was just.. y’know.. Changbin.
Everyone knew you around college as the loud duo, but today was different. Changbin was still his usual carefree, annoying self, but you were stressed and tired from studying all night, which made you cranky.
On your way to the library again for yet more studying, your phone buzzed:
You rolled your eyes and contemplated replying. I mean he was your best friend, but you had no sleep the night before and had been using your brain the entire time; you weren’t in the mood for his shit. After deciding not to reply, you lock your phone and shove it back into your bag. You continue to walk a few more paces, when your phone buzzes yet again. Sighing, you unlock the phone and scan the screen.
The hallway to the library was surrounded by big glass windows, and in direct sight of the courtyard below, a big detail you happened to forget. You mentally curse a few times, and sigh again heavily, then look to see Changbin waving at you, jumping up and down. Reluctantly, you wave back and begin walking in the opposite direction of the library, down the stairs, and towards your best friend. “Hey! What’s up with you?” he says, hugging you tight.
You pull away from him and snap, “Changbin, you know I’m stressed with exams. I haven’t slept in days. You may not care, but I do. I need to pass this to keep my grade. I just wanna study right now, and you’re getting in my way!” Changbin looks at you wide-eyed in disbelief, when was the last time you called him by his full government name? Plus you’ve never yelled at him like that before.
Still silent, he takes your hand and begins to walk. “Where are we going?” you say stumbling behind him, trying to keep hold of all your books.
“We’re gonna study. You’re stressed with studying right? So we’re gonna study.. And I’m gonna help you.” You blink at him, and find your balance well enough to walk next to him instead.
Once you reach the library, you realise how quiet it is. It’s the end of the day, so the computer room and desks that were usually filled with students, now only had one or two doing last minute work. You walk past the bookshelves, take a seat at one of the tables in the back room, and lay out your textbooks.
An hour passes and you are neck deep in your notes. Changbin had helped you write notes on sticky pads, and quizzed you whenever you read a chapter of the book. You felt you were getting somewhere, things were looking up, then you hit a block.
For some reason you kept getting this particular section of questions wrong. It was frustrating, the anger was building up inside of you, and you were going to explode until you felt a calming hand on your back. It snaps you out of your haze, you see Changbin crouching next to you, with a worried look plastered on his face.
He looks at your hands, and you follow his eye line, finally noticing that you’re gripping the fuck out of the table. You exhale, and let go, sinking back into your chair, defeated. “Hey. Okay. So. Don’t kill me, but I have an idea”, he says, rubbing your back, “I think I can help you relax.. Maybe you can study easier after”
You sigh and rub your temple, “It’s okay Binto, you’re already helping me, you’re doing enough.” Changbin shakes his head, “No loser that’s not what I meant..” You look at him utterly confused, “My brain isn’t in the mood to solve puzzles, so spit it out. What are you saying?”
He moves his hand from your shoulder, and leans in closer to you, "I mean, I can help .. In another way. If you’ll let me that is” he whispers with a smirk on his face.
And then it hits you. Like a truck.
You’ve never been attracted to Changbin like that, you were besties, but now suddenly you were looking at him, contemplating. It’s clear, you must be stressed out.. You shake your head, “If you’re saying what I think you’re saying.. Then you’re insane, and I don’t have time”
Changbin brings his finger to his mouth to make a ‘sh’ motion, slowly stands up and kisses your head to test the waters, “It’s okay, don’t worry, we have time”, You don’t move, you just.. Stare at him. He outlines your face with his fingertips, and moves behind you, massaging your tense shoulders. You sink into his touch, it does feel kinda nice.. Changbin leans to your ear, “Just say the word, and I’ll help. You wanna get this information in your head right? Let me help you clear some space”
Instinctively your head tilts into the relaxed feeling, Changbin relocates to standing before you again, and brushes his thumb over your lips, “Well? What d'you say?”. You sigh a little, “Fine.. You can help. Under one condition. You can't fall in love with me after” Changbin smirks and nods, “If anyones gonna fall in love when I'm done, it's you, princess. Now shut up and let me do my thing"
Shit.. Why are you sweating?
You watch him sink to his knees, not breaking eye contact, and suddenly, it dawns on you what the hell is happening, so you grab his hand, whisper-yelling, “Um, you’re not serious right?! I didn’t mean here. Do you not know where we are?”
Changbin lets out a high-pitched chuckle, "You’re stressed now, I’m gonna help now”, he grins at you, “I guess you’ll just have to be quiet.”
“We are not doing anything in the LIBRARY!” you raised your voice slightly at the end, making someone shush you. You lower your voice to a whisper again, and continue, “Plus as you can hear, we’re not alone.” Changbin completely ignores you and crawls under the table. "Changbin! What the hell are you doing?!” you whisper, looking down and panicking slightly.
He peeks up at you hearing his full name again that’s twice in one day now, you're pushing it.., and shrugs, “Helping out a friend in need.” He slaps your thigh and you jump slightly, your head shoots up to scan your surroundings. There’s no one around you, but you can see a few students in the side computer room. They aren’t facing you; but if you see them, it means that they can see you if they turn around.
“Come on.. Open up,” you hear Changbin say. You slowly open your legs and curse yourself for wearing a skirt, giving him easy access. You feel him stroke up your cloth-covered lips with one finger, just missing your clit. Up and down, he teases you, over and over. You shiver and close your eyes, in disbelief as to what you were doing, but also desperately wanting him to touch you where you really needed it. Isn’t this supposed to help your stress go away?!
Your eyes widen, his finger replaced with his tongue, he licks a slow stripe once up the wet fabric, and once down. You squirm a little a lot. Changbin feels your wriggling, so treats you to a singular lick over your clit, causing you to let out a gasp, before you quickly cover your own mouth. He pulls your panties to the side, and peeks up at you, “You know, I never thought I’d say this to you but, you have such a pretty pussy..” kisses your clit.. “It’s so pink..” another kiss.. “Beautiful,” with that he dives in, picking up the pace with his tongue, sucking and nipping.
Your stomach gets tight, and visible beads of sweat begin cascading down your forehead. You reach down, tangling your fingers in his hair and slowly rock your hips back and forth in an attempt to ride his face, whilst still trying to watch your surroundings. He moans into your pussy softly, as you tug on his strands, and you bite your lip to stifle whatever sound was about to escape you.
Edging closer and closer, your legs shake and Changbin wasn’t letting up. He devours your pussy like a man on a mission, switching between his tongue massaging, and plump lips sucking. It was getting difficult keeping your legs open, but Changbin held you wide, and still, reminding you just how strong he is now.
You quickly look down, eyes meeting with Changbin staring up at you, you can see him grinning while his tongue works your clit. This is insane.. Your best friend is on his knees right now, eating you out in the library. What the fuck.
Your orgasm builds fast, spreading through you in a way that makes everything else fade out, you almost forget where you are. Changbin stays focused, clearly enjoying the effect he’s having, and how you taste.. With a few soft laps of his tongue, you reach your peak. The waves of pleasure wash over you, stress evaporating into the atmosphere. “Wow,” you sigh, giggling a little, feeling 10 tonnes lighter, ready to take on the world.
Changbin doesn’t move from his spot, firmly planted under the table coaxing you through your high. You try to keep your composure, but it proves difficult so you resort to biting on your hand to stop yourself screaming.
“Okay Bin, you’ve served your purpose, you can get up now”, you breathe out. He doesn’t move. “Binnie!”
“I don’t know about you, but I’m really enjoying myself down here”, he smirks, kissing your thighs, “I think I’ll stay just a little.. Bit.. Longer..” Fucker. You can’t help but cover your mouth and giggle, this is pushing it now. A smirk grows across your face, you're kinda enjoying this..
It quickly goes though, when someone calls your name.
