Breathe

Idk I keep getting Changbin edits on my fyp and wonder how Chan would react 👀

(Ik some writers need an age confirmation to write mature requests so if you need my age lmk I can provide my blog! Anonymous is just easier 😅)

SKZ Reacts to you watching another members edits:

Bangchan: You sat on the couch, scrolling through your phone as you waited for him to get back from the studio. Lately, you've had to find ways to occupy yourself as Chan was preparing for the U.S.A. tour. Unfortunately, you always ended up going on TikTok as a way to pass the time.

"Hey baby, I'm back!" Chan exclaimed as he walked through the door, expecting to see you waiting at the table to greet him as usual. However, you had drifted asleep on the couch after browsing the latest SKZ videos, particularly, edits. Chan made his way to the living room and glanced down at your sleeping form, beginning to reach his hand out to caress your hair. Upon seeing your screen, he pauses.

His eyes rest on the repeating loop of Changbin at their latest performance, wearing a suit and dancing as an audio of Jeremih’s "Birthday Sex" played over the synced footage. "What the hell?" He whispered to himself, wondering why you chose to spend your free time watching his bandmates, who you spent time with often, thrusting the air to the latest sexy single.

Can I request a Jackson wang imagine in which the reader goes to a concert during his magicman tour where she makes lots of new friends as well. Jackson also brings her on stage and serenades her.

All the fan interactions on the internet with fans living their Y/N dream its just *dreamy sigh*

The lights beamed across the stadium, blasting white, blue, and green across the middle sections. The base n the track vibrated your feet and would've caused you to collapse had you not been jumping and dancing with everyone else in the pit. Instead, you squinted your eyes, shaking your head to the beat and allowing your hair to fall freely over your face. Had you not been in the front row, the volume of your signing could've drowned out the actual performance, but you didn't care.

You had already pre-gamed with a couple of shots of strawberry vodka at your friend's apartment before all 3 of you eventually hopped on the shuttle toward the venue. You hoped the liquor would kick in and give you enough confidence not to worry about the thousands of other screaming fans dying to get as close to the stage as you were. You changed your outfit twice before deciding on dark blue jeans and a black sheer top paired with a silver necklace.

Yet here you were, hair was undone and the top layer of your shirt in your purse as you danced in a black tank top. You paused to turn towards your friend, but before you could ask about the next song, the lights began to dim, and your attention focused on the chair in the center of the stage. The crowd hushed as Jackson Wang picked up a hand mic and strolled towards the front audience.

"For this next song, I'd like to invite a special lady for an up close performance."

The crowd raced, and girls screamed in competition to get his attention. Finally, you turned towards your friends, grabbing their hands in excitement.

"I wonder who it'll be," she shouts, "I wish I could be that lucky."

You smiled and nodded before glancing back towards the front stage.

Jackson did a few laps, teasing the screaming fans that reached towards him before pausing in front of your section. You stood in awe, savoring the opportunity to have him within 10 feet of you. Your friend taps your shoulder hurridly.

"He's definitely looking at you!"

You shake your head, "What? No, he's not. He could be looking at anyone here."

You tilted your chin to meet his gaze, being welcomed by a smirk before he brought the mic to his lips.

"The girl with the silver necklace," you froze.

"Would you join me on stage? He reached his hand towards you as security made room to escort you to him. You grabbed his hand and pulled yourself up, landing in front of him in the chair. He stood above you, allowing you to embrace the smell of his citrus colone before speaking again.

"What's your name?" He leaned down to bring the microphone to your lips. You hesitated, the lights focused on you, and you quickly scanned the crowd for your friends.

He leaned towards your ear, pulling off his earpiece briefly.

"If you're nervous, just pretend it's you and me. It's always you and me."

Hello,

I have been getting many requests and wanted to give an update considering I make an effort to write them within a reasonable amount of time.

Unfortunately, I'm falling back into my depression and am struggling to do many things, including writing. This has been an ongoing struggle for me the past few years. I seem to slip back into depressive episodes without any warning, making it hard for me to be consistent.

