Pank

19 - she/her - english - spanish - big boy obsessss

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Masterlist

🧸 fluff

🍒 smut

💋 suggestive

✨️ crack

Rules

Stray Kids

☆ Long Time no see - Bang chan 🍒

☆ How he eats you out - Hyunjin 🍒

☆ threesome - Han Jisung - Felix 🍒

☆ Caught! - Han Jisung 🍒

Reaction

☆ A Man Who Yearn... 🧸

Hard Thoughs

♡ Bang Chan

🍒 idk lol

🍒 a dream i had... lol

♡ Hyunjin

🍒 riding hyunjin (that photo... you know which one)

♡ I.N

🍒 inexperienced!i.n eating out reader

♡ Han

🍒✨️pussydrunk! han

Time Stamp

[2:47] Bang Chan x Reader 🍒

Ateez

What They Don’t Know - mingi x reader x seonghwa 🍒

Princess~ - San 🧸✨️

Mouthful - Yunho 🍒

Reactions

to his tall girlfriend wearing high heels 🧸💋

to his girl bestie being sad because... 🧸🧸🧸

NCT

Only Theirs~ - poly!Johnny x reader x Jaehyun 🍒

The first - Ten 🍒🧸🧸

Reaction

Getting a Tongue Piercing - Nct 127 💋✨️(?

Enhypen

Reactions

☆ Measuring their d!cks by your belly bulge - 🍒 🍒

Hard Thoughts

HardDom!Niki x HardDom!Jay x Sub!Reader - 🍒 🍒

[yumengnyangnyang]

Well if you insist...

[sluttystranger-deactivated20260]

dry humping has no business being as fucking hot as it is. like yes please be so desperate for me that you can't wait one more second to grind your body against mine.

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Would you be interested if I switched from idols to anime characters? Like, write a little about them?

I feel a combination of fear, nerves, embarrassment, and even intimidation lolll because there are so many writers who are so original and creative... sometimes I don't know how they come up with certain things ajsjskaj

idk lmk, to also variate a bit yk?? because since I started watching gachiakuta (which I trulyy recommend btw) I remembered how fantastic is to have a 3d crush lol

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Thinking about this man's skin... aaahh it looks so soft that all I can imagine is him letting you caress him shirtless, you sitting on top of him, one leg on each side of his body, him relaxed, smiling, enjoying the sensation of your soft hands tracing his neck, his shoulders, down his biceps, squeezing a little to feel his muscles beneath the smooth skin, he even chuckling a bit when your nails gently brush across his chest, giving it a playful little squeeze. "I love this part..." you say as you caress the sides of his lower abdomen, where there's a bit more flesh. He laughs as he grabs the bottom of your shirt (it's actually his, lol). "r u going to let me too?"

[classyrbf]

Me when toji:

Me when gojo:

Me when geto:

Me when nanami:

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Off Camera - 2

part 2 of this

pairing: idol!bang chan x trainee!reader x idol!Hyunjin

wc: 1.605

cw: smut, threesome, double penetration, no protection (zon't zo it), no prep either...

It was like flipping a switch. Chan’s eyes darkened, a spark of triumph in them as he closed the distance, his lips crashing into yours with a hunger that stole your breath.

It wasn’t gentle—weeks of pent-up tension poured into it, his hands gripping your waist, pulling you flush against him. He tasted like salt and desire, every kiss a claim, every movement deliberate. You melted into it, fingers tangling in his hair, tugging just enough to make him groan into your mouth.

Hyunjin wasn’t idle. His hands slid up your sides, teasing under the hem of your shirt, his touch electric against your sweat-damp skin. He kissed your neck, slow and deliberate, teeth grazing just enough to make you gasp into Chan’s mouth. “You’re so responsive,” Hyunjin murmured, voice husky, his lips trailing lower, nipping at your collarbone. “Knew you’d feel this good.”

The contrast was dizzying—Chan’s intensity, all consuming and fierce, versus Hyunjin’s teasing precision, drawing out every sensation until you were trembling. Your hands found Hyunjin’s hair, pulling him closer as you kissed Chan deeper, caught between their bodies, the heat overwhelming. They moved in sync, like they’d planned this, like they knew how to unravel you together.

Chan pulled back just enough to let you breathe, his forehead resting against yours, eyes blazing. “You have no idea how long we’ve wanted this,” he said, voice rough, his thumb tracing your swollen lips. “Every practice, watching you move, trying not to lose it.”