You turn around to see your professor. Why is he even here "Studying hard I see,” he said smiling, motioning to the papers and books sprawled over the desk. You were completely traumatised, and still trying to recover, so you smile and nod.
Changbin is crouched in the same position, while your professor speaks. You pretend to bend down to get something from your bag, and mouth to Changbin don’t move. He responds with a salute, and you try not to laugh.
As you sit back up, with the pen that you didn’t even need, your professor proceeds to sit down at the desk to discuss some of the revision points with you.
A devious lightbulb pinged in Changbin's mind, he was gonna mess with you.. He took his opportunity and touched your legs, dancing his fingertips across your skin, kissing the crease by your knee.. Not expecting it, you jump ever so slightly. Your professor looks at you curiously, "Sorry sir, I thought I saw a bug. You were saying?”
Changbin covers his mouth to laugh quietly, and you turn your legs away from him. That doesn't stop him though. He continues his attack, planting little kisses across your thighs, while you try to kick him away.
You realise that too much movement will only cause more suspicion, so reluctantly. Not really. You still yourself, and slowly open your legs. Changbin answers the signal, and wasting no time, he caresses your entrance for a brief moment, before feeling the inside of you with his fingers. You blink hard, trying not to react.
His pace changes, speeding up a little, but still slow enough as to not draw attention to how wet you are. You let out the smallest squeak, and curl your toes.. Changbin knows what he’s doing, massaging your spongy spot just right. Your professor was yapping away, pointing out things in your notes, but you aren’t listening. Of course you’re not. How could you? You knew this was insane, you should pull away but you can't, you didn’t want to.
In this moment, all you wanted was for Changbin to make you cum again, and fast.
“Can we d-discuss this a-another time, sir? I.. I’m not feeling very well,” you stutter out, “In fact.. I.. May- Go home soon”
Your professor looks you over, seeing you trembling, covered in a sheen of sweat, and beams, “Of course! Let’s meet tomorrow. You go home and get some rest. You do look a tad unwell,” You smile weakly and watch him leave the room, looking down at Changbin who was knuckle deep, peeking up at you with a wide dimpled smile.
“Ready to cum again?” he whispers, as he adds another finger. This time there was no answer, you were so close you couldn’t form sentences, all you could muster were vigorous nods, and a lip bite. Changbin tells you to come hither, sucks your clit into his mouth, and hums.. If you were anywhere but here, you’d be screaming bloody murder, back arched like a cat; but instead, you grip the table, and groan internally, feeling the pleasure rip through your body for the second time.
Changbin disconnects his fingers from you, and kisses your lower lips once, before finally crawling out from under the desk. He lifts his shiny, you-covered fingers and sucks them clean, “You taste pretty good. Wanna try?” You open your mouth to speak, but he cuts you off, “Too late!”. Changbin holds your head up by your chin, to kiss you quickly. It was nice to feel his lips on yours, well the ones on your face anyway.. He was an excellent kisser, you could have kissed him all day, but library. Remember?
You clear your throat, and pull away, “So.. Thanks for the help, I’m definitely less tense.” Changbin giggles, stroking your face, “You’re wel-come.. Get it?.. Cause I made you c-”
“Seo Changbin!”, you swat him, “We were having a moment,” Changbin pecks your lips again, smiling, looking at you almost in a trance, “Okay fine fine, I’m sorry!” He interlocks your fingers, and kisses your knuckles, “I guess I gotta take you on a date or something.. If you wanted that”
You fully grin, “I would love that actually. And maybe after, we can do this again.. Properly. Not in a public place. Preferably in a bed. Mine though, cause yours is like laying on a brick”
Changbin pretends like he's been shot, "Rude," He stands up, and starts clearing your books away, "We're not staying here a second longer, you can study tomorrow!"
ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: changbin 𝙭 fem!𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧. ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: fluff/smut. nonidol! bestfriends to lovers. ᴡᴄ: 2.6𝙠. ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: public, oral (f recieving), a lil dirty talk.
a/n: hii @l0bulariia it's me your secret stay! i'm super sorry with how late it is, life was kicking my ass. hopefully you'll enjoy it <3
a/n: thank you to @emmiesoverthemoon + @makeitworse for organising this secret stay event, it was fun! pls go check out the other wonderful gifts folks x
Seo Changbin was good looking, smart and popular. He was the guy in college that everyone wanted, seemed to be good at everything without trying.. an ace if you will, and every day you’d notice everyone start to sweat whenever he walked by..
Seo Changbin, was your best friend.
You had known each other since birth, as your moms are best friends, and the more you grew, you became inseparable. Whether you were both crying in tandem as toddlers, running around the school halls, pranking teachers as pre-teens or studying as young adults, it was always you and him. He was scrawny, and weird, but you understood each other in a way that you had to be friends. Even now, as young adults, you were in each other's pockets, purely as friends of course. Although your moms would make jokes about you being an old married couple all the time, and you’d both physically recoil thinking about it. Changbin may not be that scrawny kid anymore, he may be muscular and the object of every girl's desires, but to you he was just.. y’know.. Changbin.
Everyone knew you around college as the loud duo, but today was different. Changbin was still his usual carefree, annoying self, but you were stressed and tired from studying all night, which made you cranky.
On your way to the library again for yet more studying, your phone buzzed:
You rolled your eyes and contemplated replying. I mean he was your best friend, but you had no sleep the night before and had been using your brain the entire time; you weren’t in the mood for his shit. After deciding not to reply, you lock your phone and shove it back into your bag. You continue to walk a few more paces, when your phone buzzes yet again. Sighing, you unlock the phone and scan the screen.
The hallway to the library was surrounded by big glass windows, and in direct sight of the courtyard below, a big detail you happened to forget. You mentally curse a few times, and sigh again heavily, then look to see Changbin waving at you, jumping up and down. Reluctantly, you wave back and begin walking in the opposite direction of the library, down the stairs, and towards your best friend. “Hey! What’s up with you?” he says, hugging you tight.
You pull away from him and snap, “Changbin, you know I’m stressed with exams. I haven’t slept in days. You may not care, but I do. I need to pass this to keep my grade. I just wanna study right now, and you’re getting in my way!” Changbin looks at you wide-eyed in disbelief, when was the last time you called him by his full government name? Plus you’ve never yelled at him like that before.
Still silent, he takes your hand and begins to walk. “Where are we going?” you say stumbling behind him, trying to keep hold of all your books.
“We’re gonna study. You’re stressed with studying right? So we’re gonna study.. And I’m gonna help you.” You blink at him, and find your balance well enough to walk next to him instead.
Once you reach the library, you realise how quiet it is. It’s the end of the day, so the computer room and desks that were usually filled with students, now only had one or two doing last minute work. You walk past the bookshelves, take a seat at one of the tables in the back room, and lay out your textbooks.
An hour passes and you are neck deep in your notes. Changbin had helped you write notes on sticky pads, and quizzed you whenever you read a chapter of the book. You felt you were getting somewhere, things were looking up, then you hit a block.
For some reason you kept getting this particular section of questions wrong. It was frustrating, the anger was building up inside of you, and you were going to explode until you felt a calming hand on your back. It snaps you out of your haze, you see Changbin crouching next to you, with a worried look plastered on his face.
He looks at your hands, and you follow his eye line, finally noticing that you’re gripping the fuck out of the table. You exhale, and let go, sinking back into your chair, defeated. “Hey. Okay. So. Don’t kill me, but I have an idea”, he says, rubbing your back, “I think I can help you relax.. Maybe you can study easier after”
You sigh and rub your temple, “It’s okay Binto, you’re already helping me, you’re doing enough.” Changbin shakes his head, “No loser that’s not what I meant..” You look at him utterly confused, “My brain isn’t in the mood to solve puzzles, so spit it out. What are you saying?”
