#lee chan svt

[lololololchips]

helloo!!! ur boyfriend texts are so good omg, was wondering if u could make one for dino or hoshi.. 😅😅 thank u

here you go hehe i picked dino:)

Lee Chan || boyfriend texts with dino!

genre: smau, idol!bf, one shot texts, fluff

warnings: cursing, fem pronouns

[asterrrific]

lee chan x reader

Idk what to title this

Dino x reader (ft. 95z)

Warnings: none, just loads of fluff

unedited so i apologize for any grammatical errors or whatever. i made this bc a sudden idea came to me🥹

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It was around 1am when y/n felt herself sway in her seat.

Books, answersheets, pens, sticky notes, her laptop, and a variety of snacks to keep her awake but failed were scattered at desk. It was the last week of the first semester and she's trying to rush all of her academic backlogs.

Such is the life of a senior student leader with other commitments. Always the last to catch up with academic requirements and classes because of her duties.

She shook herself awake, forcing her hand to continue writing. Her eyes were drooping, but she persevered.

"Get it together, y/n. One last chapter THEN you can go to bed." she willed herself.

But she's been staying up for weeks now. Dark circles are more than evident under her eyes. She's lost weight as well, and she's been easily stressed nowadays.

So it was hard to battle sleep.

"Bub?" came a familiar voice. Normally, she'd get excited and awake whenever she hears the endearment, but tonight, she's a dead man.

Chan cups her cheeks gently, stilling her from swaying in her seat as she battled sleep. His eyes strayed to her paper, words not evident, but random squiggles she perhaps thought were answers.

"Baby, you're not even writing answers anymore." He chuckles lightly as he takes away the pen from her hand. Y/n tries to grab it back... weakly.

"No, I can make it... I'm almost thereeee." she whines, eyes half closed, trying to reach for her pen. Chan keeps one hand on her cheek while the other puts the pen away.

"Y/N Baby, it's been three weeks. You've been busy since the start of the month. Your body is probably hating you right now. Let me take care of you please?" Chan gently prods, almost whispering.

Y/n and Chan's friends have all been concerned about her state. She's NEVER had decent sleep since the start of the month, BARELY eats her meals and snacks on time, and RARELY goes out with them.

It worried them so much that even Chan excuses himself from practices earlier than the rest now so he could monitor y/n.

"But I need all these. I wanted all these." she counters.

"I know, bub, and I appreciate that and I'm so so proud of you... but what's the whole point of achieving all these if you're gonna lose yourself in the process, hmm?"

At this, y/n's eyes flutter open, now aware of where this is going.

She knows damn well that he's right. But she just can't help but panic sometimes, knowing that the rest of her classmates have already submitted theirs and she's probably the last one left, although she's been given a grace period.

"Let's go to bed, please? It's already Sunday. We can sleep in. You can get some rest, and I'll be with you since we won't have practice. We can do anything you want except these academics. Please, baby? Have time for yourself too?" Chan barters. He tries his best at making puppy eyes at y/n, hoping his aegyo would work on her like it does with his hyungs.

Y/n sighs as she leans her forehead on Chan's. He closes his eyes and nuzzles his nose gently on to hers, then giving it a small kiss later.

"Whatchu think, bub? Like my proposal?"

"Fine, you win. But only because I'm so so drained now. How do you do it, Channie? How do you get things done and not get guilty and tired at all?" she asks, eyes closed.

"Who told you I don't get tired and guilty? I do. I just don't show it that much." He admits.

"Why though?"

"Because I don't want to worry any of you guys."

Y/N looks at Chan, his eyes on hers, his hands finding their way back to her cheek.

"I've learned to handle myself earlier on because of the nature of my career. And the hyungs helped me a lot too. If you'll allow me, I can help you work that out as well. Because I love you and I am concerned and I want to take care of you the way you derserve to." he lovingly explains.

Y/n smiles sleepily, allowing her whole body to lose its tension. She drops forward to surrender to Chan, who giggles on the floor as he catches her.

"There's my baby girl." he coos, as he sits up, caressing her hair carefully. She snuggles closer to him.

"Oh my God, I've been craving this for a whole week. I really DO deserve this." she exclaims, making Chan laugh lovingly.

He adjusts to carry her towards their shared bedroom in y/n's apartment. Gently, he lays her down before climbing in after her. Y/n immediately attaches herself to him the minute he settles in.

Chan lets y/n lay her head on his chest. He showers her head with little kisses while he rubbed random shapes on her back, lulling her to sleep.

"We'll talk more in the morning bubs. Get some rest, hmm?" Chan says, grabbing a blanket to tuck them both in.

"Mmkay..." y/n sleepily agrees.

Chan was about to close his eyes when his phone rings. A call.

"Hello-?"

"WHERE'S THE UPDATE, CHILD? IT'S BEEN TEN MINUTES. ARE YOU HOME YET?" comes Seungcheol's prodding voice. Apparently, because of his worry for Y/N, Chan forgot to update his hyungs who were still probably hanging out together after practice.

"Sorry, hyung." Chan fumbles, as he sets the call on video, showing y/n on his chest, hoping it'd serve as an explanation.

"You got us worried here you know? How can we have ber when- Oh my God, am I seeing this correctly?" asks the older male.

Chan chuckles as he brings the phone back to his face.

"Yep. She almost fell from her seat when I came in. That's why I wasn't able to call. Sorry."

"No, it's okay. What's important is she's getting rest now goddamn... she's hard to take care of sometimes. Proud of you for being patient with her, Lee Chan." Seungcheol salutes from the other side.

"Did I hear right?" Comes Jeonghan's voice as he and Joshua comes into the picture. The three eldest are like real brothers to Chan and even y/n. They worry for them like real siblings would, that's why Chan can always go home earlier than the rest, so he can care for y/n too.

And when y/n is with them, they surround her protectively, along with the other members especially when they're out, since fans can get really pushy sometimes.

"Finally, she's getting sleep. I hope tomorrow we can go out too." Joshua sighs.

"Nope. I promised her we can sleep in and we'll do whatever we want- except those freaking acads."

"Then maybe we could go there instead? We'd bring snacks for her and whatever else she needs. Tell her in the morn-"

Joshua and the other boys stop when they all saw y/n stir in her sleep. Chan immediately caressed her hair to lull her back.

"Channie?" she blinks, trying to lift herself away from him. The boys on the screen signal him to end the call and just message instead but y/n sees them.

"Oh..." she starts as her eyes adjust to the screen.

"Heyyy, y/n! We were just checking in. Go back to sleep." Seungcheol smiles.

Still really tired and sleep drunk, y/n hums. Chan smiles as he helps her lie back down.

"We'll message tomorrow Chan. Get some sleep too. It's been a long day." Seungcheol orders, his leadership shining through the older brother figure that Chan sees in him.

Chan does a salute as the call ends. He puts the phone on dnd on the bed side table and snuggles lower to cuddle with y/n, already going deeper in her sleep.

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The next morning, Chan wakes up first. Y/N is no longer on him, but is still asleep soundly next to his chest. Her arms wrapped around his middle while her legs tangled with his. He blinks as rays of light sneaks through the blinds, and smiles as his eyes start to focus on the sleeping beauty next to him.

Gently, he carefully carressed her face, using his finger to trace out her freckles that he loved.

Y/n hums and stirs, and Chan freezes for a second. Slowly like a cat basking in daylight, she stretches, hitting Chan's chin on the process.

This was enough to wake her up.

"Oh gosh, I'm so sorry Channie." she goes, caressing the spot she just hit.

Chan laughs it off as he catches her hands, kissing them both gently.

"It's good morning first before that, my love." He says, pulling her close and settling his lips to the top of her head. With a contented sigh, he inhales her scent like his morning coffee.

"Good morning, bub." she giggles. It was music to his ears.

"Good morning, bub. How was your sleep?" He asks, brushing her hair away from her face and tucking strays behind her ear.

"It was good. Really good. I think I dreamed of the oppas..."

Chan laughs loudly at this, his laugh tickling y/n's ears. God, how she loved his laugh.

"It wasn't a dream, my love. They called last night and you saw them." he explains, pinching her cheeks softly then booping her nose.

He was overflowing with love for her so early in the morning, and he couldn't stop himself. Especially now that y/n has finally gotten some rest that she so much deserved.

"Oh they did? So they're coming over?"

"Uh huh. Later in the afternoon."

Y/n reaches over to Chan's side, where her phone was also placed. He gently holds on to her waist as she lifted herself on top of him.

"It's 9am..." she announces.

"Wanna have breakfast? Or brunch?"

"Uhm... I still kinda wanna sleep more." she admits sheepishly as she sinks back to her place besides Chan.

"Then let's sleep more."

"How about the guys?" she worries. "We might oversleep. How are we gonna prepare?"

"Well, I could tell them to come for dinner instead so we could still have more time to sleep and prepare after. What do you think, bub?" he asks, pulling her close.