Hyunjin’s hands roamed lower, fingers hooking into the waistband of your leggings, tugging just enough to make your breath catch.

“Tell me about it,” he added, voice dripping with heat as he pressed himself closer, letting you feel every line of him against your back. “You’re dangerous, you know that?”

You were drowning in them, in the way they touched you, surrounded you, made you feel like the center of their universe. The studio mirrors reflected it all—Chan’s broad shoulders caging you in, Hyunjin’s lithe form pressed against you, your own flushed face and wide eyes barely recognizable. It was too much, but not enough, not nearly enough.

“More,” you whispered, not even sure what you were asking for, but they understood. Chan’s hands slid under your shirt, pushing it up and off, leaving you in just your sports bra. Hyunjin followed suit, his fingers deftly peeling away layers, every touch igniting sparks. They worked in tandem, seamless, like they’d done this a thousand times in their minds.

The music still played, a pulsing backdrop to the way they moved you, guiding you to the floor, the cool wood a shock against your heated skin. Chan’s lips found your throat, kissing and biting as Hyunjin’s hands explored, teasing, drawing out whimpers you couldn’t hold back. It was a dance of its own, raw and unscripted, every touch building toward something inevitable.

But they weren’t rushing—not yet. They savored it, drawing out the tension until you were practically begging, body arching into their hands, their mouths. Chan’s voice was a low rumble against your skin “We’re just getting started.”

Chan and Hyunjin had you pinned between them. Your shirt was long gone, sports bra barely hanging on, and Hyunjin’s fingers were already tugging at the waistband of your leggings, peeling them down with a slow, deliberate drag that made you shiver.

Chan’s lips were on yours again, hungry and bruising, his hands roaming your bare torso, thumbs brushing the sensitive skin just under your bra.

“You’re gonna drive us insane,” he growled against your mouth, his voice rough with want. Behind you, Hyunjin pressed himself closer, his chest flush against your back, lips trailing fire down your spine. You could feel him—hard, undeniable—against you, and it sent a jolt through your core that made your knees weak.

“Up,” Hyunjin murmured, his voice a velvet command as he tugged you to your feet. Chan followed, seamless, like they were choreographed, their bodies bracketing yours. The mirrors reflected it all: your flushed face, eyes glassy with need; Chan’s broad frame towering in front, muscles tense; Hyunjin’s lithe form behind, all sharp angles and predatory grace. It was overwhelming, the way they surrounded you, their heat seeping into your skin.

Hyunjin’s hands found your hips, pulling you back against him, and you gasped at the feel of him, hot and insistent through the thin fabric of his sweats. “You want this, don’t you?” he whispered, lips brushing your ear, teeth grazing the lobe. His fingers slid lower, teasing the edge of your underwear, and you nodded, breathless, unable to form words.

Chan’s hand cupped your face, forcing your gaze to his. “Say it,” he demanded, voice low and dangerous. “Tell us what you want.”

You swallowed, the words spilling out in a rush, raw and desperate. “Both of you. Now. Please.”

That was all they needed. Chan’s mouth crashed into yours, a messy, open-mouthed kiss that left you dizzy, while Hyunjin’s hands deftly stripped away the last of your clothes, leaving you bare between them. The cool air hit your skin, but it was nothing compared to the fire of their touch. Hyunjin’s fingers traced your curves, sliding between your thighs, finding you already soaked. “Fuck,” he breathed, voice thick with awe. “You’re so ready for us.”

Chan’s hands were on you too, one gripping your hip, the other sliding down to join Hyunjin’s, their fingers working in tandem, teasing, stroking, until you were trembling, a whimper escaping your lips. “Please,” you begged, voice breaking, and they exchanged a look over your shoulder—a silent agreement that sent your pulse skyrocketing.

Hyunjin moved first, his sweats hitting the floor in a rustle of fabric, and you felt him, hot and hard, pressing against you from behind. Chan followed, shoving his pants down, his eyes never leaving yours as he stepped closer, caging you between them.

They lifted you effortlessly, hands strong and sure, positioning you like you weighed nothing. Hyunjin’s arms hooked under your thighs, spreading you open, while Chan steadied you from the front, his chest pressed against yours, lips grazing your jaw.

“Ready?” Chan murmured, his voice softer now, checking in even as his eyes burned with need. You nodded, heart pounding, and that was all it took.