He moves his hand from your shoulder, and leans in closer to you, "I mean, I can help .. In another way. If you’ll let me that is” he whispers with a smirk on his face.
And then it hits you. Like a truck.
You’ve never been attracted to Changbin like that, you were besties, but now suddenly you were looking at him, contemplating. It’s clear, you must be stressed out.. You shake your head, “If you’re saying what I think you’re saying.. Then you’re insane, and I don’t have time”
Changbin brings his finger to his mouth to make a ‘sh’ motion, slowly stands up and kisses your head to test the waters, “It’s okay, don’t worry, we have time”, You don’t move, you just.. Stare at him. He outlines your face with his fingertips, and moves behind you, massaging your tense shoulders. You sink into his touch, it does feel kinda nice.. Changbin leans to your ear, “Just say the word, and I’ll help. You wanna get this information in your head right? Let me help you clear some space”
Instinctively your head tilts into the relaxed feeling, Changbin relocates to standing before you again, and brushes his thumb over your lips, “Well? What d'you say?”. You sigh a little, “Fine.. You can help. Under one condition. You can't fall in love with me after” Changbin smirks and nods, “If anyones gonna fall in love when I'm done, it's you, princess. Now shut up and let me do my thing"
Shit.. Why are you sweating?
You watch him sink to his knees, not breaking eye contact, and suddenly, it dawns on you what the hell is happening, so you grab his hand, whisper-yelling, “Um, you’re not serious right?! I didn’t mean here. Do you not know where we are?”
Changbin lets out a high-pitched chuckle, "You’re stressed now, I’m gonna help now”, he grins at you, “I guess you’ll just have to be quiet.”
“We are not doing anything in the LIBRARY!” you raised your voice slightly at the end, making someone shush you. You lower your voice to a whisper again, and continue, “Plus as you can hear, we’re not alone.” Changbin completely ignores you and crawls under the table. "Changbin! What the hell are you doing?!” you whisper, looking down and panicking slightly.
He peeks up at you hearing his full name again that’s twice in one day now, you're pushing it.., and shrugs, “Helping out a friend in need.” He slaps your thigh and you jump slightly, your head shoots up to scan your surroundings. There’s no one around you, but you can see a few students in the side computer room. They aren’t facing you; but if you see them, it means that they can see you if they turn around.
“Come on.. Open up,” you hear Changbin say. You slowly open your legs and curse yourself for wearing a skirt, giving him easy access. You feel him stroke up your cloth-covered lips with one finger, just missing your clit. Up and down, he teases you, over and over. You shiver and close your eyes, in disbelief as to what you were doing, but also desperately wanting him to touch you where you really needed it. Isn’t this supposed to help your stress go away?!
Your eyes widen, his finger replaced with his tongue, he licks a slow stripe once up the wet fabric, and once down. You squirm a little a lot. Changbin feels your wriggling, so treats you to a singular lick over your clit, causing you to let out a gasp, before you quickly cover your own mouth. He pulls your panties to the side, and peeks up at you, “You know, I never thought I’d say this to you but, you have such a pretty pussy..” kisses your clit.. “It’s so pink..” another kiss.. “Beautiful,” with that he dives in, picking up the pace with his tongue, sucking and nipping.
Your stomach gets tight, and visible beads of sweat begin cascading down your forehead. You reach down, tangling your fingers in his hair and slowly rock your hips back and forth in an attempt to ride his face, whilst still trying to watch your surroundings. He moans into your pussy softly, as you tug on his strands, and you bite your lip to stifle whatever sound was about to escape you.
Edging closer and closer, your legs shake and Changbin wasn’t letting up. He devours your pussy like a man on a mission, switching between his tongue massaging, and plump lips sucking. It was getting difficult keeping your legs open, but Changbin held you wide, and still, reminding you just how strong he is now.
You quickly look down, eyes meeting with Changbin staring up at you, you can see him grinning while his tongue works your clit. This is insane.. Your best friend is on his knees right now, eating you out in the library. What the fuck.
Your orgasm builds fast, spreading through you in a way that makes everything else fade out, you almost forget where you are. Changbin stays focused, clearly enjoying the effect he’s having, and how you taste.. With a few soft laps of his tongue, you reach your peak. The waves of pleasure wash over you, stress evaporating into the atmosphere. “Wow,” you sigh, giggling a little, feeling 10 tonnes lighter, ready to take on the world.
Changbin doesn’t move from his spot, firmly planted under the table coaxing you through your high. You try to keep your composure, but it proves difficult so you resort to biting on your hand to stop yourself screaming.
“Okay Bin, you’ve served your purpose, you can get up now”, you breathe out. He doesn’t move. “Binnie!”
“I don’t know about you, but I’m really enjoying myself down here”, he smirks, kissing your thighs, “I think I’ll stay just a little.. Bit.. Longer..” Fucker. You can’t help but cover your mouth and giggle, this is pushing it now. A smirk grows across your face, you're kinda enjoying this..
It quickly goes though, when someone calls your name.
You turn around to see your professor. Why is he even here "Studying hard I see,” he said smiling, motioning to the papers and books sprawled over the desk. You were completely traumatised, and still trying to recover, so you smile and nod.
Changbin is crouched in the same position, while your professor speaks. You pretend to bend down to get something from your bag, and mouth to Changbin don’t move. He responds with a salute, and you try not to laugh.
As you sit back up, with the pen that you didn’t even need, your professor proceeds to sit down at the desk to discuss some of the revision points with you.
A devious lightbulb pinged in Changbin's mind, he was gonna mess with you.. He took his opportunity and touched your legs, dancing his fingertips across your skin, kissing the crease by your knee.. Not expecting it, you jump ever so slightly. Your professor looks at you curiously, "Sorry sir, I thought I saw a bug. You were saying?”
Changbin covers his mouth to laugh quietly, and you turn your legs away from him. That doesn't stop him though. He continues his attack, planting little kisses across your thighs, while you try to kick him away.
You realise that too much movement will only cause more suspicion, so reluctantly. Not really. You still yourself, and slowly open your legs. Changbin answers the signal, and wasting no time, he caresses your entrance for a brief moment, before feeling the inside of you with his fingers. You blink hard, trying not to react.
His pace changes, speeding up a little, but still slow enough as to not draw attention to how wet you are. You let out the smallest squeak, and curl your toes.. Changbin knows what he’s doing, massaging your spongy spot just right. Your professor was yapping away, pointing out things in your notes, but you aren’t listening. Of course you’re not. How could you? You knew this was insane, you should pull away but you can't, you didn’t want to.
In this moment, all you wanted was for Changbin to make you cum again, and fast.
“Can we d-discuss this a-another time, sir? I.. I’m not feeling very well,” you stutter out, “In fact.. I.. May- Go home soon”
Your professor looks you over, seeing you trembling, covered in a sheen of sweat, and beams, “Of course! Let’s meet tomorrow. You go home and get some rest. You do look a tad unwell,” You smile weakly and watch him leave the room, looking down at Changbin who was knuckle deep, peeking up at you with a wide dimpled smile.
“Ready to cum again?” he whispers, as he adds another finger. This time there was no answer, you were so close you couldn’t form sentences, all you could muster were vigorous nods, and a lip bite. Changbin tells you to come hither, sucks your clit into his mouth, and hums.. If you were anywhere but here, you’d be screaming bloody murder, back arched like a cat; but instead, you grip the table, and groan internally, feeling the pleasure rip through your body for the second time.
