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𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐫

✧summary: what if he’s actually watching... rather, reading? ✩ pairing: bang chan x fem!reader

★ genre: smut ⭒˚˖➴warnings: masturbation, daddy kink, oral sex (m. rec), deepthoat, fingering, clitplay, corruption kink, pet names, praise, unprotected sex, creampie. ₊˚⊹☆ word count: ≈8.4k

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small letters are the “fic” !!!

wen’s note: i was working on this silly fic! it sounded good at the moment idk. i hope it doesnt get confusing, i have another fic idea a little bit like this heh; yes im preparing wicked games lmao, i kinda got stuck, my bad

Another day off for Chan. It was the day he was supposedly free, just before an important concert the next day. It was his time to relax. He had eaten a good meal and was now enjoying the comfort of his hotel room alone, as he often did, lying on his bed.

And suddenly, a message. The photos for his next Instagram post had been approved. He could now upload them. They had even taken the trouble to edit them and blur the faces of people who could be seen in the distance, as the photos were taken in a public space. Although the staff in the message recommended that he do it in a couple of hours—since it was a decent hour in Korea, as he was overseas on his much-appreciated world tour.

Chan reviewed the photos. He had sent many, but he only planned to select the best ones. For a moment, he wondered how strange it was to still need to ask permission for simple things like using his social media, but he didn’t blame them. He was too lazy to censor people, so he would send them to the staff to handle, and in the end, he would apply his favorite filter.

He was about to upload the photos, but he got distracted on Instagram for a good 15 minutes and sighed. He had nothing else to do, so, bored, he opened the Bubble app. At least there they didn’t monitor when he sent messages or what he said—although he was extremely intelligent and a fully capable adult, he wasn't going to say anything stupid that would get him into trouble—although they did monitor the time he spent without sending messages, and every time he seemed to forget, his staff reminded him that he had to maintain his image and consider his fans and, above all, make them happy. So, he relieved his boredom a little by sending messages, saying he was about to update his Instagram, teasing his fans, laughing at the few reactions he could see from time to time on X.

Tweets like: chan is going to update his instaa, he just said that on bbl

Chan smiled and continued, typing:

Wait, maybe I’ll give you first some pics that didn’t make it to insta hahaha You wanna see? Exclusive photos for STAY

But he thought that teasing his fans and making them wait would be a little fun, so he watched a few videos on YouTube and, after 30 minutes, returned to the app for his fans. He sent two photos.

Mirror selfies. Wearing black shorts, a white sleeveless shirt, fitted to his body, his thin chain falling across his chest, and a Fendi cap. He perfectly showed off his strong, toned arms and his chunky bracelets. Chan knew they would love the photos... that’s why he did it, but after a few seconds, he regretted it and felt a little embarrassed.

The first photo was in a bathroom. The second was in front of a large mirror in a hotel room, one of the many he has stayed in throughout his tour.

Those are the pics They’re a little... weird? Don’t you think? Like mirror selfies maybe are not for Instagram posts. Or maybe you can teach me how to use Instagram haha😅 I’ve seen STAY Instagram pics for the tour, you really know how to pose Oh, yes, I’m watching

He had been sending photos for days. Photos in the mirror, spreading his legs, showing off his arms with their prominent veins, simply keeping his fans happy with exactly what he knew they loved about him. He wasn’t stupid.

Chan locked his phone, took a shower, and got ready for bed. Tomorrow was going to be a busy and very important day. So, to help him fall asleep, once he was in bed, he decided to check TikTok for a moment, and after a few minutes, a video caught his attention for some reason. The video was about fanfics.

Fanfics? He thought. He hadn’t heard that word in a long time, oh god. For some reason, he checked out the comments, and one with a lot of likes and a photo of Changbin caught his attention in particular, commenting about the Tumblr app... and the word “smut” in it.

It made him a little curious.

Chan was bored enough and, somehow, quite willing to explore what they were referring to. He had forgotten when he last read a fanfic about himself for entertainment... but he remembered the strange feeling. His ears turned red, and he couldn’t stop thinking: is it about me? Is it me?

He downloaded the app again. Everything was happening so fast, and he created an account with a username he thought of in five minutes, after multiple attempts, because, of course, he had forgotten the account he was sure he had in 2017 and used only three times. And he was in. He didn’t question anything; at first, everything was going well. He acted on impulse and slowly remembered how to use the app on his phone.

First, he liked the posts under the Stray Kids hashtag... and, slightly embarrassed, he searched for the reason why he downloaded the app. Smut? Was that it? Bang Chan smut? His heart raced a little at the idea, and he felt a certain cringe at searching for such a thing... but he had nothing else to do, he had already done it, and with a certain modesty, he ventured a little.

And his first impression was that there were numerous options. All of them used photos of him for the aesthetics of the post, different names, colors, sizes, formats, and a good amount of interactions on each one he saw.

He was a little impressed and felt somewhat flattered and a little strange. Did all his fans imagine him fucking like that? Did they fantasize about him fucking them?