Hyunjin moved first, slow and deliberate, easing into you from behind with a groan that vibrated through your entire body. The stretch was intense, a delicious burn that made you gasp, your hands clutching Chan’s shoulders for support. “Fuck, you feel incredible,” Hyunjin rasped, his breath hot against your neck as he pressed deeper, inch by agonizing inch.

Chan didn’t wait long. His fingers dug into your hips, guiding himself as he pushed into you from the front, filling you completely. The sensation of both of them, thick and overwhelming, was beyond anything you’d imagined—raw, filthy, and so fucking good. You moaned, head falling back against Hyunjin’s shoulder, your body trembling as they found a rhythm, moving together like they’d been built for this.

The mirrors caught every angle: the way Chan’s muscles flexed with each thrust, his jaw tight with restraint; Hyunjin’s long fingers gripping your thighs, his lips pressed to your neck; you, caught in the middle, a mess of gasps and moans, your body arching between them. It was a dance, primal and unscripted, every movement pushing you closer to the edge.

“God, look at you,” Chan growled, his voice rough as he thrust harder, deeper, his eyes locked on yours in the mirror. “Taking us so well.”

Hyunjin’s teeth grazed your shoulder, his pace matching Chan’s, relentless and precise. “You’re perfect,” he murmured, voice thick with lust. “Made for this—made for us.”

The pressure built, a tight coil in your core, every thrust sending sparks through your veins. Their hands were everywhere—Chan’s on your waist, your chest; Hyunjin’s on your hips, your thighs, one slipping down to circle your clit until you were shaking, sobbing with the intensity of it. The wet sounds of skin against skin filled the studio, mingling with your moans, their groans, the music a distant hum.

“Gonna—fuck, I can’t—” you gasped, the coil snapping as your orgasm hit, white-hot and all-consuming. Your body clenched around them, drawing low, guttural moans from both men as they followed, their movements stuttering, filling you with heat that left you dizzy.

They held you through it, strong and steady, until the aftershocks faded and you were limp between them, panting, spent. Slowly, they eased you down, hands gentle now, soothing where they’d been rough. Chan kissed your forehead, Hyunjin your temple, their touches soft as they checked you over, murmuring praises that made your chest ache.

“You okay?” Chan asked, voice soft but still husky, brushing damp hair from your face.

You nodded, a tired smile tugging at your lips. “More than okay.”

Hyunjin chuckled, his arms wrapping around you from behind, warm and grounding. “Good. ‘Cause we’re not done with you yet.”

The promise hung in the air, a spark of anticipation for whatever came next.

For now, though, you let yourself sink into their warmth, the studio quiet except for your shared breaths, the city lights still flickering outside like silent witnesses to the night that changed everything.

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I just know this chan eats pussy like crazy.

[karinasbaby-deactivated20250906]

so now that we had puma riki (dragon riki cooking up in the drafts) i jus thought of baby chick hybrid riki.

[karinasbaby-deactivated20250906]

little baby chick riki shifting into chick form and he’s so tiny he moves around a lot so you settle with putting him in the pocket of your hoodie or the hood of it and he finally relaxes and stays there, each time u check up on him like “u ok?” there’s a tiny little chirp! from your hood that confirms the miniature fluff ball inside of it is still okay. and when he goes silent just know that he fell asleep :(

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I cried

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Off Camera

pairing: idol!Bang Chan x trainee!reader x idol!Hyunjin

summary: where you are a trainee on a survival show and your relationship with Chan and Hyunjin begins to become more than just tutoring...

wc: 1.285

cw: suggestive, kind of power dynamics menthor/trainee relation, sexual tension, lmk if i miss smth

note: this is part 1 btw 👀

You'd been grinding through the trainee program for what felt like an eternity, every day a blur of sweat-soaked rehearsals, vocal drills, and that relentless pressure to shine brighter than the rest. The survival show was brutal—cameras everywhere, fans dissecting every move online, and the constant reminder that only a few would debut. But then they assigned mentors, and suddenly, your group's luck skyrocketed. Stray Kids' Bang Chan and Hyunjin? As your personal guides? It was like the universe decided to throw you a bone wrapped in pure temptation.

From day one, it was electric. 

Chan, with his leader energy and that dimpled smile that could melt steel, took charge of the overall performance coaching. He'd demonstrate moves with effortless power, his voice low and encouraging as he adjusted your posture

"Like this—keep your core tight, yeah?" His hands would brush your waist, steadying you, and you'd swear time slowed. 

