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chanstardust · 3 days ago

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so it goes… || b.c.

pairing: bang chan x afab!reader

genre: smut (minors DNI!)

wc: 3.4k words

warnings: unprotected piv sex (pls don’t do this), brief handjob, choking, slight manhandling, discussion of kink (?) mid scene, finishing inside, they really care abt each other, pls let me know if i missed any!

a/n: i don’t normally write fics, just read them usually, but i was plagued by this idea with chan and i had to let it out. inspired by the song of the same title by taylor swift!! and by the thought i had of chan doing railway performance with his new silver hair 😵‍💫 also this is my first fic in like more than ten years… so pls be kind lol!

all day the only thing you have in your mind is him. no matter what you do nothing could ease the ache, the need to have him. he plagues your thoughts from the moment you wake each day til you fall asleep.

and chan is an amazing lover, you wouldn’t be so distraught over this if he wasn’t, but the way you need him at this moment is different than usual. the two of you haven’t been together for very long, a few months, so your sex life is mostly run of the mill missionary, which you could truthfully never complain about. what sight could possibly be better than chan above you, lost in pleasure, looking at you with so much care while he makes you feel better than you ever have with anyone before him?

but still you want more. he’s so gentle with you, and it’s the sweetest feeling to be so cared for, but right now you need something desperate.

so it’s no surprise that when he gets to your place after you send him a quick “come over” text you just about jump his bones.

he barely makes it through taking off his shoes at your entryway before your arms are thrown around his neck and your lips are pressed against his in a bruising kiss. he lets out a hum of surprise and kisses you back for a bit before separating from you just enough to get a good look at you.

“hi. i missed you, too,” he says with an almost woozy grin and that signature giggle of his. his hands are on your waist and his thumbs start to rub back and forth on your skin. even that innocent little touch gives you chills.

“i missed you. i need you,” you mutter, and that’s when he catches the look of desperation on your face.

you look up at him through your lashes and move your arms down to squeeze at his biceps. when you see his pupils dilate and his grip on you tightens, you can’t help the hint of a smile that crosses your face because you know you’ve got him right where you want him.

“i’m yours for the taking baby,” he whispers back.

with that you kiss him again and let him guide you towards your room, hands roaming over hips, through hair, and anything else you can get a hold of on each other. you stumble a bit as you deepen the kiss and stop in the hall to press each other against the wall once or twice, but you can’t help yourself. you simply have to have him, however that may be, and it seems he feels the same way about you.

when he has his back against the wall a few feet from your bedroom door, you pull away to admire how lost in it he looks already just from messy kissing and heavy petting. his newly silver hair is now all mussed up from your hands running through it, and his breathing is heavy. you can see how red he’s gotten too, the hoodie and black tank top combo not doing much to hide the color creeping down his neck to the top of his chest peeking out. he’s still got that smile though, forever wanting to be soft with you. it makes your heart flutter even though you want nothing more than for him to let loose tonight.

“wow, you’re so beautiful,” he sighs, leaning his head back to look at you with hooded eyes. aaaand there go the flutters again. you can’t stop the smile spreading across your face as you whisper a quick stop it, and hide your face in his neck. he lets out an airy chuckle that then gets cut off with a gasp as you start pressing kisses to his jaw and down his neck.

“fuuuck, baby,” his voice shaky. “are you trying to kill me?”

you shake your head as you keep working your way down to wear his neck meets his shoulder. smoothing your hands up his chest and over his shoulders you get his hoodie off of him and nip at the skin there just a little bit. he visibly shudders when he feels your teeth on him, chest flushing an even deeper shade of red.

you press further against him as you make your way back up to his jaw and you can feel just how hard he is for you. it’s like he doesn’t know what to do with his hands in the midst of it either because they move from your waist to your hips. when you place a kiss in a particular spot that he likes his hands freeze in an in-between spot, and that hesitation motivates you to keep going. and the physical proof of his need for you against you fills you with confidence to ask for what you need from him.

“channie?” you lift your head up from his neck to look him in the eyes.

he opens his eyes to look at you again and hums in response. you slide your hands around his waist and up his back.

“i want you to be… not so gentle tonight… if that’s okay?”

if his eyes could dilate any further you’re sure they would. his lips part as if he’s about to say something, but nothing comes out for a moment. his grip on you tightens as if he’s trying to pull you in even closer to him, before it softens and he moves a hand from its place on your hip to your cheek.

“of course it’s okay, love,” he rubs his thumb across your cheek and smiles. “what do you want that to look like?”

you can feel your heartbeat pick up just a bit with excitement as you return the grin. even though you had felt a desperation to have him just a few moments ago, it warms your heart to see how he takes the time to ask you such a thing even when he is so clearly affected by you too.

“well nothing too crazy to start i guess. just manhandle me and-“

“manhandle you?” he laughs, with his eyes crinkling. “yeah i can try to do that, baby. what else?”