Finally, he wanted to try his luck and stopped at one in particular... just out of curiosity, a light read before bed and... to check out what kind of things his fans wrote about him in their spare time.

The title of the story made him laugh. Daddy, in pastel pink letters. And a series of three photos of him that matched the rest of the title’s aesthetic.

Chan snorted. Thinking it was obvious... thinking, oh yeah, sure, I’m the daddy, right? He was very aware of what people might think of him and knew that it was so easy to assign him that kind of fetish. But he didn’t dislike it at all. He felt... meh. He understood. He had debuted as a k-pop idol seven years ago, and he was well aware of what his image was like and how it had been shaped and refined throughout his career.

Summary: Chan explores his new favorite kink.

Wow. Wait, what? He thought. And he continued reading the warnings. Damn—deepthroat?

Okay, now he was more curious; he wanted to read it.

Everyone knows Chan has a daddy kink.

He paused right there. He blinked, looking at his screen and thinking, excuse me, I beg your pardon? He wasn’t expecting those first words and opening line. But he kept reading; he couldn’t stop.

Everyone knows Chan has a daddy kink. Everyone except him.

Since he started uploading his photos to platforms for his fans, he began to read and be overloaded with comments of that type. And, for some reason, that thought won’t leave his head.

The truth is, and he hates to burst his fans’ bubble, although he’ll never talk about it, he’s never had a girl call him “daddy” in bed and/or during sex. He’s never experienced it. And, in his twisted mind, he often wonders... is it time to try it?

He thinks he might like it; he’s thought about it so much and came to the conclusion that maybe it’s fucking hot. A beautiful woman, vulnerable and begging over and over while whimpering “daddy”... well, it’s an interesting idea for Chan, who knows he’s young, successful, and fucking handsome and sexy.

But Chan blames his fatigue and that he is letting himself go too easily and... that maybe he does need a good fuck. He hasn’t had sex in a long time, he’s always busy, and even more so now with the hectic schedule of his tour.

Chan felt that personally.

But he’s sure it will pass soon. He has to refocus, just like now, where he’s on his way to meet his new assistant, because according to his manager and staff, his popularity is growing too much and each of the members had different needs, so assigning a personal assistant to each, by roommates pairing, was one was a topic that was discussed and agreed upon.

And that’s how you met Bang Chan and Yang Jeongin. Most famous idols right now. You know exactly what you’re getting into. You know they are men, idols who maintain and care for their image and are therefore extremely handsome. But Chan in particular took your breath away, that simple morning you meet him and introduced yourself.

You begged your cousin for this job because you are so excited about the idea of working in the entertainment world, even if it is behind the scenes, and he kindly got it for you, choosing Bang Chan and Jeongin for you, mostly because of Chan, as he recognizes and knows how he works. Your cousin, who is the group’s manager and knows each of the members for years, knows that Chan won’t be too demanding on you and that, in a way, if you get along well with him, he could even guide you and teach you more about the world that makes you so curious.

You are young, naive, and decided to give it a try. And so did Chan.

Chan puffed out his cheeks. He thought it was funny that even his manager was involved.

He kept reading about how the relationship between her and him, or you? He understood the point of view. The reader was supposed to his dearest STAYs.

He read when things started to heat up.

Chan starts teasing you, taking you everywhere with him, being demanding with you, taking you to his photoshoots, fashion events, and teasing you every time he tries on a new outfit. He often tells the workers, “Let her in, she’s my assistant,” and proceeds to take off his shirt in front of you, revealing his toned body, smiling smugly and mischievously when he sees how much you’re staring at him. And then just puts on his outfit and says with a fake innocent smile, “How do I look?”

He’s incredible. You can’t deny it. And he is also sort of a playboy. Still, you want him so badly. But you don’t want to cross that line, you’re not even sure if he wants you too, and you think he’s only doing it because he’s bored and wants some attention.

At first, yes, that was mainly it; but seeing how well you get along with Jeongin, since he was almost your age, the way you seem like friends... Chan doesn’t like it.

He had been very clear about setting his sights on you—even though he never said it out loud... but he’s not sure if he should try something with you. But once he sees that you started going out with Jeongin outside of work hours, he acts quickly. He wants you all to himself. And it’s more than obvious that you want the same thing.

So, his plan is to provoke a reaction in you.

He’s on tour, you’re on tour with them too. Everyone is busy. Everyone has their assigned tasks, but Chan’s specific task is you. Was it wrong to want to fuck his very pretty and sweet assistant?

Oh. Fuck no, I wouldn’t do that, he thought.

He can almost taste you. And fantasize about your exquisite wimphers and your body writhing in pleasure under his body. It’s what keeps him up at night, what he thinks about, what motivates him.

So, his move is simple and quick.

He sends you 20 photos with the message: I’m planning to update Instagram. Please approve the photos.

The real Chan sighed, thinking it was becoming personal.

In the middle of the night. With no further context than that.

