#bang chan scenario

[ch4nb4ng]

Marital Duties

Pairing: Chan x afab!reader

Word count: 9.4k

Genre: Established relationship, married

Warning: SMUT (18+ only), phone sex, sexting, car sex, mention of boobs, oral sex (f. receving), penetration, swearing, mention of cum, mentions of pussy, kissing, praise

Note: ok i kinda nervous to post this but yas! Here is my inspo (here) (here) (here) warning it’s literally p word.

Tagged: @seo--changbin @j-0ne25 @cb97whoree @kpopsstuffs

Summary: Having a job that meant travelling and spending time away from your husband made the absence grow much fonder for you and your needs, as well as your husbands.

Work conferences were the bane of your existence. Yes you were away from your kid and sometimes it was hard, but being away from your husband was harder. There was no doubt about your job. Being a world renowned forensic psychologist was amazing and something you wanted for a long time. Sometimes though, it was nice to just curl up on the couch, read a good book, watch a comforting movie; there was nothing wrong with indulging in self-care, you just did not have the time to do so. 

The recent promotion into becoming head of the north-west region of mental health care was a big step up from your previous job. No one than you was more qualified for this. Everyone, colleagues and board members put your name up. Psychology was your life, but your family was bigger. 

Highschool sweethearts, you and your husband had been inseparable since what felt like the dawn of time. Meeting at 15, having your first dance at 17 at prom. Graduating and going to college together; If you had a dollar for everytime you accomplished a big milestone with him or because of him, you would be swimming in luxury. When the two of you got married, things just fell into place even more. The doubt of being able to help people mentally after graduating from your post grad made you nervous, but then again, you never thought that you would be married to such a wonderful man. A dream job at your local hospital fell into your lap, and your husband became the nurse that everybody wanted to assist them with their care. Working in close contact with him everyday was just another blessing in disguise; you simply could not get enough of him. It was impossible to get sick of him.

That was when you decided to have your first child. What could be a better mix than the two of you combined? The first 4 years of parenthood came with its challenges. Nevertheless, it was the best decision you ever made, and you couldn’t think of anyone better than to share the unfamiliar journey with.

The promotion, however, meant that you wouldn't work with your husband as much, and spending time with your daughter was a little limited, but you knew he would never tell you to turn something down, and in a way it was the best decision for your marriage. The times together were shorter, but it also meant that every moment was savored tenfold. The time was better quality, the acts of service more thoughtful, and the sex. The sex, was that much more passionate, just like the first time he made love to you. He would always find ways to surprise you. Whether it was the way he grasped, grabbed you on the fibers that lingered to be touched, the way his body pressed upon yours, lips lingering on new places. You were always amazed with how much he could do, and what he was capable of.

These are the ideas that tortured your mind when you were away on business trips. Calling him and hearing his voice, seeing his face through the tiny phone screen was not enough. It didn’t matter how long you had been together, you always craved and missed him significantly.

“Hang on,” he whispered through the phone speaker, “someone wants to say hi to you.”

Your heart beamed with joy every time you saw her little face on the screen. God she looked like her dad, and you knew she'd  grow up to be a beautiful woman.

“Hi mommy,” she giggled, fingers crinkling then uncrkinly as she waved at the camera, “I miss you mommy.”

“Aw baby,” you pouted, “I miss you too. Mommy will be home tomorrow. Now it’s time for you to sleep.”

“Yes,” he cooed, “and daddy is going to read you a bedtime after you say goodnight to mommy.”

Your baby squealed with joy, running out of the frame and to her room. You could do nothing but chuckles, careless that she was that excited over a book of words that she forgot to say goodnight.

“Let me call you back at 15.”

You nodded, pressing the red cross before rolling on your back and looking up at the ceiling, admiring the off white paint color, heart beating out of your chest every second that the callback was not made. It’s not that you were worried he wouldn’t call back, you just felt that longing you always did when you weren’t looking at him.

The vibration on your chest was extra sensitive. You rolled back over, now lying on your front with your hand resting on your chin, other hand holding the phone as you answered. 

“Hey baby.”

“Hiiii,” you whispered, a smile on your face impossible to be rid of.

“She was out like a light.”

“I’m glad.”

“How was your day, baby? I want to hear all about it.”

You giggled as you saw him get up, walking into the bathroom of your house as he placed you against the bench next to the sink. Chan wasn’t shy. He thought it was completely normal to remove his scrubs and leave his upper body bare as he bent down to the bottom drawer, taking out his skincare and placing it on his face. Chan was your husband. You had seen him shirtless 100 more times than you could count. It should not affect you this much. It should not make the temperature of your cheeks rise. It should not cause a sudden sharpness of change in your breath. It should not make your eyes bulge, and it should definitely not send you into a head spin when his biceps flexed when washing his face. Being a clinical psychologist meant having pristine precision and concentration, so if anybody got a hold of this live footage right now, they might question your profession.

“Y/n, Y/n?”

You blinked, quickly snapping your head to get back in the game. It was too late, however, your husband was already smirking at your distraction. You could try and play it off, but the both of you knew that he was too smart to fall for that.

“Sorry babe, I’m a bit distracted.”

“Oh yeah? What’s distracting you?”

“Oh please,” you scoffed, “you know exactly what you are doing.”

“Me?” He gasped, placing a hand on his chest, flexing his opposite bicep, “I have no idea what you're talking about.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his obvious attempt to woo you over, the subtle flirt. Sometimes it was easy to resist, but in this case, it was easier to play along, feign innocence until he truly told you what he wanted. The two of you liked to play such games, especially when you were on the road. It was time for you to sit up, placing Chan on the lamp atop of the bedside table before placing yourself on the edge of the hotel bed. The buttons on your shirt were suddenly feeling a little tight. The smirk on your husband’s face grew the moment he saw the first two buttons undone, a sneak peak of your cleavage making its debut for the night. You stopped there, gently pulling down the fabric, stretching the collar of the shirt, consequently putting your chest on full display. 

“Two can play that game Mr. Bang.”

A deep chuckle escaped his lips as he walked over to your shared bedroom, placing his phone in similar fashion to yours before removing his bottoms, your husband now in nothing but his boxers as he laid down, stretching out his legs before lifting you again, wanting the closest view to your fingers continuing to remove one button at a time, a painfully slow movement to your fingertips. Fuck. Now he kind of regretted starting this game with you tonight. A gasp of gratification spilt from Chan’s lips as he watched the satin material that made up your shirt slither off those, in his words, gorgeous shoulders of yours. The black lace bra, the one being your husband’s favorites out of pure coincidence the only garment covering your chest. 

Chan loved every part of you, make no mistake. He would worship every part of your body 24/7 if he could. He simply could never get enough of you, but your chest, your breasts were on a whole different level. Chan loved your boobs. It didn’t matter what the two of you were doing, promiscuous acts or not, if he could have his hands on them, he could. Cuddling, sex, hugs; call him a pervert, but he didn’t care. It was his wife for god sakes. He would feel abnormal if he wasn’t attracted to them. Conveniently for you, this was something you could play to your advantage. Didn’t want to do the dishes? Show him your cleavage. Needed to put your daughter to sleep but you wanted him to do it? Promise him to show your cleavage after he does so. It was a convenient weapon to use, and this was the perfect time to use it. It was fair, seeing as he was using the weapon of his own to try and get you where he wanted.

“Aw come on,” he whined, “you did that on purpose?”

“Did what,” you smiled, fingers gently tracing the lace attached to the strap, “I didn’t do anything.”

Tapping the phone screen, you sighed. It was like, and your flight home was something that required you getting up much earlier that you would ever prefer. You should go to sleep. Hang up on him. You were going to see him tomorrow anyway, surely you could suppress your urges until then. 

But then you saw your husband redirect his palm from the outside of his undergarment, which was obvious to the eye, to the inside, a gentle slap against his skin as it dived past the waist band. Fuck this was cruel now. Not only because you could see his hands subtly tumbling underneath, he drew attention to how hard he already was, and you didn’t know what aroused you more: his probaby pulsating length or the fact that he was as aroused as he was because of you. It didn’t matter how many times it occurred, Chan always had a way of making you feel special. Physically, emotionally, intimately; it was part of his aura, and one of the main reasons that you were so attracted to him in the first place.

“Baby,” you gasped, hands traveling up waist and to your chest, gently kneading the mass in an attempt to match his slow pace that he was palming himself, “you’re so naughty. I have to go to bed.”

“Aw come on baby,” he groaned, head resting atop the headboard, gaze even more piercing at the angle his head was at rest, “I haven’t seen you all week.”

“I know Chan,” you sighed, your next words going to be knowingly disappointing for him, “I have to check out at 3am and it’s already almost 10. You know what I’m like when I don't get my beauty sleep.”

Chan gave you a disapproving pout as he took his hands out of boxers, a shiny ring reappearing from the undergarment as he took the phone with both and lay flat on his back, sinking under the sheets and head gliding onto the pillow. He was humbly accepting defeat, most likely because he would see you tomorrow anyway; that’s when he could have his fun.

“I know baby it’s ok,” he smiled, bringing his face as close as possible to the camera, lips still pouting, “let me give you a kiss goodnight.”

“Thank you baby,” you giggled, also leaning forward to kiss the phone screen simultaneously before whispering a small, “goodnight.”

It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep, and the adrenaline from your almost raunchy rendezvous over the phone wore off quickly. You weren’t that young anymore. Getting tired was much easier. There was much less energy, especially after getting riled up like that. Even if it was what you saw while you were sleeping in your dreams, and you only have to wait 12 hours to see your beautiful husband in the flesh. 

***

The alarm caused a fright, a deep groaning sound of annoyance bellowing from you, but that quickly wore off. The immediate thought of seeing Chan and your beautiful daughter being the main reason for your sudden change in temperament. Your bags were already packed and you organized your brain knowing that you would be too tired to do it in the morning The smile on your face couldnt dared to be wiped off once you were in the taxi. The cool breeze of the warm summer hitting your face as you pushed the window in the back seat halfway down. Summer was your favorite time of the year, especially since it was the time you got to spend with your family that was of the best quality. All of the aspects of your job you loved, even the times you traveled. However, your heart did sink a little when you had to travel at this time of the year. The school holidays always felt too short, so when you had to travel, the amount was even shorter.

A ding from your phone brought out of your somewhat solemn daze, heat creeping to your cheeks immediately:

[hubby <3] 7:00 am Can’t wait to see you, hope there aren't any delays at the airport.

*one attachment*

Jesus fuck. Now sending a full blown dick pick with your daughter in the car, which you assumed was there, was definitely not the way to go; and thank god your husband knew that. But that did not let him off the hook. It was a photo of him, in the mirror, with his face cut off and only his lips in the frame. He was wearing a black sleeveless tank and those fucking grey tracksuit pants. Call yourself cliche, but nothing turned you on more than that particular piece of clothing. Chan had one hand on the camera, the other hand at the base of his hardened length. He always did this. As mature as Chan was, the times he chose to be inappropriate truly were the most inconvenient for you. A loud gasp escaped your lips, head almost hitting the chair in front as the driver came to a halt.

“Everything okay back there?”

“Uh yes,” your head snapped towards him, nodding furiously as a terrible attempt at acting in the norm, “why did we stop?”

“We are at the airport, miss?”

His tone sounded one of question, kind of looking at you in the rear mirror like you were one of the strangest passengers he had. You looked outside, a ferocious laugh escaping your lips as you decided it was better to say nothing and just pay, get out, and grab your own luggage. The awkwardness left your mind in shambles. How dare he send such a photo. Your husband. It was most likely to get revenge from last night, because he knew you would have to sit on the plane and suffer in silence.

Your luggage was checked in quickly, security easy to get through; there was plenty of time to wait in the boarding lounge. At first you were annoyed by the message. The sexual frustration that had already accumulated from your absence away from him was enough, but if anything, it felt like this was an extra punishment for last night.

But then you opened it again, started analyzing it (if you could call it that) until your finger was subconsciously in your mouth. It didn’t matter how many times you looked at him, your husband, he was always going to do it for you, every single time. The ache that has been coming and going throughout the week returned, and it made you annoyed. So annoyed that you found yourself lifting your butt from your chair, walking to the bathroom and locking yourself in one of the stalls. Gripping the bottom of your shirt, you pulled it down as much as you could without taking it off, mimicking a downward looking angle in an attempt to copy your husband, lips down as the camera clicked, off silent. Fuck. It’s fine. The idea that people may have heard the sounds of you taking a photo in the toilet. You were too fueled with a horny rage to think of the ramifications as you sent your photo, giving in and responding to him.

[Y/N] 8:30am No delays. Make sure you’re there on time.

*one attachment*

Oh, he was gonna hate that. Chan had patience for a lot of things. But short, dry messages were something that made him mad. Serves him for sending you that first. You knew exactly what his reaction would be as well, but at least you could board the plane in peace.

**

It was around 3 hours before the plane arose from one location and landed in another. The plane ride was painful. You tried to do the things you usually would. Create drafts for your patients, read a book, watch a downloaded netflix movie, and just sink into your non-reclining chair and relax; but you simply couldn’t.

The brain rot that was the simple image of your husband’s half naked torso should not be affecting you this much. But that was the problem too. It wasn’t just the picture. That image was the catalyst for the sexual rumination that had been numbing your brain for the past week. The want to get home was even stronger now knowing that you really had something to look forward to.

Of course, to your dismay and longing, the baggage claim took forever, security had a long line, and by the time all of that had been completed, it was, of course, an hour schedule that you told your husband to come and pick you up. The look on his face was sour to say the least. There he was, leaning against the exterior of your shared four wheel drive, drinking his probably now lukewarm coffee. The tingle instantly came back to your core, feeling like a teenage girl again. The scene was just like old times. Chan, waiting around the corner from your house to come and pick you up. The only thing that was different was that it was slightly taller, and had a few more wrinkles. Nonetheless, he looked super hot. Still wearing those grey sweatpants, and a fucking black tank. A fucking blank tank that was probably the tightest fitting pieceing of clothing in his fucking closet. His stance was strong, biceps, triceps, and ¾ of his pecs bulging out in public, and it was truly making your brain dizzy. You walked over quietly, the jarring sound of your suitcase wheels rolling along the parking lot concrete ruining the suspense of your arrival. Chan’s head snapped, eye widening the moment you appeared in his vision. 

“Hi baby, sorry I’m late the customs took for-”

The interruption was welcome as Chan shoved his phone in his pocket, apparently with an empty takeaway coffee cup falling to the floor as he enveloped you into his arms, a groan of admiration falling from his lips as they immediately attached to yours, your body to relaxing against his, eyes fluttering shut at his touch. God, it was only a week. One week, but you craved his touch more than anything in the world. It truly was the little things such as his calloused textures, the warmth of his skin, his smile. Holy fuck his smile was, in your opinion, the greatest thing in the world that ever existed. 

“Mmmh,” you hummed, gently pulling away, hands snaking across your husband’s waist, a smug smile on your lips, “I missed you.”

“Missed you too baby,” he growled, morning raspiness to his tone, “how was your flight?”

The implication of his question made your eyes ogle, the visual image of his text message imprinting on your brain. The smirk that developed on his face formed the expression of realization that hit you. Suddenly his grip on your waist was tighter, and Chan was pulling you in even closer, leaving you to feel everything; yes, everything. 

“It was good,” you giggled, knowing that you had been caught, “what was not good was your behavior since last night.”

“Hmm is that so? I don't see this being a one-sided activity?”

Your right hand left his torso, smacking him on the chest before taking a step back and walking to the car. It was fun to pretend to be annoyed, especially because you knew it would work your husband up even more. Chan hated when you sulked, especially when he playfully called you out. Chan always liked games, and so did you, because you knew that there was always one thing it would lead to. The longer the game went on, the more passionate the ending to this game would be. You walked into the car, peacefully sitting in the passenger seat as you left your husband to take your suitcase and place it in the boot. Serves him right for being a smartass. There was no sound except for the car door once the two of you were inside. The ignition was turned on, and so were you, watching your husband's arm reach over to the shoulder of your car seat, his head turned to look behind him. This was so dumb! You really should not be aroused by this; you’ve seen him do this thousands of times.

“You okay babe?”

You shook your head, snapping yourself out of this lustful daze, “yeah, why?”

“Ok it’s just,” he paused, shifting into drive, then placing his hand on the inside of your thigh, “you’re staring at me like a piece of meat.”

“I am not,” you scoffed, “you wish I was staring at you like that.”

He said nothing, a light chuckle following as the car fell into another silence. A comfortable one at that, well, to an extent. His thumb was gently nudging at your skin, knuckles inching closer to your center. There was something in the air, and the longer it lingered, the harder it was to ignore it. The want. The need to have him. It was impossible. You knew that even if you did get home soon that your daughter was home, and there was no way you were going to traumatize her like that; kids remember everything. If you took too long in the car, your father would get suspicious. He was one to get on your nerves like that, especially if he spent more time than agreed to watching your beautiful child. 

“I got your text message this morning.”

Chan’s eyes were on the road, which forced you to keep yours. Your eyebrows furrowed however, knowing that the street he just turned down was not the right way to your house. Instead, Chan turned the opposite direction, the car coming to an immediate stop at a lookout, but not just any lookout. The lookout east. The two of you came from a small town, meaning there weren't many spots to go; that was until the lookout east was uncovered. Back then it was the talk of the town, the go to hookup spot for many. You have seen it yourself. It had a beautiful view however, and most of the time you and Chan would go just to admire the view, but did not mean that every time would be an innocent one. The two of you had not been in years, and there was a big question mark as to why you were here right now. Chan said nothing, getting out of the car and walking over to your side, opening your own door before opening the back door, crawling in with you following. The two of you got comfortable, that was, until Chan pinned you down to the back seat, lips once again attacking yours as he pressed his horny groin into yours, a deep groan bellowing from your husband's chest. His dominance was easy to comply with, the desperate moan falling from your lips a culmination of feelings from the past 12 hours. This really could have been the horniest you have ever been in your whole entire life, even including the times of excessive sexual hormonal changes during pregnancy. His tongue snaked past your lips, without any slight of permission as his hips fell into a gentle rhythm. Chan moved with such delicacy and poise, yet somehow he was able to convey his ultra high level of arousal. Now you were in big trouble; it was serious business when Chan pinned you down like that. It meant he had serious business to take care of. 

“Chan,” you tried to speak, his lips interrupting each word, “what, are you doing?”

He pulled away, sitting up. Chan said nothing, eyes fixated on your chest as he grasped your wrist to pull you up, your body clumsily falling into him as you fixed your balance. Chan was quick to attack your lips again, hands making light work as they gripped onto the edge of your shirt. Your arms lifted unconsciously, allowing the kiss to break as he took off your shirt, your upper body in nothing but your undergarments. Your husband was like a kid in a candy store the moment he saw the slightest bit of cleavage. Chan’s arms wrapped around your back as he effortlessly unclasped the unwanted fabric, lips immediately attaching to your left nipple. A gracious moan fell from your lips, a hand tickling the back of the hair at the base of his skull, keeping a guidance. At first this tongue was small, gentle. A few kitty licks right in the center. Although it was minimal touch, you were one to have more sensitive nipples, so the feeling was already heaven enough. It wasn’t until his entire mouth was attached, a parietal noise of vacuum escaping his lips each time your tit went in and out of his mouth. 

“Mmmmm,” you hummed, back arching slightly at the subtle texture of his teeth, “you’re like fuckin newborn.”

“Mhh can’t help it,” he huffed, out of breath, hand replacing his lips for a brief moment, “makes me want to have another kid.”

Chan gave you no time to reply, lips resuming their position, but now on the opposite nipple. His fingers never stopped moving, either on your shoulder, running up and down your arms, but mainly on your breasts, doing whatever he can to feel you. Each squeeze of the mound brought a whine to your throat. His statement ran through your mind and just stayed there. Having another kid was not really something the two of you had ever spoken about. It wasn’t that it was off the table, no. It truly was just something that had not come up in conversation. You could understand why he wanted to have one, and in this moment especially, it had nothing to do with having an actual child. 

It is true that when you met your husband, your body shape resembled more of a P, but when you were pregnant with your daughter, Chan was on another planet. Any chance he got, his hands were on them. Call him twisted, but he loved how much bigger and softer they got when you were deep into pregnancy.

When you came back out of thought, and the major distraction of your husband's lips on your body, you pushed him away gently. You followed the sort of harsh motion with a gentle peck to his lips, arm wrapping around his neck as you smiled at him in disbelief. The last chance the two of you, well more him, had been so reckless like this was so long ago you would not even be able to recall. This didn’t mean you hated it though, if anything, it satisfied that little part of your adolescence that lingered. The adolescence that was always sparked whenever you were away. Whenever your calls turned to a lustful space. The photos. The phone calls. Usually the ‘rebellious’ behaviors were to compensate for the distance. But now, Chan was hungry for you, even when you were right in front of him.

“Babe, what has gotten into you?”

Your husband buried his face into your chest, a large breath filling his nostrils, your scent deeply satisfying him before he responded. 

“I just missed you a lot, baby. And that picture you sent drove me fucking wild.”

A smirk appeared on your lips, legs hovering over your husband's waist before encasing the lower limbs around his waist, a light amount of friction created by the swift move of your hips makes him hum in pleasure. Your eyes, now sitting on top of his lap, gazed over, looking down on the poor man. There was a slight emotion of guilt there. Depriving him of getting what he wanted. You didn't really care though. If anything, pissing him off usually led to better sex after, and there was nothing in this moment that you wanted more. 

“Mmmh, as much as I want this,” you mumbled, another soft kiss in between your sentences, “I need to go home and see my daughter which I have not seen in a week.” 

“You’re right,” Chan chuckled, “I am getting a little bit carried away, aren't I?” 

Yeah he was impatient, but he understood, and it was one thing you really loved about him. He was extremely empathetic, sometimes to a fault. Able to put himself in everyone else’s shoes. So as soon as you mentioned wanting to see your daughter more, he understood. He passed you your bra and shirt, quickly helping you put them back on, not without stealing another mouth watering kiss, and hopping back into the driving and passenger seat promptly. 

The drive was once again peaceful; which lasted around 30 seconds. Maybe it was a better idea to just fuck in the back of your car, because the ache between your legs, when reflecting on the past week, was at the most intense it had been. Maybe this was your karma for withholding your body from your very eager husband. It didn’t matter now because whether you liked it or not, all of this was going to have been scheduled at a much later, uncertain time.