Please don't let this stop you from submitting ones you want, I will get to everything in due time. Please continue to be patient with me.

Extravegant: Young-jae, Jay B, Jackson, Bambam

Between their natural taste for flashy items and their hopeless romanticism, they would plan large dates at fine dining restaurants, carriage rides, and plan each event to the minute to ensure they convey their love for you. You end the night overlooking the stars in your sparkling gown, and a midnight kiss.

Casual: Yugyeom, Jinyoung, Mark

You and GOT7 Jackson are filming a roommate kind of reality show but with his members and yours, and one night he shyly confesses to you and you tell him you like him too off camera

If that's possible, thank you in advance ☺️

Jackson Wang x reader

Genre: fluff

It had been several weeks since you had started staying in the group house with GOT7. This being your first reality show since your group's debut, you quickly gained popularity among the viewers, particularly for your brewing friendship with Jackson Wang.

Despite your anxiety and the pressure to be well-liked among your fans and avoid hate from Ahgase, you quickly bonded with him over the other boys. In the beginning, he often engaged you during group discussions and games, looking in your direction for approval. Each morning, he would offer to make breakfast for you and himself once you entered the kitchen. Then, you were forced to share a room with him due to uneven and inconvenient rooming arrangements. The last few nights, you talked for hours upon end out of camera view, laughing, having occasional pillow fights following bickering, and waking up to see him sleeping soundly under the comforters in his bed. Among the chaos, you were admittedly having a great time during your minor escape from the busy life of an idol.

Tonight, you began putting your hair up to begin your nightly routine per usual, before Jackson stuck his head in the door, softly knocking.

"How much longer are you going to take? Are you removing your entire face?"

You giggled, throwing a cloth at the door, "beauty takes time Mr. Wang"

He rolled his eyes, turning around and flopping on his bed. 15 minutes later, you exited the bathroom, makeup-free and fresh from the shower. Your wet hair soaked the back of your oversized t-shirt, causing a wet spot to form.

Jackson sat up from his position, "Why didn't you dry your hair? Come over here," he grabbed a towel from the end of his bed.

Before you could protest, he grabbed your wrist, dragging you to sit between his legs. He gently pushed your hair out of your face before he began patting the sides of your head.

"You're so pretty," he began to focus on the strands of your hair wrapping around his fingers, "I'm not sure if I've told you that."

Your face flushed at the intimate contact, "No, you haven't told me"

He smiled slightly, still stroking your head with the towel, "I should've. I think it all the time."

You stayed silent, partially not knowing how to respond, but also trying to read what he was thinking as you leaned back into his chest.

"You know," he breathed, "if we weren't in this situation, I wouldn't mind living like this."

You shifted your head to the side, making eye contact. "With roommates?"

He paused his movements, "no, with you."

You hesitate, listening to the rhythm of your breaths, "I'm not sure what you mean-"

"Yes, you do," he interrupts. "If we weren't on this show, if you felt the same way, if I could do this for real, I would do it with you. Everything: making breakfast for you, brushing our teeth together, going to sleep with you next to me, and hearing your voice when I wake up."

You tilt your head up, leaving your lips inches away from his, "but this isn't real."

A smile creeps onto his face before he leans over your shoulder, pressing his lips against yours.

Hi dear, let me know if you would like a part 2. Enjoy!

Bangchan x reader

Genre: smut ( 18+ )

From the moment you walked into the recording studio, Chan regretted making the bet with his members. Every November they would have the same lighthearted competition, but every November Chan remained single- until this year.

As you walked into the studio wearing your favorite white tank top and light pink panties, he knew your intentions. The see-through fabric of your top barely hid the swell of your braless nipples as you made your way into his lap, rolling his chair away from his desk.

"Hi baby," he attempted to remain casual despite his cock straining against his jeans.

"Hi Channie, I've been waiting for you all day," you leaned forward to whisper into his ear, pressing your chest against him.

His breath hitched as you ground your hips into him, his hands holding your hips for support. You remained in that position, expecting him to continue his work over your shoulder. However, he remained silent, contemplating giving up the bet during the best opportunity.