At first, you check it because you think it might be something important, since it was your work phone that rang, but after skimming the message, you don’t pay any attention to it. It’s past midnight, and you’re in your hotel room; you know Chan has trouble falling asleep, but seriously… a message in the middle of the night about some photos?

But curiosity gets the better of you. You open the chat and start looking at the photos, but you don’t plan on responding until tomorrow, at a decent hour, and when it’s in your work schedule. And you start looking at them, carefully and with sighs, thinking over and over again that he’s too handsome.

Chan sees the Read 12:31 AM and his heart starts beating fast. So that means you’re awake. He just hopes you’re having fun thinking about him, especially with the photos.

You can tell that you didn’t take those photos, as you usually do. You think that maybe Jeongin or some other guy must have done it, and… without thinking, you start to lose yourself in the details of each one, in how good he looks in each one, smiling, walking down a sidewalk, his lips, his smile… you hate being so absorbed by him. Until now, you didn’t even remember what the point was. Oh, right. To check if they are okay for Instagram, and so far, they are all fine. Absolutely perfect, to tell the truth, until you got to photo 19.

You sigh audibly. You don’t believe it’s true, and look at the photo in disbelief. You even think he made a mistake. You settle back into your bed, leaning against the headboard. A photo of him shirtless, in front of the mirror. His perfect pale, sculpted body perfectly defined… that dangerous V marked on his pelvis that leaves you wanting more. Of course, he wasn’t going to post that photo, and he knows it perfectly well. And, as a reflex, you slide to the last photo, which makes you open your eyes in surprise.

It wasn’t true. You blinked several times, perhaps thinking it was a dream, but it wasn’t. It’s a photo of his black sweatpants and his attractive, veiny left hand squeezing his prominent and very noticeable cock, outlined in his pants.

Photo 19 is... fine. Sexy, suggestive. Photo 20 is straight sexual, you’re so scandalized.

You lock your phone, fearful and thoughtful, worried that it was a mistake and that if something like this could happen when sending photos to his fans, it would be the end of him... and that you are very grateful that he is told which photos were approved and ready to be uploaded... but that’s not your biggest concern, even though you want it to be. Instead, you’re agitated, you think it’s because you’re amazed, but you know very well that it’s because you’re feeling very heated and slightly turned on.

You can’t help but wonder if it's really a mistake or if it’s on purpose, you don’t even know what to say or how to deal with him tomorrow... but what you do know now is that that intimate and specific part of him, which you fantasized about more than once... now you know exactly what it looks like.

God, it was exquisite. You shift your legs nervously under your sheet, and your face is hot and red. You bite your lip and take another look at the photo.

It’s obviously him. It’s his hand, his fingers, his bracelets. In the angle, you can see a little of his lower abdomen exposed and thus, the large and exquisite thickness of his erection, his hands gently squeezing it, marking it on the useless fabric of his sweatpants. God, his cock is big and it’s begging.

You’re very wet, your pussy throbs with excitement... but you decide not to do anything about it, you feel dirty. So you just fall asleep, restlessly moving your body in search of a comfortable position, which seems impossible to find. You’re so horny that the only solution you can think of to be able to sleep peacefully is to have to ride your boss’s big cock, stirring and filling your insides. You fantasize about it, about him touching you, fucking you hard, sexting... until you fall asleep and relieve your horniness.

And that night, he goes to sleep. Fucking horny, but not before stroking his hard cock until it’s sensitive, dripping in his cum, thinking about you. Tomorrow he’ll deal with you.

Oh, wow, the little tension was building. Is that what STAY writes about?

The visual image was very soft, quite easy to digest and project in his mind, plus he is extremely imaginative... imagining a very pretty girl completely flustered as she fantasizes and sees his cock. Now it was Chan who was really getting a little turned on by this certain type of literature. He was between flattered, knowing that it was about him, and pleasantly uncomfortable... like something that, even though he wanted to let go, he couldn’t, that there was a certain satisfaction in it.

Then the writing got to its point, the smut.

You sigh and enter his dressing room, still feeling cowardly.

“So... you call me?” you ask nervously.

You can’t look him in the eye. You’ve been avoiding him all day, and it’s so obvious.

“Mmhum... what do you think of this outfit?”

It’s ridiculous. He thought so, too; he was just using it as an excuse.

“It’s fine. You had already chosen it beforehand. Do you have a problem with it? Should I talk to the wardrobe person?” you reply, bluntly and accurately.

He is already ready, dressed, his first stage outfit, makeup, and hairstyle done. He looks so handsome. He was just waiting for the show to start.

He smiles. You still can’t look him in the eye.

“You’re right. I’m fine... I was just wondering why you haven’t told me anything about the photos? I plan to update as soon as the concert is over,” he says, with a certain tone you can’t quite decipher.

“Oh, about that...”

“Mmhum?” he hums, his hands on his back, lowering his head a little and seeking your gaze.

You don’t want to say it. But you have to, you couldn’t avoid it forever, and you have to be professional.