Y/n takes her time to answer, and stays silent. It fooled Chan into thinking she fell back to sleep.

He was about to snuggle closer and go back to sleep when suddenly, y/n jerks up, her head hitting the same spot on Chan's chin she already hit earlier.

"Owwwww" they both say in unison.

"I'm so so so sorry bubby." She frantically says, laughing. "I was going to try to kiss you!" she worries.

"Double that then." he teases her, tending to his aching chin.

Y/n caresses the spot, then kisses it. She then locks eyes with Chan.

"You can hit my chin one million times and I'd still be head over heels for you after." he whispers.

"I'll kiss all your pain away a million times more then." she whispers back.

"Why are you whispering?"

"Because you just did. Why ARE we whispering?" she giggles. Chan sighs.

Gently, he grabs her face in his hands, and softly lands a kiss to her forehead.

He stayed there for a bit, savoring the moment. Y/n closes her eyes and runs her hands on Chan's arms, enjoying the vulnerability and sweetness of the moment.

"I love you-" they say in unison again, after Chan breaks off. They laugh again.

This time, it was y/n's turn.

As they giggled at their antics, she pulled Chan by the collar of his shirt, and gently crashed her lips on his. It took him by surprise, but he quickly adjusts, burrying his hands into her hair and softly playing with them as he returned the kiss.

"God, I love you." He speaks first as they broke it off to catch their breaths. He peppers her face with little kisses, making her smile.

"I love you..." she replies, kissing the top of his nose in return. Chan pulls her back to his chest. His heartbeat drumming loudly, lulling her back to sleep after all the fluff.

"Go back to sleep, my love. We've got a lot of time." he tells her. Y/n nods, loving every moment of her rest. Her deadlines flying out of her thoughts.

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a/n: guyyyyys it's been so long since i last wrote something here😭 uni has been so stressful lately. Maybe that's why I wrote this in this light and theme. I badly need a Dino in my life too.

Anyways, I want to write more😭 someone give me prompts or something.

And as always, if you loved this as much as I loved writing it, please leave a comment or reblog so other people would see my works too🥹👉🏻👈🏻🤍

lot's of love,

aster🫡

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Wait

Synopsis: In which dino tells you to wait but you can't anymore so you spill everything out in a very messy drunk confession. tags: fluff and a bit of angst? pairings: lee chan x reader A/N: im writing this a day before but by the time i release this fic it would prob be around 2pm my timezone? well anyways dont forget abt lee chan's solo!!!! make sure to go stream at 6pm kst!!

In Chan's defense, he never knew how bad of a drinker you were. He should've known better than to accept your eager invitation to drink at a bar for your 21th birthday. But we all could regret decisions later. So now here he was, in your apartment, somehow, with your head rested on his lap.

It should've been a miracle on how he even made it here with your stumbling figure threatening to fall at any time, while he grabbed your hand to sling it across his body. A horrible idea indeed.

"you good?' He asked as you both made it to his apartment as he helped you take off your shoes.

"mmh.. want more." You replied and poor chan was trying to figure out what you wanted, since he was usually the one always getting taken care of when he was drunk.

"want more what? y/n?" He asked before placing you on the couch.

"want you.." You muttered barely being able to open your eyes.

"w-what?" He asked taking a seat beside you as he moved your head from the couch to his lap.

"want you chan.." you said as tears started falling out of your eyes. Great, an emotional drunk.

"hey hey, dont cry, i'm here." He said using his thumb to gently swipe off the tears on your face trying his best to comfort you.

"dont wanna wait, wanna have you" you muttered out sobbing as dino tried to hush you like you were precious.

"channie, remember the time you asked me what i wanted for my birthday? I think i know now." You said trying to choke back tears.

"and what is it dear?" He replied unconsciously blurting out the petname.

"you chan. all I want is you. I can't wait, I need you." You said sobbing as he comforted you, stroking your hair as he placed a soft kiss to your cheek.

"you already have me baby." He whispered into your ears leaning down to press a kiss to your lips.

"want you forever and ever.." You muttered before finally drifting off.

"ill always be yours." He said smiling as he saw your sleeping form rested on his lap. He quickly set you down gently as you grumbled feeling the hard couch instead of chan's lap.

"its okay baby, im getting you a blanket." He said gently as he went to his room grabbing his blanket and placing it on top of you as he snuck back onto his original position.

"sweet dreams.." he said before falling asleep himself. Yep, he was definitely going to save the awkward conversation for tomorrow.

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spin the bottle (M) MINORS DNI

pairing: lee chan x fem!reader

genre: fluff, soulmate au

warnings: smut, consumption of alcohol, cursing, kissing, oral male receiving, pet names, aftercare, lowercase post, drunk people/tipsy people, choking

word count: 2.7k

an: got this idea and decided to write it out in commemoration for my 500 followers and my 300th post on here,, tagging @dinosbestie because she gave me the confidence to make this idea into a short fic.

soulmate ; a person ideally suited to another as a close friend or romantic partner.

soulmate bond ; they share emotions, being able to feel what the other is feeling. they find out they are soulmates with a shock of waves sent through the first time upon contact.

in this case, you would say you were both. chan was practically your best friend for life. well how you became soulmates? it's less complicated than you think it is, really. in summary, you went to the same university. and it really was fate that you were put in the same class for the semester.

"alright, please introduce and pair yourselves up that person would be your partner for the term," your lecturer announced. students got up from their seats and swarmed around their other friends or even their already found soulmates.

suddenly the door at the bottom at the room slams open, "sorry i'm late! i kinda got lost." your lecturer takes a glance around the room. "oh i see everybody is paired up....oh! err.." he takes a glance at the boy next to him. "i'm lee chan sir." "alright how about you take a seat next to y/n, i don't think she has a partner. you nod as you take your bag off the vacant seat next to you.

'woah...he's hot...' your eyes widen when his features become clearer. his brown hair perfectly complementing his skin tone with the casual outfit he was using. "hi nice to meet you!" he chirps. "nice to meet you too." you smile kindly before focusing back on the lesson

you did not realize that you were soulmates that easily though, although your feelings were linked, you did not expect for his heart beating rapidly too when he saw you. hence, no suspicion when you felt your heart race.

however, when being paired up for work, there would somehow be some skin contact right..? but you found out that you were soulmates in the most unusual way possible. dropping your pen under the desk till it rolled to the area near him, he picks it up and passes it to you. your fingers barely touched his hand. you felt sparks tingle at the tips of your fingers. and that was it. the gasp that left your mouth and the way chan's eyes widened at the contact. you knew you were meant for each other.

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"hey babe, wanna go to a party tonight at mingyu's place? the guys are gathering with a few others." shrugging, you reply "sure, i don't mind" "ughh i hate the fact that we are keeping the soulmate thing a secret from the otherss"  chan complains. "i mean we've agreed on it since the start. anyways its only for a few hours, we can cuddle when we get back. deal?" you challenge. nodding his head, chan replies, "deal."

"heyy!!" mingyu opens the door to his home, he was using a tight fitting black shirt that highlighted his built muscles. his glasses hanging at the tip of his nose. there was a strong scent of alcohol that reeked from him. there were faint sounds from the speaker further in the room. chan lets you go in first, being the gentleman that he is.

"make yourselves at home, and help yourselves to the beer in the fridge." mingyu comments before slinging his arm around the closest girl next to him. "he's so going to be wasted tonight." chan sighs.

walking into the living room and seeing your familiar faces as well as some others you have never even seen before. they all had cups or cans in their hands. either swaying to the music or totally drunk and all over other people. "i thought you said 'a few others' chan." you try and scream over the blaring music in the room. "it's kim mingyu, i mean what do you expect." nodding your head in agreement, you make your way to socialize with others.

you could tell chan kept an eye on those you communicated with. making sure they did not touch you anywhere. he was so close to putting his arm around your waist and pulling you close to him. in his opinion, you could've used a looser dress. yes, he bought this dress for you but the way it hugged your curves that was only supposed for him to see made him even more protective. seeing how your hips sway with every step made him tightly shut his eyes and regret even looking. it wasn't really the right time to get hard.

walking up the stairs after mingyu told you two that a couple people would be gathering in one of the bedrooms. well, he didn't specify which one but you clearly avoided the ones with loud moans and banging. reaching the door right at the end of the corridor, turning the handle hoping to not walk into the wrong room.

the first thing you see is a tipsy soonyoung standing on the bed dancing to the nonexistent music "HEYY CHAN AND Y/N- I THINK IM FALLING OOOO-" soonyoung fell backwards, nearly hitting the bed frame. he sighs contently before grabbing the nearest pillow and hugging it until he dozed off. "hey guys, we're just waiting for mingyu if he even comes before another girl gets to him." letting out a laugh, you and chan decided to part ways and talk to others.

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"wohoo let's get the game started." mingyu danced his way to the middle of the room before placing the soju bottle in his hand on the floor. "wait nobody told me we're playing spin the bottle." you whisper to joshua. "ah no worries, i mean we all haven't found our soulmates so its all just casual," he smiles. "yeah...casual.." you say under your breath.