Changbin disconnects his fingers from you, and kisses your lower lips once, before finally crawling out from under the desk. He lifts his shiny, you-covered fingers and sucks them clean, “You taste pretty good. Wanna try?” You open your mouth to speak, but he cuts you off, “Too late!”. Changbin holds your head up by your chin, to kiss you quickly. It was nice to feel his lips on yours, well the ones on your face anyway.. He was an excellent kisser, you could have kissed him all day, but library. Remember?
You clear your throat, and pull away, “So.. Thanks for the help, I’m definitely less tense.” Changbin giggles, stroking your face, “You’re wel-come.. Get it?.. Cause I made you c-”
“Seo Changbin!”, you swat him, “We were having a moment,” Changbin pecks your lips again, smiling, looking at you almost in a trance, “Okay fine fine, I’m sorry!” He interlocks your fingers, and kisses your knuckles, “I guess I gotta take you on a date or something.. If you wanted that”
You fully grin, “I would love that actually. And maybe after, we can do this again.. Properly. Not in a public place. Preferably in a bed. Mine though, cause yours is like laying on a brick”
Changbin pretends like he's been shot, "Rude," He stands up, and starts clearing your books away, "We're not staying here a second longer, you can study tomorrow!"
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a/n: hurray for the first fic of 2026! the truth is, changbin has actually been wrecking the absolute HELL outta me, so this fic had to be about him.. one day i'm gonna give in and just let him have his way with me.
Hello, @chrizzztopherbang! So, it turns out I'm your secret stay hehe i am sorry it took so long (i worked till the 19th so...) but now it's here and i hope you enjoy it. Thanks @emmiesoverthemoon & @makeitworse for having me in your cute event. Hope you all had a nice Christmas and wish you a happy new year 💜
Pairing: non idol, bf! chan x non idol, ex! felix x fem reader
Warnings: MDNI -> angst-ish, smut, threesome, double penetration, voyeurism, mxm, possessive/jealous chan, i think that's all
Word count: 4.3k (sorry)
Alexa, play Trust by Alina Baraz
“Babe… I kinda want us to try a threesome”
You said it casually, legs draped over Chan’s lap as you both watched EXchange on tv. His fingers moved slowly up and down your bare leg, his hair messy, eyes heavy with sleep.
Chan didn’t even bother looking at you before smiling softly, “Anything my baby wants”, he said, tugging you closer, completely whipped for you.
He didn’t ask who, or why. No, he trusted you blindly, and the only thing he wanted was to see you bright and happy—- he’d literally give you anything. So on the day you agreed, he was kind of excited.
“So”, he started, walking behind you down the hallway when the doorbell rang, “who did you invite, babe? A guy, a girl? I’m down for anything you’re curious about”
You wrapped your hand around the doorknob, your throat tightening slightly. Of course Chan wouldn’t be mad at you, but he definitely wouldn’t be happy to see who your guest was.
“Let’s say it’s… an acquaintance”
The curiosity on his face faltered just a little, “Please don’t tell me it’s Lee Minho. I know you two are good friends, but I swear he has an obsession with my ass”
You laughed under your breath, “In Minho’s defense… you do have a nice ass, babe”, he blushed, giggling at the compliment, “But no, it’s not Minho”, you reassured him.
“Well then, open the damn door already”, he said, voice brightening again
You took a deep breath and opened it. Felix stood there— your ex. His silver hair was tousled under the hood of his hoodie, catching the hallway light. His eyes burned with hunger, and his smirk screamed confidence.
Naturally, Chan froze. His smile melted away, his jaw dropped, all that excitement turning into disappointment. So much he could barely breathe.
“Hey”, Felix said, his tone low and confident, “Long time no see”
You swallowed, trying not to feel guilty, “Lixie… come in”
Felix stepped inside your place like he already had done a thousand times before. You had history— hot, complicated history that Chan knew existed. And because of that, Felix was the last person he’d ever had expected.
Chan finally found his voice when Felix’s eyes lingered on you for a little too long, “Babe”, he said quietly, eyes locked on Felix, “Can we, hum… talk for a second?”
You gently grabbed his arm, “Channie…”
“No, it’s fine”, he forced a smile, “Let’s just… clear something up”
But the moment he pulled you to the kitchen, you could feel his restraint right at the edge of breaking, “Your ex, babe?!”, he whisper shouted, jaw clenched, “Of all people, you invited your ex?!”
You didn’t even get the chance to answer because Felix leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, watching you with a dangerous smirk, like he knew exactly what he was doing to Chan. That’s when Chan stepped forward and grabbed Felix by the collar, slamming him back against the door.
“Don’t”, Chan growled, furious, “look at her like that”
Felix’s smirk only widened, “Why? Afraid she’ll remember how good we were together?”
He knew exactly what he was doing, poking straight at Chan’s jealousy. Felix tilted his head, still teasing, “You sure you can handle sharing her, Chris?"
‘Chris’, nobody ever called him that and it only made his grip tighten
You grabbed Chan’s arm, silently begging him to loosen Felix’s collar, “Babe…”
He didn’t look at you at first. His pulse was wild, breath unsteady, eyes burning, too busy staring Felix down like he could burn a hole straight through his freckled face. When he finally looked at you, his voice shook, “Baby…”, he whispered, “You really want him here?”
And yes— you did. Not just because of history, but because the idea of seeing them both wanting you, competing for you, lit something dark and depraved in your core. Something you’d tried to hide and failed completely.
“Yes”, you answered honestly.
Felix’s lips curled in satisfaction. Chan swallowed hard, like the answer knocked the air out of him.
“Fine”, he said, stepping back and letting Felix breathe, “But if we’re gonna do this…”, his eyes shifted to Felix, lethal, “He only gets to touch when I say”
Felix raised an eyebrow, amused, “So now you think you can control me too?”
Chan grabbed his hoodie again, dragging him closer until their noses almost touched, “I’m not asking”, Chan growled, “If she wants this, we do it my way”
“And what if she touches me first?”, Felix asked shamelessly.
Chan’s voice dropped, darker, “I said what I said”
Felix looked over Chan’s shoulder at you, “Then I hope your boy can keep his girl’s hands to herself”, that made your heart feel like it was about to jump out of your throat.
Chan let Felix go once more, then turned to you, grabbing your waist and pulling you against his side like he needed it, “Baby”, he murmured, “if we’re doing this… I need you on my team”
You cupped his jaw, feeling him melt instantly, “I’m always on your team”, you assured him.
Felix scoffed quietly, “Could’ve fooled me”
Chan spun so fast Felix actually straightened, surprised.
“Second rule”, Chan growled, “You don’t talk unless I let you”
Felix opened his mouth to argue but then ended up smirking instead, “Alright, Chris. Show me how you want to play”
Chan’s hand slid down to your hip. You could feel him trembling— a mix of jealousy, aggression, and possessiveness, “Bedroom”, he ordered, voice and posture shifting instantly, “Now”
None of you— not even Felix —dared to disobey.
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The moment the bedroom door closed behind the three of you, Chan didn’t waste a single second. He grabbed your face with one hand and kissed you like his life depended on it. He was furious, starving, and he made sure you felt it through the way his tongue claimed your mouth, pulling a whimper out of you, swallowing every sound you made. He kissed you like he needed to prove a point— that you were his, that Felix wasn’t a threat, that he still owned every part of you.
Felix watched from a few steps away, hands buried in his hoodie pockets, heat creeping up his neck as he fought every instinct telling him to step forward and slide his tongue into your mouth instead. But he couldn’t, not until Chan allowed it.
When Chan finally broke the kiss with a sharp gasp, his eyes were dark, pupils blown wide. He looked straight at Felix as he spoke against your mouth, “You see this?”, he rasped, “She’s mine. Mine, not yours… at least, not anymore”
Felix’s lips curled in a teasing smirk, “Never said she wasn’t, Channie boy”
Of course Chan hated the tone, hated the mocking nickname. And of course it only made him rougher. He yanked your shirt up and over your head, letting it fall to the floor, then your pants, your bra and panties, stripping you at lightning speed, determined to win whatever silent challenge was escalating.