“Yes, I checked them,” you look him in the eyes and feel intimidated. “And I’d like to respond more specifically by text.”

You avoid it, and he notices.

“Do it here now. You didn’t edit any of them, did you? There was nothing to edit.”

You’re getting nervous over something insignificant, or so you thought.

“Okay. You’re right. Photos 1 through 18 are fine, but... I want you to check the last two very carefully, I think there’s been a mistake.”

“Oh, really? Seriously, which one?” he asks sarcastically, poking his tongue in his cheek, teasing.

You clear your throat. “Chan, please check them. And wait for my confirmation message... I have to go. Join the boys when you’re ready. The makeup assistants might touch up your makeup a little,” you try to sound brave.

And you turn away gently, but he’s quick and grabs your wrist. You sigh. You didn’t want to do this right now, you know his intentions are so clear. He wants to have some fun with you for a while, that’s all. You’ve worked with him long enough to know him and play dumb. But you’re not that kind of woman. Or are you?

“Wait. I don’t want to wait. I want you to tell me exactly what you saw. Isn’t it your job to assist me in everything I ask? I’m asking you to tell me now,” he says sternly.

His gaze is dark, playful, and easy to read, and it makes your hair stand on end. Your mind can’t stop thinking about the possibility—after all, you’re alone in his dressing room— of fucking him.

But you try to be tough. Professional. Even though it’s so hard not to melt in front of him and give in. You know he knows.

“Chan,” you say slowly. He pays attention to you. You remember his photos, with a certain guilt, with an immediate reaction from your body, right in your private parts. They are difficult to forget; the memory of how he made you feel is still very present in you. “I think you sent some... by mistake, intimate photos of yourself. One of you without a shirt and the last one... it looks like you’re grabbing yourself... there...” You ramble a little as you remember his hand squeezing his large boner, but you regain your composure. “Which is extremely obscene and unacceptable. Chan, please check what you send very carefully before you do so.”

Chan notices how you blush slightly, overcome with embarrassment and modesty, and he loves it. You look straight ahead, but you avert your gaze when you mention that particular photo. He bites his lower lip, his ears start to burn, and he can’t help wondering if... maybe you touched yourself while looking at that image. Could it be possible? All needy, wet, your fingers caressing you delicately, filling your precious little cunt with them, abusing your pussy, imagining that it’s him, and sadly not satisfying you enough. Because you know he’ll do it better, for you.

You almost did it. You almost touched yourself. But you resisted... but you don’t know if you’ll be able to do it if he decides to touch you, right there, right now.

He smiles mischievously. You knew he did it on purpose, but you don’t want to think about exactly why he did it, even though it’s obvious. But you fight against all your will to be professional, to not ruin the job you love. Even though being a simple assistant may seem lowly, there was nothing wrong with it. You’re a celebrity’s assistant, you travel the world, you meet new people, it’s a new world you like to belong to... but if you continue with this madness, you’ll end up fucking your boss, and you don’t want that.

Or do you?

You swallow hard, nervous. You struggle not to look at him like that. But it’s inevitable.

But Chan suddenly changes, making you doubt yourself.

“Oh! I’m sorry, Y/n, really. Did that make you uncomfortable?” He let out an awkward chuckle.

Suddenly, his serious and dominant expression softens and becomes tender. Now you’re so confused. You love it when he acts like this... but you question why he suddenly changed. Maybe it was just your imagination that the reason he talked to you there in the privacy of his dressing room was to fuck you.

Now you’re a little embarrassed.

“I’m sorry, it won’t happen again,” he says, looking at you with sad, shining eyes.

“Chan...”

Suddenly, you think you may have completely misinterpreted the situation. So you decide to go back to normal, despite having felt that tension just a few moments ago.

He takes the opportunity to take your forearm, seeking some comfort for his embarrassment. His clearly feigned embarrassment.

“At least, of course, if you ask me. I can give you that and much more. The photos were just for you. Did you like them, baby girl?”

Your skin shivers, and you open your eyes in shock. You feel slightly betrayed, like a helpless character who fell for a villain’s false redemption. Chan’s face changed completely, the corners of his lips rising high to form a seductive and confident smile.

“What?”

“Oh, come on. Don’t tell me you didn't like them... you know I only sent them for you, sweetheart.” His finger brushed your chin. “That was just a preview; you can see it for yourself whenever you want. Fuck, Y/n. I need you.”

You blink in disbelief. Not believing that the situation was escalating into something overtly sexual. You don’t even know if you’re ready to take Chan, to truly fuck him.

“Chan, no...” you begin to stammer.

“No, what, doll? I know you liked them and that you’ve probably been thinking about them all day. You dirty little girl. Or do you think I haven’t noticed how you’ve been avoiding me?” He speaks precisely, deeply, and seductively. He brings his face close to yours and tries to intimidate you. And he succeeds. His left hand holds your wrist tightly, and the other caresses your cheek. “I know you, Y/n. If it really bothered you, you would have come to whine about it already, oh, your sweet whining. Always having something to say... Chan this, Chan that... and then suddenly nothing...?” He leans close to your ear, his breath on your skin. “What? Seeing my hard cock got you all quiet? You’ve been thinking about it all day, haven’t you? My cock, waiting for you,” he adds haughtily. “Come on. Then see it for yourself—touch me. Be a good girl. I order you.”