"well wanna start from the oldest? there's loads of us here so lets go one round only?" seungkwan says. "yah. you're only sabotaging me at this point," seungcheol sulks but proceeds to spin the bottle. there were about 5 girls and the 13 of the boys. so that makes you the second last to go. when the bottle ends up on jeonghan, his eyes go wide. he quickly goes towards jeonghan and places a peck on his lips before removing any remains from the kiss in his mouth by gulping down a newly opened can of alcohol.

"oh let me add a rule, if the bottle ends up on somebody of the other gender, it ain't gonna be just a peck like that. how about kissing the person for 5 minutes sound?" jeonghan states with a proud smirk. murmurs around the room arose with nods of agreement. he spun the bottle and the bottle ended up pointing at one of the girls in the room. "you put this upon yourself." seungcheol states with a giggle.

sighing, jeonghan rolls his eyes before capturing the girl's lips in a kiss. his eyes kept darting to the sides trying to see how much time was left. the way that he looked so uncomfortable and awkward. his hands stuffed in his pockets and he was standing so stiff.

"andd time's up." jun raises his phone showing the time. jeonghan just walks away with the unhappiest look on his face while he gulps down the last bit of alcohol in his cup and plopping himself in a seat.

all of them took turns. chan and you had yet to not need to kiss anybody yet. but his eyes stayed locked on the bottle when it became close to landing on you. when vernon's turn ended, you got nervous. the thought of you having to kiss anybody other than chan got you to feel out of place. anyways, the whole game you've been lucky and it hasn't landed on you so. you were lucky.

you slowly take the bottle in your hands and spin it. intensively looking at it praying it stopped at chan. when it was slowing down, it was pointing at him. silently celebrating and hoping it would not move anymore. but luck was not on your side today. it shifted to the left by the slightest. you looked up and saw it was vernon.

'no its alright, y/n he's a chill guy. don't worry alright. just for five minutes..." you stand up and walk over to him leaning on the desk. his eyes were slightly hooded, 'he's tipsier than usual.... this ain't gonna go well..." he rests his hands on your shoulders and pulls you close to him.

vernon does not waste time in capturing your mouth in a kiss. he bit your lip, causing him to let out a groan and giving him some access to explore your mouth. some gasps were heard around the room. well you had to kiss him back if not they'll probably ask you to redo the whole 5 minutes so you wrap your arms around his neck, placing with the strands of hair on his head, lightly pulling them making him make even more deep groans. you could felt a strong feeling of jealousy, the soulmate bond...oh crap. 'just a few more minutes...' you thought to yourself. you felt him smile against your lips and his hands had now moved to around your waist.

you felt somebody pull you apart and you see its your boyfriend. he had a dark gaze and looked furious. the feeling of jealousy never left. "you've been on it for 7 minutes. woah.." seokmin gapes. so you've been kissing vernon for more than you should've and in front of everyone? shaking your head and waving your arm dismissively, chan still hasn't looked you in the eye since the little incident...

he takes the bottle and spins it effortlessly. and of course it had to land on eunjoo. she'd been eyeing him the whole night.

she had the happiest smile on her face as you could only just crush the can in your hand. "woah..you okay?" minghao asks. "yeah, don't worry about me."

chan was seated on the bed. soonyoung flat on the bed next to him. she walked over to him and you did not expect him to pull her onto his lap? she placed her arms on his shoulders in a straddling position. she eagerly presses her lips onto his as he almost instantly grants her access to his mouth. it looks as if he's focused on the kiss too.. tonight was going to be a looong night.

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bidding your goodbyes to those who weren't totally passed out, you call an uber.

climbing into the car, no words were spoken. you faced the window at your side and chan faced the window of his. you were both fuming at that point.

reaching your house, you take out your keys from your purse and open the door. sighing as the door closes behind you, chan walks behind you and slams you on the wall.

his hands grabbing your wrists and pinning you to the wall. "ah, you really decided to play with me tonight didn't you baby?" he places a soft kiss on your lips. it actually scared you how he's handling you right now. "how about you be a good girl and don't disobey me any further?" he loosens the grip on your wrists and places his lips on yours.

catching him off guard, you flip yourselves around so he is now against the wall. using your hand to wrap around his throat and applying the lightest pressure made a loud moan come from him. the way it made his breathing faster and his vision hazy made him go crazy. "you weren't a good boy either weren't you?" you slowly lean towards his ear, "bedroom. make sure every article of clothing is discarded when i get there if not somebody is going to receive a punishment."

chan hurries to the room as you quickly put aside your purse and accessories.

"good boy" you purr when you see him sitting in the middle of the bed, hands on his thighs. eyes wide as he watches your every move.

slowly kneeling down and trailing kisses from his chin to his neck, placing some hickies on the way all the way down to his torso then to his thigh....slowly and teasingly placing kisses on his length. you lick a strip all the way down his dick and back up, some precum leaking out of his length in the process. you swirl your tongue around his length and place your tongue flat on his tip earning a moan from him. chan's hand found your hair as he grabbed a handful of it and pushed your head in, making you deepthroat him. the need to gag arose but you fought it off, "no touching honey, unless you want to have a punishment." you replace your mouth with your hand as you pressed your lips against his, muffling his moans.

you decide to tease him further. slowing down your actions earning a whine from him. "please.." he whines. "what do you want baby?" "please let me cum." "beg." "please i've been a good boy, please.." "good boy."

you quicken the motion of your hand as chan lets out higher pitched and louder moans. his climax was rapidly coming. his chest arising faster with every quickening breath as he started thrusting his dick into your palm. "i'm coming" he breathlessly says. chan's climax crashed, spilling his cum all over your hand. the second he had the chance, he got on top of you.

"alright. now, how about i correct you for your behavior today baby. you've been a bad bad girl." chan's eyes darkened in colour. the aura he held was scary but it made your thighs clench. gathering the remains of his cum from his dick, "open." he commands. you oblige and he places his cum filled fingers in your mouth. you suck his fingers, swirling your hands around his digits, not wasting a single drop. "i've taught you well didn't i? but maybe i have to remind you of who you belong to tonight hm?"

ripping the dress off you, you gasp. "that was my favorite dress.." chan scoffs. "i can buy you another, that's not the fucking concern at the moment." you hastily remove your undergarments as he marked you up. you've fed chan's ego too much already, you will not be able to walk for the next few days.

lining himself up with your entrance, he slowly inserts himself. after a minute or so, he asks "can i move yet?" his eyes softening at the slightest. "yes you can channie." you let out a moan from his pace. the way he snapped his hips backwards and forwards in a steady rhythm at such a brutal force caught you off guard. chan pushes your knees to your chest before thrusting even harder and deeper. moans arose from both of you as the room began to feel hotter. feeling that chan hit your g-spot, "there. channie that spot please." he complied, "who do you belong to y/n?" "lee chan." "louder." "LEE CHAN." "fuck- you sound so fucking hot right now." "who can fuck you this good?" "you, lee chan. nobody else." "good girl."

chan's pace slowed down slightly, signaling his release coming. your climax was coming too, you grabbed hold of his free hand and intertwined your fingers. "i love you y/n." "i love you too chan."  your climaxes crashed onto both of you, chan spilling his load onto the sheets. chan collapsed onto the empty space next to you. "no more spin the bottle. ever again." you say, trying to steady your breathing. "yes i agree." he giggles.

soon after you calm down, the feeling of the soiled sheets got you both cringing. "let me prepare you a bath darling, i'll clean the sheets." nodding your head tiredly, you waddle to the toilet and watch him prepare the bath. "i'll join you soon okay? i'll be quick." chan grabs your hand as he holds you until you are seated in the bath. "thank you chan." "no worries, i love you." with that, he walked out of the room.

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Winter Break

Summary: Your parents' second honeymoon meant ruined winter break plans, but not for long.

Twoshot Pt. 2

Fluff, Non idol au, College Friends to Lovers au

Word Count: 2,122

Chan (Dino) X Reader 

Requested: can i request prompt 9 for svt lee chan please? with a gn reader:DDD

Prompt: 9. “Do you want to spend the holidays with me?” “You would do that?” 

A/n: There’s a smidge of sharing a bed au as well but it’s not as notable so I’ll just leave it here (This can be read with or without the second part!).

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It’s been a brutal week. Your finals had their way with you. And you couldn’t wait to be home in your old bed. Of course, that’s when you get a call from your parents, telling you they needed to try a Christmas in Aruba for once instead of staying home. Your plans for a restful holiday go up in flames in a matter of moments. Deciding being with them was better than nothing. You asked if you could join them. But they disagreed, saying they needed to go on a second honeymoon alone. You were not okay with this decision. You just wanted your old bed and stuffed animals. And to be taken care of until the spring semester restarted. 