“can we try choking?” you reach up to grab the wrist of his hand that’s still cradling your cheek. now it’s your turn to rub soothing circles into his skin because you swear he stops breathing upon hearing your request.

chan blinks at you for a few seconds in disbelief. how could he have gotten so lucky with you? his voice is a little strained as he says, “y-yeah, we can do that.”

you kiss him again, and he groans against your lips before he stops you, albeit reluctantly.

“okay, one sec. we’ll try choking,” he clears his throat and leans his forehead against yours. “but if you want me to stop for any reason and can’t get the words out i need you to tap my arm three times. okay?”

“okay channie,” you stare into his eyes trying to convey the feeling of trust you have in him. you think he gets it though when he goes right back to kissing you, a new feeling to this kiss though. it’s needier on his end and you already feel lightheaded from it.

you finally get up off against the wall and he walks you backwards into your room until the backs of your knees hit the bed. as you let yourself fall back onto it and go to wrap your legs around his waist, he grabs onto your thighs and just about tosses you further up the bed. you giggle as you bounce a bit and he smiles as he crawls back up to meet you with another kiss. the kiss quickly turns desperate again as you both rush to take each other’s clothes off until you’re both in nothing but your underwear, your bra somewhere wrapped up in the shirt you were wearing.

now it’s his turn to litter kisses and bites down your neck and chest, his hands moving up to your breasts. each pass of his full lips over your skin has you gasping and trying to close your legs, but his body’s in your way. chan lifts his mouth off you to push your legs apart enough for him to move freely again, and the action draws a whimper out of you.

“i need you to stay still, baby,” he looks up at you through his eyelashes. his mouth is so close to your nipple you can feel his breath as he speaks. it raises goosebumps across your skin. he has this look on his face like he’s about to devour you. the silver hair makes his wolfish features stand out even more than usual, and you involuntarily clench around nothing.

you don’t trust yourself to speak, caught up in the moment, so you just nod. chan seems to understand your predicament because he takes your hand in one of his and squeezes while he continues his attack on your chest.

your back arches as his mouth wraps around one of your nipples and sucks. he does that for a little bit before he stops to kitten lick at the bud, and then goes back to sucking. the feeling of him keeps you squirming in pleasure, and he pulls off to place a bite on the side of your breast.

“chan, please,” you whine. “don’t stop.”

he kisses his way to your other breast where he repeats the process, but this time softly bites and tugs at your nipple. that action draws a loud moan from you, and you drag your free hand into his hair. when you pull on it harshly to ground yourself, he lets out a moan almost matching your volume that has you looking down at him with lust and awe.

as much as chan has shown he was enjoying himself all of the other times you’ve had sex, it was never to this degree. the look in his eyes is unprecedented in how absolutely feral it is. you have yet to see him this way, and that’s exactly what you wanted of him tonight. you have a smug look on your face and you know it as he blushes and presses his forehead against your chest, eyes closed, a bit embarrassed to have let out that loud of a sound.

he gets over the embarrassment fast though, as he moves back up to your lips and grinds his hips against yours with a groan. you’re equally as affected as you throw your head back in a moan. one of your hands gripping the sheets and the other moved up to dig your nails into his bicep. when he lets out a hiss you start to think that he might just have a thing for pain…

“fucking shit, baby,” he moans as you lift your hips to meet his. “i need to be inside you so so badly.”

“please, channie,” you whimper, leaning up in search of his lips.

but he wastes no time leaning back and removing your panties, followed by his own boxers. of course he would never forgive himself if he didn’t prep you to take him, even if it’s just a little bit. so when chan settles against you again, his legs slotting with yours, the first thing you feel against your aching center is the pads of his fingers. you moan and wrap an arm around his torso instead of gripping the sheets. his fingers are sliding down your slit and back up to your clit where he rubs soft and slow circles.

“you’re so wet, pretty,” his voice is rough as he continues, “is this all for me?”

“yes,” you let out a husky moan. “just for you.”

he hums in response as he slides a finger back down and past your entrance. the intrusion is not unwelcome, and you moan again at the feeling. he watches your face intently as he moves his finger in and out until he deems you ready for a second. which, in the state that you’re in, doesn’t take long. you’re vaguely aware of your nails dragging down his back as you let out sighs of pleasure from the stretch of his fingers.

it’s almost unreal how quickly chan can bring you to the edge with just this, but he does. even if he had to stop once to pry your legs apart again because you just could not stay still. he uses his thumb to rub against your clit and that’s when your stomach tightens and your vision starts to blur and you know you won’t be able to hold it in much longer.

“c-chan, i’m gonna-“ you whimper. “i’m so- ah- close-“

“let go, love,” he leans down to kiss your neck as you feel that snap in your abdomen before a wave of pleasure crashes over you. your eyes roll back, your vision goes white, and the moans you let out are by far the loudest of the night as chan helps you ride it out.

when you come back down to earth a few moments later after he’s removed his hand, you lean up onto your elbows to see him as he’s sat on his heels right between your legs. he’s using that same hand that was just inside you to slowly stroke up and down his hard cock, looking at you with what is probably the neediest expression while he does it. he whimpers on the upstroke when he reaches the tip and bites his lip. something about that sight makes you snap as you get up to straddle him and swat his hand away to replace it with your own.