He steps away from you and watches you. He has been fantasizing about you so much that he has imagined your expression for a long time, and now he appreciates it. Your sweet face shrouded in confusion, your lips parted, and a look of desire in your eyes. Perhaps this is what he has always wanted, something his mind cannot stop thinking about. And he wants to try it with you.

You admit to yourself that just the idea, and his deep, haughty voice, talking to you slightly dirty... you fall deeply. You are beginning to accumulate an intense arousal that slowly descends throughout your body.

You look him up and down—from his perfectly styled long hair, his stage outfit... god, you can see how his pants are slightly loose around his legs, but the only tight part you can make out is in his crotch. Your heart races, not believing that he’s actually hard. You almost give in. He, his bulge, absolutely everything about him looks exquisite. But you remember that you have to maintain your composure, resist, not let yourself be carried away by the impulses and all kinds of thoughts that surround you right now.

So you just ignore the very tempting offer to touch him. You don’t even want to think about how he’ll manage with his erection. You think it’s not your problem. That you have to get out of there. No matter how much your breathing shortens and your pussy throbs painfully for him.

“Chan... the concert starts... you’ll be on stage in 40 minutes,” you look him in the eyes again.

Too late. Chan catches you looking at him with desire, your gaze stopping right at his crotch. He loves making you like this. Nervous, defenseless. The feeling of excitement runs through his whole body and travels violently to his cock. He’s so turned on that he can almost feel and imagine the slick softness of your pussy satisfying him. He needed you desperately.

“So?” He smirks. “Mmm... I’ll only need 20, it’s all up to me. We can make it for hours later. Don’t worry. It’s just that I need you now. Can’t you see?”

Oh. You could clearly see it. His erection was becoming more and more noticeable, present, tempting, and menacing. But you don’t know what to say. You’re speechless.

He moves closer to you, close enough to breathe in his masculine scent. And he sighs deeply, subtly licking his lips.

“Make up your mind, princess,” he says. “I’m here. Ready for you. No one has to know... so walk through that door and I’ll stop this. Forever. I won’t bother you.”

You hate it when he does that. He gives you no choice but to choose what he wants. He always manipulates you gently. How does he think you’re capable of passing up the opportunity? After he threatens to never try again with you. You should do the right thing, be grateful that he offered to end the madness. But you're not as strong as you thought you were.

The real Chan blinked in disbelief, imagining himself saying that. He was so immersed in reading that he almost got goosebumps, maybe from cringe, maybe because he was actually enjoying it. It was a guilty pleasure.

“Chan...” you whisper.

Your pride prevents you from saying it. Your face is red, enveloped in shame, and that fascinates him like you have no idea. He wants to ruin every fiber of you. He wants to dominate you and make you his. Right there. The thoughts and your sweet, docile gaze, as you nod softly, make his cock throb again and again. Slow, long, sensitive throbs.

He clenches his fist tightly, restraining himself from taking you violently there once you confirm that you want him too; he resists fucking you hard. Restraining himself from just taking off your jeans, turning and bending your body over easily, and fucking you until both your sexes are worn out and throbbing. He wants that, but he also wants to enjoy everything.

“Get on your knees, beautiful,” he orders softly.

Your whole system is altered in seconds. It seems so unreal, but you do it. The way your gaze and body descend down his figure until you are kneeling in front of him seems to be in slow motion, wanting to capture absolutely everything. It’s so easy for you to obey him. You always do. Everything he tells you. You work to do it.

Chan’s ears turned red. He was feeling flushed... if obedience was a topic that STAY, his beloved fans, were going to touch on during sex, while writing this, he was extremely curious, because it was his topic of interest. Who was he kidding, even they certainly knew. He loved it. And if he immersed himself further in the reading, he even felt that they were putting him in a difficult situation, possibly awakening more than one emotion in him.

“Come on, baby girl. Don’t be shy. You know what to do. You’re a smart, pretty girl. Pull down my pants,” he says, eagerly.

You’re shaking intensely. You look him in the eyes and obey him. You know exactly what he wants you to do, and the idea turns you on more.

You don’t want to waste any time. You’re both desperate, but because of that desperation, your trembling hands are a little clumsy, but you finally manage to do it. You manage to do it until he’s just in his boxers. His intimidating bulge pulsing beneath the thin fabric of his underwear.

He watches you do it. Chan is so turned on by everything you do that a small vein stands out on his forehead. He needs you with an almost inhuman intensity, and holding back and loosening his tense body becomes difficult. It becomes pleasantly exhausting, painful, and simply exquisite. If this is how you’re always going to be, he already knows how hard it will be to let you go. You will be his new obsession.