But Felix was hard to beat, cause the moment he saw you bare, he exhaled softly through his nose, his voice low and sinful like always, “As pretty as I remember”
Chan shot him a cold, lethal look, hissing through clenched teeth, “I said no talking”
Then Chan’s hands curled around your waist as he leaned in, lips brushing your ear, “On the bed”, he ordered, even though he shoved you on the mattress himself.
Your body sank into the sheets as he pressed in behind you. You could feel his hot breath against your neck, “You wanted this”, he whispered, “So you’re gonna take it now”. Then he looked at Felix, “And you, you’re gonna watch”
Chan’s hand slid down your thigh, spreading you open, positioning you exactly how he wanted you— chest low, ass up, just perfect. He pulled away just long enough to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants, never breaking eye contact with Felix. Then he pushed into you in one deep thrust that forced a moan from low in your throat. Your fingers grasped the sheets like your life depended on it as he started thrusting roughly from behind.
Chan groaned low in your ear, “Fuck, babygirl… you always take me so well”
From the corner of the room, Felix watched with a lazy smile tugging at his lips, “Damn… feels like Chris here is trying to prove something”
Chan slammed into you harder, the sounds filthy, the sight obscene. He stared straight into Felix’s soul as he thrust again— deep, possessive.
“Oh, I am proving something”, Chan said through gritted teeth, “Watch closely”
His grip on your waist tightened, each thrust rougher than the last. Your body rocked with the force, breath breaking into helpless whimpers as he fucked you. Felix leaned back against the wall, arms crossed, eyes locked on the way your bodies moved together.
“You know…”, Felix started, his voice dangerously calm, “she wasn’t this loud with me”
Chan’s rhythm faltered for half a second. Then he thrusted harder than before, a growl ripping from his chest as he locked eyes with Felix, “She wasn’t getting this”, Chan shot back, “I’m giving her something you never did”
“Careful,” Felix murmured,“You might fuck her so good she forgets I’m even here”
Chan let out a breathless, disbelieving laugh, “That’s the whole fucking point”
But his rhythm slowed when you started clenching around his length. Not because he was satisfied or he had proven enough— because he had promised you that Felix would get to participate too. And a promise made to you was something he would never break.
His breath moved away from your neck, hands slipping from your waist down to your hips, holding you close as he pressed himself against you one last time, staying deep inside you for a last, reluctant moment. Then he pulled out slowly, against his own will.
Felix raised an eyebrow, amused, “Giving up already, Chris?”
Chan shot him a look that could’ve killed and then exhaled, “No”, he said quietly, almost regretting agreeing to this in the first place, “I made a rule. And I’m sticking to it”
Chan sat down on the bed, helping you up and pulling you to sit between his legs, your back resting against his chest. You could feel his heavy breathing— a mix of physical euphoria and anger. He wrapped his arms around your waist, protective, possessive, and spoke without even looking at the other man.
“Felix”, he cleared his throat, swallowing the lump in it, “you can touch her now”
Felix slowly pushed himself off the wall slowly like a black cat, eyes locked on your trembling thighs, “Touch how?”, he asked, pretending an innocence he absolutely didn’t have.
Chan’s hand slid down your stomach, parting your legs for the silver haired boy, holding them open with a grip firm enough to make you lose your mind, “Eat her out”, Chan ordered, “That’s all”
Felix sucked in his bottom lip, struggling to breathe, then knelt between your legs, the mattress sinking under his weight. You felt Chan’s heartbeat hammering against your back— he was tense, but also restless, fighting to stay in control.
Felix’s hands wrapped around the back of your thighs, then he looked up at Chan, “You sure about this, Chris?”, Felix teased, his smile never leaving his face, “I’m good with my tongue. She might forget about you for a bit”
Chan’s arms tightened around you, breath shaking, “Just do it”, he said.
Felix smirked once more and then his mouth closed around you. The abrupt pleasure forced a broken moan from your throat, hips jerking forward, but Chan held you still, hands pinning your thighs open as Felix sucked devastatingly slow. He moaned against you, the deep sound vibrating through your entire body. And Chan froze.
He watched Felix’s tongue work on you, watched your head fall back against his shoulder, listened to the wet, obscene sounds filling the room. He should’ve felt threatened, furious, but instead— a whimper slipped from his lips. His breath, already uneven,got heavier, and you felt his hard memeber, twitch against your back.
“Fuck…” , Chan whispered, barely audible, “Why is this…”, he cut himself off when Felix flicked his tongue just right and your whole body arched.
Felix glanced up at him mid suck, lips wet with your arousal, “You like watching, Chris?”
Chan stuttered against your ear, “Yeah…”, he admitted.
Felix didn’t smirk this time, he just bit his lip and went back to devouring you.
Chan’s hips rolled forward instinctively, pressing himself against you, “Baby… I… fuck… I didn’t think… watching him eat you would be…”
Felix moaned against you again, louder this time, filthier and Chan grabbed your thighs harder, breath shaking even more. You grabbed the silver locks, tugging for relief, as Felix’s tongue pressed faster, circling insistently.
Chan let out a low, shaky groan, one that surprised even himself. He buried his face in your neck, panting, voice wrecked, “D-don’t… don’t stop”, Chan whispered. But not to you, to Felix.
Felix only smiled against you. And of course— he obeyed.
When Felix slid two fingers inside you— It was over. A sharp, broken cry ripped out of you as you came hard, trembling violently while he moaned into you, tasting everything as you came undone against his tongue.
Chan’s arms wrapped around you, steadying you, whispering, “That’s it, baby… good girl… give it to him…”, your body melted back against his chest, spent, shaking.
Felix slowed, licking you till the last drop. And when it was over, he lifted his head— his lips and chin were wet, pupils blown, breath uneven, “fuck… you still taste so sweet”
And Chan? he couldn't hold back anymore— he grabbed Felix’s hoodie by the collar again and commanded, “Come here”.
Felix wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, stepping in between your legs as Chan slid his hand up the back of your head and turned your face toward Felix, “Kiss her”, he demanded, “Let her taste herself”
Felix didn’t hesitate, he leaned in and kissed you messily, letting your own taste linger on your tongue as he tilted your chin up, one hand cupping your cheek. And then, he pulled away only enough to smirk, “She tastes perfect”
Chan dragged Felix even closer by the front of his hoodie, “Kiss me too”
Felix blinked surprised for a moment, then he obeyed. He kissed Chan hard, desperate, letting him taste you off his lips and smirking when the older man groaned as he felt it. Felix made a low sound in his throat, one hand gripping Chan’s waist, the other braced on the bed beside you. The kiss turned deeper, hotter, rougher— like neither of them could stop.
You watched Chan kissing Felix and Felix kissing back, both breathing hard and when they finally pulled apart, your boyfriend’s voice was wrecked,“Fuck… why does that turn me on so much?”
They were still breathing hard, lips swollen from kissing each other when you leaned back against Chan’s chest and lifted your hand, wrapping your fingers around Felix’s cock through his pants first, and then reached behind you and stroked Chan. Both men froze— you had their full attention instantly.
Chan spoke first, “Baby… damn…”
Felix swallowed hard, hips pressing forward against your palm.
You squeezed them both at the same time, “I want you inside me”, you whispered, voice still shaky from the orgasm, “Both of you”
Felix’s eyes widened and Chan stiffened behind you, asking himself if he heard it right. You dragged your hand up Felix’s length slowly, teasingly, then rubbed your thumb on Chan’s cock behind you.