You go to the cafeteria to get your lunch and join up with your friends, Seungkwan, Vernon, and Chan. You hide your worries and munch on your food. At least you’ll be crying on a full stomach later. The three of them discuss their holiday plans, and you nod along until Chan asks, “What are you doing for the holidays?” You look up from your sandwich and shrug, “Probably watching mushy hallmark movies by myself.” Seungkwan groans, “That sounds sad!” Vernon asks, “I thought you were heading back home?” You sigh and shake your head, “No, they’re traveling the world on their second honeymoon, so I’m stuck here. Hooray!” You sarcastically say, and they nod, and you finish your sandwich. You listen as Seungkwan talks about how he has the first flight out to Paris this evening. And all the sights he's going to see, laughing every so often as you try to get your mind off the fact you were stuck here. 

After you finish lunch, you all head your separate ways when you hear footsteps catching up to you, “Hey, (Y/n)!” Chan calls, and you turn around and wait for him, “Yeah?” He smiles, “I have a great idea!” You gesture for him to go on, and he goes, “Do you want to spend the holidays with me?” It takes everything in you not to burst into tears as you go, “You would do that?” He nods, “Of course, I would! Nana keeps asking about you since your last visit with Seungkwan and Vernon.” You wrap your arms around him, “I would love to spend the holidays with you, Chan. Thank you. I can’t wait to see Grandma Lee!” He grins, “Me neither.” 

You guys spend the rest of your walk home until you part ways to your separate buildings. You text your mom about staying at the Lee’s for the holidays. She takes an hour to respond but tells you to enjoy yourself. You pack yourself a bag after Chan tells you he’s driving the two of you over tomorrow to stay the whole week there. You grin, you loved the Lees, but in particular, there was one Lee you liked the most. And it just happened to be the one who was taking you to his home. 

Maybe it started when you first met in your first year of college when you were both shyer kids getting to know each other. Or maybe, it was during your second year when you two drunkenly exchanged a kiss during spin the bottle, but nothing ever went further. You used to kick yourself for never saying that kiss meant more to you than just a turn in a game. Whatever it was, you knew you had it bad. But you were too nervous to tell him and scared to ruin your friendship. And now, the four of you are heading into your last year of college. And you still haven’t confessed your feelings. 

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He picks you up, and you shove your bags into the back of his car. His playlist softly plays, and you can’t help but smile and lean back in your seat, knowing the ride ahead of you two was a bit longer. “Do you think Seungkwan is having the time of his life in Paris right now?” You ask as you’re reminded of Seungkwan’s plans, “I bet he wishes he was. He’s probably got pushed into the fountain by Jinseol or Sojeong.” You laugh, “I can believe that. What about Vernon?” He goes, “I think once he gets home, he’s going to lie on the couch and cuddle with his cats.” You grin, “Also plausible. I would too.” He nods before asking, “Are you comfortable staying the week? If not, after Christmas, I can take you back?” You shake your head, “And miss your dad’s and nana's cooking?!” He laughs, “You have me there.” It drifts back into a comfortable silence, and you let the stress and worries of college drift away. 

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“Are your parents enjoying Aruba?”  You shrug, “Let me check.” You pull your phone out of your pocket to see a photo from your dad. Picturing them in front of a large palm tree, when Chan stops at a red light, you show him, “I guess they are.” You say softly, and he nods, “It’s okay if you’re not okay with them not taking you. You know?” You shake your head, “Yeah, I know. It didn’t feel great when they told me that at the last moment. That I’d be spending my first Christmas alone.” Before the light turns green, he grabs your hand and rubs soothing circles into your palm with his thumb as he continues to drive. 

You relax as he holds your hand and take in the moment. Your cheeks are tinted red, but you can blame it on the chill and not the fact that Chan is holding your hand. “Well, at least you’re not spending it alone now.” You nod, “Yeah, I get to spend it with my second favorite family.” He nods and continues comforting you for a few more lights before he pulls away to turn down his street. 

He parks in his driveway, and once he’s out, he goes, “Home, sweet home!” You laugh, “I guess so.” He grins over at you, “It’s a home sweet home for you too. At this moment.” You shrug and go, “Home sweet home!” And he unlocks the doors with a grin on his face and pulls your suitcases out. “Two for you, two for me.” You follow him into his house and get no further than the entrance before the rest of the Lees surround him. You smile as they wrap him up in affection, “I’m so glad your back!” His mom cries, and he hugs her tighter, “I’m glad I’m back too!” Before his grandma goes, “Did you bring (Y/n)?!” He grins, “Of course! I told you guys yesterday!” They push him out of the way, and he whines, “But I’m your son!” And the four of them surround you, “It’s good to see you again! We’ve missed you!” His dad cheers and Gun says, “Now, this holiday won’t be insufferable.” You laugh as Chan goes, “Hey! What’s that supposed to mean!” You exchange hugs with each of them before Grandma says that she’s living in the guest room now and that you’ll have to share Chan’s room. You gulp before nodding, “That’s fine.” No, it was not. Because not only were you staying in his room. You were staying with him in his room. 

“Are you good with sharing a bed, or would you like me to find the air mattress?” He asks when you both enter his room. And see his queen-sized mattress and decide it wouldn’t be awful, as long as you stay on your side and him on his. And take his room in, “I didn’t get to see your room last time we were here. It’s nice.” He smiles, “Thanks.” All the figurines, posters, and trinkets remind you of him as you shove your suitcase under your side of the bed. “Dinner will be ready in ten!” His mom calls, and you exchange a look, the prospect of food ridding you of all of your concerns. And race Chan into the dining room. 

“So, are you two excited for your senior year of college?” Chan readily agrees, “I am. They’re allowing us to teach dance classes next year, and I’m so ready for that!” His mom asks, “And you?” You grin, “I’m excited to graduate and get out there.” They nod. And Gun starts talking about his apprenticeship, and you all actively listen. 

You finish dinner, and the six of you call it an early night. You thought with the drive over and the filling meal. You would be able to knock out, but as you lay on your side of the bed, staring up at Chan’s ceiling, you highly doubt that you’ll be able to sleep tonight. You wish Chan to have good dreams before he turns off the light and knocks out cold. 

No matter what you do, you can't stop thinking about him holding your hand earlier and that he's just three feet away from you. After another 10 minutes of tossing and turning to get to sleep, you decide ‘fuck it’, and get up. And head downstairs and get yourself some water, hoping that’ll clear your thoughts enough to fall asleep. As you sit on the couch staring off into nothingness, Grandma comes down and asks, “What are you doing up, Honey?” You sigh, “I uh can’t sleep.” She nods and goes into the kitchen, “Would you like some tea to calm your nerves?” You agree and go into the kitchen and help her make it. 

You follow her into the dining room and take a sip of the warm tea. The tea eases your nerves when you set it back down, you make eye contact with her, and she goes, “I’m surprised you two haven't gotten together by now.” Your eyes widen at her words, “What uh makes you say that.” She laughs as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world, “You know, Honey, Chan likes you a lot. And not just as a friend, right?” You gulp, “This whole time?” She nods, “He talks about you all the time. And don’t act like you don’t have feelings either. I watched you last time you were here. Your eyes always lingered on him whenever he was near.” You look down into your mug as if that will help you escape the conversation, and she continues, “He looks that way at you too. He’s always talking about you to me.” You blush, “You really think he likes me like that?” She smirks, the classic Lee smirk, “Think, Honey? I know. Ask him tomorrow. I promise it’ll all go well.” You take a sip of your tea, “Really?” She nods, “I know that’s why you couldn't sleep tonight either. You’re surrounded by him there.” You agree, “Yeah.” And she pats your hand, “I want you two to be happy.” With that, she takes one last sip of her tea, bids you a good night, and heads back to her room. You sigh and finish up your tea, realizing she was right. 

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The tea kicked in, and once you made it back into bed. The next thing you saw was the sunshine through the blinds. And you stretch before remembering what Chan's grandma said. You look to your side and see Chan waking up, “Hey,” you softly say, and he grins, “Hey.” You look down towards your hands, “I uh have something to tell you.” He tilts his head, “Oh, did Dad call for breakfast?” You shake your head, “No, um” His eyes grow big, and he interrupts, “Don’t tell me Nana snitched on me. I am so sorry. I didn’t want you to find out this way!” You shake your head with a laugh, “Don’t be. I like you too.” He gasps, “Really?” You nod, and he cheers and rolls over from his side, “I wish I would have told you before Grandma said something.” You shrug, “She made me realize it was now or never.” He sighs, “She’s good at that.” You agree and lay your head on his chest, “So what do we do now?” He grins, “How about we go out for coffee before anyone gets up? As a first date and then have breakfast back here?” You look over his shoulder at the clock to see it’s seven am. Any reasonable person would be in bed right now. “Yeah, why not?” 

You two sneak out, giggling like teenagers, and head to a cafe. Once you get back, you have breakfast with your boyfriend and his family. (Grandma was more than proud). And spend Christmas and the rest of the break together. Maybe your parents going on their second honeymoon was for the best.