Finally, you undress the lower half of his body. Freeing his cock, twitching and wiggling gently in the tense gravity that surrounds them both.

He moans deeply at the sensation filling his senses. You are about to take him.

Your mouth begins to salivate at the sight of his exposed member looking incredibly appetizing to your hungry and lustful spirits and vulnerable sight. But something immediately crosses your mind, something you were sure of, but seeing it in reality, pulsing and alive, is another experience. But, yeah fuck. Chan’s big.

Chan sighed... he really hoped the one writing all these was old enough to say cock, or whatever. Nothing prepared him to digest the fact that they were talking about his penis, in fiction, of course. But knowing that people... thought that about him... and exactly like that, well... he wasn’t sure he could go on. But he did, what the hell.

He notices that you look at him with a mixture of fear and anticipation, and that look of yours deeply touches his dirty fantasy. Yes, it’s true, maybe in the end, he does want to try to be dominant—a fairly simple and regular task for him when it comes to sex, he doesn’t even have to try—and the idea of being called daddy has been on his mind since he met you. And his logic was, how could he not want something so subtly dirty coming from your sweet lips? Begging and crying with your sweet, sultry voice tickling every fiber of him by saying… daddy.

Chan just had to think, oh, look at you, your sweet face, your bright eyes, asking for one thing… And those lips that he has adored and admired since the first second he met you are now about to take his cock.

“C’mon, baby, take it, please. Lick it all…” he whispers and bites his lower lip hard, waiting for your trembling body to do so, to satisfy him.

Your smooth hand takes his length. It’s even more impressive in your hand, or maybe you just liked Chan too much… but no. His entire intimate area is so aesthetically visible, god, his skin was so smooth, there was no trace of hair or constant waxing, just his smooth skin connected to his veiny and large manhood. His cock is needy, pink, leaking, so pretty to wreck you.

He stopped there for a moment. Suddenly, everything around him ceased to exist. He felt flattered for a moment that they considered his cock to be big… and the real him had to admit, with his high ego, that it was true. Its size is genuinely well regarded, and its appearance clean—god, it almost gave him chills to know that people on the internet exhibited a vague but accurate description of what his cock looked like. No hair. Pink tip, veiny. Fuck, that’s him.

He saw his crotch a little amusing, thinking it was crazy that there was a whole world on the internet glorifying his penis, whose anatomical part was beginning to feel good. Nothing to be alarmed about... just a slight sensation that he was comfortable with, until now.

Chan thought it was obvious to imagine... and so sweet to fantasize about, too. That when he exposed his abdomen in front of his audience and his pants and underwear were unintentionally lower than normal due to constant movement and friction, his skin could be seen. Could they perhaps notice his personal preference for having hair? Was that possible? Well, of course, he was a very cautious idol to show any sign of hair. Still, he felt exposed and thought about being careful in any other presentation.

But he had to admit to himself that, in a way, he was enjoying the indiscreet and inappropriate nature of everything he was reading. It wasn’t something he was proud to admit to his fans that he knew this kind of obscenity existed, much less something he would share or talk about with the guys. It was just another experience, something that came with being a celebrity, he supposed. It wasn’t something he did every day, let alone actually fuck.. with a pretty staff member... if he got into the story a bit. Not with that very busy and dedicated lifestyle.

But he certainly had needs... maybe, right now. Maybe needs as big as that fictional Chan he was reading about.

He let out a frustrated sigh, surprised at how ragged it came out. And for a moment, he thought, just to release his tension... what if he just jerked himself off?

Your thighs rubbed gently together, the dampness in your panties beginning to bother you. You can feel every inch of your pussy muscles throbbing, and it intensifies when your hand runs along his length, gently caressing it with care. You don’t want to miss a single thing about the experience, so your hands travel over his cock, remembering the feel of its texture, its hard shaft, and his soft balls, making him whimper in the process.

When you feel you’ve stroked him enough to remember the image of your hand giving him pleasure, you continue with your mouth. You almost let out a moan at the strong throbbing of your pussy. Your soaked panties cling to you uncomfortably, heat pooling so fast you can barely focus.

Your tongue first tastes his tip, playing with his precum and your saliva. You feel so dirty, but you’re both filled with pleasure. You circle your tongue around his glans, wanting to see him sensitive, whimpering, hearing him moan, and you succeed, but he does so in moderation, restraining himself from being loud so as not to arouse curiosity in someone and have one of the guys suddenly show up in his dressing room. Since the door wasn’t locked.

You give him a bright look, feigning innocence, and begin to kiss and lick his entire cock. Your tongue revels in the sensation of his pulsing cock, and with a timid but voracious movement, you gently suck up to his testicles. Suddenly you feel so insatiable, rubbing your lips with sudden but determined movements over every inch of him, causing him to rejoice in pleasure at having the whole package—your gaze fixed as you do it, your tongue and lips naughtily teasing and moistening his big erection as you touch him and, of course, the sensation of something that cannot be compared to anything else.