Chan’s hand was placed on your thigh like before, the light background and the noise somewhat distracting you, but not for long. Your husband’s grip was getting stronger and stronger, inching closer and closer to your wanting pussy with each second. A sharp gasp left your lips when his middle finger traced over the hem of your jeans, your level of arousal heightened to the point where even the breeze most likely was enough to partly satisfy yourself.

“Chan.”

“Y/n.”

“Stop it,” you whined, fingers coincidentally fidgeting with the button of your jeans, following the same direction with your zipper before the pair of pants were below your waist, your bottom undergarments now on display. You looked down, embarrassed at the mass wet patch coating your panties. Your husband's hands took a little bit of a wander, but froze almost immediately when he felt that familiar patch he had felt oh so many times. The digits were quick to act, another moan spelling from your mouth as soon as he got you in the exact spot he knew to touch. That were the perks of having a husband, because whether the time of orgasm was long or short, he knew exactly where to touch you to make that happen.

“Your body is having the opposite reaction,” he smirked, “and my eyes are strictly on the road.”

“And keep it that way.”

“Mhmm,” he ignored, fingers somehow able to push your panties to the side, raw fingertips now spreading open those pussy lips. God you felt dirty, nasty. How could you do this in your fucking car? Too horny to even wait until you were in the comfort of your bedroom. You were much too harsh on yourself. It was most definitely your husband's fault for opening that can of worms the moment he rocked up on the facetime camera without his shirt on. Therefore, your humility was minimized, there were always much worse things you could have done. Chan was easily able to find that wanting little entrance of yours, two fingers effortlessly plunging themselves inside, the unsympathetic texture of his hard working fingers gently scratching the velvet interior of your walls, hips now gently rocking back and forth on him. Your hands came to your breasts automatically, pinching, twisting, flicking the sensitive buds in any way possible that could create a replica of Chan’s mouth from previous moments. Fuck, no one else could do you like your husband, even yourself.

“Fuck Chan,” you whimpered, covering your face in embarrassment.

“Shh it’s okay,” he cooed, coaxing you through his honey textured tone, “just let it feel good, worry about other things later.”

Just as you let your head fall against the headrest, eye fluttering shut, the car came to a halt. Eyes flying open, a mound of disappointment when your visual fields were filled with your front yard. To your dismay, your husband withdrew his fingers from your pussy, a large squelching sound in the moment as he placed his hands on the gear shift, placing the toe of your into park before turning the car ignition off. The look you were giving your husband now was one of sadness, despair, making him laugh. He loved when you were dramatic.

“You’re not happy to be home?”

“Shut up,” you huffed, redoing your pants up before storming out of the car, forcing your husband to grab your suitcase as you stood impatiently at the front door, waiting for him to open it. It would be impossible to wipe the puffed up look of content on his face, knowing that he got right under your skin. Games were fun to play, but you simply knew that if he didn’t give you what you wanted soon, the house would fall into chaos. It was one thing to wind you up, but this time it was too far to push through, then stop just when things were getting good.

A fake smile plastered on your face, the refreshing thought of seeing your daughter coming back into your mind as you walked through your abode. It faded however, unable to see or hear anything that resembled your little baby. It wasn’t until you walked down your long hallway that led to your kitchen that you saw the note on your marble bench. It read the following:

Hi Darling, hope you had a safe flight!

I have taken my beautiful granddaughter to the park for a playdate with a couple of her friends and the other available parents. 

We are leaving at around midday, and won’t be back for a few couple hours. Apologies you will have to wait a little longer, but I couldn’t say no to her beating eyes when she asked me.

I'll see you when I’m looking at you.

Dad

“Chan!”

Your timbre was loud, somewhat frightening your husband as he rolled your luggage across the floor, meeting you in your shared kitchen. He was kind of worried. Chan knew that your dad was taking care of her while he went to pick you up, but he never said anything about taking her out. He stood next to you, trying to analyze your expressions before you spoke. You missed your daughter a lot, there was nothing false about that statement. Nonetheless, when the smug look came to your face at the thought of what having an empty house implied, you couldn't help yourself. 

“Did you know that my dad took her to the park?”

Oh fuck. Chan thought he was in trouble; big big trouble. 

You bit down on your bottom lip, trying to suppress your smile at how hopeless he looked. Being the medical professional you were, it was easy to read your husband like a book. And after his actions, which were already on the verge of crossing the threshold of what you would put up with, he was in his every right mind to react this way. Walking on eggshells was the right way to go. From his friskiness on the phone, to sending an almost naked picture to you in public, to publicly groping and prodding at your highly aroused body in the discomfort of your car, to now delaying your reunion with his daughter; my my my did he dig himself a massive grave that he would not be able to dig himself out of this one. 

“No,” he answered, hesitance leaking from his tone, “she must have asked him after I left.”

“Right,” you paddled, handing the note your dad had left to your husband. A sigh of relief in the form of his chest falling from the fat breath he sucked in before dissipating from his chest. Taking a step close, your husband ignored, focusing all his efforts on the written material until he felt the texture of what was your fingertips find a place on his torso, index fingers ‘accidentally’ finding a way underneath the hem of the thin material that made up his shirt. The note was removed from your husband’s face in the form of a toss with his own hand, eyes piercing into yours the more and more the skin of his torso was being exposed to the light. Your palms then became a part of the conversation, gently pressing against your husband's groin as you could feel his length awake from a light slumber.

“Why am I sensing that you’re not mad now?”

“Me,” You gasped, feigning ignorance as you finally pulled the flimsy material over your husband’s head, “I was never mad?”

“You weren’t?”

“No Mr. Bang,” you giggled, wrapping your hands around your husband’s neck once more, “Mad that you have been teasing me for almost 24 hours straight?”

Chan didn’t answer, instead sweeping your legs off the floor and into your arms, carrying your bridal style back down the said hallway, bedroom door conveniently already open as he laid you down on your back. A hum of happiness fell from your lips at the familiar feeling of your own bed sheets encompassing your back. You were brought out of those thoughts quickly however, your husband left you little to revel in bed texture, removing his sweats immediately before lifting you by the armpits again, leaving you to stand and him sitting on the edge of your shared mattress. The invitation of your barely dressed husband with a pressing erection straining his boxers was a very enticing seat. One that you took without a second thought as his hands were straight for your throat, a gentle squeeze as your lips connected first, legs cloaking his waist once more, the both of your tongues fighting for dominance over each other. Chan’s mouth vibrated as he relaxed into the sensual nature of the kiss, hands drifting away from your upper body and right to the outside of your thighs, a gentle tingle of fingertips dancing across your heated skin as you pulled away from a brief moment, wanting to match at least half of his body in the lack of clothing. Your husband helped as he withdrew his hands from your body for a brief moment, deciding to, rather than pull your nice shirt over your head like a normal person, he pulled the seams apart, splitting the shirt into two before using one hand only to unclasp your bra this time. It would be a lie if you said you weren’t impressed by it everytime.

“I liked that shirt,” you pouted, “did you have to rip it?” “I’m sorry y/n,” he chuckled, hands snaking up your sides another time, “I just want you so badly.”

There was no time to react as your husband gripped your hips, spinning you around and pinning you into the mattress. His second attack followed impeccably, hands fumbling on your jeans before getting them undone, panties groped in unison as they hit the side wall. That was an irrelevant detail, because Chan was lying on his front, abs rubbing against your core as he brought his hands back to your tits; his most favorite thing in the world. The man could not keep his hands still, mouth slobbering all over the sensitive skin as he began his second attack of the day on your nipples. 

“Never gets old,” you giggle, a gentle moan following after at the contrast of your flimsy mounds and rock hard nubs. Chan’s hands felt like no other, and when he had them on you, it was the time when you felt like the luckiest woman in the world. Your husband’s chuckles followed closely to yours. Seeing his wife happy was one thing, but knowing that he could make you feel this good aroused him to another level. His admiration deepend, yes, but it was somewhat of an ego boost for him. Knowing that he was that good with his fingers. 

Your husband’s lips, like his hands, began to wander, a strip of wet kisses trailing down the center of your stomach, causing him to crawl back further and further until his lips were just above your core. Chan brought his fingers right back to where he had them in the car, easily able to slip in two fingers without warning, a deep groan gritting his teeth at the way your back arched for him monumentally. The sight was one that he had been craving, one that you craved yourself. It did not matter how far apart you were from your husband, his appetite for you would never change. If he wanted to be close, he wanted to be close. If he wanted to be far, well that was just simply not plausible. As much as he wanted to pleasure you, make you feel good, like the diligent role of a husband should be, it was the closeness that motivated him every time. Chan longed for these moments, especially since the introduction of your daughter restricted the ability to do so. At any possible moment, Chan would demand to do whatever he could to profess his love, and it was always done with his mouth; his tongue to be more specific. 

In this scenario, rather than speaking with tongue, it was sticking out of your husband’s lips, flattening as he dived in head first without hesitation, your hands automatically rummaging through the thick mound of curls that supported the top of his head. His tongue was heaven, spreading your pussy lips farther and farther apart and he used that ferocious organ to fiercely suck on your wanting nub. A monstrous moan escaped your lips at the contact, a gratifying humm coming from his throat at the way you tugged on his locks. Your eyes were barely open, unable to prevent yourself letting your eyelids dance back and forth from open to shut, mesmerized at the current view you had when hunching your neck to see. Chan could see the way you were desperate to view his fulfilling prophecy that was going down on his wife, making sure to lay his chest flat on your bed, ejecting his fingers from your cunt and hooking each forearm around each leg, compressing them into the mattress, giving you the perfect perspective of the combination that was his lips and tongue simultaneously pleasuring your aching core. If this was going to be the result after pining for each other for around 12 hours only, you would never think about it twice. 

“I love being married,” you whined, another humorous hum escaping your husband’s lips, “tongue feels so good.”

“Mmmh,” he mumbled, half of his face muffled in your pussy, “you taste so good.”

“What was that?”

He took away his tongue for a brief moment, looking you deep in the eye before repeating his statement.

“You taste so good.”

He didn’t want to take much time away from making you, his wife, feel good, let alone waste his breath on 3 words. His tongue snaked across your inner thigh, the organ licking a gentle strip up each leg before descending back onto your gushing pussy. The smile on your face at his works was impossible to wipe off, your moans through the pearly whites getting louder and louder at the same time with your core, the accumulation of your slick and Chan’s oral fluids contributing to the squelching sound that was bringing you closer and closer to peak arousal. His lust was simply one of trance and dedication. It genuinely could not be explained enough how much he loved seeing you like this, knowing that he was the one that was doing so. Your lips contorted, unable to keep the smile as your bite down on the skin below your bottom lip, harsh enough to leave a line of marks before you were sitting up, hands leaving his hair and dominating his face, palms spread across either side before pressing a kiss to his lips. Your nose crinkled, easily identifying the taste of you on his tongue before giving him one last look, eyes completely open as you crawled backwards on your elbows, left index fingers curling in a come hither motion. The invitation was simply too divine to resist. Your husband turned into a predator, jumping on top of you like he had just caught his prey. His moves were delicate, making sure to not crush you underneath him. His lips were itching to be on yours again, and the feelings were returned, tongue automatically parting his lips and dipping inside his wanting mouth as his hands left your figure for a brief moment, slipping the thin material down his legs and over his feet, fingertips, like magnets to his wife’s skin, straight back onto you. Your own hands were now back on your husband's body, fingernails digging into the large mound of muscles that was his upper back as his fully erect length pressed against your heat. A moan slipped out of your mouth and straight into his, causing him to pull away.

“Fuck you really missed me, didn’t you?”

His smirk was fucking priceless. So annoying, but it would just be a flat out lie if you said you were not attracted to it in the slightest. Cocky did not look good on most people, but it 100% suited your husband. Your nails buried themselves deeper into his flesh at his statement, a poor attempt at humbling him in the slightest as another moan fell from your lips as he began slightly rocking back and forth, the tip of his pre-cum soaked tip hitting your extremely sensitive nub. You went to open your mouth, a failing endeavor of speaking a sentence when the only thing coming out being sounds of pleasure.

“Don’t tease me Mr. Bang,” you mumbled in between each groan, bucking your hips to create a larger friction between your two bodies. Chan was getting impatient himself, but god, did he love to tease you. Your husband had no trouble making you orgasm over and over, he just had displeasure in making you cum so quickly. Your body was sensitive solely to him, even after all these years, it didn’t take much to get you there. Therefore, teasing you made the process so much more enjoyable. Watching you squirm was something that he really enjoyed. 

“Hmm Mrs. Bang,” he hummed, lifting his hips off of yours, one hand now wrapped around the base of him, “you’re so cute when you’re all hot and bothered.”

Your eyes formed into a squint, annoyed at how easily he was pinning you down, “stop playing games and fuck me. Preferably today before they get home.”

“Oh fuck,” Chan chuckled, prodding at your pussy hole with his length, “you’re right, let me get to business.”

It was funny when previously mentioned that Chan left to tease and see you squirm, because once his length was comforted by the strength of your tight walls, your husband was a mess. He couldn't help it. Your pussy, after being with you for so many years, molded exactly to the shape and maneuvers that Chan needed. He tried to maintain a slow pace, allowing for your cunt to stretch perfectly around him, wanting you to feel every inch of him; but it simply was too irresistible to resist. Chan wrapped his hands around your ankles, lifting your limbs in the air and stretching them as far as they could go before kneeling on his knees as he began to flat out pound your busy. His pace was not as fast no, by the velocity of the thrusts was truly toe curling. Your jaw dropped to the floor if it could, the bedhead surely denting the walls at the arms as each time his hope made contact with your contact, a large noise resembling a slap occurred. Your husband was usually not as rough, but it’s not that you’re complaining at all. It was rare that he would just throw you around like this, usually if he was frustrated or that you had been away. So really, you should have seen this coming. Maybe it was what provoked you to reply to his lustful text in such a similar manner; whatever you have been doing it was right seeing as he was making your pussy cry with arousal. 

Chan’s teeth sunk into your left calf, a string of large huffs and puffs escaping from his chest as he put all his mighty effort into each thrust, your husband breathing heavy at the combination of his force and pleasure he got from fucking you like that. His eyes ogled however, at how easily your tits bounced back and forth.

“Fuck,” you shouted, “s-so rough.”

“You like that?”

“Mhm,” you whimper, keeping your legs in the air as your pulled him by the neck, foreheads accidentally smashing foreheads together with a significant force, “you’re fucking me like you want to put another kid in me.”

“Maybe I do,” he grunted, pressing a kiss to your lips in between, “maybe I should put another kid in you.”

God the way he talks, especially like that, turns you on so much. Your hands now travel back to the familiar spot of his back, pulling his chest against yours as he picked up his pace, thrusts much smoother with rhythm as your eyes fluttered shut, head hitting the back of the pillow ad your husband relentlessly fucked your pussy. A deep breath blew from your lips, an insufficient try to maintain your composure as your husband refused to set a forgiving speed.

“Fuck your pussy,” he growled, unable to finish his sentence.

“Yeah baby?”

“Mine,” he huffed, his own eyes fluttering shut as he pinned your upper limbs next to your head, head dipping down back to your breasts, a ferociously lick on your left nipple before he continued, “Fuck I’ll fuck another fucking child into that fucking pussy if you want me to.” 

Chan became a menace when he reached his peak horniness, and during this timeline, that was right now. Anyone who met or knew Chan, as a well-respected friend, colleague, or even a stranger, knew that was one of the most polite people that you could possibly have the pleasure of meeting. Not one to swear, always use his manners and respect other people’s time and values. However, it was only you who got to see the truly feral side of him, like this, cursing his head off. It was only at this point did he forget that facade of a well-mannered gentleman. Chan was certainly not polite or gentlemen like when he fucked you, and it was a guilty pleasure of yours. It always aroused you to hear him say ‘fuck’, mumble a ‘motherfucker’ or ‘shit’ under his breath, even just in normal dialgoue. So when he said it during sex, it truly was one of the hottest fucking things your had ever seen. 

“Do it,” you mumbled, unable to use your full voice, “put a kid in me.”

“Really?”

His head snapped up immediately, lips moving back to your own, pecking you one more time, but with his eyebrows raised in surprise, “Are you being serious?”

“Yes,” you smiled, fingertips spreading across your husband’s cheeks, “you have my permission.”

“Oh fuck,” he grumbled, “you really shouldn’t have said that.”

Chan’s hands snuggled under your back, scooping you and placing you up right on him, cock still inside of you as he sat up himself, keeping you close to his torso as he scooched the end of the bed. He let out a groan as he stood up, hands trailing to your hips as began to bounce you. A new level of sound escaped your lips at the new angle he was hitting inside of your pussy. It was smart to keep your arms enclosed around his neck, head buried into his chest as he still managed to keep the same pace. You really didn’t know how much more of this you could handle; the pressure in your body was building. The pit of your stomach was making its way to your final high, and your muscles were tightening in conjunction. The room’s scent was full of sweat, but also passion. Sweet sweet passion and sweet sweet love filled the four nostrils in the room, bringing you even closer to the edge. 

“Chan?”

“Y/n, you okay baby?”

“I’m gonna cum baby,” you whined, “I'm gonna cum so hard.”

“Oh me fucking too baby,” he fritted through his jaw breaking teeth clench, “I’m about to blow so fucking hard.”

“Yeah?”

“All in this pussy,” he whined, placing you back down on the bed, “my pussy.”

“Mhm, all yours.”

Your husband kept your back arching off the edge of the bed, making sure that when let go of himself, that nothing but even a drop would drip out of your hole. His hips became erratic; you could tell that your husband would not last much longer. Not that you were far off either, but you know that the release of his seed would tip you over the edge. 

“Fuck,” he cursed, hard, “Y/n I’m so sorry I’m gonna cum first.”

“It’s ok,” you whined, “I need your seed inside of me so fucking badly.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah,” you clenched, eyes dark with lust as he kept his gaze on you, “put a fucking kid in me.”

“I fucking love my fucking wife so much,” he spat, jaw falling agape as his load exploded, the ropes of your husband’s orgasm roping over and over inside of you, “I fucking love you so much.”

“Fuck Chan,” you screamed, your own orgasm washing over and sending you into a haze, “it feels so good inside of me.”

Your whine was so attractive to Chan that he leant down to kiss you one more time, before withdrawing his aching cock, falling to your side in a heavy breath. He was quick to get back into action, however, falling off the bed and grabbing your ankles again, lifting them off the floor and onto the bed, ensuring that not a lick of his load would fall out. A fat giggle escaped from your lips when you watched him do so.

“Fuck you were serious about that kid hey?”

He was already gone, annoyingly leaving you by himself. He was quick to come back however, returning with a glass of water and a banana from the kitchen bench, handing over to you without a second thought. Your lips turned into a smile automatically, practically chugging the water down to quench your thirst before peeling the banana open. Your husband took his spot next to you, lying on his side as he watched you with admiration. All of a sudden you felt self-conscious, hesitating before putting your lips anywhere near the fruit.

“I’m starting to think you got this fruit for a particular reason.”

“No,” he chuckled, “just eat it.”

You looked away from him as your lips ‘accidentally’ slipped down the banana, much past where necessary to take a bite. You could see your husband's jaw clenching out of the corner of your eye as your motion.

“What,” you mumbled, mouth full of food, “you were asking for it.”

“Fuck your lucky that your daughter is going to be home soon.”

[facioleeknow]

A little treat • Bang Chan

Chan gives you a little treat after coming back from the studio ;)

Wc: 495. Genre: smut 18+ only

Tw: smut, consensual somnophilia, not proofread

Taglist: @kflixnet @bahng-chrizz

Chan sighed as he kicked his shoes off by the door. What was supposed to be a quick visit to the studio turned into a three hour session, which was far better than Chan's usual house but this time you had decided to sleep at his place and he felt so guilty about leaving you alone at home.

The house was very warm, a welcome feeling after the freezing air that bit at his skin outside. Silence enveloped him like a blanket, he could only hear the faint buzzing of the fridge and the dishwasher. You must've been asleep.

Chan made a beeline for his bedroom where he left. Upon the blankets you were sleeping soundly in just a shirt and panties, on your back with your legs open and one knee bent.

Your cheeks were slightly reddened and your lips parted, letting out small puffs of air.

Chan smiled at the sight. You were always pretty to look at, and Chan loved how peaceful you looked.

He moved closer to you and approached the bed. His eyes trailed your body, from your face to your feet but his eyes soon flickered back to your clothed core. Your panties had a dark spot right in the middle where your entrance was. It was from your previous activities of the night.

Before going to the studio Chan had given a good but quick pounding but right when he was about to start round two he got the call from the rest of the kids. So he asked you to keep all of his cum inside until he was back and put the panties back on you, promising a little treat for you if you behaved.

Chan silently sat at the foot of the bed. He had the perfect view of your clothed pussy from that angle. His thumb found the dark patch and started rubbing gently at your folds, waiting for your reaction.

A small whimper escaped your lips, your hips wiggled a little but Chan pressed a firm hand to your belly, pinning in place. His thumb started to draw circles higher, right on your clit, and gently presses down. Your whimpers got more and more frequent and high pitched.

He moved your panties to the side and started rubbing your clit more firmly but still delicately cause he knew you would be a little sore from your previous session.

Chan’s head lowered and soon he was at eye level with your pussy. Your scent was intoxicating for him, he couldn't help but lick a long stripe from your entrance to your clit and the gently suck on it.

The moment his tongue came in contact with your pussy, you startled awake.

“Channie,” you moaned, your voice groggy from sleep but full of lust. Your hand found your boyfriend's head and pushed it towards your core to show your intentions. Chan kissed your clit lovingly.

“It's okay baby, just relax, I'll take care of you.”

[thndrs-wrtr]

CAN WE PLEASE TALK ABOUT THIS?

[stayfortwominutes]

💭 reaction | bangchan

prompt; first time sharing a bed

disclaimers; a bit suggestive*, petnames, reader is described to have a fuller figure, no depictions of the members' personalities, actions or thoughts reflect their true character.

pairing; bang chan x female reader.

content; fluff, comfort, established relationship | word count; 800+

the downpour came without much warning. abrupt surges of thunder echoed in the street followed by the heavy pelting of thick rain drops against the pavement. believing the weather would soon clear up, y/n and Chan chose to wait out the storm. after a few hours passed, they had already cleared dinner, and finished washing up.