“I want to come again”, you whispered, breath hot against Chan’s cheek, “Around both of you. At the same time”
Felix cursed under his breath, jaw clenching, “Holy shit, angel…. this is insane…”
“You want us together?”, Chan rasped, lips brushing your ear, “Want both our cocks stretching you at the same time?”
You nodded, stroking them both again. Chan tilted your head back to kiss you possessively, claiming, while your hands kept pumping them. When he pulled back, he looked at Felix with dark eyes, “Take your clothes off”, Chan ordered, “Now”
Felix didn’t argue, he practically yanked off his hoodie over his head, eyes never leaving you as he stripped, cock already hard, flushed, dripping with precum as he climbed on the bed. Chan sat up straight behind you, sitting you on his lap, as his back rested against the headboard and pillows.
“Are you ready, baby?”, he asked, voice making it very clear how restless he was.
You nodded, and Chan slid into you inch by inch— thick, familiar, stretching you open in a way that always made your speechless. A moan spilled from you and Chan’s head fell back, jaw tight, hands gripping your waist.
“Baby… fuck, you’re so warm,so soft…”, he groaned.
Felix watched the whole thing, naked, breathing hard, fist wrapped around his own cock as he knelt between your spread legs. Then you reached for Felix, stroking him slowly, feeling him pulse in your hand in a silent invitation. He crawled closer until you could feel the heat of him between your thighs.
Chan slid his hands from your waist to your hips, holding you open for Lix with both hands, “Go slow,” Chan murmured, “Let her adjust”
Felix nodded, surprisingly obedient, and pressed the head of his cock between your slick folds. The first stretch made you gasp, nails digging in Chan’s thighs. He kissed the back of your neck, whispering, “That’s it, baby… breathe for us…”
Felix pushed just a little more and the three of you groaned at the same time cause as Felix entered you, he brushed against Chan inside you, “Oh, shit…”, he gasped
Chan’s breath hitched, his hands tightening on your hips like he was about to fall apart, “Shit… I can feel him… inside you… with me…”
Felix leaned in, nose brushing yours, voice shaking, “She’s so tight, Chan… fuck… how is that even possible?”
They both took a moment, breathing with you, letting your body adjust around them. Until you spoke, “More”, you gulped, “I can take it”
Chan kissed your face, whispering praises as Felix pushed deeper, inch by inch, until he was fully inside you, pressed against Chan. You could tell your boyfriend was overwhelmed by the way he leaned back on the pillows, chest rising hard as he held your hips to keep you steady, “Baby… you’re taking us so good… fuck, I can barely think…”
Felix’s hands slid up your thighs, trembling, “Hyung… she’s squeezing both of us… I can feel you through her… shit…”
And when his hips buckled forward— instinctively, making the three of you moan— Chan’s hand shot to Felix’s hip immediately,
Chan shot him a dark look, “It feels like instead of being inside her, you’re inside me”
“Well, we can try it if you want it too”, Lix teased
You could feel Chan blushing hard from behind your back. Right when he was about to respond, you grabbed his thighs, steadying yourself, and whispered, “Babe, sit up. I want you both closer. I want you to kiss again”
Wihtout hesitating, he pushed himself upright, arms circling under your breasts, holding you tight. Felix shifted closer, with your body the only thing between them, and then he leaned in, hand on Chan’s jaw.
The kiss was messy, hot, both moaning into each other’s mouths from the feeling of being inside you together. Then their hands started exploring— Felix’s fingers teasing your clit, Chan’s hands cupping your breasts, their mouths leaving your skin just to return to each other, then to you, and then back.
Felix pulled back just enough to whisper, “Move with me…”
Chan swallowed hard, “Yeah… together…”
And they started to thrust— deep, slow, perfectly timed
Your whole body arched against them, breath hitching as their moans mingled behind and in front of you, lips brushing as they fucked you in sync.
Felix kissed Chan again, getting a groan in response. Then they both kissed you messily at the same time.
Your hips push back on Chan, taking him deeper, making him moan against your shoulder, “Holy shit…”, he stuttered, choking out a laugh of disbelief before it turns into another moan, “I didn’t… fuck… didn’t think it would feel like this… so good like this”
The double stretch overwhelmed but in such a good way that your vision blurred, tears escaping the corner of your eyes. Felix noticed and leaned to kiss your neck, then your shoulder, and your jaw, murmuring praise between each breath, “Doing so well for us, angel… look at you, taking both of us so behaved…”. And every time one of them asked you if it was too much, you just asked for more.
Chan was the first to break, you could feel it in the way his rhythm faltered and Felix could feel it too, “Chan, are you…?”, he whispered, voice ruined, head dropping to your chest. Chan replied with a trembling groan
“I-I can’t… fuck…”, he cried, “I’m not gonna last…”
Felix let out a breathless laugh against your skin, shaky with arousal, “Yeah? Cum for us, then, Chris. Right against my cock”
You felt it hit him like a wave. Chan’s voice cracked ashe finally lost it, “Fuck…baby… I’m gonna… shit, I’m…”
His entire body tensed behind you, then finally relaxed as he spilled inside you, hips jolting forward in uncontrollable thrusts. He buried his face in your neck, moaning against your skin, muttering both yours and Felix’s names.
Felix whined softly as Chan’s release spilled around him inside you, the sensation hitting him directly, “Shit… I can feel it… like really feel it”, Felix gasped, breath hot against your collarbone
Chan’s breath stutters in your ear, tears at the edges of his voice as he comes down from the high, still holding you, still twitching inside you.
And he was definitely not done touching you, even though he was still breathless, Chan’s hand slid down your stomach, then lower, finding your clit, rubbing soft circles to help you reach the edge. His other hand cupped Felix’s jaw, pulling him in for a sloppy kiss.
Felix kissed him back, breathless, needy, then looked at you, his eyes heavy with something dark and hungry.
“Now it’s your turn, angel”, Felix whispered, hips rocking gently into you, every tiny motion making Chan twitch, still half hard, inside you. And the feeling— was overwhelming.
He let out a choked gasp against your neck, extremely sensitive nerves already fried.
“Lix…ah… ngh… slow… I’m…”, he tried to plead but his voice broke into a whimper.
Felix smirked wide but worked to soften it with a kiss to Chan's jaw, “I know, Chris. But I'm not done with you yet”
And he meant it by shifting the angle, the most perfect angle that made both you and Chan's roll your eyes back. Your whole body tightened around them both, squeezing uncontrollably.
“Ah… fuck, shit… baby…”, Chan moaned, hips jerking against his own will, overstimulated, a shiver ran up his spine
“Shit… you’re shaking”, Felix breathed, voice breaking, “I can stop if it's too much”
You reached back blindly, distressed by the idea of not having them inside you, fingers finding Chan’s arm, nails dragging lightly on his skin.
“Channie… baby…”, you gasp, voice cracking, “I’m close… so close, don't make him stop… please…”
And of course he was going to do anything you wanted. His hands slid up your arms and up to your chest, pulling you back impossibly closer to him
“Okay… okay, baby… come for us… just come, it's okay…”, he stuttered, overstimulated, panting, barely coherent.
Felix thrusted deeper, faster but he never looked away from your face.
“That’s it… that’s it, babe… just like that…”, he whispered, kissing down your neck, “we’ve got you…”
The feeling was too good— both of them inside you, stretching you fully with Felix hit exactly where you needed him while Chan’s body shook behind you— you didn't last longer.
In a shockwave, you came in a strangled cry, clenching around them so hard Felix’s rhythm faltered and Chan’s breath got stuck in his lungs. Your walls squeezeed both of them, holding them there.
Felix opened his mouth, too overwhelmed thats nothing came out as Chan moaned helplessly against your shoulder.