Those touches weren't accidental; you'd catch his eyes lingering in the mirror, dark and intense, like he was memorizing every curve of your body under those loose practice clothes.

Hyunjin was the dance wizard, all fluid grace and sharp precision. He'd pair up with you for partner routines, his long fingers wrapping around yours as he guided you through intricate steps. 

"Feel the rhythm here," he'd murmur, pressing a palm to your lower back, pulling you closer than necessary.

His breath would ghost over your neck, sending shivers down your spine that had nothing to do with the music blasting in the studio. And the glances? Oh god, the glances. During breaks, he'd lean against the wall, towel draped over his shoulders, watching you stretch with hooded eyes. A smirk playing on his lips, like he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

The chemistry wasn't just in your head—the show's audience felt it too. Clips went viral:

"The way Chan looks at her during feedback?"

“Just fuck already.”

“Hyunjin looks like he wants to devour her.”

“Chan... I know what those eyes mean.”

Comments flooded in, speculating about off-camera vibes, but you kept it professional. Barely. 

Every session built on the last, the air thickening with unspoken want. You'd catch Chan and Hyunjin exchanging looks over your head, a silent conversation that made your pulse race. Were they feeling it too? Or was it all in your imagination, fueled by exhaustion and adrenaline?

Weeks blurred into a haze of late-night practices. The group sessions were intense, but the one-on-ones? Those were dangerous. Chan would stay back to help with rap verses, his voice rumbling close as he corrected your flow, fingers tapping rhythms on your thigh. Hyunjin would linger for dance tweaks, bodies syncing in the mirror until you were both breathless, sweat glistening, and the room felt too small for three people who weren't supposed to cross that line.

Then came the night everything shifted. 

The show was ramping up to evaluations, and your group needed extra polish on a challenging choreo. "Just us tonight," Chan had said earlier, his tone casual but his eyes promising more. No cameras, no staff—just you, him, and Hyunjin in the dimly lit studio after hours. 

The building was quiet, the city lights flickering through the windows like distant stars. You arrived in your usual gear: oversized tee, leggings that hugged your legs, hair tied back. They were already there, Chan in a black tank that showed off his toned arms, Hyunjin in loose sweats and a crop top that teased his abs with every move.

"Ready to sweat?" Hyunjin teased, stretching languidly, his gaze sliding over you like silk.

"Always," you shot back, trying to keep your voice steady as Chan hit play on the track. The bass thumped through the speakers, and you dove in, bodies moving in sync. But tonight felt different, charged, like a storm brewing. 

Chan's hands found your hips during a lift, holding longer than needed, his thumbs brushing the skin under your shirt. Hyunjin's chest pressed against your back in a turn, his lips dangerously close to your ear "You're killing this... but loosen up here." His fingers trailed down your arm, igniting sparks.

By the third run-through, the tension was palpable. Sweat dripped down your neck, your breaths coming in pants. 

You paused for water, and that's when it hit—the way they were looking at you. Chan from across the room, arms crossed, eyes dark with hunger. Hyunjin closer, wiping his brow but staring like he wanted to devour you whole. No words, just that heavy silence, broken only by the faint hum of the speakers.

"You two okay?" you asked, voice breathier than intended, heart hammering.

Chan chuckled low, stepping forward. "Question is, are you okay? You've been distracting us all night."

Hyunjin's lips curved into a sly smile as he closed the distance too. "Yeah... those moves of yours? Lethal."

The studio air was thick, heavy with the scent of sweat and something else—something unspoken that made your skin prickle. The music looped again, but none of you moved to restart the choreo. Chan’s words still hung in the air—“You’ve been distracting us all night”—and Hyunjin’s sly smile only fanned the flames. You stood there, water bottle forgotten in your hand, caught in the crossfire of their gazes. It was like they were peeling back every layer of restraint you’d been clinging to for weeks.

“Distracting?” you managed, voice teasing but shaky, trying to keep some semblance of control. “Maybe you two just need to focus.”

Chan’s laugh was low, almost a growl, as he stepped closer, closing the gap until you could feel the warmth radiating off him.

“Oh, we’re focused,” he said, tilting his head, eyes scanning you like he was mapping every inch. “Just not on the dance.”