"fancy staying the night? I'll take the couch as usual," chan called down the hallway. as the words floated to y/n, she found herself smiling. he was ever the gentleman, and throughout their steady eight month relationship, chan was cautious to push any boundaries, especially those regarding personal space.

with her face towel in hand, y/n sauntered into the room. chan was stood at the side of the bed, lovingly fluffing the pillows before quickly dashing a spritz of his perfume in the air and fanning it with his hand to evenly distribute the scent. y/n had often complimented his fragrance choices, and he knew a light touch of it on his borrowed sheets would be comforting. sneaking behind his busied figure, y/n secured her arms around his waist.

"baby girl, have you finished showering already?" he asked, his eyes forming crescents as his gaze fell upon her.

"mmmh," y/n dazedly replied, her senses overcome with the soft, warmth of his perfume and the sleepiness that could not be kept at bay.

chan leant down, placing his hands on either side of y/n's shoulder, giving them a gentle squeeze, before placing a soft kiss on her forehead. y/n's cheeks and his own both tinged with hues of pink. the two were still full with the giddiness of puppy love despite their long term status. y/n still felt hesitant, she also did not want to push. chan had already made his way to the door, hand resting on the knob when y/n spoke.

"couldn't we share tonight? the thunder is sort of loud." in the smallest voice, y/n mumbled her question.

chan knew y/n well enough that thunder was neither a concern nor threat, and that she could sleep through the end of the world.

he chuckled to himself, responding with a cheerful "yes."

natually, chan took the side of the bed that wasn't to the wall. y/n settled herself on her left side to face him, but oddly enough, her boyfriend had bundled himself closer to the edge, and she wondered how he hadn't fallen off already.

"i didn't realise how small this bed was for two," y/n uttered. despite her low voice, the sound seemed the fill the room, as the rumbling thunder silenced at that precise moment.

slowly, thoughts of self consciousness took residence in her mind: was chan keeping his space on purpose? was he not ready to be in such an intimate situation yet?

"y/n?" he called out to no response, only the lively hum of the air conditioning could be heard.

"y/n?" he voiced again, a little louder. this time he successfully pulled her from her thoughts. the frown on her face evident under the moonlight that shone through the window.

"baby, what are you thinking about that has you so spaced out?" y/n met his eyes, a shadow half covering his face. unsure if it was the nerves of being within such close proximity or being so tired, y/n took the chance. "are you uncomfortable being this close to me? i can move to the couch, i don't want you to fall off and hurt yourself."

chan sat upright, blinking before taking his head in his hands.

"y/n- baby," he began, turning to face her.

"i was worried about making you uncomfortable. and i won't lie, the way your hips fill out my shirt had me a little preoccupied. i didn't want you to think i was trying to make a move the first time we slept together."

hearty laughter erupted from y/n, "my goodness, how silly could i be? i thought you were being extra careful because you weren't feeling it. i wanted us to cuddle..."

making grabby hands towards chan, the man was quick to shuffle over to her, scooping her up in his arms so y/n's head lay in the crevice of his shoulder as his arm snaked around her waist.

the couple silently admired each other's features in the dark as the rain seemed to calm. the placid atmosphere and shared warmth of their bodies lulled them further into a slumber.

"goodnight, my precious channie," y/n whispered, before gently pecking the tip of his nose. her right hand now tucked against his chest, the rhythmic beating of his heart mellowing her previous nerves.

y/n could remember a chaste kiss falling upon her cheek before she was out like a light.

"sleep well, baby girl."

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notes; i enjoyed writing this piece, and hopefully i can get to the other members too. please let me know if you have any feedback. © stayfortwominutes ; august 14, 2023.

[youn9racha]

Bathroom Escapade

pairing: bang chan x afab!reader

genre: smut; no strings attached/friends with benefit

song inspo: one of the girls — the weekend, lily rose depp and jennie

warning: public sex, heavy make-outs, unprotected sex, heavy sexual tensions, implied friends with benefits, mentions of infidelity(?), footsies/footjob, chan/chris is used interchangeably, quickie barely any foreplay, creampie, humiliation, choking, hair pull, dom!chan, sub!reader

words: 2.3k

a/n: its been a PHAT minute !!!! youn9racha's back baby hehehe the ending was lowkey rushed, but i have been meaning to write something but my brain has been blocked ofc, but finally something was up !!!! hope y'all enjoy it!!!

This is no way representative of the way Stray Kids act. They’re nothing but references of character, and in no shape or form is this how they act. And I am in no way romanticizing or glamorizing any toxic behavior exhibited, they’re just stories that is meant to be read. Readers' discretion is advised.

No one could pull them apart.

They weren't together by any means but almost have a magnetic attraction each time they're in the same room and their eyes land on each other, looking that could easily strip one another's clothing. These words echo each time they would describe the relationship between you and Chan, a guy you would often describe as a "friend," that is if you could count the time he has bent you over and made you scream out his name.

You could acknowledge him as a genuine friend, after all, he was your special friend; he was a gentleman, funny, charming, and really handsome that no one could deny. Even though you held no romantic attraction to him, there was no denying that he attracted you in some other way that could set fire to your insides. And he seems to feel the same way about you.

He always eyes up at every physical detail you could showcase to everyone. He admires the way you show yourself off, the way your voice perfectly hits his eardrum, every curve, indent, and crevice in your body got him hooked on you, regardless of whether you had someone in mind or not. He would always have his way with you to get you like a predator attempting to catch his prey for a feast, and a feast you were.

He didn't care that you showed up with a date, a man who complimented you in terms of appearance and personality, all Chan wanted was to get you back to him. The man who sat next to you was looking at you adoringly, and all you could offer back is a sweet smile that causes him to be smitten. He was staring at you with pure admiration, unlike the other pair of eyes that are piercing holes at your skull that could easily overpower your date. Whoever thought of this group dinner at a luxury restaurant must be a sadist for putting him through this, Chan would think to himself.

The time went by slowly, the wine glasses would touch lips, while the libra's eyes continued to bore his eyes at you, examining your actions with your date. Looking at your facial expression and smiles and analyzing your body language directly in front of him. His jaw would clench each time you show any interest in the guy sitting next to you. He knew that you didn't seek anyone, romantically speaking, nor does he, but he doesn't know why his sexual cravings are getting the best of him and making him feel slightly apprehensive about your interest in the man.

He later decided to distract himself by interacting with the other guests and engaging in whatever conversation they were speaking of that Chris really held no interest in, just a temporary fix in his sour mood. All the while he was interacting with the other guests, what he hasn't noticed was that you would constantly glance at him while your date blabbered about his job or whatever that is that he decided to speak of.

When you can see Chan looking away from you to talk, showing off his charming dimples at the guest next to him and having his Australian accent come out of his plump lips to add appeal to his voice, you sneakily slip your heels off your feet and extended your legs past the cloth that covered the table until your toes reached his ankles. Chan slightly jumped in his place while his eyes widened, which made the whole table look at him, including yourself, pretending to be clueless and confused.

"Is everything alright, Chan?" Changbin, his close friend sitting next to him, asked concerned, even looking down for a quick second to see what caused him to jump—you since moved your foot away after he jumped.

Chan chuckled in a feigned nervous tone and cleared his throat, "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," he spoke once again only to feel the same sensation of your foot against his leg once again, "just bumped my leg against the table, 'sall" he nodded, which made Changbin nod in reassurance and looked back at his seat partner and carry on their conversation.

Chan looked back at you, switching his facial expression, only to see you look back at your date all the while your foot is sliding up his leg. He's already sat past the tablecloth so many would not have seen his lower half, so your mission was easy to not get caught, all the while Chris attempts to be normal with his conversations. He feels the sole of you feet has reached between his legs, causing him to spread it just slightly where you can lay your heel in the chair and begin your movement.

Your toes and top foot began to rub against his erection which causes him to inhale and exhale through his nose, trying not to cause a scene in the middle of his conversation by erotically moaning straight to the guest's face. You two never played footsies, but at that moment Chris wish you'd done it because of the way you were rubbing him off in public was doing so many things to him, let alone using your foot.

His pants were feeling tighter as you began to curl your toes against him, which makes it hard for him to mask his excitement, resulting in you smirking at the reaction you've caused. You see him try to drink his wine, and you thought it was go time by slightly kicking him, causing him to groan and spill a bit of the red drink on himself. You pulled your leg back and gasped with everyone. Chris looked down at his dirty white shirt before looking back at you with fury in his eyes, making you shrug with sinister eyes masked with innocence.

Everyone's asking about Chan's well-being, but he reassured that it's fine and he got up to go to the bathroom to clean himself up. As he rushed to the empty single bathroom—so no one would also notice his erection—he began looking at his pathetic state, a big purple stain in his chest, a bulge protruding out of his pants, and now his hair disheveled after he ran his fingers through it. He groaned to himself, tongue protruding at his cheek.

"You're gonna pay for this, (y/n),"

"Pay for what?"

He swiftly turned his head only to see you standing by the door, smirking as you closed and locked the door.

Without any hesitation, he got up against you and crashed his lips onto yours, his body pushing up against yours, blocking the door, not wanting to hear anything out of your lips, anything aside from your moans, your whines, and your screaming out his name. His tongue was invading your lips and danced along your own tongue, groaning at the faint taste of the drink you had. He pulled away, his eyes looking at you red with fury, looking at your now smudged lips then back at your eyes.

"You get off to me getting humiliated, don't you?" He groggily said, which made you sadistically laugh at the chaos you've caused. Your laugh was cut short until you gasped as you felt his hand grip your throat.

"Who's laughing now, huh? Because surely it ain't you now," He roughly spoke as his other hand went and sought your zipper and slipped it downward to get your dress to expose your chest.

"Chan... please..." you pleaded through your slightly choked-up state, your hands wrapping themselves around his wrist while he unzips his own pants.

"Shut up, you've done enough, now it's your turn to be humiliated."

You knew you drove it too far, and you knew you have angered him, but to say you weren't excited and that it wasn't your intention would be a lie. The way his energy was getting powerful after a moment of weakness was potent and you wanted to thrive off of it.

He let go of your grip, making you gasp for breath, only to have him turn you around and press your body against the cold door, making your breath hitch the sensation of the cold wood hitting against your nipples, all the while Chris was ripping your panties from behind.

He gripped a chunk of your hair and pulled your head off the wood and got you looking back at him, "you listen to me, you better scream out my name until the whole restaurant hears you. I want everyone to know who fucks you this good, including that fake date of yours."

His words stung like venom and your veins were only surging even faster than it already does over the adrenaline that was electrifying all over your body. The sheer thought of your screams echoing through the small restaurant and Chris's voice made you anticipate more of what you wanted than you initially thought.

"fuck me, Chris..."

Your words are cut off by your moans at the feeling of you getting stretched by Chan's girth inserting at your sopping hole. It was sudden yet exhilarating especially added to the rough grip that Chris had on your hips. He didn't hold back and he ultimately began thrusting up your cunt at a pace that made the two of you audibly show each other how good you two feel against each other.

"Just like that, (y/n), scream my name out like that," he smirked against your neck as he quickens himself, making you squeal out his name.

You were sure that people are looking in the direction of the men's bathroom where Chris was based on the way you were moaning out his name, but neither of you cared at the moment. The way his cock was repeatedly kissing the desired spot inside of you made you roll your eyes back at the pleasant feeling your body was getting. Chris was moaning out as well, while not as loud, but definitely loud for many to hear, but he takes pride in the reaction you were having. His shirt was unbuttoned, his pants and boxers were on the floor, swimming across his ankles, and his hair was getting messier and messier as some strands began sticking across his sweaty forehead. All the while, his smirk was painted on his face as he sees your mascara running down your face, mouth agape with pornographic noises escaping from it while your short dress was scrunched around your waist with your breasts bounced at the beat of his thrusts.

He occasionally bit your neck while your arm attempts to run your hand through his hair, only for him to pull it down and place it behind your back, making you through your head back, not resisting any more stimulation that Chris had up his sleeve. You felt your body began to bubble up as your orgasm was crashing its course, but he had no plans on slowing down.

In fact, he was continuing until he was done. So as you've reached your peak, Chris made damn sure that he's not stopping.

"You'll finish—fuck—you'll finish until I'm finished," He gruffly said as he sped up his pace making you scream and sob at the overwhelming feeling. If no one heard you then, they definitely heard now. Just a few more thrusts and you noticed how sloppy he was becoming in contrast to his sharp movements aided by his dancer hips and his panting was getting faster.

Just one last orgasm, he shuddered as he moaned out an "oh fuck!" while his slender fingers dug their nails against your skin, making you hiss at the feeling of pain from his grip and the warmth of his cum seeping itself into your hole. you two caught your breaths while he dropped his head onto your shoulder and you bumped your head against the door, panting to catch back your oxygen. He pulled his head up, feeling heavy, before he pulled his softening cock out of your hole, watching his pearly white dripping out of it, making you whine slightly at the empty feeling.

You pushed yourself off the door, while Chan pulled his pants and you fixed up your dress.

"Can you help me?" You first spoke, your voice hoarse and quiet in contrast to your loud screams. It's like a switch had been placed because Chan swiftly became a softly spoken gentle-to-the-touch man in contrast to the rugged merciless man he was a few minute ago.

"Sure," he softly accepted as you turned around to show your unzipped dress, which he zipped up for you. You turned and smiled at him with a gentle thank you, to which he replied back with a similar smile. He washed his hand, while you collected your ripped panties.

"That was expensive, y'know?" you commented, showing it to him through the mirror. He shrugged, with a smirk, "I'll buy a better one."

You shook your head with a chuckle and an eye roll before you also washed your hand. You looked at yourself, sighing and cursing yourself with the ruined makeup, "Chris, you ruined my makeup... my bag is outside and I don't want them to see me like this."

"Trust me, considering how loud you were and how long we both have been gone, I think your makeup should be the last thing you worried about." He cockily said as he adjusted his stained shirt, which caused you to smack his muscular arm, making him let out an "ow."

"Don't remind me—"

"Hey, you were the one who played footsies and came to the bathroom—"

"Shut up!" you exclaimed with an embarrassed flush in you, making Chan chuckle and wrap his arm around your shoulder.

"Look, how about this, I'll go face them, grab your bag and take you back to your place, does that sound good?" he said, nonchalantly and an eerily calming small smile was arched in his lips.

Your brows furrowed, "do you have no shame in yourself for you to face them?"

"Hey, I'm confident in my fucking skills, if they wanna get it, they're welcome to."

"You're a freak..."

"And yet you gave me a footjob in front of everyone, so who's the freak?"

"... touché," you admitted, making the two of you laugh at the admission.

[hyunverse]

single parents club ★彡 bang chan

bang chan x fem!reader

about — in which you stumble across a fellow single parent on a shopping trip.

word count — 1545 words.

warnings — feminine nouns used for reader.

note — thank you sooooooo much for requesting nonnie, and thank you for the patience!

Saturdays are one of Chan’s favourite days. For many reasons. 

One, the coffee shop down his block — Stanco Cafe offers 10% off on coffee every Saturday from 8 am to 10 am. 

Two, there is no traffic on Saturday mornings. 

Three, it’s his outing day with his daughter. Ever since Aera was three, it has been a routine for them to have a father-daughter day out every Saturday. 

Chan absolutely adores his Saturdays with Aera. Especially with the reality that Aera was getting older — the little baby who used to fit in his arms is now a four-year-old girl capable of buttoning her own clothes. He loves how Aera would go on and on about how her week went in kindergarten, with chocolate ice cream residue on her cheek. She would babble about how Uncle Felix and Uncle Hyunjin made fun of her new haircut the whole week, and how Uncle Jeongin sucks at tying her hair. Chan loves everything and anything about his Saturdays, it’s that one day he would cherish and feel light-hearted all day. 

It’s a Saturday again. Somehow, Aera had successfully convinced Chan into going shopping again. For three weeks straight Aera had consistently asked to go shopping — in which Chan sighed about, saying that his baby girl was getting older. Old enough to want to go on endless shopping trips. Aera had rolled her eyes and said, “of course I’m getting older! I can’t get younger!” The man swore to god that he needed to stop letting Hyunjin babysit his daughter. The sass was sticking to her. 

Aera’s in the fitting room alone, with Chan standing outside, leaning on the oak door. The moment the pair stepped into Oshkosh, Aera managed to grab multiple items (mostly pink and ruffle-y) in a few minutes to try on. The little girl with pigtails insisted on going into the fitting room alone, saying that she knew how to dress herself up. Hearing her words honestly made Chan feel like crying, in disbelief that his little princess was growing up so fast. He swore just a few weeks ago he would have to wake up in the midst of the night due to her loud cries. Nevertheless, he let Aera have her own fun, telling her that she could go into the fitting room by herself, under the condition that he would stay right outside the whole time. 

The moment you step into the store, you could tell that it was going to be a rough shopping session. The lights are much too bright for the grumpy one-year-old boy in the stroller. You sigh — it’s not like you wanted to go shopping, not with a baby of course — but you had no choice. The babysitter you trust wasn’t available, and Haru was outgrowing his clothes quickly. You needed new clothes for him quickly, and so you prayed the little boy would cooperate. 

“Give mommy a few minutes, okay baby,” you mumble, peeking into the hooded stroller, “we’ll go home right after I finish buying you new clothes.”

You only got ten minutes of silence. 

A loud cry interrupts your shopping session. You breathe in a heavy breath, looking around in embarrassment. Haru lets out loud sobs, eyes shut as he wails. You stop beside a rack close to the fitting rooms, quick to carry your son into your arms. Assurances slip past your lips as a way to comfort the little boy, your hand feeling his diapers in case it’s full. It isn’t. It’s not Haru’s feeding time either — so it’s fair to say that you have no clue as to why he’s being grumpy. 

You sigh in desperation, “come on Haru. . . work with mommy here. What’s wrong, hm, baby?” you say, knowing full well you won’t get a response in return. 

It takes a few minutes of witnessing your frustration until Chan goes over. His eyes are glinting with sincerity and slight concern. 

“Hey,” he greets you, offering a warm dimpled smile, “you alright?”  

You feel your head shake before you could fully process what to reply, “uh, not really. My son’s a little grumpy today.” 

“Oh,” he nods, “um. May I?”

Chan extends his hands towards you, offering to take Haru from your arms. See, if it was any other man, you probably would’ve turned the other way but something about the man standing in front of you made you feel safe and trusting. After only a second of hesitation, you pass your crying son towards him. He rocks the crying baby in his buff arms, humming melodic tunes.

“I think he’s feeling a little hot,” he says, placing Haru back into the stroller, “wait a minute.”

Curiously, you watch the unknown man reach into his backpack, gaining even more curious when he takes out a white portable fan. He clips it onto the handle of the stroller, eyebrows furrowed as he adjusts the wind level. 

“Okay, I think this is the right setting,” he mumbles, patting your (now calmed down) baby. 

To say that you’re impressed would be an understatement. 

“You can take the fan, it comes in really handy sometimes. It’s an extra one I happen to have, so I really don’t mind,” he looks up, so you could finally truly look at his face.

Oh.

He’s mesmerizing — his jawline looks like something Pygmalion would sculpt. His eyes are a pretty colour, and the dimples when he smiles make him appear oh-so warm. He’s the definition of handsome. 

“Thank you,” you say after you realize you’ve been staring, “god, I don’t know how else to thank you. You’re so good with kids.”

Chan rubs the back of his neck, flashing a humble smile, “no worries, for real. I have one of my own, that’s why.”

Your eyes widen at his statement. Meeting a young parent like you is a rare occurrence — in fact, you’ve never stumbled across one before. A part of you feels soothed that you’re not the only one going through the hardships of a young parent. 

“Oh, you have a kid of your own too?”

“Yeah,” the man nods, “a daughter, actually. Her name’s Aera.”

His smile gets wider at the mention of her daughter, and you could feel your heart swell at that. Right on time, a little girl in a pink tutu opens the fitting room door, a similar dimpled smile plastered across her cute face. 

“Dad!” she cheers, “can I get this dress?” 

Chan ruffles her hair, “of course you can, princess. C’mere.”

He takes the dress from Aera’s grip, glancing back at you. 

“How about your boy? What’s his name?”

“Haru. Thought it was a cute name, so I named him that.”

“Is that a baby?” Aera perks up, standing on her tip-toes to look into the stroller, “oh, he’s so cute, dad! So adorable! Can you get me one too?”

Both you and Chan turn red at her remark.

“Um,” he clears his throat, “maybe later, Aera. And stay quiet, you’ll wake the poor baby up.”

He turns back to you, offering an apologetic smile which you return with a small chuckle.

“Thank you, by the way — I didn’t catch your name, just realized,” you say.

“It’s Chan. And you?”

“Y/n,” you reply, “god, I don’t know what I would’ve done if you didn’t come to my rescue. Couldn’t get a babysitter today, and I’m a single parent so I had no choice but to bring Haru with me today.”

His eyebrows raise at your statement, “oh? You’re a single parent as well? Me too. It gets hard sometimes, doesn’t it? What not with us being young and all.”

You feel even more seen at his confession. 

“It gets so hard, please. Sometimes I feel like tugging all my hair out, actually.”

He laughs, before his eyes widen and he hurriedly whips out his phone.

“Hey, um,” he unlocks his phone, “there’s this groupchat I’m in that’s full of single parents near us. It’s really helpful, they usually suggest babysitters and stuff. Comes in especially handy when I go outstation and have to leave Aera. How about you give me your number and I’ll add you to it?” 

You get excited at the thought of meeting other people going through the same things as you, so you waste no time typing your number into his contacts. He watches you throughout the whole ordeal, admiring you. Chan has gone on a few dates after Aera’s mother got up and abandoned them, though none caught his eye the way you do. He can’t help the grin that appears as he admires you. 

“Thank you so much Chan, you have no idea how thankful I am for you. It’s been nice meeting you, seriously — but I kind of have to go now, before Haru gets up and gets grumpy again.”

He nods. Head thinking whether he should just ask you out on a date with him or if it was too early to do so. Right before you’re about to stroll away, he grabs a hold of your hand, a hopeful look in his eyes.

“Y/n, this might feel so odd to you, but uh — would you like to maybe, grab lunch together sometime?” 

You’ve never said yes to a date so fast.