After all, who would know?

He leaned forward, pressing his lips to yours and tilting his head, asking for entrance. You allowed his tongue to explore your mouth as your hands trailed to his belt buckle. He paused upon hearing his belt and zipper coming undone.

"I can give you this, but under one condition"

You look up to meet his gaze, your hand sliding into his pants to stroke his shaft, "and what's that?"

Dom!Bang Chan X sub reader

Smut, praise, corruption

Prompt: 'let me make you feel good'

Can't wait to see what you write! Thank you!!

Hi hon,

You didn't mention a daddy kink but I threw it in there because it felt right. I got a bit carried away, but enjoy!

Your back arched against his hands as he held you up against him, slamming you down on his cock to the rhythm of his thrusts. Your legs tensed at the pleasure, clamping around his waist, threatening to push him out.

"You're so good for me", he managed to breathe between his staggered moans.

You wanted to scream, tell him how good he was fucking you, that he was the only one for you, but all you could manage were whimpers as you gripped his shoulders.

As your vision became cloudy, you became all too aware of your situation. He held you up as he kneeled on the bed, squeezing your thigh and hip so tightly they began to go numb. Your fluids covered his abdomen and thighs, yet it only encouraged him to push himself deeper into you. You let out a muffled whine, feeling the burning overstimulation, and leaning further back towards the bed.

"Hold on baby," he lays you down on your back before placing your legs on his shoulders.

He leans over you, stretching your knees towards your chest before positioning his tip at your entrance. He looks down at you; your mascara is smeared, and tears stained your cheeks. He strokes himself once before slapping his cock against you and rubbing your wetness on his tip.

You hold your breath, lifting your hips, desperate for some friction. He grabs the back of your knees before pushing into you, watching as his member disappeared slowly. Tears ran down your cheeks as you struggled to breathe while his girth bullied its way into your tiny hole. You watch as he tilts his head back, letting out a loud groan.

"Chan-", you whimper.

He leans forward once again to capture your lips, forcing his tongue to search your mouth as you adjust to his size. He grabs under your thighs, pushing your legs further up before beginning a brutal pace. You search for some time to brace yourself as your body bounces. He shifts his hands to hold yours to the mattress as he towers over you.

- C

Hi honey,

These are my only restrictions as of now:

I do not write scenarios with minors (under 18)

I do not write CNC (non-consensual) scenarios or anything along those lines

Lee Felix X Reader

Genre: Angst

Warnings: None

Hi Beautiful! Sorry, it took me so long to get back to you. Here you go!

Jisung

You glanced at the back of your boyfriend's head as he sat in between your legs, playing video games. He had been focused on the screen for the past few hours while you watched his back muscles flex each time he got angry. You reached forward, grabbing the controller from his hands.

”HEY! I’m not done, ” he whined.

You smirked, knowing you were getting under his skin. ”How about this, if you lose the next round then you have to do whatever I say.”

He snatched the controller back, flipping back around to finish his game. ”Fine, you’re on.”

After a few minutes, you heard the deep voice of the narrator, ”Game over.”

You chuckled, walking over to your shared dresser and pulling out a bag. He turned towards you in curiosity, ”What are you doing?”

You smiled silently before tossing him a pair of lace pink panties. He stood, confused yet slightly turned on at the sight in his hands.

You beckoned him, ”Well? Put them on baby. I get to be the winner tonight.”

Felix

As you put down the shopping bags, your boyfriend started to happily dig through your items, praising each he held. ”Wow this is so pretty! It’ll look good on you for sure!” He said as he nuzzled his face into your new pink sweater.”

As he rummaged around in the other bags, he couldn’t help but grab the one with a Victorias secret label on the side. He wagged his eyebrows as he reached into the bag. Pulling out matching purple bra and panties, the blood rushed to his cheeks. The lingerie wasn’t like anything you’d ever worn for him.

He glanced in your direction, still playing with the frilly material, ”These are..different. I really like them.”

You laughed, walking over to him and slinging your arms around his neck, ”I’m glad. They’re yours.”