“Mm... Fuck, yes!” he growls. “Just like that, you’re doing great. You’re fucking me driving me nuts, baby girl, with that dirty tongue of yours. Do you like licking daddy’s cock, princess, huh? Is that so? Why are you so good at it? Fuc-k...” he starts to whimper and ramble.

But it comes so naturally to him. Only he knows how to master the term and use it at just the right moment, when it’s so sizzling and so appropriate. It’s so natural, the situation warrants it, both for him and for you, who smiles at him and your cheeks flush, that needy hoarse voice of his praising you... and calling himself daddy... Fuck it, you don’t even consider it, it just seems so right. It’s right. So you play along.

“Yes, daddy, mm, I love your cock.”

You smile at him, running your tongue all over his penis and finally taking it shallowly into your mouth.

“Just like that, princess. You’re a very good girl.”

Pause. He didn’t know what was happening to him. He wasn’t sure if he was offended, impressed, or insanely turned on. He had to process the fact that he was being called daddy... and he felt so bad that it felt so natural. It was so right, he didn’t even have time to think for a second about repulsion or cringe... no, something was really happening with his breathing, his mood, and his arousal reflected in his masculinity.

Chan rests his hands on your head, letting himself be guided and carried away by the delicious rhythm with which you slowly take his cock into your mouth. He is being carried to heaven. Your mouth was wet, warm, just right for the job. He admires the image of your lips enveloping his shaft and its length being consumed by your cavity, reaching the top of its midpoint; by then, his glans was already bumping against your tonsils and teasing your uvula.

So you suck his cock, just as much as you think you can take in its entirety. The lining of your cheek squeezes and stimulates his member to perfection, making him whimper and sigh, almost so close to his climax.

Fuck. Chan’s heart began to beat fast. Was he going crazy? Why was he genuinely aroused? It was just that suddenly it became so easy to visualize the image of a beautiful girl sucking his cock in the danger of his dressing room. His body temperature was rising, his ears were red, and he didn’t even have time to process it properly when, with discomfort, he pulled down his boxers and freed his very hard and erect cock. He moaned. He couldn’t believe he was like this... was he that desperate? He cursed under his breath over and over again, but in the end, he ended up grabbing his cock. He had to get rid of that big erection one way or another, otherwise he knew it would hurt too much. He knew himself.

At that point, something takes over Chan; he wants more and more, as soon as the room fills with the obscenity of your saliva hitting, licking, and sucking his hard member and the inevitable sounds that come with such an act. So he starts pushing you, forcing his cock deeper and deeper into your throat. He wants to feel you. To fill you in on every possible hole. That’s how wild you made him.

But when he sees that you’re struggling to take it all, he lets you pull away from him to catch your breath. You don’t say anything, but he can still read your gaze.

“Come on, sweetie. I know you can take it. Take a deep breath and let daddy fuck your throat, okay?”

You nod without thinking twice. But he corrects you, “Yes, what?”

“Yes, daddy.”

You’re so eager to be touched by him already. You lick your lips and are about to take him and be brave, when the sound of one of the guys warming up his vocal cords, singing audibly loud very close to the door, scares you completely, but Chan reassures you.

“Hey, hey, baby, it’s okay. They won’t get in here. Look at me,” he says softly. You look at him with frightened eyes, the last thing you want is to be caught giving Chan oral sex right before his concert. “Now, open your mouth wide for daddy’s cock—” Still, you obey him, “Mmm, there you go, good girl, princess.”

He gently takes your head again and pushes it slowly. Chan fills you in every way. You start to hold your breath and drool senselessly, dripping down your chin and your SKZ staff badge. It’s obscene. You look ahead at his thickness and what was still left to enter you, then return to making eye contact with him. In the background, you can still hear the guys warming up their vocal cords before the show, while yours are being teased by Chan’s big cock.

The slight curve of his cock hits your throat, and you feel it start to slide in, so deep inside you. He bites his lip hard, holding back a muffled moan at how good it feels for him to fill the narrow passage of your throat little by little, your restless tongue under his skin, and your teeth gently scraping him. Not only do you start to cry, but he does too. His veins begin to show, Chan wants to moan freely, but you can’t be discovered.

He moves gently inside you, just a little, enough to engrave the obscene image of his cock buried in your mouth and for you to feel his organ pulsing in your throat. Soon, noticing you are helpless and your sweet face is covered in tears, he pushes you back gently to allow you to catch your breath. Leaving behind small drops of fluid that fell to the floor and an easily breakable line of saliva that left his cock shiny and full of sex.

“You are a very, very good girl, angel, look at you,” he whispers, still excited with his cock pumped to the limit. And he gently wipes away your tears. “Stand up, baby.”