[mint-yooxgi]

Kinktober Day 1 - Yandere!Wolf!Bang Chan + Marking & Possession

@ninibears-erigom​ said: Yandere werewolf christopher with possession and marking/biting but make it rough 😉 thank youuu

A/n: Ehehehehe, coming right up, boo~

Word Count: 877

Kinktober 2022 Mini Masterlist

The light of the full moon drifts through the curtains, shining brightly in the sky above and being the only witness to the events taking place in the cabin below. Soft pants fill the air as Chris pulls you closer into him, rolling his hips into yours as he attempts to control himself for the time being. The only problem is, he doesn’t know how much longer he can. From the way that you’re whining from beneath him, he doesn’t know if he necessarily wants to.

A subtle shift of his hips has his cock brushing against a spot inside of you that makes you see stars, involuntarily clenching around him as a low moan of his name slips past your lips.

“Fuck,” you groan, “right there.”

The only response you get is the feeling of him smirking against the skin of your neck, Chris way too content to continue taking in your scent as he purposefully snaps his hips into yours quite sharply. 

A rumble builds in his chest at the thought that only he can make you feel this way. Only he gets to touch you like this. Only he gets to have you. You’re his, and nothing will change that.

“Mine.” His grip tightens around your hips, a growl slipping past his lips as he indulges himself in these all too familiar thoughts.

Chris absolutely adores the way you clench around him yet again at his words.

You hum, dragging your nails down his back as you pull him closer, “yours.”

His hips falter, eyes flashing gold beneath the moonlight as he revels in your confirmation. This is everything he could have ever asked for, and more. 

Digging his fingers into your skin, he attempts to pull you even closer, needing to feel your skin pressed against his in every way. The need to consume you, to devour you in any and every way he can, to please you until all you can think about is him, overtakes his every sense. The fact that you keep repeating the fact that you’re his over and over is making him lose control.

That is, until he hears you utter a different phrase. Two simple little words that make his head spin, until all he can focus on is you.

“You’re mine.”

Something within himself snaps, a pleased snarl tearing from his throat as he renews his pace with a newfound vigour. Long since have his eyes bled golden once more, and when he meets your gaze, a gasp escapes you.

“All yours, baby girl,” he growls, a wolfish grin tugging at his lips. “All yours.”

“Mine.” You repeat, and Chris swears he nearly comes from that word alone.

Burying his head back into the side of your neck, he trails his hands up your sides. At the feeling of you biting down on his shoulder, his lips part, eyes fluttering closed at the utter bliss that travels throughout his entire body.

So, that’s how you want to play, huh?

Chris smirks, pausing only briefly in his movements to lift one of your legs up by your thigh before starting a brutal pace. The way you moan his name in response, tilting your head back in bliss, practically begging for him to mark you as his own, has his cock twitching within you.

“Gonna make you mine,” he growls, fingers digging into the flesh of your thigh. “Gotta return the favour.”

With the way you’re clenching around him, Chris can tell you’re close, and he’s not that far behind, either. He won’t last that much longer, anyways, not with how you’re tilting your head back and practically begging for him to claim you as his just as you’ve already claimed him as yours.

“Do it.” You plead, meeting his gaze as you watch him lick his lips.

His golden eyes shine in the moonlight as he dives for your neck, licking and sucking at the skin without another thought. Luckily, he has enough mind to bring a hand down and start flicking at your clit with his fingers, wanting you to experience the most amount of pleasure that he can provide.

A few more strokes of his cock along your walls combined with the flick of his fingers and you can feel that cord within you snap. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you feel him sink his fangs into you, your orgasm washing over your entire body as your vision goes white. Never have you felt pleasure this intensely before in your entire life, a scream of his name practically tearing from your throat.

Chris stills within you, a low rumble reverberating from his chest as you latch onto him for dear life. You can feel his warm release painting your walls white, claiming you even further as his own as you spasm around him. 

For a minute, neither of you move, remaining frozen in place as you attempt to catch your breaths. That is, until Chris is releasing his hold on you, gently pulling away as he places soft kisses over your newest mark.

Now, nothing can separate the two of you. Nothing at all.

A content smile is on his face as his chest rumbles once more in approval, “mine.”

[gamerwoo]

Bang Chan: 7 Completely Un-Romantic Ways To Say ‘I Love You’

Characters: Bang Chan x gender neutral reader

Genre/warnings: non-idol au, fluff, humor, established relationship, mentions of pooping, mentions of drinking and being drunk, vomiting, one mention of holding reader’s hair back, popping zits, sorta fingering but it’s very very not romantic you’re gonna have to trust me on this, reader has a vagina and an iud, use of pet names (angel, babe, baby, sweetheart), reader sometimes calls chan chris, most of these are based off of things my friends and sister have told me about their relationships <3

Word count: 4,696

Summary: Love isn’t always about clichés and romance. Sometimes it’s so mundane that it’s boring and seems like nothing at all. Sometimes it’s gross and makes you wonder why you chose Chris of all people in the first place. But everything he does is a way to say he loves you, no matter how small or weird.

Tags: @minluvly @awkwardnesshabitat @woozarts @septicrebel (if you’d like to be added to the tag list, please fill out this form!!!)

1.

It may be said that boyfriends and husbands are always the most whiny when they’re sick, but you also act like your life is ending as soon as you get the sniffles. You lay on the couch or in bed and just wallow, whining to yourself every now and again. 

This wasn’t the sickest you’d ever been. This wasn’t the flu or anything, just a bad cold that was hitting you pretty hard. You weren’t necessarily unable to do anything for yourself, but you didn’t want to do anything. But that was totally fine, because you had your boyfriend.

Chan was definitely up there on the list of ‘most caring boyfriends’ -- if there was a list. Actually, he insisted on doing everything for you, which you loved because you preferred acting like you were on your deathbed. He’d bring you meals in bed, he’d go out to the corner store for anything you needed, and he’d even do acts that even you found disgusting.

“Angel!” your boyfriend called from the kitchen. “Can you come test this soup, pretty please?”

“I don’t wanna...” you groaned from the bedroom, loud enough for him to hear.

“I know,” he cooed back down the hallway, “but I wanna make sure this tastes okay before I bring you a bowl.”

With a final, very drawn-out groan, you rolled over and pushed yourself out of bed, trudging toward the kitchen. You coughed into the sweater paws of your sweatshirt sleeves, desperately trying to inhale through your nose afterwards, but no air would get through. With a loud exhale through your mouth, you tugged your hood over your head and kept your head slightly down as you entered the kitchen.

You approached Chan, his back to you as he mixed the soup. Hearing your bare feet sliding across the floor, he turned with the large spoon he was using, cupping a hand beneath it as he blew on it before holding it out to you. You took a sip from the side of the spoon and smacked your tongue, trying to taste it.

There was nothing.

“I don’t know,” you said in a defeated huff, your shoulders slumping. “I can’t taste anything.”

“Didn’t you take the medicine I gave you half an hour ago?” he asked as he dumped the remaining contaminated soup that was in the spoon, in the sink. Then he wiped off the spoon and set it on the counter.

“I didn’t feel like moving,” you told him truthfully, pulling on the strings of your sweatshirt to tighten the hood around your face.

“Well go back in there and take it, and I’ll bring you some soup in a minute,” he told you, sounding like a parent trying to gently scold their child as to not make them cry.

You felt some snot begin to drip from your nose, but before you could even think about doing anything, Chan pulled one of his sweatshirt sleeves down before reaching up to wipe it, grabbing your nose like he was wiping his child’s nose to make sure he got it all.

And then he just...dropped his arm.

You stared down at his left arm, staring at the sleeve that now had your boogers on it.

“What’re you making that face for?” he asked, noting the shocked and disgusted expression on your face.

“What the hell was that?” you croaked, gesturing to his arm.

“What?” he asked, lifting his left hand and turning his palm over to look. 

Sure enough, there was a darker stain on his hoodie where your snot had absorbed into the material.

You gripped his wrist with both hands, looking at the stain before looking at him, “Chan, that’s nasty.”

“What?” he shrugged. “It probably would’ve ended up on your sleeve anyway.”

“Yeah, but that came from me. It’s different.”

“_____, I’m your boyfriend. I’ve seen you do grosser things, and I’ve had grosser fluids on my clothes. It’s not a big deal.”

“You’re disgusting,” was all you said with a final huff, turning to go back to the bedroom.

“Whatever, snotty,” he chuckled, and then called after you after you flipped him off, “Don’t forget to take your medicine!”

-

2.

The morning was any other morning. You made breakfast while Chan brewed coffee. He played his Spotify playlist that was specifically for moments like this -- you caught a glimpse at the title a few times and it was ‘cozy days with the love of my life’ and it always made your heart flutter when you were reminded. You ate together at the counter, talking about your shared plans for the day as you tried to figure out when to leave, so when to start getting ready. Hyunjin and Felix wanted to meet up at the mall by noon, so Chan figured you’d leave by 11:30 to have 10 extra minutes, so getting ready by 10:30 seemed good.

After breakfast, you went off to the bedroom while Chan went to his office. You went into the bathroom off the bedroom to shower while Chan either finished up some work things, or played video games -- you weren’t sure, but it didn’t necessarily matter. Once he heard the slight squeak of the bathroom door opening, he closed what he was doing and went into the bedroom where you were standing on the carpet with a towel around your body and another around your hair. He lightly touched your bare shoulder that still had a few water droplets on it as he went passed you to the bathroom.

As always, Chan showered with the door open while you used the large mirror above the dresser to get ready. He would occasionally shout things to you that he either randomly thought of or if he couldn’t find the nice-smelling soap you used that he liked to steal sometimes. But overall your time getting ready was filled with music from your own playlist, and the sound of the shower going. 

“Hey babe?” Chan called from the bathroom.

“Uh,” was all you replied, too into your skincare as your eyes stared intently back at yourself in the mirror.

“What’re you wearing out?” he wondered.

“Why?”

“I thought it would be kinda cute to match a little bit.”

You scoffed, “We’re gonna look so weird next to your friends if we’re the only ones matching.”

“I mean...I could text them,” he offered with a chuckle.

“Then we’d look like a family at an amusement park.”

“Can we at least wear our matching beanies?” he asked.

“But I’m having a really good hair day,” you whined. “What if we wear our matching shoes?”

“Who’s gonna look at our feet?” he scoffed.

But you couldn’t answer because you heard...a noise. You knew the noise -- you’d heard it plenty of times in your life -- but you’d never heard the noise come from the bathroom when you weren’t in it and while the door was open with Chan talking from it.

When you didn’t answer, Chan asked, “_____?”

“Are you...pooping?” you finally asked him.

“What, am I not allowed to?” he chuckled.

“With the door open?!” you exclaimed as you walked over to the door.

Sure enough, Chan was sitting on the toilet, butt naked, just staring back at you, unashamed. Sure, you’ve peed with the door open before with Chan straight-up in the bathroom with you, but neither of you had never been so bold as to shit with the door open for as long as you’d been dating.

Despite the incredulous look you were giving him, your boyfriend shrugged, “Yeah?”

“Why?!”

“I dunno, why not?”

Unable to come up with any form of comeback or reply, you stared dumbly at him, mouth slightly agape while you just blinked silently.

Finally, Chan said, “Alright, well it’s weird when you’re staring. Can you like, go back to doing your hair or whatever?”

“Will you close the door?”

“Is it making you uncomfortable?”

“No, it’s just weird,” you frowned.

He rolled his eyes, “How dare I, your boyfriend, be comfortable enough to poop with the door open.”

You gave up with a sigh and went back to the mirror as Chan laughed at you from the still-open doorway.

-

3.

You sat between Chan’s legs on the floor while he sat up on the couch behind you with his phone in his mouth, flashlight on and aimed at your head. He used both hands to carefully comb through your hair, trying to find...well, whatever Google said lice and eggs looked like.

“Mmph!”

Your eyes widened at the urgent noise your boyfriend made, “Oh god, what?”

You felt him tug at one of your strands before bringing his finger around to you to look, taking his phone out of his mouth with his other hand, “Is this an egg?”

One of your friend’s siblings had gotten lice from school, and then they ended up finding lice in their hair after hanging out with you. So now you were having your boyfriend check your head just to be safe. The problem was he had no idea what he was looking for. He’d never had to check for lice before, unlike you, who had gotten lice twice as a child.

You let out a sigh, “Chan, that’s just dandruff.”

“Oh...” he brought the piece of white back to his face to examine before dusting off his fingers and going back to work. “You need different shampoo.”

“Okay, this isn’t about that,” you huffed, rolling your eyes.

After another minute of silently looking, Chan stated, “I still don’t know what I’m looking for. Like, I could spot a bug, probably. But what the hell do eggs look like?”

“They’re clear and they stick to your hair,” you explained for the millionth time, but you were being patient with him. He was trying his best. “If you try to pull it off, it won’t just slide off.”

“Can’t you just treat your head to be safe?” he asked, still trying to pick through strands of hair.

“I don’t want to,” you complained. “I’d rather save money than go buy at home treatment stuff -- and professional treatment is even more expensive.”

“Well... I mean, I don’t think I see anything,” he decided with a final quick sweep -- which was essentially doing nothing. He leaned to the side to look at the side of your face. “I think you’re clean, babe.”

But the rest of the week, you continued to ask him to check. Your head felt itchy just thinking you might have lice, so every night, you’d ask Chan to sit and look through your hair to make sure nothing was there.

“I’m telling you to get different shampoo,” he said in almost a begging tone as he picked out a flake from your head. “See, that came off; it’s dandruff.”

“Enough about my dandruff, Christopher!” you whined.

But despite him insisting you didn’t have bugs, he checked your head every single night anyway, even if he had no clue what he was looking for.

That was probably why you ended up sitting in bed with lice treatment in not only your hair, but his hair too, with shower caps on your heads as you both scrolled on your phones, waiting for it to set. You did your hair and then asked him to make sure everything was saturated, and then you put the treatment on him just to be safe. And he let you without complaint because he claimed it was ‘like self care’.

“We should’ve done face masks, too,” he noted absentmindedly from beside you.

You slowly turned to glare at him. You didn’t blame him for not seeing the lice -- the poor guy had no idea what he was looking for -- but you were still unhappy you ended up getting it.

He looked back at you innocently, “Sorry.”

-

4.

“And this is why we don’t try to match Seungmin in shots.”

“I...definitely beat him...” you slurred as you tried to catch your breath, feeling so dizzy it was almost making you winded.

“Sure,” Chan decided to just leave it at that.

He was too busy holding most of your weight as he tried to get you into the apartment. After a night bar-hopping and ending the night at some nightclub Hyunjin raved about, you were probably the most drunk you’d ever been. And it was all thanks to Seungmin, who decided to start some petty challenge when he was tipsy, and you couldn’t let it go.

Unbeknownst to you, Seungmin was a stupid idiot like you, and went too crazy when he was drinking. He’d get over-excited, and drink himself into a coma if his friends weren’t there to finally tell both of you to stop with the shots and cocktails.

“I don’t think anybody won,” Minho scoffed as he tried to help your boyfriend get you inside -- he only lived a few floors up so he didn’t mind helping. He held onto you while Chan got the keys from his pocket to unlock the door. “Seungmin’s gonna be just as hungover as you tomorrow. Neither of you are gonna hold this much alcohol well.”

“You both get too excited,” Chan sighed, sounding like a disappointed father as he got the door open. “And you’re both competitive when you drink.”

His words went in one ear and out the other, your brain so far gone from the alcohol that you were basically disassociating. If it weren’t for Minho’s hold on you, you’d think you were going to float away from how gone you were mentally.

The two men all but dragged you inside to the bedroom, trying to get you to sit up on the bed. Chan didn’t want you laying down yet, afraid you’d black out before he could get medicine in you -- and more water.

“Need anything else?” Minho offered.

“Nah, I think I got it,” Chan sighed, watching you carefully as you sat up against the headboard, your head lolling around like you didn’t have a neck. “Thanks, man.”

“Yeah, no worries. Night.”

“Be safe,” Chan replied as Minho showed himself out. “Alright, _____... How do I do this?”

“Do what?” you mumbled.

“You need to get out of these clothes,” he explained. “What’re the odds you can stand for me?”

“Slim,” you replied. “I...can try.”

“Be careful, though,” he warned as he tried to help you to your feet. “If you feel like you need to fall, try to go backwards, please.”

You did manage to stand, but keeping your eyes open was a challenge. Chan stripped you of all of your clothes, except your underwear. He threw a baggy t-shirt on you before propping you up against the headboard again so he could go grab medicine from the bathroom. Then he helped you take the pills before helping you sip some water.

You didn’t remember falling asleep, but you were suddenly awake in the darkness, feeling the most violently nauseous you’d ever felt in your life. But before you could react, everything was coming up.

“______,” Chan’s voice was groggy but full of worry as the sound of you throwing up woke him from his sleep.

Instead of turning on the light by his bed, he searched in the dark for your body, almost knowing exactly where you were, even hunched over. His hands gathered your hair into one hand, and the other rubbed and patted your back as you continued to cough and dry heave, trying to stop the vomit from coming.

But more came.

And suddenly you were sobbing, too.

“Shh, baby,” he cooed. “You’re okay. I’ve got you. Just get everything out.”

He continued to mumble words of encouragement as you threw up and cried. Were you still kind of drunk? Yes. 

Once everything was out and you were just left dry heaving and gasping for air, Chan turned on the light to find the water on your nightstand and reach around to give it to you.

“Have some water, baby,” he told you softly.

“It’s in my nose,” you blubbered. 

He chuckled as fat tears rolled down your cheeks, all because you threw up on the bedding. He used a clean part of the blanket to wipe your nose for you, but you cried harder and batted his hands away.

“Love, why’re you crying?” he asked, still chuckling a little as he rubbed your back some more.

“I just threw up on our bed!” you wailed.

“We have extra bedding, sweetheart. I can toss this in the wash and remake the bed, it’s totally fine.”

“I ruined our bed!” you sobbed, throwing yourself into Chan’s shoulder. “I’m so sorry!”

“_____, you’re okay,” he assured you, hugging you to him even though there was still some vomit on your chin. “I just want to get you cleaned up. That’s probably seeping through onto your body.”

He finally managed to get you to stop crying long enough for him to move you to the couch while he took care of everything. Still, you continued to sniffle as you were curled up on the couch in a new shirt that Chan put on you.

When he came back out to bring you back to bed, you looked up at him from the couch with glossy eyes and your lower lip quivering.

He couldn’t help but smile in slight amusement, but his eyes were soft and loving.

“Are you still drunk?” he asked you. “I don’t think you’ve ever cried that hard from throwing up.”

“Yeah...” you mumbled truthfully.

“Do you feel any better?”

“Kinda...”

“Do you wanna go back to bed?” he asked as he held a hand out to you.

“I’m sorry you had to clean up after me...”

“Stop apologizing,” he told you with a chuckle. “You’re 100% okay, and if it makes you feel better, I’ll never talk about it again.”

With another sniffle, you took his hand, wiping your eyes with your other, “You’re too good to me.”

“Absolutely not,” he smiled as he pressed a kiss to your temple.

-

5.

As one of Chan’s gaming friends exclaimed, it was hotter than Satan’s ballsack outside. The a/c was going, but it wasn’t really going well. It was an old one that Chan’s mom had gave him when he moved out, and it worked well for a while, but it was definitely on its last leg since it couldn’t keep the apartment as cool as it used to. You still found yourself dressing in as little clothes as possible without being in your underwear, and Chan was sitting at his computer in just a pair of loose shorts. 

As you stood at the refrigerator with the door open for just a moment of coolness, you suddenly heard the a/c make a noise like a wrench had been thrown into the fan. The loud noise made you jump and look over at it, only to see it vibrate violently before suddenly just shutting off with a sad whir.

“What the hell was that?” Chan called from down the hall.

“I think the air con shit the bed!” you yelled back, sounding defeated.

You heard footsteps approaching before you saw Chan enter the room and look toward the window in the living room. He groaned and walked over to the air conditioner, pressing the power button to no avail. The thing wouldn’t even light up to show the temperature like it used to. He pressed every single button -- you had wandered over in the middle of all of this to observe him -- and even unplugged the thing before plugging it back in. Still, nothing. 

“Fuck,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“What now?” you asked. “Think we can go out today to get a new one?”

“I guess,” he decided, subconsciously reaching an arm around your shoulders, rubbing the one farthest away from him with his hand.

And then he paused, going over the same spot with one finger. His eyebrows furrowed as he gripped your shoulders and turned so he could see your back.

“What?” you wondered.

“You have a zit here,” he stated, poking the spot on the back of your shoulder.

You turned your head and tried to tilt your shoulder forward, but you couldn’t se it.

“Well I can’t even see it so why does it matter?”

You suddenly felt a sharp pain in that spot, and your hand flew to cover it, spinning around to face your boyfriend, “Ow!”

“Got it,” he said plainly.

“What the hell was that for?!” you asked him. “Christopher Bang, that’s so gross!”

He shrugged, “It would bother me if I knew it was there, and I figured you’d want it gone because you’d try to pop it in the mirror later.”

“Yeah, so let me do it,” you told him, making a face in disgust.

“Eh,” he shrugged again, “it’s what I’m here for. I reach all the spots you can’t. Plus I kinda like popping your zits and stuff.”

“When the fuck have you ever popped my zits?”

“When you sleep, sometimes I’ll feel a little bump on your skin and I’ll pick it,” he admitted like he was just talking about the weather.

You stared at him, mouth open with your eyes narrowed, for a few seconds.

Finally, you closed your mouth and shook your head, “Chan, you’re something else.”

“Yeah, but I’m also the one paying for the new a/c, so maybe don’t specify what ‘something else’ is.”

-

6.

“Babe?”

Chan heard your voice travel from the bathroom to the office, sounding slightly panicked. That was what got him to immediately stop what he was doing and go find you, jogging to get to where you were.

You were standing in the bathroom doorway with your hair damp and a towel around your naked body, eyes wide but seeming like a smile was going to spread across your face at any moment. Needless to say, your boyfriend was really confused.

“What? What’s wrong?” he asked quickly “Are you okay?”

“Um...” you paused to purse your lips together, trying to keep yourself from laughing. “So...I lost my IUD string...”

Chan’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “...You...lost it?”

You let out a chuckle, shaking your head, “Dude, I can’t find it for the life of me.”

While you didn’t really care too much about making sure your birth control was still in place -- where the hell else was it gonna go? -- your boyfriend stayed on top of checking every month to make sure the string was still there. But during your search after a shower, you found that the string was just...gone. You didn’t feel any different and you didn’t feel the IUD shift, so you weren’t sure what happened to the string.