[seventeentotheworld]

ig story: feat.dino | 10.20.2023

[jenojammin]

Dino Double Kill

lee chan has been bias wrecking me too often lately this isn’t fair

[jeonsupershy]

clingy maknae with his leader hyung🦦♥

[chanrizard]

[INSIDE SEVENTEEN] DINO's Arena Shoot Sketch

[onlyseokmins]

size matters • l.c.

Pairing: lee chan x afab!reader Genres: major smut (minors PLS dni!), losers + idiots + besties to lovers Warnings: *deep breath* MONSTER COCK CHAN, swearing, love me some switch action, reader does not use specified pronouns but refers to their pussy as "she", reader also wears a skirt, pet names, alcohol and goofy drunk antics, bad humor, use of "whore/slut", tons of dirty talk, they're kinda pervs, mentions of toys, masturbation (fem), hints to past sexual partners, mentions of oral (male), actual oral (fem. receiving), car sex (kind of), condoms, fingering (fem. receiving), WAP lmao and squirting, bantering, degradation, wee bit praise, unprotected/protected MESSY sex, underwear play (??? lmao), precum play (??), edging, face-riding, groping/manhandling, objectification, reverse cowgirl position, bulge kink, slapping/spanking, possession, almost choking, biting, tears and crying, a bit of overstim and if i missed smth lmk sdfjkajdf WC: 8.3k A/N: this started out purely self-indulgent as usual and reads like a bad pornhwa but it's also nana month so a happy early birthday to @bitchlessdino because i will be asleep when the clock actually strikes 12 tomorrow! and bc i will dedicate all chan content to the loml! this is like my 3rd longest fic on this blog and 4th longest fic ever and it's just utter filth and smut... hate it here. i always get into a crazy headspace when i write for this man. i hope y'all enjoy my delusions before i retire out of shame 😬

"I'm worried my dick's too big."

Laughter bubbles in your chest at the same time the beer you'd just taken a swig of swishes around in your mouth. It's so like your best friend to say something stupid. Especially when your mouth is full.

He frowns in mild annoyance as you rock back and forth with mirth, struggling not to spit out your drink and make a mess. But also trying to refrain from choking. Because if you die, you sure as hell will find a way to make sure everyone knows that a dumbo and his terrible concern over having a big cock drove you to your demise in such an unfortunate manner.

And no one wants that.

"I dunno what's so funny," the man in question irritably gripes, "but for god's sake, calm down and swallow."

Though it ends up that Chan is the one gulping first. Ears burning and eyes widening when you wiggle your brows deviously and do as he says. Sticking your tongue out for good measure — just for proof that yes, you did swallow —  but he's quickly whipping his gaze away. Head turning to the side as if that does anything to hide the embarrassing look overtaking his expression. 

He thinks you'll back off, hoping the nervous twiddling of his fingers will deter further teasing. But he should really know better. The telltale signs are littered across the table in front of him and even overpower your usual sweet scent when you lean close into his personal space.

"So, you like it when someone swallows versus spits for you, Channie?"

"You're drunk."

"So are you." 

Because that's what happens every movie night. The two of you enjoy too many beers after a feel-good show and start talking nonsense.

"Yeah, and we're having a very serious conversation right now. A drunk one. But still, serious."

You purse your lips. "You're bluffing. No way you're complaining about the hugeness of your dick. 'Cause no one does that."

"It's not like I'm trying to boast or even insecure, I'm just worried."

"Worried about what?" you snort and push at his shoulder. "There'd be no reason to worry if you know how to use it. In the end, size doesn't matter at all."

Chan quirks an eyebrow, side-eyeing you. "At all?" 

"If your technique is good, it shouldn't matter as long as everyone feels satisfied. You know, you just gotta hit that one spot…" 

You start doing hand motions to demonstrate your point that seem wildly inappropriate and are honestly so drunkenly uncoordinated to the point that Chan not only feels compelled to stop you but doubts anyone would feel good from that. Then again, he's never really managed to partake in sloppy sex, so who knows? 

He grabs your hands to still them and though you no longer move, you protest. "What? You'll have 'em seeing and feeling stars! To be honest… you prolly will too if ya try your best."

"You know, I do know how to pleasure someone. It's not really an issue once I'm inside, it's just getting there that's kind of a problem."

"Channie, are you secretly a virgin?" You lay your head on his shoulder, hand running down his forearm and weaving your fingers between his. "Issokay if you are."

"You know I'm not!"

"Well, yeah I guess you're a bit of a whore. Still love you no matter what."

Chan chokes out your name in frustration. "All I'm saying is that I have a huge cock and I'm sad about it!"

"And you keep saying I'm drunk. Look, you're valid in being… upset about having a fat dick even if I don't understand. Just telling you that sometimes a ton of prep is helpful and even a decent amount of lube. No shame in that. Not everyone's built to take a large-ass, whopping cock." And then you mumble extremely quietly, "If it's even that big."

Unfortunately, he hears you and scoffs. Popping his shoulder up to gently shove you off him. Though that only causes you to grasp for his sweatpant-clad thigh and hold onto it for dear support in your half-drunken stupor. The perverted part of both your brains flash to your hand squeezing tightly around something else; the unmistakable heat of said something else radiating towards the closest part of your hand and causing a hot rush to flare across your entire body.

Or maybe that's just the alcohol.

Doesn't stop you from shamelessly ogling what you can only presume to be his bulge, gray fabric stretched over his groin and straining against muscular thighs. 

"Are you flaccid right now?"

"What's it to you?"

"Just curious. Thinking about my different dildo sizes."

He balks at that. "Pl-please don't."

"Yeah, not sure I wanna compare what your dick would realistically feel inside me," you admit even if you find it difficult to tear your hungry eyes away to take in Chan's mortified expression. 

"Can we stop talking about my personal parts now?" he squeaks out and you shoot him a dubious side-eye even though you do easily acquiesce.

"With pleasure. Speaking of which…"

Chan's hushed groan of "Oh dear" goes ignored even after you drape an arm on the back of the couch behind his head, lay the other across his chest, and splay your legs over his lap. Your lips end up leaving a sticky residue on his cheek, neck, and ear as you graciously whisper your own sex secret — the spontaneous topic of tonight — to him. 

"Only my bullet vibe has the ability to make me squirt. None of the others, not even the thirteen-inch one with suction ridges. So yeah, hm… size doesn't matter, does it Channie?"

"Well, those are toys and uh… my big dick is simply what it is. A big, regular human dick. Nothing fancy."

"Then you should try harder."

He apologizes for having such blatant ignorance about the matter and then eventually you end up falling asleep together. 

Limbs tangled and wrapped around one another just like every other night you doze off with the comfort of the other's body warmth. And like usual, you and Chan peer at each other with eyelids heavy from sleep and goofy but comforting smiles — merely inches apart when the sun's rays sneak a peek through the blinds to shine onto your faces. Because everything's normal and just right between the two of you. 

Like always.

Except it's not.

All you can think about is your best friend's dumb, gargantuan cock and his weird embarrassment about it. If you didn't know Chan as well as you do, you might think he was just using that as an excuse to get into your pants but you know better. He's genuinely perturbed over his too-big dick! 

You let out a sigh. Warm breath fans the tip of your ear while large hands lay on your hips, ringed fingers teasing the bare skin revealed by the daring crop top you decided to wear tonight.

"Am I boring you, baby?"

"Kind of," you admit, displeased that you weren't enjoying the usual thrill of grinding on the dancefloor with a hot man. Turning around to face said man, you purse your lips. "How would you feel if you had a big dick, Cheol?"

He raises an eyebrow in the self-assured way only the Choi Seungcheol can. "Shouldn't you be asking what it's like possessing the largest dick of the century?"

"Not helping, I'm not talking about big dick energy."

"That's not what you said when it was shoved halfway down your throat."

"Can't say much if I'm sucking someone off, you dolt. And I said you made my jaw hurt 'cause you're a guy that likes it rough, not 'cause I thought your dick was overly huge."

"Brat," Seungcheol says rather affectionately, "so whose humongous cock are you taking tonight?"

Your eyes wander over his shoulder to the bar, the same place he noticed your gaze strayed towards all night. A glee-filled smirk is on your face when you meet his eyes again though you only casually state with a shrug, "An absolute loser's."

"Wasn't aware it was self-pleasure night, sweetheart," he jokingly snorts, nudging you in that direction before you can get too mad at him. But not without delivering a playful slap on your ass as a 'good luck to charm' to send you on your way. "Go get 'em, Tiger!"

The cocky bastard must think you're after Soonyoung tonight, who greets you by placing a polite kiss on the cheek and a casual side hug. Though he looks hella fine tonight with slicked-back hair and donning the signature head-turning 'leather jacket, silver jewelry' fit that Seungcheol is sporting, he's not who you have in mind.