“ohhh holy fuck-” he throws his head back as he bucks his hips into your first. you twist your wrist at the tip and focus on it for a moment, savoring the pretty sounds chan lets out before removing your hand.

he doesn’t get the chance to complain about it though, because before he can even fully process the loss he sees you lifting yourself up and straddling his legs. with one hand on his shoulder to steady yourself, you use the other to drag the pink tip of his dick through your folds. he doesn’t appreciate the teasing though. he pulls your hand away and lines himself up with your entrance. he looks into your eyes as if to give you the go-ahead to start sinking down on him, and you nod your head.

his hand moves away as his tip enters you, and the both of you let out little sighs the more of him you take. his hands are getting a handful of your ass and you whimper a bit at the feeling of him kneading at the skin. once you’re fully seated on chan’s cock, letting yourself adjust, you press your lips against his in an eager kiss.

it seems in that moment he remembers what you had asked of him before all of this started, as one of his hands creeps up to wrap loosely around your neck. you gasp into his mouth, and latch your hand onto his forearm.

he pulls back a bit to gauge your reaction, “good?”

“so good.” your answer is immediate, and it makes him smirk.

he presses the tips of his fingers into the sides of your neck and your reaction is instant. you whine out and clench around him, making him let out a low curse. you think by now you’re adjusted to the size of him you start to grind in his lap.

“yes, baby. just like that,” he exhales. his hand on your ass helps rock you back and forth to make sure you keep a steady rhythm.

the feeling of chan’s hand against your throat is new to you, but it feels so right, you don’t know how you didn’t try it sooner. the lightheaded feeling it gives you enhances the pleasure you’re experiencing, and god, do you feel good right now. his cock keeps rubbing against that spot inside that has you seeing stars, and you know he’s feeling it too by the heavy exhales and deep groans he lets out.

after grinding for a bit you feel that familiar knot in your core and know you’re getting close to your climax for the second time tonight. your whines start raising in pitch and chan catches on so he brings a hand down to rub against your clit.

“are you- fuck- gonna cum again for me, pretty? hmm?” the tone of his voice tells you he isn’t very far behind you. you nod your head at him and let it fall back in pleasure after.

“cum- mm- around my cock,” he breathes out as he bucks up against you. “let me feel you, baby. p-please, cum.”

the desperation in his voice is what does you in. you moan out his name in a chant like a prayer and you swear you lose control of your body as your hips grind against his. you try to draw out every bit of pleasure from your climax that you can. behind all the static in your mind you faintly hear chan’s moans and curses as he tries to hold off on his own orgasm while you use him to finish getting off. once you come back down to earth you realize chan has removed his hand from your throat and is looking at you with pleading eyes while rutting his hips into yours from below.

“chan, use me.” he stops his movements at your words. you wrap your hands around his neck to play with the hair at the nape of his neck. he looks like he’s going to say something but you continue on before he gets the chance. “use me to get off, baby. i can take it.”

he moves so fast you don’t even process that you’re on your back again until he starts thrusting into you from above, his face buried in your neck.

“god, pretty, you- ah-” he lets out with his lips against the skin of your neck. with the grip he has on your thighs right now, you’re certain you’ll have tiny bruises tomorrow the size of chans fingertips. “you have no idea what- hngh- what you’ve done to me.”

“exactly what i wanted to do,” you whisper into his ear as you drag your nails down his back. he lets out a deprived whimper and his thrusts turn erratic. with a final press of his hips against yours, he shudders, and you feel him spill into you. he’s still letting out quiet staccato moans as he ruts against you a few more times before he pulls out with a hiss.

you ache at the loss, but turn your body to face him as he lies down next to you and does the same. his hand wraps around your waist to pull you closer, and he’s got a satiated smile on his face.

“that was…” he starts with a chuckle, “amazing.”

“yeah.” you sigh almost dreamily.

chan presses a kiss to your forehead. “i don’t know what i did to elicit this reaction from you, baby, but you should let me know so we can have a repeat of this.”

you laugh yourself and lean in to press your lips to his. this kiss is sweet, full of joy, and it lasts for a little more time than either of you intend to. both of you just savoring the moment, wanting it to last just that much longer.

the next morning when chan calls out for you to hurry to where he is the restroom, you aren’t sure what to expect, but it certainly isn’t this.

he’s shirtless, and got his back to the mirror with his head turned to look at it. his view slightly obscured by the disheveled curls framing his face. the part that catches you by surprise are the bright red lines adorning his backside.

you gasp when you realize they’re scratch marks to be exact. from you last night, of course.

“you really did a number on me, huh?” he grins as he lets you turn him so you’re face-to-face, or rather face-to-back, with the marks. you lightly trace them with your fingertips.

“pfft, who’s counting?” you meet his eyes in the mirror to see his smile turn into a teasing one. he twists around again so he can see his back once more.

“well actually,” he wraps an arm around himself to point to his reflection. “i count one, two, three-”

a/n: ahhh i hope people like this!! feel free to like & reblog if you do lol

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