Chan paused and took a deep breath, trying to collect his thoughts. He held it for a moment, until he seemed to come up with an answer.

“Okay,” he exhaled. “Let me help.”

As he waved you back into the bathroom, shuffling forward as you shuffled backward, you tried to process what he just said.

“Excuse me?”

“You said you can’t find it,” he chuckled, “so I’ll find it.”

“Ew!” you whined. “That’s so weird, Chris!”

“Oh my god, _____,” he scoffed, “it’s not like I haven’t put my fingers in you or seen your vagina before.”

“But the situation and the setting were way different,” you pointed out.

“This is literally an emergency, _____. It could be sideway inside you or something.”

Before you could reply, Chan got down on his knees. Your cheeks immediately felt hot, and you subconsciously held the towel tighter around yourself.

“Are you actually nervous?” he asked, his smile sweet but his tone was a little teasing. “Do I still make you nervous? Aw, that’s cute!”

“You make me irritated,” you clarified.

Chan went back to the original topic, stating, “Either I find this thing for you, or we go to the emergency room and have a doctor figure it out.”

“No, I don’t wanna go to the doctor over this,” you sighed. So realizing your only option, you dropped your head back and groaned. “Ugh, fine!”

“Can you move the towel so it’s not so dark?”

“What, do you think you’ll be able to see it?”

“I don’t know, it’s like when you’re driving and turn the volume down to see,” he explained.

“You need light to feel around inside my coochie?”

He sighed, “Never mind. I’m gonna do it.”

“Thanks for the warning,” you muttered before you felt your boyfriend’s finger slowly go up inside you. “Y’know, this might be the first time you’ve fingered me and it didn’t feel...nice.”

“’Might’?” he scoffed. “The noise complaints would say it is.”

“Alright, I’m already compromised so how ‘bout you lay off a little,” you told him, your cheeks heating up more than they already were.

You could feel his finger moving this way and that, trying to find the string that you couldn’t seem to feel.

“There’s not really anywhere for it to go unless your IUD is sideways now,” he mused, though he seemed to just be thinking out loud rather than talking to you directly. “I feel like you’d probably-- Oh?”

“Oh?” you repeated.

"It’s...up there,” he noted.

You suddenly looked down at him -- you had been trying to look anywhere other than at him this whole time, but now you seemed to be trying to look where his fingers were like you’d be able to see the strings -- with your eyes wide, “You found the string?!”

“I think it like, curled up further or something. But I can feel it. Do you feel me feeling it?”

You tilted your head slightly to one side and made a face, “Y’know, Chan...I don’t think I liked that question.”

He chuckled, but removed his finger from your body and stood up, “Crisis averted.”

“Cool, let’s not do that again.”

“I dunno,” he sighed as he mused, “I feel closer to you now.”

“I mean... Honestly, yeah, kinda,” you admitted with a shrug.

“So then, same time next month?”

-

7.

Sundays were typically lazy. Sundays were sometimes for groceries, though they were usually either last-minute Saturday decisions because Chan wanted to stay home on Sunday. So usually, Sundays were for staying home and being lazy. 

“What’re we making for lunch?” you asked from beside him in bed.

He looked up from his phone and gave you a strange look, “We had breakfast like, 2 hours ago.”

“Yeah, but I’m hungry again,” you stated as you started to get out of bed.

“You’re insatiable.”

“You should know this by now, buddy,” you snorted before stopping at the foot of the bed and reaching out for your boyfriend. “C’mon, come find snackies with meeeee.”

Chan set his phone down on the bed beside him and looked over at you, “I have snacks.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, “What?”

Chan then grabbed the backs of his thighs and pulled his legs back before letting out the loudest fart you’d probably heard come from him. He started laughing hysterically while you were trying to hold back your own laughter, eyes squeezing shut while you shook your head.

“Jesus, I should’ve seen that coming...” you sighed to yourself. “You’ve been hanging out with your friends too much.”

“Oh, but when Seungmin does it to his girlfriend, it’s funny,” Chan said with sass in his tone as he finally got up from the bed.

“Y’know,” you turned to look at him with a slight smile and eyebrows raised, “Seungmin’s girlfriend said she knew Seungmin was the one when they were finally comfortable farting around each other. Guess that means I’m stuck with you.”

“Yeah,” Chan nodded sarcastically as he rolled his eyes, “I’m as good as it gets.”

“Yeah,” you said, gripping his hand and tugging on it to make him look at you so he knew you at least were serious, “you are.”

He smiled when he saw no form of joking on your face or in your eyes, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips, “So are you.”

[chanshoesunite]

"Go harder for round two?"

Content info: YN and Chan have just fucked, but why not go harder for round two?

Word count: 1K

Warnings: dirty talk, the sex is a bit on the rougher side maybe idk

You lie there, on your stomach, basking in post-coital bliss. Chan and you have just had a very enjoyable tumble in the sheets; a playful little tussle during laundry folding turned less playful and more heated, and now here you are, naked, the late spring afternoon sun falling through the window, tickling your bare back.

Chan returns from discarding the condom and slips under the covers next to you. Immediately, his lips find your shoulder blades as he presses soft kisses to your skin. You giggle into the pillow, enjoying his gentle ministrations.

He continues to kiss you, his hand tenderly stroking your side, his touch light as a feather against your sensitive skin. You could doze off, and you almost do, because the rhythm of his strokes is so calming, and you have just had an orgasm, and the sun is so nice and warm…

Chan lets his hand slide across your arse and between your legs. You open your eyes in surprise as you feel him slide two fingers into your still-wet pussy. “Channie?” you ask, because you hadn’t expected this. The mood was sleepy, comfy, relaxed just a minute ago, and now, you wonder why you thought that – clearly, your cunt wants more, it delights in the way Chan is slowly fingering you.

He shifts his weight, and he is above you, his front pressed against your back, and now you feel it – he is hard. Very much so. You moan involuntarily, and he bites your neck. “I was thinking,” he rasps, his voice rough with want, “I feel like for round two, we can go a bit harder.”

“Go harder for round two?” you breathe, because that sounds overwhelming and incredible at the same time.

“You don’t have to do anything,” he says as he grabs your hips and lifts them so he can push a pillow under them. “You just have to lie there and take it like a good girl.” He spreads your legs a bit wider, showing you exactly what he means – he’ll do all the work. “How does that sound?”

You glance back at him and smile. “Why are you not inside me already?”

His eyes darken, and an evil little smile curls up the corners of his mouth. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t know my little slut was even more eager to be filled than I was to fuck her.”

You begin to say, “Well, clearly, you were wrong about that,” but you cannot finish because with one swift, hard stroke, he is inside you, and the smallest delicious soreness of having just been thoroughly fucked and doing it again so soon takes over your senses. Chan does not wait – you don’t need time for adjusting, you are wet and eager to be taken. And so he does – he pounds you like that’s all you’re good for, and you just lie there, feeling his thick length filling you over and over again, stretching you. Your eyes are screwed shut, your hands curled into the sheets; the angle is so good, the cushion helps him hit your sweet spot with almost every thrust. His hot breath and his grunts against your neck do the rest: Being silent is out of the question – it is the middle of the day, but you can’t help but moan, pant, scream, beg for him to move, to give you more, to fuck you harder. It’s too fucking good, you’re almost sobbing with this assault of pleasure, the way every fibre of your being is focused on your pussy being railed by Chan’s hard cock.

He then shifts his weight onto his one arm, freeing his one hand to put over your mouth. He doesn’t stop fucking you, though. “Shhh, baby,” he growls into your ear. “You’re being so loud, we’ll get kicked out of the building. Everyone can hear you, baby girl, everyone knows I’m fucking you so well. You like that, hm? You like giving me all the control, letting me use your tight little cunt for my pleasure. You like making me feel good, being my little slut. You’re so hot, baby. Come to think of it… I do want everyone to know who’s fucking you this good.” And he takes his hand off your mouth, and he redoubles his efforts, his thrusts become incredibly harder, making the bed squeak. You almost howl at the pleasurable assault and bury your head in the pillow, dead set on keeping quiet. Then –

“Oh no, you won’t.”

Chan is not having it, though; you feel yourself being pulled up onto your knees, your back against his front. He is still thrusting forcefully, but now his hands find your breast and clit, stimulating you even further, making your moans more keening and breathier. “If I want you to come on my cock screaming, you will,” he growls, biting your shoulder and pushing into you relentlessly.

You know it’ll soon be over for you, this is too much, and it only takes a few more well-placed rubs against your clit and you’re coming with a moan that is positively pornographic. Behind you, you can feel Chan shaking with the effort, but he’s a lost cause, too, coming as soon as he can feel you spasm around him. Grabbing your chin, he pulls you in for a messy, wet kiss that swallows most of his groans.

When you both still, he gently pulls out and lays you back down on the bed, once again discarding a used condom before pulling you against his chest. Slowly, both of you catch your breath. He softly kisses your temple. “Was that okay?”

You glance up at him – his dark curls are a sweaty mess, his pupils are dilated, his cheeks are flushed. He looks young and vulnerable and sexy like that, and you’ve never found him more attractive. “Very okay,” you say, kissing his collarbone, clearly underselling the exquisite sex you've just had. “But do I get to nap now?”

Chan chuckles. “You do, baby girl,” he allows, kissing your nose before settling with you under the covers, snuggling closer and closing his eyes.

[ch4nb4ng]

Stress relief

Pairing: afab!reader x Chan

Word count: 4.5k

Genre: friends to lovers

Warnings: Kissing, mentions of gentalia, handjob, tit job (?), praise, creampie

Note: idk if anyone is actually going to read this because I haven't posted in like 10 months so yeah but rusty but genuinely enjoy writing this so much

Summary: You were a great student, and Chan was struggling, bad. This is what happened when you tried to reduce his stress by 'studying.'

Time was nothing but a mindless construct for you and the many young individuals that attended college. Prestigious or not, it was deep into the second semester of your second year, and if you had to look at one more textbook about a specification type of referencing, you were going to explode. 

Being a psychology major was something you had worked toward for a long time. Having a job that nurtured people back to optimal health and wellbeing was something that always felt nice on the tip of your tongue. Nice to tell people, nice to give to people. That didn’t mean it did not come with its challenges. Researching, literature reviews, group assignments… It was hard and enduring work.

It was helpful that by the end of the first year you had discovered others on the same greuling yet rewarding path. Having a decent support system was essential, especially when traveling to the other side of the world to study. The 4 boys and two girls, who would be named Felix, Changbin, Hyunjin, Chan, Mina and Lia would be the be all and end all for you. Crying together, partying together, doing everything together. Traveling to South Korea was difficult at first. Adapting to the culture and language, so having them by your side got you to where you were today. Life is stressful currently, but then again, things could be worse.

**

“Okay class, this is the last class for the semester, so if you have any questions, speak now or forever hold your peace.”

You listened eagerly, wanting to pick up on any tips or tricks necessary to ace the exam. Cognitive psychology was a piece of cake to you, so this exam was in the bag. The others… not as much. Changbin and Felix were pretty good, thanks to Lia helping them every other day, and Mina only liked to study alone, got too distracted by the lot of you which to be fair, isn’t hard. You were a loud group. Most of the time you studied on your own as well, the occasional time with Felix if he was bored or needed to catch up on notes from readings (and by catching up on notes, basically just stealing yours). But most of your time was spent with Chan. He was good, but always needed a little bit of extra help. He was kind of whisked into psychology, not really sure what he wanted to do. Therefore, Chan had little to no background before coming into the degree.

“Ms, is Piaget theory required for this exam?”

“Tsk, yes Chan,” she replied, much disdain to her tone, “have you not been listening to anything for the past 6 weeks?”

Tiny giggles permeated through the room after the professor's sarcastic response. It made your skin crawl, and not in a good way. It was quite rude if anything. Chan laughed it off as well. He was the type to just laugh things off, but you could tell on his face that he was nothing but serious when asking his question. His ears began to turn red, sinking into his chair simultaneously. 

Luckily the bell rang, and you had never seen someone zoom out of a classroom as fast as Chan did. You chase after him, wanting to make sure he was okay and not feeling completely humiliated. It felt like a marathon, you were very much out of breath by the time you caught up to him. Slapping a hand on his shoulder, he turned around, the unintentional force causing him to face you.

“Jesus christ Chan,” you stumbled, completely out of breath, “why did you have to run so fast?”

You looked, a weak chuckle coming from his lips, a single tear simultaneously dripping out of the corner of his eyes. Your smile faded, beginning to feel really bad for your poor friend.

“Sorry Y/n,” he whispered, wiping it away quickly with the sleeve of his hoodie, “you’ve caught me at a bad time.”

You motioned to the bench next to you, sitting next to him as you rubbed his back in circular motions. Chan was such an intelligent individual, it made you feel sorrow when he doubted himself, and this was one of those moments. 

“Oh Chan don’t even worry about that,” you cooed, “she’s been rude all semester, definitely had a stick up her ass or something because I have no idea what her problem is.”

That made him giggle, turning to you and grabbing your hand as a silent thank you.

“Yeah you're right aha. I’m really struggling with the cognitive stuff though, and I have no idea how I’m going to do this exam.”

The other, who moved at a normal, not heart attack inducing pace, finally caught up to the two of you,lips pouted and solemn as they noticed Chan was having a down moment.

“Aw Chan it’s ok,” Felix hummed, giving him a bright smile, “we will all help you, promise.”

“Yeah,” Changbin chimed in, “let’s have a study session at Chan’s, tomorrow, 3pm good for everyone?”

Everyone nodded in agreement, you and Chan following behind the rest. He grabbed your wrist, making you stop in your tracks, “Y/n, could you come an hour earlier? Just so I don’t sound like a complete idiot? Also, they’re kind of hard to keep up with. I like the way you explain things.”

You’d be lying if you said the skin on your arm was burning up. He didn’t know, too innocent to realize, but his praise had an effect on you, one too many times. You would like nothing more than to take care of him, in all the ways anyone could imagine. Wash his clothes, feed him an insurmountable quantity of food. Was his hair in the shower, lather his body in soap and just, well, you know. The chiseled state of his body was no secret. The many beach trips accounted for that. Chan was a very good looking man, one of the first things you noticed when Felix introduced you to his friends. However, it was something that you suppressed deep down. A romance was the last thing you needed.

 Your cheeks follow a similar temperature. The thought almost made you dizzy. You blinked a couple of times, coming back to your senses and not trying to look out of the ordinary.

“Uh yes,” you shrieked, the attempt to act normal utterly dismissed, “of course. Anything to help you out.”

You continued to walk together, a million thoughts running through your mind as you attempted to keep them subtle, failing to rope them in and keep them at a minimal level.

**

To describe you as nervous was an understatement. Your hairbrush ran through your hair in a frustrating manner. You felt stupid, ridiculous even. If you had a dollar for every time you went to Chan’s dorm, you would be a millionaire, why did this time feel different? Looking at yourself in the mirror, you sighed, putting the last touches of your makeup before grabbing your keys and walking across campus, heading to your ‘friends’ door.

A gentle couple of knocks was all it took for you to be greeted by your handsome friend. His hair was swept back, forehead showing. His outfit was casual, black hoodie, black tracksuit pants. It was nothing different to what he usually wore, but he looked ten times hotter than usual.

“Y/n,” he groaned, “thank god you’re here.” 

He dragged you inside, closing the door behind you. He began to pace back and forth, biting on his fingernails simultaneously.

“Chan slow down, what’s wrong?”

“I opened the textbook, and I can’t stop freaking out. Y/n I’m so stressed, why are you not pacing with me?”

“Because,” you laughed, gripping his forearms stopping him in his tracks, “by the end of the day, you will understand Piaget, and every other theory we need before the exam, okay?”

You were close, eyes piercing as you gave him a loss of reassurance. You weren’t sure if it was your mind playing tricks on you, but it felt like Chan was moving closer. His eyes began to bore into yours, holy fuck he was hot. 

You broke away, not wanting to misinterpret anything. Taking a seat on his couch, you picked up his textbook, scanning and analyzing what he was trying to understand. Chan sat right next to you, thigh distractingly touching yours as you attempted to read. You could feel his gaze over his shoulder. The smell of his cologne flowing into your nostrils, becoming intoxicating. Your frustration began to increase. You knew that you were being unreasonable, but it was like he was trying to seduce you. You were already out of your mind, and nothing in the slightest of being sexual had occurred.

“Chan, I can hear your breathing down my neck.”

“Oh,” he moved away, “sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

“Are you sure?”

“What?”

You put the textbook down, turning your body to face him. The look of concern on his face, like the one you were met with when you opened the door had not disappeared. A look of disapproval now on yours.

“Can you please talk to me?”

“What do you want to know?”

“What exactly is stressing you out?”

A large sigh escaped his lips, 

“I just feel like I’m failing. I had to convince my parents to live here instead of Australia, and I just feel like I’m not living up to what they expected.”

Your heart sank at his words. You sat there for two minutes of silence. You weren't sure what you could say that would be perfect and what he needed to hear, but it didn’t mean you wouldn’t attempt to.

“Chan I-”

“And I have other needs as well.”

At first you were confused, completely unsure of what he referred to. Your mind was ticking once again, rummaging to what he referred to. But when it came to your mind, your eyes widened, mouth dropping before you spoke.

“Oh, I get what you mean.”

“Yeah.”

Another couple of minutes of silence passed as you looked around, refusing to make eye contact with each other. An idea popped into your mind, but it was way too inappropriate to ask. You wanted to help him so badly though, a proposition if you will. It was such a fine line to cross. It really was inappropriate, but the innocent look on his face was triggering something in you, sparking your innermost fantasies and desires. 

You don’t know what took over or what in your right mind possessed you to do what you did next, but time moved and all of a sudden you were on top of Chan, arms wrapped around his neck as you looked down at him, like a predator hunting his prey.

“You know, I can help you if you want?”

A large gulp was evident as it paced down his throat. He wasn’t sure what to say, him now analyzing if he himself was being too inappropriate to take you upon your proposition. His hands spread across your rear, gently nudging you forward. He was in unfamiliar territory, not sure how to proceed.

“Did you mean with studying or, you know, my needs?”

The look you gave him was priceless. It was amazing how genuinely oblivious Chan was sometimes. You got up from his lap, saying nothing and walking towards his room. He followed, closing the door behind him, even though nobody else was home.

“Sit on the bed.”

He did as he was told, legs spread wide at the edge. He always sat like this, and it turned you on, every single time. Chan, without knowing it, just looked so cocky, so arrogant, and fuck, did you used to like arrogant men. The ironic thing was that he was the complete opposite. Smart, kind, generous and warm to others. He was probably the only guy that you met that had all the qualities you looked for.

But that was irrelevant now. This moment wasn’t about how likable he was, it was about how hot he was. You took two steps closer, lifting your arms above your head and discarding your shirt. You could hear the audible gasp that escaped his lips, stunned by the way your chest looked. You did not assume that this would happen, therefore the reason why you had no bra on. You stood there, chest inline with his face as he watched you with so much intent. The way he was taking you in, drinking you up like a crisp, refreshing beverage. Chan, not a complete virgin, had little experience. He was a hard worker, never giving into his temptations. If anything, it kind of explained why he was so intense ¾ of the time. Nevertheless, it made your insides throb the way he gazes at you like you were the most beautiful woman on earth.

“If you don’t want this, talk now.”

You waited for what felt like 5 hours, but was really thirty seconds before he shook his head, vigorously. The notion made you smirk. His eyes remained wide, focusing nothing but the curve of your boobs. He went to lift his shirt, thinking it would be the right thing to do seeing as you were half naked yourself. But you said no,grabbing his wrists and placing them on your own zipper. His fingers gently shadowed yours, the sound of the zip the only noise filling the room. Stepping out of them quickly, simultaneously pulling your underwear off as well, another gasp escaped his lips. You were now fully nude, him fully clothed. There was something sick to you about getting off at the fact he was fully dressed and you were the opposite. 

“Like what you see?”

“Mhm,” he gulped once more, “really, really beautiful.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, but that wasn’t the time for this. Dropping to your knees, your fingers began to fiddle with the drawstring of his own bottoms. It did take long, seeing as Chan liked to wear very baggy clothes. They came off in one swift motion, spreading his legs even farther apart so you could fit right in. He was already extremely hard, the sight of your tits getting even near his cock made him twitch. Looking up at him, his chest was visibly tense, like he was holding in a large breath.

It wasn’t until your hand gripped the base of his length, and you started pumping, was when his chest fell deeply, almost concave in. His facial expression still looked tense, however, you could tell it wasn’t a look of agony, it was quite the opposite. A small whine escaped from his lips when you added another hand, adding more friction to his cock and you began to pump him a little faster. 

“Shit,” he mumbled under his breath, too embarrassed to allow you to hear his satisfaction. The muscles in his legs and arms were much looser than they were prior, and the fact that you were only using hands was absolutely blowing your mind. Your arousal was increasing. Seeing how pathetic and easy it was to turn Chan on. 

“Is that good Chan?”

“Yes,” he breathed, barely able to get his words out, “that feels so good, fuck Y/n.”

The breathy tone of your name sent a shiver down your spine. It had been a while since someone made you feel like that. You felt like he needed to be rewarded. You maneuvered your body closer, but taking his hands off of his length, placing them on either sides of your chest as you took him in, watching his length slide in the crevice of your tits. Chan jumped out of his seat, jaw slack and dropping to the floor as he watched his extremely hard cock disappear in between your cleavage. Eyes remained on him, your core was throbbing harder, watching his face contour, eyebrows strongly furrowed; he was enjoying every single second of it. Your chest moved with anticipation, tongue sticking out to reach the slit of his tip every time it reached the peak of your cleavage.

“You’re so cute,” you smile, “you’re so pathetic you know, have you ever done this before?”

“No,” he moaned, hands already gripping his bed sheets forcefully, “you’re right, I’m so pathetic.”

“Oh you like that? You like when I take control?”

“Yes.”

“You’re such a good boy,” you coo, picking up your pace, “taking my tits so well aren’t you?” His head rolled back, eyes closed but looking like he was looking at the ceiling. It was almost as enjoyable for you as it was for him. The textures and ridges of your cock not going unnoticed. He felt amazing, and your mouth began to salivate because if he felt that good in between your tits, he would feel 10 times better inside of you. Chan came back to life, head snapping back into motion as he looked down at you, so much innocence yet corruption filled his being. You moved away, hearing the sound of disappointment come from Chan’s lips as you stood up.