You squeeze him back though, always ready to return the affection you receive. "Rare to not see you dancing, tough crowd tonight?"

"Nah, I just have my priorities set." He angles his head toward the bartender who sneaks subtle glances at the two of you as if to distinguish what intentions you had approaching such a striking man. 

That they just so happen to have their eyes on. Luckily Soonyoung does too.

"Ah, well, so do I!" 

Never one to want to get stuck between two people and cause a potential misunderstanding, you pat him on the arm, wink encouragingly at the bartender, and skip away to find the person who's been occupying your mind for the past few days in a very different way like crazy.

Chan hasn't moved from where you last caught sight of him — in the corner of the bar nursing the same glass of bourbon for far too long. There's distinctly more water in it from the rapidly melting ice ball than alcohol but you still ease it out of his grasp. Taking a sip only to wrinkle your nose in disgust.

Your best friend observes your expression with a bemused one of his own after you hand it back, lip gloss staining the rim. A far cry from the darkened, sultry stare that followed as you moved from one gyrating body to the next. You wonder how you've never noticed it before. But then again, you yourself have never thought about him in that kind of way until now. 

While momentarily lost in your thoughts, Chan's working on getting the attention of Soonyoung's flirt target to order your favorite drink. But you place a hand on his arm, squeezing the firm muscle beneath your fingertips. 

"I wanna go home."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, just feel like leaving."

He shakes his head. "You looked like you were having a good time."

"Ooh… are you jealous?"

"Hah, jealous? No. Concerned that someone did something you didn't like? Yeah."

"There will be," you tug him by the open collar of the flannel he's wearing so you're nose-to-nose, "if he doesn't take me back to his place right now."

His eyebrows raise, eyes widening as they drop down to the pouty curve of your lips. You swear he even peers at your cleavage with the tiniest of squints before finishing what little bit of liquor is left, standing, and pulling you along with him outside.

Walking to his car parked by the sidewalk is truly a breath of fresh air, the chill of the evening breeze and city noises rushing by helps bring Chan back down to earth. No longer on the crazy high fueled by the hypnotic, seductive thrall of the nightclub's booming bass that adds to him being wholly entranced by your teasing allure. 

Now it's just you and him. Simple as usual, getting ready to drive around.

"You want to go to my place?"

"Yeah."

He starts the engine, checking the side mirror to estimate when there will be an available opening to pull out. "Whaddya wanna do, stop somewhere for snacks?"

"Sure. Maybe condoms too."

"I'm sorry, what?" It's a good thing the car's still in park when his foot stomps on the gas pedal out of shock, revving the engine and making you both jump. "Why?"

Chan even goes as far as to steal a glance over his shoulder at the backseat. As if you had miraculously snuck in someone from the club that you were planning to fuck and he didn't know about it. 

There's no one there, of course.

"Why… are we picking up… condoms?" he repeats. "I um, I have a bunch of unopened boxes i-if you need them."

"You do? Good."

"Uh, can you at least let me know how many are used so I don't suddenly run out?"

Your eyebrows raise though he doesn't even dare look at you. "Do you think you'll cum that much?"

"Pardon?! N-no, I only have a surplus because I bought them in bulk!"

"I thought you weren't having sex a lot because you have such a big cock. One that rarely goes inside anyone."

His hands cover his face. "I'm saying it's fine if you want to use them!"

"Gee, thanks. You want me to make condom balloon animals or something?"

One brown eye glares at you between fingers. "… If you're into that."

"I bet extra large ones would make brilliant animal balloons but that's a sad waste when they could go around a dick instead. I mean it can't be easy for you to find ones that don't break. Whatever, at least you have a ton. And as you know I'm on the pill."

He has to know. He has to ask. "Are you confused or is it just me?"

"Clearly, because I don't know why you think I'd be into filling condoms with air and not cock."

"Forgive me if I'm wrong, but — I mean like there's no way — but are you implying that you want to… you know, with me…?"

"Whaddya mean 'no way'? Fuck yeah, I wanna fuck you! Sorry, was that not clear?" 

Chan chokes on his saliva and has a brief hacking fit. "No?!" 

"Damn, uh… my bad. Sorry, I thought it was super obvious. Simply put, I can't get the thought of you out of my mind or my pussy, so yeah. We should totally bang. Have sex and all that. Only if you want to obviously. No hard feelings if not."

Oh god, yes he does. Since he now knows that you can squirt, let alone with something as small as a little bullet vibrator, all he can think about is what would happen if he teased your cunt with the thick head of his cock. It's been driving him absolutely feral and fueled a rather ugly feeling when he saw Seungcheol all over you earlier. 

But now that he knows you want him? Maybe just as much as he wants you? Explicitly? 

He starts driving in an attempt to help collect himself. You're at ease, able to read him well and know he'll need some time to process and organize his thoughts. So, you wait in silence while he does just that, and when he speaks again his voice is low, laced with utter desire.

"You've been thinking about me?"

"Uh-huh."

"Your pussy has too?"

"Mhm, Channie… she's been crying for you like crazy."

"Fuck," he mutters and grips the steering wheel tightly to avoid swerving into the berm. He rasps out in a desperate beg, "C-can you touch yourself for me? Let me hear how loud she is?"

And you sweetly oblige with a hushed, "Of course," and can't lift your miniskirt up faster than you do now, pushing the drenched thong underneath to the side. Your clit's been buzzing nonstop ever since he whined about his big cock and you got to glimpse the outline of it. And with him now sitting beside you as your thumb rubs at the tiny nub, pointer fingers dipping in and out of your clenching hole, you both let out groans — you at the thrilling sensation and him at the insanely filthy sounds.

Chan steals a moment to take in the sight when he switches lanes, loving the way your tongue lolls past glossy lips that part to release little whimpers of pleasure. It's unlikely you'll squirt right now. But there's still a slick sheen of arousal glistening on your thighs so he holds onto the sick twist of hope that a trace will be left behind. He's pleased and licks his lips but has to swiftly pay attention to the road again, especially when your head rolls to the side, eyelashes pleadingly fluttering at him.

He needs to get home fast. Now.

The car fills with the sloppy noises of you playing with your cunt which grows wetter and wetter by the second. The air is heavy and oozes sex, the compact space growing more humid as you work and rile up your pussy, yourself, and the man beside you. You keep easing up to that delicious edge but never fully dipping over it, making sure to continue growing needier and more wanton until the blurry scenery rushing past the windows half-registers as familiar in your already fucked-out state of mind.

"Wanna get a feel of your cock," you whine out with no shame at how pitiful it sounds. "Gotta know how many fingers to stuff inside to stretch myself out for the real thing."

The way he spits out your name like a curse word makes your gummy walls contract tightly, emitting a moist suctioning sound when you pull your fingers out and bully them back in. 

"No. You have to wait."

"Don't wanna! Been waiting long enough."

"So fuckin' needy," he taunts as if he's not panting heavily with his fingers drumming against the steering wheel. "I don't think they'll come even close to opening up that tiny hole of yours effectively for my dick. But size doesn't matter, so whatever. Right, sweetheart?"

You cuss him out jokingly while working knuckle-deep inside your cunt. Humping against your palm and pulling at your nipples with the other hand underneath your top when he rolls to a stop at an empty four-way in the neighborhood. 

He swats your arm out and away, curiously sweeping his own fingers across your damp folds that flinch at the sudden contact but still mourn the devastating loss of being filled before he slaps at them. Chan grins like a total heathen at the way your hips jolt upon impact, growing more and more delirious at the way droplets of your arousal splash out at the action.

"If you cum by rubbing yourself on that seat — no hands — before I pull in the driveway, I'll let you touch me to mentally prep yourself before we get inside. Before I get inside you." His words are enunciated with a smirk that drops after bringing soaked fingers to his lips — eyelids fluttering with a grunt at your taste eagerly licked clean with his tongue. "God, do you know how delicious you are? Need you to sit on my face at some point, wanna drown in that sloppy pussy."

His dirty talk could be enough to finish you off, you belatedly realize. The earlier command to rut your aching clit against the scratchy fabric to soothe it makes you thrillingly feel like a depraved whore. 

"You're a fuckin' perv, Chan," you growl out as if you aren't doing exactly what he asked on instinct and loving how he's talking to you. How good he is at making you feel divine.

"Yeah? But I want something to remember this by."

"Sick," you snarl through gritted teeth like the knowledge of him thinking about this moment every time he gets in his car and looks at the passenger seat isn't getting you off even more. Bonus points if he jerks off to it. You act like it's not the catalyst to you coming undone, blaming it fully on the bump of the asphalt connecting to the concrete driveway hitting your hard nub just right — absolutely defiling his poor car with your arousal. "Sick in the head."

Neither one of you care. 

In fact, Chan's so pleased he ignores the words you both know you don't mean. Grabbing the hand you buried deep within your hole, but then chose to use it to grip at the console while following his command, and guides it to his mouth. Happily repeating the same thing he did to his own, maintaining eye contact as he tongues at your fingertips. Pupils dilating with how addicted he's become to your taste. Growing more and more eager to have it straight from the source in the very near future. 