Your orgasm pulled his out of him, milking him mercilessly. Felix thrusted again and again, till his hips jerked forward with a raw moan.
“F-fuck… she's clenching too hard…”, Felix gasped, “I… won't last… I’m gonna…”, he didn't even finish the sentence before he comes
He spilled inside you, right on Chan’s member. And that completely destroyed him, “Ah… ah… fuck… Lix…”, Chan gasped, voice high pitched with the overstimulation, “Stop… wait… shit, that's too much… too good”
Felix finally slowed down to tiny, shallow thrusts, completely satisfied.
Your body trembled, also overstimulated. Felix pressed a soft kiss to your lips, then your cheek, and neck, whispering, “Good job… you did so good…”, then he looked at Chan's wrecked body and smirked, “... both of you”
Chan couldn't form words, so he only nodded weakly, still shaking inside you, breathing unsteady, hsi soul gone. And when Felix tried to stand up to wear his clothes, Chan pulled him down, the silver haired man collapsing on top of you, making a real sandwich. Then Chan snaked an arm around Felix’s waist and kissed your shoulder, whispering in a wrecked, trembling mumble:
“Baby… we definitely should have done this sooner…”
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THIS IS SO CUTE AND COZY! LAHUSGB>DFUAGBFAHBSFHCBA UWIGDASGBFAJKSB LFWUAYIGDF O:UAGHFAH>FJNYUHGWFLUGFHAJBFLSAUFGWUAFYGHAUOFIHAHLFGAISU&YFG*OWIUGF
Okay here we go: bias, getaway, activity, drink, bed
This is so cute if anyone needs me I'll be in the corner sobbing that it isn't my current reality...
LOOK AT HIS STUPID LIL FACE YES BBY I WANNA MAKE SNOW ANGELS WITH YOU AND THEN DRINK HOT CHOCOLATE AND GET COZY WITH OUR CHOICE OF BEDS LET'S FUCKIN GAURR to sleep I am old and tired
ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: poly!seunglix 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧. ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: fluff/suggestive. ᴡᴄ: 2.5𝙠. ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: none, other than seunglix being menaces. so fluffy it hurts. some mxm if you're sensitive to that.
PROMPT: first holiday together + gift giving.
divider: @lariesographic
a/n: this is day 12 of A Very Merry KPOPmas event hosted by my dear @breakmeoff. i'm so chuffed to be a part of this, and i challenged myself by picking a pair i've never written for together.. seungmin? i haven't at all!! i'm super nervous about it.. also this is more fluffy than i'm used to, so i hope you enjoy. big hug x
The house was nowhere near done. Half the rooms echoed, boxes lined the hallway, the dining table nothing more than a borrowed folding table, but the living room? It glowed with christmas magic, thanks to Felix.
Multicoloured lights wrapped around the tree, garlands draped across the windows, coupled with a pile of pastel fuzzy blankets that didn’t exist yesterday sat by the fireplace.
You hadn’t even noticed all of it last night, so exhausted from unpacking you fell asleep early, leaving your boys hard at work doing house things, this morning though you woke up sandwiched between them.
Seungmin lay behind you, chest to your back, arm draped heavy over your waist, hand resting low enough to make your breath catch. His breathing is even, slow, warm against your neck, while Felix is in front of you, face tucked into your chest, fingers curled against your stomach as if he claimed you in his sleep.
You shift barely, and feel Felix tense up straight away, “Noooo.. Stayyyyy..” he groaned.
“Baby,” you sigh, “I have to get up, breakfast won’t ma-” That’s when Seungmin’s grip tightens too, his voice rumbled, “No you don’t. You’re staying right here”
Felix buried his face deeper into your chest, “Five more minutes. Or five hours. In fact, wake me up in June.” You chuckled, “You can’t sleep through christmas, Lix.”
Seungmin laughed too, then kissed your shoulder slowly, and whispered, “Merry christmas”. His hand slides up your waist, fingers tracing your skin making you shift a little more.
Felix stirred, lifted his head just enough to look at you through half-lidded eyes. He looked unreal like this, sleepy, hair messy, cheeks warm, “You’re starting without me?”. You’re still focused on Seungmin’s mouth and hands, that you didn’t hear Felix speak. Instead you felt him cup your jaw, and guided you into a slow, warm kiss.
“Guys-” you manage to pull away for a second. Felix kisses you harder, swallowing the rest of your thought, while Seungmin grinds his hips against you, chest firm against your back. It pulls a sound out of you, you never thought you could make.
Felix smirked against your lips, at the noise. “Hm.. Beautiful..”
You pulled away again, firmer this time, “You two!! I need to get up, I can't forget dinner too. Gotta get started or no food for us”
Seungmin sighs, “Ugh fine.. Come on. First Christmas in our new home! Let’s go downstairs before Lix fuses to your back.”
“Ha. Ha. Very funny Minnie”, Felix swats Seungmin, and makes a face at him. Seungmin responds by blowing him a kiss, Felix slaps it away playfully.
You stand next to the bed, watching your two loves giggle and play fight, Seungmin is straddling Felix gripping his arms above his head, while Felix thrashes around, blonde hair flying everywhere.
“I’m going by myself” you say, “You two troublemakers stay here”. They both turn to look at you, but Seungmin speaks first, “We’ll supervise!”. You shake your head, walking out of the bedroom “You’ll handsy, distract me. I’ll get nothing done”
“Well, no promises from me,” Felix says, already climbing from under Seungmin and halfway off the bed to follow you.
You hadn’t turned on the heating yet, so shivered your way into the kitchen, it was freezing. Skipping across the floor, you quickly turned the heating dial, and grabbed your gingerbread apron thank you Lix, along with all the pancake making supplies.
“Why do you look hot doing literally anything?” Felix asked, hopping onto the counter.
“Why are you on the counter?” you shoot back, with a smirk.
He grins, swinging his legs. “So I can see better”
You can only shake your head, why the fuck is he so cute?
Seungmin walked into the kitchen and instantly moved behind you, slipped his hands onto your hips as you reached into a cabinet.
He smirks against your neck. “Told you, we’re supervising.”
Felix scowled, “No fair! Who’s fused to her now?” Before you could react, he slid behind both of you, arms around Seungmin's waist, sandwiching you now into the island.
“There, now it’s equal,” he smiled, “I will not be excluded from the christmas morning affection”
You rolled his eyes with love, “Y’know you can cuddle with each other? I’m trying to cook here! Back up!!!”
They don’t back up.
Instead, Seungmin wrapped his arms around you tighter, chin on your shoulder, and Felix had his face squished into Seungmin’s shoulder. Both of them watched every movement of your hands on the whisk.
You can’t help but laugh to yourself, not letting them see obviously, you’re supposed to be stern. Eventually, after not physically being able to cook anymore, you broke free from the death grip, and lifted the spatula in defense, “Consider this your final warning, if I'm manhandled again before I can finish, noones getting any tonight”
“Ugh FINE.. We’ll leave you be, for now.. Anyway, where was the pancake option when I asked last week?” Felix asked, betrayed.
“Maybe cause you asked at midnight,” Seungmin replied while eating a strawberry from the pancake decorating station.
Felix walked over to him, shrugging, “Yeah.. And?”
Seungmin closed the gap, “And.. Next time you want midnight pancakes, get your ass in the kitchen and make them”
“Oooo I love when you’re feisty Min, it’s sexy”
“Lix, behave”
“Make me”
Seungmin grabbed Felix and gave a quick but tender kiss, to shut him up. He melted, the smugness he just had, now dissolving into a soft content hum.
“You’re both ridiculous, it’s cute” you smile, turning away from the stove to see them interlocked.
“And you love it,” Felix sings.
Maybe you do. Okay, you definitely do..
Breakfast goes smoothly, with the three of you having fun decorating your pancakes, sampling each others of course, and dancing to christmas music.