Lifting a hand, you pushed him by the chest, laying him flat before crawling on top of him. Still sitting up, you hovered over intertwining your fingers with his and you lined yourself up with his cock. A sudden pang of doubt creeped into your mind. Was this the right thing to do? Did you feel the need to do this to satisfy your own wants and needs? 

“Are you ready for this?”

He said nothing, only nodding because he knew that if he tried to speak, it would come out as a voice breaking murmur. Placing your hand on his shoulder, straightening your back, allowing yourself to sit on top of him. A small moan escaped your lips as your clit landed on his cock. That was fortunate. A hiss escaped him. Chan had been super patient until this point, it kind of made you feel guilty for making him wait. But another part of you kind of loved this almost sick power you had over him. He was so complicit, not doing anything and letting you take control. It felt rare, because most of your previous partners needed to have control.

“Do you mind if I do everything myself?”

His eyes never left yours, biting down on his bottom lip as he shook his head, eagerly waiting for you to get on with it. You lifted your hips once more, taking the hand that was intertwined and bringing it to the base of his length. A moan in unison, one of relief and gratification as he effortlessly slid into you. Chan was a decently hung man, but it didn’t matter anyways. You were already so wet and so turned on that fucking him would be a piece of cake.

“Fuck,” he cursed, eyes glued to your tits as the had a light bounce. You began to gently rock, not wanting to overwhelm him at a rapid rate. This was supposed to be relaxing for him, and it was, feeling his cock already twitching inside of you.

“You’re not going to cum are you?”

You leaned forward, pressing your lips softly against his. The electricity was great, moving with so much attention yet sensuality you slipped your tongue inside his mouth. A soft groan vibrated from his mouth the longer you kissed him. Breaking the kiss, he looked up at you, keen to answer your question 

“No,” you whined, unsure what to do with his hands, “sorry I’m just so excited.”

“You’re excited?”

“Yes,” he replied looking back up at you, “I can lie and say I haven’t thought about this before?”

A mischievous gasp left your mouth at his words. The combination of him thinking about fucking you and actually fucking you was causing your body to heat up. The temperature in the room increased and the tension felt even thicker than before. You kept a slow pace at first, hands on his shoulders in your attempt to remain balanced. It truly was adorable at how into you he truly was in this moment.

“We can do this as many times as you want now baby,” you cooed, “this is only the beginning if you want it to be.”

You picked up speed a little not wanting to go too fast, but needing just enough friction and gratification to work towards your high. Chan was so immersed in you that his hands barely lingered across your hips. It had come to your attention that maybe he genuinely needed some assistance. It was clear that even though the agreement was that his stress relief was in the palm of your hands, it was important to him that for you, it was equally enjoyable.

“You know you can touch me,” you whispered, giving his palms a gentle nudge upwards. It didn’t take much, almost like his hands were in, or on, their most natural position; your tits. A gentle moan escaped your lips at the contrasting ice cold temperature of his fingertips lingering on your nipples. The long string of moans and gasps from Chan was becoming anything but adorable. Each noise he made aroused you even more. The gentle massage of his hands was delightful. It wasn’t the first time you had thought about this. Especially when you were frustrated, stressed, or having a dry spell, the physicality of Chan was always a lingering cognition. Always there to coax you through your sexual frustration. If anything, this became stress relief for the both of you. Chan because he was stressed out because he needed to pass the exam, and yourself because now you didn’t have to suppress the surplus of fantasies and desires that stayed awake in your mind.

“Mmm, how are you doing Chan?”

“So good,” he growled, “I don’t know if I can last much longer.”

A small giggle escaped your lips. Keeping your composure, but really you were grateful because you could feel the pit in the depth of your lower abdomen. Your orgasm was coming, and there was nothing you could do about it. Although you did all the work, his cock was hitting you in the exact spot you needed. The slapping of your ass against his groin was getting louder, and you rhythm faster yet a little erratic, the intensity of him starting to overwhelm you.

“Y/n, wait,” he paused, making you stop in your tracks, “I don’t want to cum in you.”

A pout puffed from your lips at his words.

“You don’t?”

“Well,” Chan gulped, “I would, but I didn’t think-”

Instead of letting him finish, your index finger was across his lips, completely shushing him.

“You shouldn’t assume things about me Mr. Bang.”

You picked your hips up again, leaning back on his knees he bucked your hips, rapidly feeling the strokes of Chan’s cock. You wanted him to cum, you wanted him to cum so badly. The way you were dying to see the face he made when he came, how he looked at you was your soul volition in this very moment. 

“Are you gonna cum?”

“Fuck, Y/n please,” he moaned, his loudest noise yet.

He nodded, jaw slack open as you rode him like your life depended on it. His cock was twitching at a rapid rate, hipe gently bucking into yours as he felt his high coming. 

“Would you like to cum in me?”

He nodded once more.

“Cum in me Chan, cum in me, come one baby, you can do it.”

 Chan mouthing ‘fuck’ one more time, before completely blowing his load inside of you. His jaw cracked, distressed gasp strangling his throat as he grabbed your hips, controlling your speed as you milked him dry, your orgasm waving over you simultaneously. 

“Oh my god,” you moaned, knowing Chan was guiding you through it, but at this point, you didn't even care. It felt too good to discipline him for not letting you do everything. You stood up, a sharp groan coming from you as you felt his seed drip out. 

“Fuck, what if-” 

“Don’t worry,” you interrupted once more, “I’m on the pill.”

A sigh of relief disappeared from his chest.

You lied down next to him, trying to catch your breath as he turned to look at you.

“How do you feel?”

“Y/n that was amazing?”

You chuckled at his admiration, turning to him and seeing the sweat condensate across his forehead. Wow, did you make him work up a sweat.

“Still stressed out?”

“Far from it.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it, hope I wasn’t too overpowering or anything.”

“Absolutely not,” he scoffed, “it was really fucking hot actually.”

Fuck. You kissed him again, really enjoying the validation of your feminine power over him. It was a nice moment, that was until you heard a knock on the door. Fuck. The two of you were so immersed in what you were doing, that you completely forgot about the study session with the others.

“Shit, uh, just put your clothes on, I’ll stall them.”

You nodded, quickly redressing yourself and heading to the bathroom. You cleaned yourself up, looking at the mirror and shit, did you kinda look like a mess. A pang of embarrassment hit your chest. How on earth were you supposed to just hang out with your friends, and act like you didn’t just fuck one of them. Nevertheless, there was no time to think about it, fixing your hair as much as you could before opening the door, and returning to the lounge where the others smirked at you when you walked in.

“Hey guys,” you smiled, choosing to ignore them, “what’s going on?”

“What are you already doing here?”

The two of you gave each other a quick look, praying to the lords that you came up with the same explanation.

“Oh me? I only got here like 5 minutes before you guys.”

“Oh you did,” Felix chimed in, sarcastically placing a hand on his chin, like a detective, “and Chan, why do you look almost sweaty?”

“Uh me, well I just had a shower before you guys got here. Then Y/n knocked about 10 minutes later.”

You shrugged, nervously chuckling and just praying they were taking this.

“Fuck Y/n, please,” Changbin whined, mocking Chan. Your eyes grew wide.

“Yeah come on baby, cum in me cum in me,” Felix added, making everyone burst into laughter. Your face was as red as a bunch of tomatoes. They heard everything. Fuck, this was embarrassing.

“You guys don’t have to lie, you know. We saw this coming from a mile away.”

“You did?” The two of you asked in unison, making the rest of them laugh again.

“I mean yeah,” Felix shrugged, “I’m sure this is what all the ‘extra studying’ was for.”

“No dude,” Chan began to yell, even you giggling at him now getting defensive, “I do need help! I’m terrible at this!”

“Is he y/n?”

“Terrible at psych? A little,” you paused, sitting down next to Felix on Chan’s couch, “sex? Absolutely not.”

[facioleeknow]

A peek into the bedroom

3racha x chubby!reader headcanons about their suggestive behaviour and how they behave in the bedroom

WC:481 Genre: smut

TW:smut 18+ only

@kflixnet

@comet-falls you convinced me so I did it

Chris

extremely touchy person

loves to grab a handful of your ass anywhere anytime

face down, ass up is the way for this man

very rough but knows you can and will take it ;)

loves to squeeze your hips when fucking you

loves squeezing your thighs when eating you out

his goal is to leave fingerprint marks all over you

..and maybe a few handprints on your ass eheh

loves to leave bite marks on your neck and belly

might go easy on the neck because it’s a generally exposed area but on the belly…

HE IS BITING 

on nights when he feels a little more romantic he loves to switch positions and always puts you in a mating press because he wants to see your face <3

loves doing it raw because he gets to cum in you 

BREEDING KINK

always overstimulates himself because he likes the idea of fucking his cum back into you

big in cuddles after sex, they’re a must

good boyfriend ™

Changbin

softest and kindest pleasure dom to ever exist

loves to see you in expensive pretty lingerie, prefers pink but as long as he is taking it off of you it really doesn’t matter that much

this dude lifts almost 150kg he CAN and WILL manhandle and throw you around

lovingly of course

loves to pick you up and just fuck you

wall sex, shower sex, counter sex

loves anything that involves using his strength on you

hates edging because doesn’t like to make his pretty baby wait

big into overstimulation

big into body worship

pretty vanilla

loves missionary but adores it when you ride him because he likes to see your tits bounce

NEEDS to see your face 

textbook version of boyfriend

aftercare king

husband material

Han

absolutely adores you 

like actually worships you and kisses the ground you walk on

subby hannie <3

oral fixation goes crazy

loves to suck on your fingers and loves when you suck on his fingers

loves eating you out, wants to do it  AT LEAST once a day

wants you to suffocate him with your thighs so bad, he begged you for weeks

often cums in his pants when he eats you out

prefers eating you out than getting sucked off

literally everytime you wanna suck him off you need a good 10 minutes worth of convincing 

loves cowgirl

when you’re on top you look even more like a goddess to him 

tends to cum quick because he’s too excited but can go a few rounds so that doesn’t stop him

once you sent him a audio message of you moaning and playing with yourself and he came untouched <3

actually obsessed with you

falls asleep right after sex, he likes to lay on your chest and he makes those little noises in his sleep

sometimes likes to suck your nipples to sleep

he’s cute <3

[thndrs-wrtr]

Hello!! That Chan pic with the baby is just sjdjsjdj and the entire video, lord. I was wondering if u could write something like thar pls, needing fluff dad Chan 🥹

OMG YES. ABSOLUTELY . Also, golden star for you for being my first request ⭐️

Let's see what I come up with.

Warnings: Dad Bangchan. Fluff, extreme domestic fluff.

Big hugs

Ever since Chan came back to work after his hiatus, he promised he would come back home earlier. In the end, he had to come back not only to his house, but to his home. It wasn't just you waiting for him, now there was a tiny little human being that would wait for him.

However, Chan's promise was forgotten that day. It was already 10pm and he was nowhere to be seen. The apple didn't fall far from the tree, for Daesung refused to sleep for the entire day. No nap time, and he was definitely far from falling asleep anytime soon. He's definitely his son, you thought when the tiny almost two year old refused closing his eyes.

Walking around the place, singing, showing him toys, begging, anything worked. Instead, his tears kept flowing and so did your stress. His diaper was clean, he ate his dinner, he didn't seem to be hurt, the thought of taking him to the hospital faded when he finally sat still on the floor and started playing with his toys, and if he was not sleeping, at least he have you some peaceful minutes to a quick trip to the bathroom.

Chan finally arrived home, quietly. He smiled when he saw the boy giving his entire attention to his tiny, tiny guitar, pulling the nylon strings one by one, thank you uncle Han for the present.

He hid behind the wall, just showing his face when he finally spoke, calling the baby's attention.

"Hello there"

His dimples appeared on his cheeks and his eyes became smaller thanks the smiling expression. The baby quickly turned around, and started moving his legs and arms in an attempt of getting up.

The older man left his hiding and went straight to him, kneeling as to pick him up. Daesung started giggling right away, gripping onto Chan's shirt without hesitation.

"Your eyes are so red, had you been crying, hm? No, don't cry! Let's whipe those eyes, yeah? Don't cry, I've got you, ok?."

He said with a downward smile, rubbing his nose against the chubby cheek after cleaning the dry tears on his cheeks, making you melt right away when you appeared in the room once again, leaning in the doorframe for a few seconds while Chan didn't notice you.

"Two good looking boys and I look like if I'm back from a camping night" you said in between giggles.

"Ah, baby" Chan laughed as well, walking towards your way and kissing your shortly as a hello. "I'm sorry, yeah? I knew I said I'd arrive early and-" you cut his words.

"Watch him while I take a quick shower. I need it. Then I'll forgive you."

"Sounds like a fair deal"

Chan agreed, and his attention went back to Daesung. He lifted him in his arms in swift motions, the baby giggling and kicking his legs whenever Chan would lift him up in the air, and then back down using his mouth to immitate the sound of a rocket. Their tiny game continued for a few minutes, until Chan took him back to the bedroom.

"Shall we put you on your pj's, yeah?" He said with a kind of high pitched voice, "yeah, you need to be in your pj's. Is late and you gotta sleep, ok?" He told him as if he'd get a solid answer in return.

"I wrote so many verses for you today, probably a bit cheesy but yeah. Ah, you're gonna hate me when you're fifteen aren't you"

Chan giggled while he was changing Daesung into his onesie. He leaned forward, gently tickling the boy's belly, and the multiple "nom noms" on his neck, hands and belly didn't take long in appear, making the baby giggle and kick his feet at his dad's attention.

You had no idea how time you spent taking your quick shower, but after a long day after barely eating, constantly trying to calm down Daesung's crying, you really needed some time alone, and you knew Chan had it all covered outside.

However, when you got out the silence made you worried. Usually, Chan would be singing, or holding conversations with no replies back other than babbles, or music playing in the background. But now? Silence. Pure, and absolute silence.

The dim light of your bedroom made you walk towards it, the scene making you feel like sit down in that same spot and cry.

An unsual, asleep shirtless Chan under the sheets, accompanied by the image you wanted to see the entire day. Daesung finally, finally asleep. And not only asleep. He was soundly asleep using Chan's chest as bed, his tiny hands holding onto him while Chan's arms were perfectly wrapped around him a very, very big hug.

You walked towards them very cautiously, keeping your hand on Daesung's back for brief seconds as you leaned forward to kiss his head, repeating the gesture but this time on Chan's temple. Apparently, someone was refusing to sleep without his dad.

And you understood your son perfectly, you couldn't fall asleep easily when Chan wasn't there, how could you, if not wrapped in his arms?

[rhainontheshelves]

Remember, Recover

Member: Bang Chan {Stray Kids} and afab!reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst, light smut description

Word Count: 4238

A/N: This is the complete version of a fic I posted back in 2019! Rip It finally passed my writer's uncertainty test so out it goes. Happy reading!- Rhin

     “... How long are you going to stay on my lap?”

     “However long it takes to finish this melody. Deal with it.” I said, plunking out a string of notes on the keyboard. Figuring out a concrete sheet of music was difficult when all I had was some sound clips Chan had come up with years ago. But, nevertheless, I managed to connect them and came up with a pretty good composition. I saved the file with a little “Yay!” and leaned back. 

     Chan groaned as my weight shifted further back on his legs. “Damn (Y/N), how many cheeseburgers did you eat today?”

     “Not as many as you. How many did you order, four?” I smirked.

     “It was only three, excuse me! And they were singles, you can’t blame me for cheating the system and getting three singles for less than a triple.”

     “Only because we’re broke and ordering off the dollar menu,” I said, twisting around to face him, “and two medium fries! Who are you, an unhealthy version of Gaston?”

     “Hey, don’t compare me to that jerk!” Chan tried hard to keep a straight offended face. “And I’m very healthy, thank you very much.”

     A couple moments of silence was enough to break my mask and burst out laughing. Chan’s face was too good not to. He chuckled along with me and stroked my hair as I leaned into his chest, trying to pull myself together. 

     “Wow, I’m tired,” I said, wiping tears from my eyes. “What time is it?”

     Chan glanced over to the computer. “Midnight on the dot.”

     “We have officially spent five hours in this dumb room.” I got up and grabbed a Pepsi from the minifridge. “Want one?”

     All Chan had to do was hold a hand out for me to toss one to him. Together, we unscrewed the lids and took huge swigs. We were in for a long night, so we needed all the energy we could get. 

     “Let’s take a break.” Chan said, rolling over to the couch and propping his feet up. “My brain is tired from trying to pull feelings and experiences from years ago up for lyrics.”

     I flopped on the couch, thinking of a way I could help out. To be honest, I hadn’t done anything of that nature since I graduated, and that was just about a year ago. The memory was pretty hazy (it was a black-out type of night), so that wouldn’t help out a lot.

     “(Y/N), do you trust me?” Chan asked out of the blue. 

     “What is that supposed to mean?”

     “Well, if this song is truly about sex, wouldn’t we need some moans in the background or something? The good ol’ bed creaks are getting a bit overused in this industry.”

     It took me a minute to process what Chan meant. “Wait… you want me to-”

     “No! Not if you don’t want to,” Chan’s cheeks turned red, “we can always pull audio from porn or something!”

     I looked at my best friend, sighed, and shook my head. “You’re lucky we need to get this track done by tomorrow afternoon,” I got up, turned off the lights, and went into the booth. 

     “Why did you-”

     “So I can still have some dignity by the end of the night,” I said into the microphone. “Can we just get a series and cut it into the song? It’s too tedious to do stuff at exact moments.”

     “That’s fine by me.” Chan affirmed. “Just say so when you’re done.”

     I awkwardly stood in the booth for a bit, trying to figure out the logistics of this. The microphone that was hooked up wasn’t omnidirectional, so getting into the right position for the audio to be captured was a big problem. Also the fact that Chan was here made me extremely nervous. I didn’t know why; we could usually talk for hours about this stuff. Maybe it was because it was for real instead of the usual imaginary scenarios. 

     Pulling up a chair, I sat down in it and carefully reached out toward the mic stand. I found the knob that adjusted the height and brought it down to its lowest position. Then, making myself as comfortable as I could be, I unbuttoned my jeans and slid a hand down. 

     “Any time now, (Y/N).” Chan’s voice boomed. The sudden fracture in the silence scared me and made me lose my start. 

     “Damn it Chan, I was just getting warmed up,” I muttered. “Just starting to get focused.”

     “Oh, sorry.” His voice sounded tiny over the speaker system. 

     “You’re good, just don’t do that again, okay?”

     “Got it.” With that, the static of an open line cut off, leaving me back at square one. 

     I sat there for a bit, trying to bring up a picture in my head that I could jack off to. Nothing in particular was coming to mind, except feeling something hard as I sat on Chan’s lap just a couple minutes ago. I zoned in on that feeling, and started to find something I could associate it with… and then my brain betrayed me. 

     “Hey Chan… do you remember that party we went to a couple years back? You needed to blow off some steam from being cooped up with the guys too long and I needed some relief from college?”

     Static started buzzing again. “Yeah, I remember that. It was a fun night.”

     “I don’t know any other way to say this, but… I can’t get this image of you out of my head… I think we did something that night.”

     “I wouldn’t be surprised if we did. We were pretty drunk.”

     “No, you don’t understand. All I can remember after the sixth shot of whiskey is undoing someone’s belt while they marked me up. Their shirt was red, like that one button-up you have that I like so much.”

     “Oh… that… yeah, that was me.”

     “You remember?” Honestly, I was shocked. I was certain that Chan got even drunker than I did.

     “Yeah, every second. I wasn’t as drunk as you then.”

     “Well, tell me about it then, since I obviously don’t remember.”

     “Um, okay.” There was some hesitation there. I knew Chan well enough to know that this was important to him for some reason; he would have told me about it sooner if it wasn’t.

     “Hey, it’s okay Chan.” I soothed him. “It won’t mess up our friendship.”

     “Are you sure?” his voice was shaky. 

     “I’m absolutely positive.”

     “Well, it started when you pulled me away from the dance floor. Apparently I was grinding on some girl you didn’t like. I could tell you were getting faded, so I didn’t take it too seriously. As you were ranting about it, you started to say peculiar things. Like, “you have no right to look that fine” and “if you had another button undone and your sleeves already rolled up when you picked me up we would have never left the house”, things like that. Obviously I had turned you on and drunk (Y/N) gets really bold and horny. I don’t really remember what you said next, but I couldn’t stop myself from kissing you.”

     I was starting to remember, recalling the atmosphere and how Chan looked that night. That was one of the top times where I just wanted to hop on his dick and ride the night away. I wasn’t proud of it, but it happened. 

     “You backed me up against a wall and started unbuttoning my shirt. I realized where we were going at that point and quickly picked you up and headed towards the nearest room so we could have some privacy. Luckily it was a bedroom and the door was able to be locked. You started working on my belt and I gave you two hickeys on your shoulder. Once that belt was gone, you started undressing and I lost it. Lust just burned through me and you seemed pleased that you brought it on.”

     Chan was slightly caught off guard as whimpers came through the other end of the mic. (Y/N) must be remembering and getting off on that. He couldn’t deny that his mind was roaming back to then as well. 

     “Chan, don’t stop talking. I want to remember everything.” (Y/N) whined.

     Chan could feel the lust creeping up again. It made him cocky; it made him want to hear what (Y/N) had to offer. “Everything?”

     “Everything.”

     “I picked you up and threw you on the bed, trapping you under my body. You pulled me down for another kiss, but I was already there. As we made out, my hands traveled around, We pulled apart for air and I swear you looked like an angel, all out on display for me. You begged for me to do something, anything… so I got on my knees and pulled you forward until I could devour you properly.”

     Chan described the rest of the encounter in graphic detail, and that was more than enough to help me out. By the end of it, I had cummed twice and moaned up a storm. I was confident that I had recorded good material. 

     “Alright, that’s a wrap.” I stated as I buttoned up my jeans. 

     Chan didn’t answer. 

     “Chan?” I called as I exited the room. 

     He wasn’t at the soundboard. The door was wide open though. 

     “Chris?” I called again, sticking my head out of the door.

     No one was there to hear me. 

     Concerned, I picked my phone off of the coffee table and there was a notification for a text - from Chan. 