Then he places your spit-coated fingers where his cock strains against dark jeans. A darker, damp spot on the denim signifies how much precum the tip is leaking, begging to be released. He squeezes the hand sandwiched between his and the hardening length, shallowly thrusting up into your palm so you can completely grope at its mouth-watering, jaw-aching girth. 

"Feel that?" he goads, "that's gonna have to fit inside your tight cunt."

Your eyes nearly cross at the realization. And of course, your pussy forlornly clenches around nothing, dripping out more arousal to add to the already soiled mess beneath you. 

Oh, you cannot wait.

He wasn't lying, positive every single finger stuffing your hole couldn't compare to the size you just felt beneath those very appendages. Tears collect at your lash line, already anticipating the sheer amount of pleasure you know you'll be feeling with a very warm and real dick. And he's not even anywhere inside of you yet!

Chan coos and wipes the tear that escapes to your cheek. Then he gets out of the car and comes around to the other side to help you walk since your legs are weak and shaking — for more than one reason. That's fine because it gives him almost a weird sense of pride and an excuse to grind and grope at you as he pleases while unlocking the front door. Surprisingly, both of you are giggling together as if you're naughty teens again, always up to no good. It feels strangely wholesome, a light sense of relief blooming and filling your entire body.

Until you're on the other side of the door and those feelings morph back into something carnal. More primal. And Chan must feel it too because you swear he growls when pinning you against the wall. 

"You'll let me eat you out, right? 'Course you will." 

Now it's your turn to feel perverse satisfaction, watching as his lip trembles at the very thought of getting denied such a treat. Feeling the man's absolute desperation through the fingertips that dig into your hips and slightly hike up the already ridiculously short skirt you're wearing.

"C'mon bestie, please."

"… You did not bestie-zone me right now."

"I — " Chan hesitates and you fear the reality of the situation has hit him. That he'll back out and leave you a yearning mess like this. But then he leans in close to whisper hotly against your ear, "What, you want me to call you something like baby?"

Your hum of consideration encourages him to continue, palms sliding down the sides of your bare thighs and lowering himself at a pace that matches the syllables of each word leaving his mouth. Keeping eye contact with you the whole time as a mischievous smirk lights up his stupidly handsome face. 

"Darling? Babe? Lovely sweetheart? Or…" His voice gets thicker, more gravelly until he's finally on his knees and peering up at you. "A vixen? Seductress? Little whore? My slut?"

His hands sneak upwards again, pausing when they're hidden under the pleat of your skirt. 

"Still, you'll always be my dear best friend." He acknowledges and for some reason, it fills you with a comforting sense of reassurance.

And then he waits, hoping — praying — to get your permission.

The coy way you lift up the skirt in no way matches the cute grin you flash at him. Biting your pointer finger as you reveal your pretty pussy for Chan, its puffy lips spread by the continually soaked thong stuck between them. His eyes flick almost nervously away from yours to get a look, letting out a strangled moan at the sight. 

Automatically drawn like a bee to honey. His heart thumps anxiously when your fingers bury in his bangs to yank at them, halting him just short of being able to stick his tongue out for a taste that he already misses. He whines, fully surrounded by the heady scent of your arousal and unable to feast. But you have something to tell him first.

"You can't make me cum."

"What? Why? Need to stretch — "

"No. I already spent hours practicing with my thirteen-inch, so it'll be fine. We're doing this so you know what the telltale signs are when I'm about to cum when this," you briefly release his hair so manicured nails can pet the outside of your glistening wet cunt, "is wrapped around your dick." You smile when he moans quietly at the revelation and you tug lightly again at silky strands, eager to hear more before you absolutely break him. "And don't you want to see me squirt?"

"God, yes."

You shove his face between your inner thighs. "Then this'll help, baby boy. So, don't you dare let me cum unless it's on your cock."

Chan really can't protest against what you call him and honestly wouldn't want to because that would mean leaving the delectable meal he's finally being allowed to dine on. Though your thong remains in the way, he uses it to his advantage. Sucking all the wetness out of it with a hearty groan of appreciation, pushing it back between your folds, and running his tongue that put it there in zig-zag motions along the sorry excuse for fabric. Then repeating the same motions on either side of the bare supple pussy lips that clench at every nibble, suck, and brush on them.

It isn't very long until he gets frustrated by its restrictions though, feeling outrageous at how jealous he's getting of a piece of cloth that gets to wrap around your cunt all the time. Like you can read his mind, you pull him off with breathless laughter at his inevitable moan of sadness and mumble words of reassurance that you're doing it for his benefit.

He can't really hear with the rush of adrenaline roaring in his ears but he surely sees how you rip the offending thong away. It tears easily, falling apart at its most sodden point. And finally, your pussy is truly bare all for him and he rushes to dive back in. Slurping and sucking at your drenched hole like a dehydrated man finding an oasis in the desert.

Again, Chan's intentions were to leave you weak with the magic his mouth and tongue could work but you don't really allow him. His neck's cranked at an awkward angle as you continue to grip at his hair and smother his lips and tongue with your cunt, sloppy ruts back and forth causing your clit to catch and bump against his nose. He doesn't mind even if he's ninety-nine percent positive this is how you'd get off on one of your toys — no, he definitely has not imagined that — but he's not complaining.

There's something in the way that you're utterly using him like he's nothing but an object for your ultimate pleasure. It has the blood rushing down to swell up his cock even more. And maybe he's willingly happy to do so. Offering his body for your pleasure, making sure to stiffen his tongue so it will hit part of your clit as you move and grind all over his face. 

It's kinda hot. He also might be enjoying this a little too much.

And just as his eyes roll up for the umpteenth time out of delicious, delirious dizziness, he feels it. 

The buildup must have been when you started humping his chin shamelessly, slamming down harshly enough that he's sure he'll have bruises to show off. Settling more and more of your weight forward to arch your back, breasts heavy as they follow gravity, and your nipples visibly poke through the crop top's thin material. 

Your hips jerk up and away a few times, the subtle wiggle in them certainly has your ass jiggling cutely. He also notes how your "ah" moans turn to "mhms", positive you're biting your lip with closed eyes and a pleased grin. By now the hands tangling in his hair have made their way to the back of his head and Chan knows one thing for sure.

You're on the brink of climaxing.

And as much as he wants you to make more of a mess on his face, he's a little afraid of what you might do — or might not do — so he obediently, but regretfully backs away and sinks down to sit on his heels. Pathetic, the way he has to simply watch like a good boy as your slit flutters above him and you release the death grip hold you had on his poor hair.

Once all of your weight is supported by the wall again, you slide down it to plop on the floor. A sheepish grin on your face as you praise him for doing such a great job, reveling in what a sexy, fucked-out look he's wearing — mussed-up hair, swollen lips, and a shiny mix of sweat and arousal decorating his face as his eyes struggle to refocus while he catches his breath.

He embarrassingly thinks you might kiss him when you lean in. Only to jolt with surprise at your hand slipping into his back pocket and he flinches after you squeeze at his well-shaped ass with a naughty giggle. 

"A souvenir," you murmur in his ear and he feels the spongy ball of your torn thong when he stands like it's a gold coin weighing down his jeans.

"Can't believe you ripped those yourself."

"Can't believe you didn't rip them."

"Didn't wanna ruin them," he admits because he'd honestly feel bad. Though you shoot him a funny look that he doesn't quite understand as he assists your wobbling frame on the walk to the bedroom.

"Dude, you've already ruined so many, what's one more pair?"

"Huh?"

It's amazing how serious you are when you ask, "Don't you remember how wet I've been getting thinking about your dumb cock? Almost ran out of panties to wear."

With that admission, Chan is immediately rushing you down the hallway and has you on his bed at record speed. It's so comical that you have no choice but to once again fall into that giggly headspace like earlier as you help one another strip each other's clothes off.

"God, why are you like this? Such a fucking little tease."

"You love it."

"Hm, yeah," he looks at you with such tenderness, "guess I do."

You verbally agree even as you grab at his wrist before he can throw his boxers to the ground. "Hand 'em over. It's only fair if you have mine," you point out when he raises an eyebrow.

"Someone's full of surprises."

"Well, somebody's loved all of them so I'm sure he'll like this one too."

Though he falls onto his back easily when you push him down, he can't help but raise concern. "I get that you… practiced, but wouldn't a better position be with me on top? You'll like — "

"And I get that you liked being used like a dildo, baby boy." 

You miss the chagrined look that rapidly spreads across Chan's pretty face at the callout. But that's okay because you turn around to throw a leg over and straddle his prone body, staring at your prize of the night — the fattest dick you've been fantasizing about in the flesh.

"Thanks for these, by the way." You send a wink at him over your shoulder, waving the boxers that dangle off your pointer finger. "Need something to bite onto," you add and moan when you deliberately let your tongue meet the salty patch of precum smeared on them before clamping the black cloth between your teeth.