Hyunjin moved too, circling behind you like a predator playing with its prey. “You feel it, don’t you?” he murmured, voice soft but dripping with intent. His fingers brushed your shoulder as he adjusted your stance, a touch so light it was maddening. “This... thing between us.”

Your breath hitched. You wanted to deny it, to laugh it off and keep things professional, but your body betrayed you. The way your pulse raced, the way your skin burned where Hyunjin’s fingers lingered, the way Chan’s gaze pinned you in place—it was undeniable. 

Weeks of stolen glances, lingering touches, and that electric pull had led to this moment, and you were teetering on the edge of something dangerous.

“I—” you started, but the words caught in your throat as Chan reached out, his thumb brushing your jaw, tilting your face up to meet his eyes. “Don’t play dumb,” he said, voice rough. “We’ve all been dancing around this for too long.”

Hyunjin’s laugh was soft, his chest brushing your back as he leaned in, lips grazing the shell of your ear. “Tell us to stop,” he whispered, “and we will. But I don’t think you want that.”

Your heart was a drumbeat, loud and erratic. The studio felt smaller, the world narrowing to just the three of you. No cameras, no staff, no one to interrupt. Just the hum of the speakers, the city lights flickering outside, and the heat building between you. You should’ve said no, should’ve stepped back, but the truth was screaming louder—you didn’t want them to stop. Not even close.

“Then don’t,” you said, barely a whisper, but it was enough.

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Sorry divas, but for the moment I'm not going to write about Mason, I don't feel very inspired to write things about him, I'm going to focus on idols in case you want to send something

However, obviously I'm going to keep those Mason requests saved, so don't worry, they will be published... someday

[nymphoatic]

size kinks are neat yeah but i simply can't read it as a fat girl when the op is screaming in my ear her SMALL THIGHS and TINY FRAME please godddddd

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god, i swear, i just act dumb and imagine myself skinny because otherwise the only thing left for me is to shoot myself.

likewise, hear me out, some idols that i imagine with size kink x chubby reader are Mingi, Chan and even Heeseung and Jake

my justification? Mingi would like to feel bigger and be told so, and he'd surely like a nice pair of big tetas and some big ass thighs yk?

For Chan, i really think he wouldn't care that much. He looks grabby too, i feel like he'd like to grab your waist no matter if you're fat or not. And he probably even likes chubby because they are softer to hold.

And with Heeseung, he seems like he only wants to fuck without caring that much about physique. i even feel like he could easily go with Sister Hong loolll

With Jake on his side, it's a delusion of mine lol.

[seungisms]

Yknow what else sounds like a GREAT Eiffel Tower? Felix and Hyunjin

hyunlix threesome, ugh anon i love ur mind 🥵 they’d be the complete opposite of 2min too, working together to see how far they can push you instead of turning it into some sort of competition. felix pulling his cock out of your mouth just for hyunjin to sink back into your pussy, making sure your pretty cunt was filled. they’d talk to eachother too, basically ignoring you bent over between them if it went for the way you were whimpering on both their cocks. “think she’s had enough yet lix?”, felix would find it so hard to respond, whimpering over his words as he keeps pushing your head down onto his thick cock, hands tangled in your hair as he watches you struggle to fit him in your mouth. and hyunjin loves the view of you both wrecked, fucking into you deep and slow, grabbing handfuls of your ass to keep you in place anytime he feels you go limp on him. 

“hmph, i-i don’t know hyun, i think she can take a little more.” goated duo tbh

[harpskae]

MY SHAYLAAAAA

Just came here to make sure you guys know I am not normal about Jake Sim. gonna shift gn and happy shifting to whoever does it 💋

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if i could shift dude

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I saw that a request that was repeated quite a bit was for Yunho and something related to his fingers/hands

Are you guys short on that kind of fic or why do you ask for it so much? kajsjash one isn't enough

jkjkjkjk It's a joke babes. I love the idea because I love that man's hands lolzzz

Same with the smut about Mason jajsjs I have like 3 req of that, I'm working on it hehe

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also remember that requests are always open luvsss

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Hi loves, sorry for not uploading anything, I have zero imagination and creativity

I saw this from another account and thought it was a good idea:

Would you like me to make a prompt list???

Like, a list from 1 to 20 or a little more idk with different topics or phrases, and you tell me a member of a group and the number.

What do you think??? I think it's good to change a little and try new things, but idk tell me what you think :>