     Went out to grab some food. I’ll be back soon

     I ended up spending the rest of the night in the studio- without Chan. I cut the audio and put it into the backtrack as best I could. I told myself that he would come back and rearrange it the way he wanted it to be, but around 4:30 AM I started to doubt that. I recorded my parts that were marked on the lyric sheet, but soon I was so exhausted that my voice didn’t sound like mine anymore. The smell I left behind made me so nauseous that I sprayed what seemed like half a can of air freshener all around the studio before crashing on the couch. 

     “... (Y/N)! (Y/N), wake up!” A voice called as they shook my shoulder. 

     “Huh?” My eyes finally registered the light and I put my arm over them. “What time is it?”

     “It is currently 9:30. Where’d Chan go?”

     With that comment, my eyes flew open and I got a good look at who awakened me. It was Jisung, another one of the Stray Kids members I had gotten close with. If Jisung was here… then Chan never came back.

     “He left.” I said bluntly as I sat up and rubbed the sleepiness out of my eyes. 

     “What?” 

     “He left. He went to get food and never came back.”

     “Shit.” Jisung breathed. He whipped out his phone and called someone, presumably another member. “Hey Changbin, did Chan ever come back last night? No? Well, (Y/N) doesn’t know where he is either. Yep- yeah. I will. See ya.” With that, he hung up and ran his fingers through his hair. 

     “He’ll turn up.” I tried to comfort him. “At least you all don’t have anywhere to be today.”

     “I guess.” Jisung sounded really bummed and concerned. “He never does this, not without contacting one of us first.”

     I let Jisung think for a minute before standing up and stretching. “Well, if you’ll excuse me, I need to run home and shower and change. Being in here for 11 hours isn’t too good on the hygiene.”

     “When will you get back?”

     “About 30, 45 minutes? Somewhere around there.”

     “Good, because I still need to think about whether I should help you finish this track or not. Judging by those lyrics…” he nodded toward the sheet of paper and grinned, “I don’t think I should be.”

     I turned a dark shade of red before darting out the door. I was too embarrassed about last night to stay in the studio one second longer. God forbid I was there when Jisung listened to what I had so far. I mean, I trusted him, but having him hear bare audio of me moaning was pushing the bar a little bit more than a lot. When effects and vocals and the other layers of the backing was put on over it, I wouldn’t have a problem with people listening, but in the raw form it was in now, it was too intimate.

     As I walked back to my apartment, I mulled over why Chan had left. I wanted to believe that it was for some normal reason, like he was feeling too uncomfortable to stay or he actually went to grab food, but something had distracted him. Maybe he was sleeping at the dorms and nobody had noticed yet, or he was back at my place sleeping. Maybe it was nothing to worry about and he would be back and fixing all of my mistakes when I got back to the studio. But, deep in my heart, I knew it was way more complicated than that. 

     The project was put on hold indefinitely until Chan could be found. I looked everywhere with the rest of Stray Kids, checking his most frequented places and even calling one of his relatives that lived in the area. Any place I recalled him liking, I went and searched every nook and cranny.  

     “Yeah, no luck on my end either,” I told Minho on the phone. “He’s dropped off the face of the planet.”

     “Damn! He couldn’t have gone far.” Minho growled. 

     “We should probably stop looking for him.” Jeongin’s voice came through. “It’s Chan. He’s not stupid. He’ll be back before we know it.” 

     I sighed, not wanting to admit that the youngest was right. “I’m still worried about him.”

     “Worrying won’t do us any good at this point. I agree with Jeongin.”

     “Okay. Make sure the others know. I’ll give you any updates if I have any.” With that, I was left alone with my thoughts.

     I wandered around the part of town I had ended up in. Ever since my brain had fully woken up, I had been replaying last night over and over, trying to pick out the point where Chan had dropped out. The frustrating part was, I had absolutely no clue. I had gotten so lost in myself that I had blocked Chan out. Now that we couldn’t find him, I felt extremely guilty. I found a bench to sit on and wait through the wave of fresh emotions. How could I have been so insensitive to his feelings about the situation? I should have sensed them sooner. 

     A cold drop of liquid on the back of my neck brought me into reality again. I watched the pavement turn darker as it started to sprinkle. Watching the rain... wait. 

     I was reminded of a very obscure memory. Chan and I had only known each other for a couple months. We had to meet up to finish a group project for school, and if I remembered right, we had met up in the park behind me. We were a paragraph out from finishing when it started to rain just like this. In a rush to protect our work, Chan pulled me to the cafe across the street. Had he? I couldn’t clearly recall. 

     Shielding my face from the rain, I wandered across the street, looking for a cafe. The other businesses looked so dry and inviting, but I couldn’t stop until I found what I was looking for. 

     Finally, I found a cafe a few blocks over from where I thought it was. By this point I was absolutely soaked, but I didn’t care. The thought of finally finding Chan was giving me a small adrenaline rush. 

     A little tinkling bell greeted me as I walked into the warm cafe. The smell of fresh pastries and coffee made my stomach growl. I had been so preoccupied with the search that I hadn’t eaten all day. 

      “Hello!” A kind voice called from the counter. 

      “Hello!” I responded. Walking up, I started scanning the menu. Now that we had called the search off, it wouldn’t hurt to take a break, right?

     “It’s certainly coming down out there, isn’t it?” the barista asked with a hint of amusement in her voice. 

     “Yes, ma’am. I must be a sight for sore eyes.”

     “You do look a little frazzled. Not the worst I’ve seen these past couple of days, though.”

     “Oh, really?”

     “Yeah. A guy came in late last night totally drunk. My manager took pity on him and got him a hotel room.”

     My breath hitched. “Did he happen to have curly brown hair? A little taller than me, muscular?”

     The barista raised an eyebrow. “Do you know him?”

     “I’m looking for him, actually. If you could tell me which hotel he’s at, I would really appreciate it.”

     “Lemme call my manager real quick.” the barista disappeared into the kitchen for a couple of minutes, then returned with a piece of paper. “Here’s the address and room number. The room’s paid for, so don’t worry about that.” 

     I took the paper from her. “Thank you so much! We’ve been worried about him.”

     “I’m glad someone cares. He was rambling on about letting someone important down. It was really sad.”

     That really concerned me. I had never known Chan to be a talkative or a sad drunk, nevermind the fact that he was drunk in the first place. Whatever he was battling, he really wanted to get away from it. “I would like to order some food and coffee to go. I imagine he’ll be hungry, and to be honest I am as well.”

     The barista’s eyes lit up. “Sure! What would you like?”

     Twenty five minutes later, I approached a local hotel with warm soup and coffee. The rain had stopped, but dark clouds still hung in the sky. It struck me just how late it had become; my phone informed me that it was nearing a quarter past five. The sun would go down soon. 

     The desk attendant looked up at me expectantly as I entered. “Hi, I’m here to visit the person in room 24?” 

     “Okay. You can go on up.” they went back to writing in the notebook they had.

     The layout of this small hotel was confusing, but eventually I found my way up to the second floor and found room 24. I cautiously knocked on the door, listening for any kind of response from the other side. Hearing nothing, I knocked again and said, “I brought some food for you.”

     A faint voice called back, “The door’s unlocked.”

     I sighed in relief, thankful that my best friend was alive and talking. Hauling the food into one arm for a moment, I turned the knob and poked my head into the room.

     It was a cozy little suite. One queen-sized bed, with the typical white duvet. An armchair in vaguely matching upholstery was placed near the window, alongside a circular coffee table. A door suggested either an attached bathroom or a closet. However, the main feature of the room was in bed, looking very sleepy and surprised to see me at his door. 

     “Hey Chris. I have soup and coffee, if you have the stomach for it. I don’t know how long it’s been since you’ve eaten…” I entered and placed the food on the coffee table. 

     The man’s expression was hard to read. There was confusion, like he was wondering how I found him, but there was also apprehension and guilt. The way he curled into himself as I sat next to him on the bed didn’t escape my attention. “Me and the boys looked all day for you. I’m so glad you’re safe.”

     Chan fiddled with his hands, avoiding eye contact.

     “Listen… I’m sorry about last night. It was selfish of me. I understand if we just don’t talk about it again.” 

     Chan’s silence was making me increasingly anxious. Normally, I would have thrown myself at him by now, begging for forgiveness or even a glance in my direction. But this was serious. The possibility of this ruining our friendship was suffocating me to the point of mirroring Chan’s attitude. “If you want me to leave, I can. This must have been emotional for you, I don’t want to make it worse.”

     At that, Chan reached his hand out, placing it in the space between us. LIke he didn’t want me to leave. Like he was telling me to stay. 

     I placed my hand over his, slowly curling my fingers until I was holding his hand. I didn’t dare ask any questions; he needed to work through this for himself. He would talk when he was ready. To distract myself, I looked out the window and watched the sunset through the buildings. 

     Chan buried his face in the crook of my neck. I could feel the remnants of tears on his cheeks and smell the day-old beer on his breath. My free hand slowly came up to run through his unkempt, curly locks in attempts to comfort him. If all he needed was to sit here for the rest of eternity, I would surely do it. 

     “I got hammered after.” Chan said low and rough and soft, like he hadn’t spoken for days and cried instead. 

     “...after?”

     “After we fucked at the party. I don’t know why it suddenly crashed over me, but I couldn’t deal with the fact that I felt like I betrayed and used you. I remember downing three of the highest concentrated beers they had in a row before passing out on the couch.”

     That explained why Chan was so much more hungover than I was. It also explained why he had distanced himself from me- then and now. In the days afterward, I had felt so confused and angry at myself because Chan avoided me at all costs. He wouldn’t answer my texts, he wouldn’t even look at me whenever we bumped into each other. I had to call Changbin to find out an inkling of the reason and proceeded to send a huge apology letter to Chan. Of course, Chan being Chan, he said “No, I should be the one apologizing.” and went back to being my best friend. Now, I realized that I made Chan go through that all over again and I felt extremely guilty. 

     “Chan, I’m so sorry for doing that to you. I was drunk and stupid and-”

     “You were just voicing something you had kept for a long time.” Chan’s soft voice brought my excitement down again. “I used you to satisfy my own needs.”

     “No!” I shook my head vigorously. “No, that’s not it. I know you, Chan. If there wasn’t a desire there, you would have carried me out of there and dropped me at home. There’s something else. Chan, do you- do you like me?”

     There. I had said it. The one question that had been on both of our minds pretty much since the time we met. There were green flags everywhere, and we were forcing ourselves to be oblivious to them out of fear. Our friends would constantly point them out, but we were scared that we would lose each other if we asked. That line we so clearly drew, and I just crossed it. 

     His answer was so quiet, I almost missed it. “Yes. Yes, I do.”

    “Good, because I like you too.”

     The relief that washed over Chan’s face was so freeing. He looked me in the eyes for the first time in what seemed like forever, and his eyes were shining brighter than the moon. Even as I leaned in to kiss him, a huge burden was lifted off my shoulders. 

     His lips were a bit chapped, but that was fine with me. Each kiss held a gentleness and a purpose that overrode any uncomfortable feelings. Chan latched his strong arms around me, pulling me closer to him. I smiled and brought my hand up to guide our motions in order to adjust to the closer proximity, but he grabbed my hand and brought it back down, intertwining our fingers. 

     When we stopped to catch our breaths, I was grinning from ear to ear, glad that this conflict was finally over. Glad that we could be happy again. 

Epilogue

     “Are you ever going to finish this, hyung? Didn’t you make a deal with the company over it?” Jisung picked up a piece of paper from off of the table where Chan had dumped out his lyrics portfolio. Half of them weren’t finished, but that was the best place to start when it was time to start working on a new album. 

     Chan furrowed his eyebrows. “Finish what?” 

     “The song you were pulling an all-nighter to make with (Y/N) a couple months ago.”     Realization dawned on Chan, making him sink into his chair. They never finished the fucking song. 

     “I gotta say, you were on some shit when you started writing this-”

     Chan snatched the paper out of the rapper’s hand. “It’s none of your business,” he muttered, turning back to his laptop to hide his embarrassment.

[youn9racha]

Morning After

pairing: bang chan x afab!reader

genre: smut

synopsis: you and your boyfriend, chan, are often the type to have rough and kinky sex for good fun, and you two have no issue with it. however, you two also enjoy the casual lovemaking that binds both of your love with each other.

warning: piv, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap), love making porn, references of d/s, switch!chan, switch!reader, pet names (baby), another rushed ending

words: 1.3k

a/n: yikes so this is KINDA self insert 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️ which is why its kinda bad but its whatever, i love chan hehe. i only said kinda because i made it second pov because im not selfish 👹 humble queen 💆‍♀️anyways, sorry for this rushed work, and no i will not proof read it so suck on that !1!!!!1!!! also listening to lovers rock by tv lovers while working on this piece lowkey hit different.

This is no way representative of the way Stray Kids act. They’re nothing but references of character, and in no shape or form is this how they act. And I am in no way romanticizing or glamorizing any toxic behavior exhibited, they’re just stories that is meant to be read. Readers discretion is advised.

The sun bloomed between the curtains but didn’t budge the couple that was presumably slumbering underneath the blankets. It wasn’t the case necessarily; you and Chan were facing each other as you fluttered your eyes open, rejoicing at the sight of you two laying side by side. He pulls you in closer, trying to intake the warmth of your naked skin against his, along your morning plump lips against his. They were slightly chapped, but you didn’t care as you had him in your arms.  

“Good morning,” Chan muttered against your lips when pulling away, his morning raspy voice escaping his loving lips that perked up in a smile. You smiled back at him as you held his neck, eyes filled with adoration, “good morning, my love.”

You pulled him in after that whisper and continued to have his lips on yours, but this time it was much more passionate and less chaste than the last one. He grabs your hips closer to him, placing you on top of him, chest to chest as you held his shoulders and began to kiss down his jaw and neck. His fair neck and collarbones were already painted with a few red hickeys, and that inspired you to draw more on him as you grazed the untouched skin. He sighs in contentment as he lifts his head slightly to create more space.

“I miss this so much,” he spoke to mask any upcoming groan from the soft spot you’ve hit, “I miss you…” he breathed audibly as he held the back of your head. You pulled yourself away from his neck and looked back at his puppy, honey brown eyes, showing you his sparkly pleading look, “please… wanna be inside you…” his voice was gentle and hushed as he looked at you most earnestly.

It’s not so often Chan shows this side of him, he always comes off as more dominant in the relationship, which you didn’t mind, and it shows in the bedroom very clearly. But the more he showcases his submissive side, the more you cherish it, especially when it’s sudden like right now. The other day, he was the opposite; he was dominant, demanding, and assertive yet affectionate, a whole different look to the puppy-eyed man who wants to be cared for who is lying underneath you—a pleasant duality you would say.

 You smiled down at him and without audibly responding, you grabbed his semi-hard cock and lightly grind on it, which caused him to shudder and let out a close mouth whine at the feeling of your wet slit contacting his shaft.

You ground a bit more before his cock started to erect fully, and there you slid yourself in, making you gasp at the feeling of being full by Chan’s girth and length. While adjusting, you looked down at Chan’s flushed face and held his face to make him look back at you, “you like that, baby?”

He nodded with a smile as his fingers ran through your thighs, “yes… you can move when you want to.”

You giggled slightly at his consent, grabbing both of his hands and placing them on your hips, silently telling him that he can control the pace if he wants to and to show you how good he feels. There, you began moving your hips at a slow pace, making you two gasp at the pleasant feeling as well as Chan lightly squeeze your hips. You held his shoulders as you lifted your hips up and down as you moan at how good you felt around him, stretching you out so good and praising him for being the way he is.

“You’re so good to me, Channie,” you paused to whine and roll your head as the sensation between your hips was too pleasant to speak, “God, I love you so much, Channie…”

“You’re all I have, baby—fuck, I love you more than you can imagine,” Chan rasped out before being interrupted by a whine from him.

At that point, you two weren’t having sex, this exceeds it on another level. Claiming each other’s affections while praising and complimenting each other’s beauty and existence, all the while you were pleasuring each other at a steady gentle pace.

On any other day, this pace would not occur, especially since you two were very active and could get animalistic when needed to. But at this rare time, you two just wanted a slow and romantic time together, without any degradation, name-calling, rough play, role play, and vice versa. Either way, you both could agree that any activity together you two had, whatever that is, is fun.

It was evident how well you two felt just evident with how Chan’s grip on your hips was getting harder enough to bruise and you just moaned out his name repeatedly.

From Chan’s point of view, the way the sunlight hit your face and body made you look like a goddess in front of him, he looked at you with awe. To yourself, you probably thought that you looked unkempt and gross, in contrast to the handsome, straight out of an aesthetic museum of a boyfriend, who is whining at the way you move on top of him. However, Chan didn’t—never saw you in that way, his admiration just increased by a heartbeat.

“Channie, are you close?” You gently asked through your moans as you sensed he was getting close to orgasm based on the way he held your hips and began lifting you up and down at a quicker pace than usual.

He only groaned and nodded in response, his face twisting as his stomach clenched at the sensation of his nether region began heating up. He began thrusting his hips upwards, making you yelp at the sudden action. His dominant hand let go of your hip as he began rubbing your clit, you squealed slightly, surprising you in every way as usual.

“Come with me… I want you to come with me,” He muttered, hoping it would be comprehensible to you, which thankfully it did as you pulled his hand back to your hips and rubbed yourself instead. Chan cursed and whined at the angelic sight in front of him, “Can I come inside you? Please, please, I want my cum all in you, baby,” his words were broken through his mewls and while you couldn’t respond back in clear words either, you managed to say something in response.

“Come in me,”

And there, he yelped as he spilled himself in sloppy upwards thrust inside your warm now cum-covered walls, that is now slightly dripping out of you the more he thrusts himself to the point of overstimulation, only so you could come with him as well. He whimpers as the feeling was getting overwhelming but thankfully, you followed through with the orgasm as shown by the way you threw your head back and yelped out how good you felt. After coming down, you two panted, you dropped into his chest, him still inside you. He wrapped his arms around your naked figure, looking down at you breathlessly with a smile.

“God, you were so fucking incredible, you know that?”

You only laughed at his comment as you held him even closer, ignoring the warm sensation dripping down your thighs, and closing your eyes as you listened to his heartbeat. You felt his fingers run across your back, making you catch goosebumps and him giggle quietly in response.

“You know, I meant what I said earlier,” You said, eyes still closed and concentrating on his heartbeat.

“I know… and I meant everything I said as well.”

You got up and looked back at Chan, now you two are eye to eye, “I love you so fucking much, Bang Christopher Chan,”

He chuckled as he looked at you endearingly before kissing you on the nose, “and I love you more, (y/f/n).”

[blu-joons]

You Join Him On A V Live ~ Bang Chan

A lump ran down your throat as you watched the screen change on the computer at Chan’s desk, eyes drawn straight away to the number that was everchanging in the corner of the screen, watching it quickly turn to thousands as Chan’s fans all began to switch onto his life.

“Hi, Stay,” Chan smiled, waving to the camera, glancing across at you. “Come on, say hello,” he grinned, noticing you already shying away from him.

“Hi,” you nervously waved, feeling Chan’s hand rest against the top of your leg underneath the table. Your heart was racing as you noticed the comments section quickly filling up too, deciding it was for the best to not take a look through them, letting go of a shaky breath.

Unlike you, Chan was drawn straight away to the comments and began reading through them. He was much more hopeful than you were, relieved to see plenty of mentions of your name, and plenty of compliments to go alongside those mentions too.

“We thought we’d come and say hello and give you guys the chance to get to know Y/N a little bit better too,” Chan told the fans that were watching. “Y/N’s a little nervous, but if you’ve got any good questions that you want to ask, I’m sure we can answer a few.”

“Anything you want to know that embarrasses Chan, let me know.”

His eyes widened as you leant into his side to make sure that you could be seen. A gasp came from him too as you began to influence the fans, seeing plenty of questions come through wanting to know his worst habits or what he was like when he fell asleep at night.

Chan ignored all of them though, refusing to give the fans the chance to get any gossip on him. “How about we answer this one,” he spoke, pointing to one on the screen. “Y/N, what’s your favourite thing about being with Chan.”

“That’s a boring question,” you groaned, nudging gently against Chan’s arm. “Your fans don’t want to know what my favourite thing about being with me is, they want to know something funny.”

“I’m not letting you spill any secrets about living with me,” Chan sniggered, squeezing gently against the top of your leg. “I bet that I can tell you Y/N’s favourite thing about being with me. It’s the fact that she thinks I’m perfect, she couldn’t ask for better.”

Your breath hitched as you looked to Chan in surprise, shaking your head at the smug smile that was on his face. Your eyes rolled as he nodded his head back at you, trying to convince you that somehow, he was right.

“I’ll tell them about your bathroom habits,” you warned him, “you have to be honest to your fans.”

Chan’s smile quickly dropped as he realised how serious you were. “You’re beginning to make me think that suggesting you join me on this live was a bad idea.”

“I’m just giving your fans what they want,” you assured him, pointing back to the screen where they were all watching. “You forget that I used to be in their position, I know all of the things that they want to know, I used to want to know the same.”

A sigh came from Chan as he looked back to the comments section once again. “I think there’s a few people here surprised to hear that you used to be a fan,” he noted, noticing many stunned comments from fans who had no idea.

“I’m the person that you need to know that you should never give up hope when it comes to seeing your dreams come true.”

“You mean your dream to date me?”

“No, I mean my dream to try some of Felix’s brownies, they are just incredible.”

Chan’s eyes rolled as you continued to tease him, with things being only made worse as you continued to catch him out with the fans watching too. He tilted his head back as he let go of a groan, trying his best to tell himself to stop digging himself into hole after hole and giving you the chance to outsmart him.

“Shall I just be quiet and let you talk to the fans instead?” Chan asked you once he brought his head back down to look across at you. “You’re supposed to be making me sound good in front of my fans, not humiliating me,” Chan reminded you, only for your shoulders to shrug.

“The comments seem to suggest that they want otherwise from me you know.”

His head lightly shook as you pointed to a couple more comments that had come up. “Stay, stop encouraging Y/N,” Chan called out, trying his best to stop them from nudging you into sharing more with them, with most of them laughing at how funny the two of you were.

The dynamic between the two of you continued for most of the live as you eventually got around to asking a few questions. Both you and Chan threw each other under the bus a couple of times, but you knew for the sake of his fans that it was worth it, especially as you tried to make sure that you were someone that they liked too.