The boys offered to wash up, while you prepped dinner, and then it was time to relax.
“Hey,” Felix says, looking at you. “You didn’t tell me your verdict of the decor”
Seung rolled his eyes, “He was up till 3am decorating.”
“It looks really nice Lixie, great job” you assure him, sinking into the couch between them.
“It does,” Seungmin interjects, “Although he didn’t let me help”
“Yeah, cause you put two strings of lights on one branch last time. Almost sent me into shock”
Seungmin opened his mouth to protest, but closed it, “Okay, Fair.”
You laughed, and looked around the cozy room. Your eyebrows scrunched noticed there’s something missing on the tree.. The star.
“Um Lix? What happened to the star? I remember you going on for weeks about how you chose it, because it 'matched us well' or something”
Felix sprang up off the couch, hands on his hips, “Oh, I wanted to wait.”
“For what?” you asked.
“For cute purposes of course.. I wanted it to be special, first christmas and all-”
Seungmin snorts, “You mean because you couldn’t reach the top?”
Felix glared at him, “I can reach it.”
“You cannot”
Felix turns to you, “Can too!”
“Sweetheart,” you say holding his hand, “you’re a little pixie, and that’s okay.”
He gasps, “Traitors. Both of you.”
Seungmin gets up, and kisses his cheek. “Come on. I’ll help”
You watched as Felix held the star with both hands, focusing hard, as if aligning a portal to another dimension. Seungmin lifted him easily.
“There,” he said proudly, placing it on top.
You clap. “Aw, it’s perfect.”
Seungmin sets Felix down, and retreats back to the couch, “Okay! Gather round everyone”
“Are we having a family meeting?” Felix whispered.
“No,” Seungmin..
“A lecture?” Felix..
“No.” Seungmin..
“A-” Felix.,
“Felix Lee” Seungmin..
Felix huffed, leaning back into the cushions. You sat up, while Seungmin took a breath. He looked at both of you with a mix of guilt and excitement.
“So.. I lied,” he admitted. “About not getting any presents.”
“No gifts,” you said, feigning shock, “We all agreed Seung”
“You CHEATER”, Felix gasped.
You nudged him. “Babe, let him talk.”
Seungmin rubbed the back of his neck. “I know we agreed not to spend anything extra this month, but I couldn’t help it. This is our first Christmas together. Our first home. I wanted to make something for you both.”
“Make something?” you repeated.
He nodded and disappeared down the hallway. You exchanged curious looks with Felix, who mouthed, if it’s a puppy I might cry before Seungmin returned carrying a rectangular, cloth covered object, and set it gingerly on the coffee table.
“I built this in the garage,” he explained, while removing the cloth, “It’s for all of us. Something that’ll stay in the house as long as we do.”
Under it was a wooden frame, polished, hand carved, clearly done with hours of careful work. Inside was a montage of photos he’d printed and arranged.. The early dates, the chaotic moving day, a candid polaroid of Felix asleep on your shoulder, a picture of you and Seungmin covered in sawdust laughing over a half-built bookshelf, a selfie of all three of you holding takeout and smiling with tired eyes.
In the middle of the collage was a single engraved line in Seungmin's handwriting:
3 hearts. 1 home
You covered your mouth as your eyes stung.
“Oh, love..” you whispered.
Felix however, wasn’t even pretending to be composed. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he clutched the nearest pillow.
“I hate you hon”, he sobbed. “This is so beautiful. I actually hate you so much.”
Seungmin laughed, “Come here.”
Felix launched himself forward first, curling into Seungmin’s chest. You leaned into them both, wrapping your arm around Seung’s back, burying your face in his shoulder. Seungmin kissed the top of your head, ans then Felix. “You big cheater,” Felix sniffled, “You broke the rules”
“And I’d do it again,”
It only took Felix approximately three seconds to wipe his tears, sit up dramatically, and shout, “My turn!!”
You groaned. “Lix, we said..”
“Don’t care!” he declared, “I refuse to be the only one who follows rules in this house.”
Seungmin arched his brow, “After all the shit you gave me?! Also you never follow rules.”
Felix ignored him, and sprinted to the bedroom. All you heard was frantic rummaging, a crash, then a triumphant “A-ha!”
He returned with a small box wrapped in brown paper, with a big bow, bigger than the actual box. He handed the box to you first.
“Open!!!” he said, face turning red.
You open it carefully, and look up at him, stunned. “Oh shit.. This must have cost-”
“Not important”, he shook his head, “Do you like it?”
It was a camera. Not just any camera though, a beautiful analogue film camera with a strap Felix had decorated with tiny embroidered patterns. Your initials. Seungmin's initials. Small stars and hearts.
“We love it,” Seungmin choked.
“Really?” Felix..
“Really..” you and Seungmin replied at the same time.
“We have to promise to take pictures. Real pictures. Not just ones stuck on our phones. Ones we can hold. Memories you two can look at even when we’re old and senile and Seungmin is yelling about something or another”
“I will absolutely be yelling,” Seungmin said softly.
You chuckle, and listened to Felix continue,
“I want to remember everything,” he said. “Every stupid moment, every sweet moment, every morning we wake up tangled together. I want physical proof of how good this life is, with you both”
You launched yourself into his arms first this time. Felix squeaked, arms flying around your waist tightly. Seungmin joined seconds later, one hand cupping the back of Felix's head, the other pulling you in.
Felix sniffed again, “Gross. I didn’t plan to cry twice before noon.”
Seungmin kissed the corner of his eye. “You cry every day.”
“Not the point.”
“You guys..” you whispered, “I have something too.”
Felix gasped, “You?! I was sure you’d be the one who followed the rule!”
You shrug, “Well, apparently not. I’m in a house full of rule breakers”
Seungmin rubs Felix’s back, “Go get it babe, before this one combusts.”
“I’m already combusting,” Felix complained.
You hurried to the bedroom, and returned quickly. When you came back, both men were watching you with expectant eyes.
You wriggled in between them, “This is something, I thought about a lot,” you began, “Something that reminded me of us, of how we love. How different we are, but how perfectly we fit”, and handed them both a large envelope. Seungmin opened his first carefully, while Felix tore his open like a raccoon.
Inside was a small book. Handbound journals. Felix blinked, “Wait, did you make these?”
“Yeah,” you said softly. “The covers are made from leftover fabric from our moving blankets. I wanted something personal”
Seungmin flipped his open gently, brows lifting when he saw the first page. He read aloud, “This journal belongs to one of my two favorite people. Inside are moments I never want to forget”. Then he looked at you with glassy eyes, completely silent.
Felix looked through his copy too, where you had written little notes on random pages of memories, and Inside jokes. He traced his finger over a doodle of the three of you, under a tiny house. A wounded noise escaped him, “I- I’m not crying again. I refuse.”
You cupped his cheeks and kissed him, “It’s okay if you do.”
“I have one for me, and another for all three of us. A place to write little notes for each other, or anything really. I wanted us to have something to look back on”
Seungmin let out a shaky breath, and Felix leaned into you, murmuring, “Baby, this is the most romantic thing anyone’s ever given me. Tied first place with bob the builder over here”
You suddenly felt shy. “I’m guessing you both love them then”
Seungmin kissed you, with hand on your cheek. Then he whispered against your lips, “I love it. And I love you.”
Not to be outdone, Felix tugged your shoulders until you toppled into his lap. “I also love it. And I love you more.”
Seungmin snorted, “You’re impossible.”
“There’s plenty room Min, come join”
You cuddle up together, just as you’d started the morning, “We’re horrible at rules, by the way”, you say.
“Yeah, no shit, Seungmin laughed.
Felix laughs too, “This is the best christmas ever”