He began to masturbate, confused and excited, thinking about how they thought of all the details. Staff badge? Fuck. There he was, running his hand up and down his cock, looking just as he had read, flushed and throbbing. He moaned, gently trying to restrain himself from making noise, from causing a loud scene, but it was impossible. He knew himself and knew that, particularly right now, after masturbating, his orgasm was going to be loud and messy. He was already making a mess, the obscene sound of his hand on his skin, pulling and pumping his cock. He pinched his sensitive glans, sliding and lubricating his entire shaft. And he kept going, whimpering... deeply wishing someone was there to solve the problem.

You obey him. You’re still so excited, and he quickly but gently proceeds to undress you. He takes off your blouse, that badge, your bra... and you just let him touch you, his big, cold hands kneading your now exposed breasts. He loves having you like this, so submissive and vulnerable.

Chan continued to masturbate hard. His hand squeezing his cock as he visualizes the softest of breasts, the most beautiful nipples.

And now it is he who kneels slowly, taking your right breast with his lips, sucking and licking your nipple erotically, so that later his lips and nose brush your skin, descending to your abdomen. You moan softly at his touch. You want to swoon right there.

He pulls away slightly to unbutton your jeans, pulls them down in one swift motion, and admires your panties clinging to your pussy. His cock throbs again, dying to fuck you. But first, he slowly slides your panties down, making you suffer in the process.

“Fuck,” he whispers, incredulous. “Look at you, my baby. So fucking wet for me.”

He notices it as soon as he sees your panties and, unable to resist, he checks it by running his fingers over your labia, gently immersing himself in your folds, admiring the beautiful sight of your mons pubis and your tense body, your abdomen tensing at his touch.

He wets his fingertips and brings them to your clit, making gentle circles over your sensitive spot, causing you to squeal with pleasure. Your pussy is incredibly soft, warm... Chan planned to fuck you after you gave him oral sex, but once again, he couldn’t resist you. He spread your legs slightly and grabbed your folds roughly, enjoying the sight of your exposed, shiny, needy vulva, then inserted two of his fingers inside you and stimulated your clit at the same time with his mouth.

His tongue plays with your clit. His lips and nose stick to the skin of your pubis, and his mouth sucks your spot with perfect intensity while his fingers work on your core.

“Ch-Chan, please...” you whimper softly, almost on the verge of collapse.

He pulls away from your clit after sucking it hard, and his sweet gaze fades.

“I’m not Chan. What should you call me?”

His fingers forcefully enter you deeper on purpose.

“Da-ddy,” you whimper brokenly, “Daddy, please.”

“Please what, hun? What’s the problem?”

Your whole body flushes. You feel like climaxing.

And just like Real Chan does. He was panting, imagining the sweetest, softest pussy. His mind couldn’t stop fantasizing about having one right now. A beautiful pussy bouncing and riding his cock. Sadly, it was just him, his hand, and his imagination.

“Please, daddy, I’m gonna cum.”

He stops suddenly.

“Oh. Not now, baby. That pretty little pussy has to take all daddy’s cock, you hear me?”

You sigh in despair as you feel his fingers come out of you. You were so close. Instead, he stands up abruptly and handles your body with ease, getting behind you and subtly bending you over. In front of you is his full-length mirror. You can see how pathetically ruined and aroused you are. Your makeup is gone, your pants and panties are awkwardly stuck on your calves—just like Chan’s—and your breasts are exposed.

“I want you to cum on my cock. And look at yourself while daddy’s fucking you, baby girl. Look at you.”

The strokes on his cock became more violent. Chan was so close, the orgasm was overwhelming him, almost giving him spasms and mild cramps. The image in his mind was so vivid. Fucking a sweet girl from behind in front of a mirror, damn it. He needed it.

Chan teases your entrance with his glans, holding it with his right hand and holding you by the waist with the other to keep your balance, and thus slowly enters your beautiful pussy, the one he fantasizes about so much. Sliding inside you was glorious, he moaned audibly in response, not giving a shit if it could be heard outside.

You sighed as you felt him deep inside you, and so he started slowly at first, took your forearms to control your body, and then pounded your pussy hard. Long, deep, and hot thrusts, one after another... taking advantage of the indescribable pleasure of your walls on his cock. Both sexes are collapsing and coming together.

Chan masturbated even harder and writhed with pleasure on that hotel bed. He could already taste his orgasm.

Your breasts began to bounce. You are breathless. Unable to moan freely, your weak body releases it in tears of pleasure.

You watch yourself being fucked and then see his attractive silhouette pounding your pussy from behind. You are being sweetly ruined. And when you were both close, he presses your body against his, one of his hands playing with your breast and the other stimulating your clit, with your pussy being filled and penetrated to the fullest ...

Chan growled loudly, breathlessly, his cock quivering in desperation as his ejaculation shot out, staining his hand, his abdomen... He closed his eyes tightly and leaned his head back against the headboard, allowing his body to climax, leaving him sensitive.

He felt it like a guilty nut. Like a teenager jerking off to his first porn.

Chan finished reading vaguely. He creampied her and talked to her sweetly...

And as actual Chan caught his breath... with his hand full of his own semen... he could only think—what the fuck? He was still agitated.

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