“Maybe we should think about calling this a day too, we’ve got things to do.”

“Yeah, you’ve got to cook dinner because you lost our bet last night,” you laughed, “fancy telling Stay what you’re cooking me tonight.”

“Shut up,” Chan mumbled, shooting a glare across at you. “They’re not supposed to know how good of a cook I am Y/N.”

Your eyes widened as Chan hyped himself up, the final thing that the two of you had to say before Chan turned to face the screen, finally saying goodbye to the fans so that he could reluctantly go and start dinner for the two of you.

“Thank you for joining us today,” Chan told the fans, waving to the screen as you did the same. “We promise that we won’t leave it so long next time to come and say hello.”

A sigh of relief came from you as the screen cut out, the live coming to an end. You looked to Chan as he did the same, glad that things went much better than you thought they would.

“I think they’re going to become big fans of you too,” Chan proudly smiled across at you, resting his hand against the top of your shoulder. “I really don’t think that that could have gone any better, it seems you gave the fans plenty of giggles by being mean to me.”

“It’s easy getting the fans to like me when I’m able to embarrass you,” you joked, “you should stop giving me so much ammunition you know.”

“You seemed to enjoy yourself too.”

Your head nodded in agreement with Chan, although to begin with you were nervy, you soon found your stride with Chan’s help beside you.

“I definitely think that I could do something like that again,” you encouraged, “and I don’t mean the bit about being mean to you.”

“I’ve got a reputation to uphold,” he joked, “my dignity just took a huge dip thanks to all of the things that you shared.”

“It was worth it though, your fans liked it…and me.”

“That’s the main thing, of course.”

---

Masterlist

[latteseungs]

drunken mishaps : bang chan

repost : it wasn’t appearing in the tags :<

pairing: bang chan x fem!reader genre: exes au, college au, smut  — ft. minsung word count: 4.6k warnings: nsfw, mentions of alcohol, unprotected sex, oral (m.), deepthroating, creampie, nicknames (baby girl, babe, baby, etc), explicit language slight soft dom!chan, slight overstimulation, only edited once it might still have corrections, probably most of this is self indulgent dksndk   — please tell me if i missed anything

✦ 。summary: drunk texting your ex is embarrassing, but kinda normal. drunk tweeting your ex’s sister that her brother is hot? yeah, that’s another level of embarrassing.

taglist:  @drrramaaaqweeen,  @kaigoldenskin <3 📓 .ﾟ𓂃 masterlist | click here for my taglist feedback is always welcome! reblogs are very much appreciated <3

"I SAID WHAT?!" you almost jumped out of bed. your best friend, jisung, was breaking down all the shit you did last night when you were shit face drunk.

"i can't believe you don't remember," he laughed, grabbing your phone to open it like it was his. he went through your apps as you questioned your whole sanity.

jisung was just telling you about how you replied to the tweet of your ex's sister, hannah. jisung said you were slurring all sentences that came out of your mouth except for, "oh my god, he is so hot." little did they know you were talking about your ex, chan.

"here, take a look at it for yourself." jisung gestured for you to catch your phone, and you did. you sucked in a breath before looking at the screen.

"i am officially not leaving my apartment," you said as your buried yourself in your blankets. "just tie to my bed, ji. please don't let me ever see the light of day aga— hey! ow!"

"stop whining!" he laughed, grabbing the pillow he used to throw you with. grabbing your blanket, your bed hair and empty eyes were revealed. you felt like it was the end of your days. how would you show your face in public now? multiple scenarios popped in your head of the possibilities that might unfold after this. knowing bang chan, it's either he would get it into his head or act all innocent, pretending like he didn't know anything. but then again, you haven't seen him for over six months. it's not like you would be seeing him anytime soon.

you spoke too soon. there he was the next day. standing in all his glory, smile and dimples and all that. you dated the man for over three years, yet he still exudes such charm that you can't help but admire. he was so charismatic that it slapped you in the face. it doesn't help that he's really, really attractive and hot.

you started to feel the sweat on your forehead, not expecting to see him at university... at all. he was studying practically on the other side of the world. why would he be here? you tried to take in breaths, but you probably looked stupid getting nervous over nothing.

"what is happening? why do you look like a hyperventilating ice cream?" jisung mentioned as he brushed off a fallen leaf over minho, his boyfriend. minho, being the human cat that he is, was instantly irritated by the astray leaf.

"excuse me, a what?"

"i said what i said. a hyperventilating ice cream," he said as he handed you a tissue.

"you're sweating like you just did a coffee run to the farthest coffee shop in the city," he helped you tap the sweat beads that started to fall to your neck. you continued to breathe erratically, the thought of your ex-boyfriend haunting you like a nightmare.

all the snide remarks and comments you were preparing in your thoughts were thankfully not used because chan didn't even take a look in your direction. thank god. you couldn't afford to get humiliated again for the second time this week. he was walking in the opposite direction with the people he was chatting with; that was when you could finally feel your lungs working again.

"you look like you saw a ghost," minho mentioned, crumpling all the used tissue into the trash. "is this about the thing you replied to hannah on twitter?" he asked casually as if it's the most mundane thing in the world.

you looked at him with wide eyes. how did he even get to know about that? you swear you immediately deleted the tweet before it even gained more numbers. you didn't think much of the few people who already saw it, but you were sure damage control was done.

"how did you know about that?"

"i think the better question is, who doesn't know about that?"

here's the thing. you and chan were a pretty public couple. since chan has a lot of friends and friendship groups, many people know you and know you were together. aside from the fact that he's well known in university for his undeniably good looks, and sweet personality, dating him was a big deal. more so now when everyone knew you guys broke up after a few years.

slumped on the bench beside minho, you took in deep breaths. you started thinking of an escape plan from all the gossip and embarrassment, especially now that chan is back in town. "i think it's better to see a ghost right now than to see bang chan himself."

"bang chan? he's already here? i thought he was arriving next week," jisung said casually as he checked the calendar on his watch. minho started to nudge him, signaling him that he slipped words he shouldn't have said in front of you.

he knew? and he didn't even give you a heads up that your ex— your first-ever boyfriend— was coming back in town. you gave jisung a look of disbelief, and him knowing you very well, reacted immediately. he put his hands in front of you, eyes wide.

"hey, hey. before you say anything and before you go yelling at me for not telling you, i genuinely thought he was arriving next week, okay!" he said, slowly getting the strap of his backpack from beside you. he was so ready to escape from your wrath.

"you could have at least given me a heads up the second you knew!"

"yeah, about that," jisung paused. you saw minho from your peripheral vision shaking his head profusely at his boyfriend, signaling jisung to not tell you. but jisung sighed, knowing he may not have balls if he said it too late. "chan hyung is also coming to the pool party tomorrow." he turned his body from you, bracing from the impact of smacks on him, and received them he did. minho just laughed at his poor boyfriend from behind.

you were definitely fucked.

"please know that i will never forgive you for this," you said to jisung without looking at him. you both entered the rather huge home of seo changbin. if it wasn't changbin's birthday party, you wouldn't have come at all, knowing chan would be here. but since changbin is a close friend of yours that would totally hold grudges that you weren't present during the anniversary of his birth, you practically had no choice but to drag yourself there.

speak of the devil himself, changbin's face lit up when he saw you enter and instantly gave you a bear of a hug. "i almost thought you wouldn't come!" he exclaimed, surprisingly not smelling like alcohol like every other body in here.

"to be fair, you would probably have me in a body bag by tomorrow if i wasn't here right now," you joked, returning his hug.

changbin invited you and jisung outside to the pool, where everything was set up. lights, dj, bar, everything. it wasn't a seo changbin party if it wasn't as extravagant as this.

in an instant, your eyes darted to chan by the bar. you saw him so fast like he had a spotlight on him. but no, he was just there being his charming self in his usual black tank top and shorts. he was talking with a few friends and some women that were probably gushing over him. everyone was always all over chan. you honestly couldn't blame them though.

you settled with jisung on the table where minho was already sitting, chatting with another girl. you think her name was sana, but you couldn't really remember. you swear you saw her before, but you weren't really good with faces and names.

an hour and a few drinks in, you learned that her name was really sana. she looked like a living doll, and her laugh was absolutely contagious. you honestly couldn't remember where you discovered her name, but you happily talked with her.

the party was still roaring from inside and outside the house. surprisingly enough, only a few people were in the pool, and most were at the tables drinking and dancing. you did you best to avoid looking in chan's way for the past hour, trying not to even have the slightest eye contact with him. you just prayed that he doesn't know that you're in the same party to keep your chances higher of steering away from him.

sana offered you another glass to drink. this was probably your third, but you swore to yourself not to drink more than you can. "do you have a special someone?" she asked.

"no, not really," you gulped the drink she handed in one go. "it's still a few months since i broke up with a long-time boyfriend."

and just like lights during the holidays, sana's face instantly lit up at your answer. it was like a lightbulb was turned on in her head. "perfect! i've been sensing that you're a perfect match for someone i know," she exclaimed, quickly standing up from the table.

you also excused yourself, deciding that you wanted to go for a swim. you swiftly made your way to the nearest bathroom to get changed— of course, again, praying not to accidentally bump into a certain someone. when you came back to your table, you saw sana dragging non-other than that certain someone himself.

"oh, y/n! there you are," she said excitedly as she retained her relatively firm grip on chan's forearm. "chan, this is y/n. y/n this is chan. he's the guy i was telling you you were a good match for!"

a beat passed by. you were standing there awkwardly, in your bikini and all. you chewed on your lip, not knowing how to react as you fidgeted with the clothes you wore earlier. should you mention to sana that he was the guy you broke up with? should you pretend that you don't know him? but before you could even think of an answer, bang chan had already reached his hand out when sana nudged him on his side.

"it's nice to see you again," he said, handing out his hand for you to shake, but all you can think about is no, it was not nice seeing him again. not after that tweet.

"how are you" not good. no good at all. you answered mentally to yourself, but "i'm okay" was what came out with a forced smile on your face. you were praying for this interaction to end as soon as possible. you dread the moment he would even acknowledge that he saw the tweet. but for a fleeting second, you saw his eyes roam your body in a brisk.

"you already know each other?" sana asked, gesturing between the two of you.

"yeah, sana, he's the ex-boyfriend i was talking to you about," you said, almost not wanting to speak over the music. you just begged that she heard what you said, not wanting to repeat yourself in front of chan. but from the looks of it, she did listen and looked at chan for confirmation.

chan nodded his head, scratching the back of his neck, "yes, noona. she was my girlfriend when i was still studying with you in japan."

sana's eyes widened and quickly said sorry, which you laughed off. and that's when it also clicked for you. that's where you got to know here name. chan mentioned her, an old friend of his that he was staying with in japan. sadly, you didn't get to know her more because you and chan parted ways after a few months he was there.

"i really am sorry, y/n," she said genuinely. you immediately brushed her off, saying that it was really nothing and no harm was done anyway. sana motioned for her and chan to leave already, but chan halted and looked back at you. his gaze felt like he had you all under his trap.

"i saw your tweet, by the way." everything froze. your brain stopped functioning on the spot. if being exes were a game, chan was surely winning by a landslide. "thanks for the compliment," he smirked. never in your life did you beg the ground to open and swallow you whole right then and there. before you could even bat an eyelash, he was already walking to the bar with sana.

it has been a few hours, but your eyes still can't get off of bang chan himself, even after the teasing he did earlier. it's been so long since you last saw him in person. the last time you talked to him was the breakup you never imagined. it was a mess. feelings and words are carelessly thrown at each other. to make it worse, it was all through texts. no calls, no visits, just pure words. you hat reliving it with every being of you because you felt like you made the wrong decision of cutting things off with him.

it was funny how you always imagine how you're going to meet him again after you called it quits. you always thought that you'd be better, at least emotionally stable. but a pang in your chest was definitely there the first time you laid eyes on him again yesterday. all efforts trying to forget him were abruptly thrown out the window. you were back to square one.

a few moments later, ear-splitting squeals were heard from the bar, even on top of the loud music. you saw hyunjin, shaker in hand, spilling drinks all over the counter. some— well, most of it— got thrown on chan's shirt. chan being chan, simply laughed it off. he lifted his tank top, revealing his toned stomach in full display. someone handed him a towel to wipe all the supposed-to-be cocktails that were now on his skin. he bit his top while cleaned up, and you can't help but mentally drool at the sight.

as your eyes traveled practically at every crevice of chan's abs, you saw him turn his eyes in your direction. as if the world doesn't hate you enough, of course, he saw you practically gawking at him openly. the same cocky smirk you saw earlier was back on his lips as his tank top was still in his mouth.

you immediately swam in the opposite direction of the bar area, feeling your blood rush up to your face. you dipped your head in the rather peaceful pool needing a cooldown. you sat on the steps on the farthest part of the pool, taking in breaths and closing your eyes.

it's been quite a few months, but you can't deny that chan still had the same effect on you when you first met him. the eyes, the dimples, that fucking smile. it was almost impossible to get over that man. he was too good to you.

"did you have fun gawking at me?" you heard an all too familiar voice from beside you.

you groaned, your moments of peace already getting disrupted by the person you're trying to get away from in the first place.

"did you actually follow me here just to boost your ego even more?" you didn't try to hide your annoyance anymore. you sure knew he just wanted to parade him winning over you through this terrible breakup.

"a bit more of a boost won't hurt," he said, lightly splashing water on you.

"as if you weren't the one checking me out earlier," you quipped, adjusting how you sat on the pool's steps and stretching your body. bang chan reacted almost immediately when you drew out your legs. his eyes trailed on your thighs before looking back at you rapidly. you lightly raised an eyebrow at that.

"there you go again," you commented, fully laughing at him.

"sorry," he said sheepishly, scratching his nape. "it may or may not be from the shots," he quietly laughed, swimming until he leaned his back on the pool wall. you looked at him questioningly, genuinely curious about when he started drinking. he never drank when you were both together, not even socially. you always thought he really didn't like the taste of alcohol.

bang chan, as if reading the question right from your face, chuckled. "yeah, i kinda drink a bit now." he confessed, looking away from you and into the pool.

"hey, there's nothing wrong with drinking," you shrugged. "i mean, as long as you don't drink as much as i do up to the point that i'd tweet something to my ex's sister."

he laughed, his eyes getting brighter from the pool's reflection. "it wasn't as bad as you think," he said, splashing more water on you, causing you to move away from him. you were utterly dripping from your upper body now. you were honestly a bit irritated, but you enjoyed the view of chan following how you tried your best to wipe the droplets from your chest and stomach. you can feel his eyes burning right through your chest, and you would be lying if you said you didn't like the attention.

"bang christopher chan, are you seriously checking me out right in front of me?" you lightly smacked his shoulder. it looked like you brought him out of a trance, his eyes returning to their normal shade as he looked at you.

you have no idea what came over you. as a lightweight, maybe it was the drinks talking, but you can't believe what you said next. "you know, we never had the chance to do a post-break-up hook-up kind of thing."

chan couldn't believe his ears. he was about to laugh; outrageous how those words were coming from you. but when he looked at you, you were waiting expectantly, as if wanting a serious answer. he cleared his throat, "i think it's because this is the first time i've been home for over a year."

you hummed at that. "what do you think about trying it out?" do you have no filter or something? was that really the tiny amount of alcohol in your blood, or do you really want him that much? it may be a combination of both, but probably mostly the latter option.

chan made his way beside you. you were now both on the pool's steps, bodies unbelievably close to each other. your breath began to hitch when his face started getting inching to yours. "are you hitting on me, y/n?" chan challenged, his voice only above a whisper with the way he's so close to you.

"maybe," you teased, whispering back at him, staring intently. you wanted to get a reaction out of him, and his adam's apple bobbing up and down his neck was good enough. his previously sparkling eyes were now dark and full of lust, his face slowly inching closer and closer until he reached your ear.

"do you know how much i have been staring at you earlier, even before you revealed that fucking sexy bikini you're wearing?" he sighed, his hot breath fanning your skin. goosebumps instantly traveled throughout your whole body. a feeling from between your legs started to get the best of you.

with all the confidence you had in you, you grabbed his chin lightly to make him look at you. "i think you would like it better when it's off of me." and as if you timed it, the thin strap of your top slowly grazed down your shoulder.

"fuck." he stood up from the pool and offered a hand. "let's get out of here."

chan led you through the crowd swiftly and then into one of the many rooms in changbin's mansion of a house. he caged you to the wall immediately after he closed the door, one arm wrapped tightly around your waist as he devoured your lips. he tasted so familiar yet so new.

he kissed you, down to your neck, then down to your chest. you ran your fingers through his now fading orange hair, which was surprisingly fitting for him. he always loved changing his hair colors, even when you were dating. your favorite was probably blonde or silver on him, but light orange? you weren't complaining.

"can i touch you," chan mumbled to your lips in between kisses. you gave him a quick nod, biting his lower lip slowly, which made him release a low groan.

"use your words, baby girl," he said, creating a distance between your faces as he looked at you, that smirk still dawning on his face.

you quirked an eyebrow at him, "still big on the dominance thing, i see," you gave him kitten licks on the side of his neck, your arms gripping his biceps to balance yourself. chan may be the sweetest person you knew, but he was definitely not that person inside the bedroom. that was a different conversation.

"please touch me, daddy," you breathed when you reached his ears. with that, you were met with a fiery groan from chan, obviously satisfied and driven.

he hastily lifted you up against the wall, your legs wrapped around his torso, making you feel his rather hard length on your inner thigh. he kissed you with so much hunger that it made you dizzy. his tongue exploring your mouth as his hand gripped your tit, your bikini top now strayed across the floor.

chan was absolutely intoxicated by you at that moment. the way you moaned softly, the way you touched and tugged at him, the way you grazed your hands on his neck and arms. you were absolutely addicting to him, but he craved for more. he slightly pinched your hardening nipple, earning a gasp from you. you felt your core twist and dripping wet from the action. gripping his toned peck, you moaned. "just fuck me already."

nothing... nothing in your head at the moment but pure pleasure and desire for your ex-boyfriend. you felt him slowly laying your back on the bed, carefully hovering over you, but his lips never left yours. your brain wasn't processing if you would regret any of this after, but you definitely missed him.

a hand now above your bikini, chan slowly pushed it to the side, revealing your throbbing and wet cunt. with an excruciatingly slow pace, he ran his fingers through your clit, then down to your opening, tracing circles on it. he gingerly let a finger in, savoring the wetness of your hot cunt.

"fuck, why are you so wet already?" chan grumbled, enjoying how his finger felt inside you. he pushed another digit in, earning a loud moan from your wet lips. you felt like you were going to release right then and there when he started picking up his pace. he knew exactly where to hit, and you were losing it.

like a prayer, you constantly chanted his name along with curses and a series of 'don't stop' or 'you're so good,' you felt the familiar knot in your stomach, you eyes closed from pure bliss. you couldn't feel your fast-approaching orgasm when chan suddenly removed his fingers from your needy cunt. you couldn't help but whine at the loss of contact. when you looked back up at him, he was on his knees, pumping himself, and you swear you saw stars.

sitting up, you immediately sucked his cock, devouring every inch. god, you always loved giving him blow jobs. you love hearing his pants and ragged breathing just from sucking him off. from muscle memory, he placed his palm on the back of your head and forced you down to his cock until you felt like gagging. a deep moan left his lips, and you swear you haven't heard anything better in your life.

gaining confidence from the sounds leaving his lips, you motioned the both of you down on the bed. you positioned yourself on top of him, his cock just right at your throbbing entrance. he was surprised at the sudden turn of events, but the raise of his eyebrows looked like he encouraged you.

chan held you in place as he asked, "wait. do you have a condom?"

you almost scoffed at him, "that didn't stop us before; why would we stop now?" with that answer, chan felt like rolling his eyes to the back of his head. he didn't think that fucking you raw was still on the plate.

without warning, you sat on him, his cock fully stretching you. "fucking hell, baby girl," chan groaned, eyes closing from the pleasure of feeling your pussy around him again. no words left your lips, you haven't even moved, but you already felt fucked out. he was huge, and the way his face was contorted in ecstasy is so fucking hot to you.

you slowly went up and down, and chan almost cried out from how tight and snug you are around him. "you have no idea how good you feel," he said in moans, his hands fully grasping both of your breasts as you bounced on his dick. chan couldn't help himself. he put one tit inside his mouth, tongue swirling on your hardened nipple as he continued to grope the other.

gripping your hips, chan suddenly flipped you over. your whole body is now down on the soft sheets. "i hope you can still walk after this, babe," he grunted before ramming himself from behind you. you didn't care if anyone heard you, you didn't care if anyone suddenly came in, but you screamed his name.

"fuck! fuck. chan, baby, don't stop, please," you stumbled on your words as chan thrusts hard and deep. his grip on your waist grew tighter, pants louder, and you could feel the familiar rise of your orgasm again.

slightly raising your ass from the bed, chan let out a string of curses. "i'm so close," he breathed out. making it absolutely pleasurable for the both of you, you started to meet his thrusts. the sounds of skin slapping against skin were so erotic, so hot, you almost didn't want to stop.

every fiber in you felt overwhelming, pleasure running through the course of your veins. chan snaked a hand to your wet pussy, his hand circling on your clit, making you scream his name again. "chan, i'm gonna cum."

"cum, darling, cum on my cock while i fuck you." his thrusts are getting sloppier but still deep, hitting your g-spot every time.

your walls squeeze around him as your felt your orgasm approach, and it was overwhelming for chan, too. "baby, where do you want it?" he said in between groans, fingers still going at it on your clit.

"inside."

"fuck, you're gonna drive me insane, y/n," as soon as he said that, you were both releasing. both your moans overlapping each other as you both reached your highs. chan still continued to fuck his cum in you, your core starting to throb in overstimulation. once he slowed down, he carefully pulled his length from inside you. semen dripping from your cunt, he can't help but feel divine at the sight.

"i was right," you said after finally settling down. chan was getting the conveniently placed wet wipes on the nightstand as he gently wiped the mess he made on you. he simply hummed in question.

"hannah's brother is so hot."

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author's note: if you made it up to this point, thank you, and i love you sknds this took so long to write because i was swaped at uni but the amount of love i already got for this from the teaser was jaw dropping. t__t i hope it made it up to your expectations! i was planning for this to be a bit longer but dksndks

edit: i hope this finally appears in the tags 😭