His heavy cock jerks up, already overwhelmed by everything you're doing. His hips follow suit, also lifting once the feeling of your dripping cunt soaks his abs as you sit and press him back against the bed and reach a hand out. He groans, clutching at the blanket when your palm rubs at the sensitive skin. You marvel at how your decently sized fingers fail to fully wrap around the entire girth.

It already weighs a ton laying against the hand you're using and struggling to prop it up. Shining in all its glory from the excess that's leaked and coated it thoroughly. You seem happy to add to it and Chan's eyes widen at the couple of clear globs of arousal that drip out of your cunt, aided by two free fingers spreading your pussy lips and contracting your inner walls to squeeze them out. And then you sink a little lower, kissing the tip of his cock with your clit before rubbing the thick head between your folds.

"You're… you're so w-wet, mhm, fuck!" He's already on the brink of tears and this is just the beginning. And the gasping man might've just let out a sob at the sight of both of your hands shaking, clasped around his dick as you position it at the right angle and slowly ease the tip inside. "God, 'n so soft," he fucking gargles out due to how much he's drooling.

You're no better off. The saliva that's pooling in your mouth at the delightful ache and burn has completely saturated his boxers. They do nothing to muffle your moans that only grow higher in pitch with the few additional inches you attempt to take, a little more each time. But at least you won't grind your teeth together, plus you're buried in the taste and scent of Chan's essence. Even more so as you topple forward, nails digging into his shins.

It's almost humiliating. How you've ended up face-planting into the mattress and your hips take on a mind of their own, humping up and down midair yet still on the top of his cock. Circling and gyrating as they attempt to both run away and plop firmly up and down onto the hard, thick length begging to fully bury into your tight cunt that's slowly widening to accommodate. 

Luckily, it's not like Chan can make fun of or even blame you, focusing everything he can on not thrusting up into your wet heat on his own accord right now out of consideration. The man understands it's a stretch, a painful one at that.

He doesn't mind staying mildly distracted. There's so much to take in. Ogling the way your ass bounces and jiggles, pornographic sound effects of his cock absolutely bullying your pussy as it squelches in and out. Filling the room with nasty noises audio porn wishes it could truly replicate amid both of your pants, moans, groans, and whines.

It feels like forever until his length has finally made its home within your squishy walls that welcome it inside with a multitude of affectionate squeezes. But honestly, that barely lasts because your hips refuse to let up and once the stretch no longer burns as much and instead melts into mind-numbing pleasure, all you can do is ride him into delirium. And Chan fucking loves it, continuing to watch how your ass reverberates with each downward slam accompanied by the sting of ass cheeks slapping against his stomach over and over again.

"S-so slutty f'me, b-best friend actin' like a whore on my dick."

"Ah, mm… cock… your cock! It's makin' me act slutty!"

"Yeah? You like being my slutty best friend, baby?"

You lug your head onto the leg you'd been riddling with love bites and salivating all over after spitting out his ruined boxers, looking tearfully in his direction. Cross-eyed with a goofy smile on your face at how fucked-out you've become as your clit grinds against his squishy balls that tighten, firm, and fill up with each thud of your hips. 

"Mhm… yeah."

"You gonna be my slutty baby from now on?"

"Ohhh, touch me Channie… please!"

"Since y-you asked so nicely." He squeezes at your ass cheek though it's quickly wrenched out of his grasp because you can't stop moving. "But I… I asked you a question." And then his palm flies out, skin meeting skin in a loud crack against your other cheek. As if it's actually a punishment. "My pretty whore's too fucked out to answer, h-huh?"

"Mhmph! More… more!"

A gasp leaves your mouth and impossibly, your hips only speed up before they suddenly halt. Practically screaming at this point with how good your best friend's cock is buried so deeply and fully seated inside as you somehow manage to sit up with inhuman strength. 

Oh, but your darling Channie knows why.

He lazily grins, empty mind now playing all the signs through his head along to the same moments happening in real-time. You have a death grip on his thighs, certain he'd really impale you in a morbid way if you lose your hold as you bounce haphazardly. How nice, he decides to aid you — giving into the urges to thrust up into your suffocating little cunt whenever you rise up so you constantly remain stuffed full every single time.

Your back does its arch thing and he runs a hand down the curve, pushing down ever so gently as he takes over. It's his turn for a slapping assault, his balls returning the favor on your tender clit that pokes and rubs at them, egging on the brutal pace you started in the first place.

"Gonna squeeze the life outta me," and you clench even tighter around him so that even the air in his lungs is sucked out by the squeeze of your cunt. "You wanna murder me with that sweet pussy of yours? Choke the life outta me, sweetheart? Like the well-behaved little whore that you are?"

Chants of "yes, yes, yes" fall in between salacious moans of "mhms" and "fuck Channie, so good" and it fuels Chan into true unleashed feral mode. The addition of the white ring forming at the base of his cock in no way, shape, or form is helping to reign him in at all. He presses appreciative bruises into the skin of your hips, aiding your sore and tired legs with the powerful strength of his arms.

"A creamer too… oh my god, what can't your cunt do baby, fuck — so freakin' perfect."

"All… all for you!"

Chan laughs and it's mean, a petulant frown causing your lips to jut out at his mocking tone. "For me? You gonna be a-all mine from now on? Let me be the only one t-to stretch this sweet hole out?"

Ongoing cries of "yes" mixes and slurs with "yours" but it's enough for him, especially when you manage to moan out with a promise that you're definitely his slutty whore and will only be his forever.

That pleases him, an elated grumble rumbling in his chest. "Gonna fill 'er up real good and you'll swallow me whole baby. Feel me for days, drippin' outta — ah, shit!" 

His voice cracks, the hands assisting your movements haul your hips up and then down, anchoring them firmly against his pelvis. You peer over your shoulder at him in utter dismay at suddenly being empty. His missed cock trembling without your warmth, flopping hot and hard against your stomach. Granting a helpful outside visual of how deep it can drill up into your cunt. But that's kind of useless when you already experienced it first-hand, so all you can do is send Chan a weepy glare.

"S-sorry babe, we just, I should probably… " His eyes dart to the unopened drawer of his nightstand. "Gonna throw a condom on."

You let out a scoff of disbelief and discontent, surly brat behavior poking through. "Doesn't matter, wanna feel you fill me up. 'N then squirt it all out, won't matter anyways."

"That's not how it works."

Chan's grateful the usual post-nut clarity somehow hit before. It's still awful timing and might have been a complete mood killer but you're both so worked up — you in particular — it doesn't seem to matter. Even as he nudges you off while reaching for a package, you back up and try to grind against his cock to change his mind. But you reluctantly give up, especially when he ends up reacting with a harsher hiss more from rolling the latex down the sensitive length than your plump ass rubbing it. 

You're honestly a little offended. 

He hushes and tries to soothe you. Fumbling with the slick mess around your gaping hole and dipping inside occasionally with one hand as he works on the condom. But you know for a fact you've been ruined because you barely feel a thing after your cunt's been stretched out for and filled specifically with his huge cock. 

Now you just wish he'd ultimately finish the job of ruining you. Oh, and maybe continue some more after. And a lot. 

You grimace because you're able to think too much. And then Chan's finally all ready to go and your cheek is suddenly pressed into the rumpled sheets, nipples brushing deliciously against them. You're pushed onto your forearms and he helps widen your knees at a spread angle so your pussy is fully presentable and gapingly accessible. 

"Good thing I'm flexible." 

"Yeah," Chan licks his lips, "just as I'd expect from my sweet slut." 

"You gonna fill this slut up then, Channie or — " 

You're cute off by the squeal at his cock ramming back inside of where it belongs. Meanwhile, he chuckles darkly, running a hand through sweaty bangs as he tries to distribute weight solidly with how he's risen to his knees. Finding little support from the mattress to support the onslaught of powerful thrusts in and out of your pussy and discovers a better method with a tight hold of your hips where his hands instinctively fall. 

"Best way to shut a whore up is to fuck them." He clicks his tongue in disapproval because you're nuzzling face-first into the bed, muffling the sounds that drive him crazy. "Doesn't mean I don't wanna hear you moan f'me, baby."

What he doesn't know is you're trying to find something to bite into that won't end up being your poor tongue. 

To manhandle you as he sees fit, Chan's fingers slip down to splay around where your vocal cords lie. Thumb digging beneath your jawline into the soft fleshy skin of your neck. Teasing you with a not-quite-there chokehold that causes you to pulsate around the cock sliding in and out with little resistance thanks to the help of the slick that pools endlessly out of your core. 

Then he's turning your head to the side to watch your eyelids flutter rapidly. Noticing how your jaw is clenched, teeth practically gnashing at each push into you that now relentlessly strokes that bundle of nerves. Taking pity, he lends a finger. Prying open your mouth and not caring when you bite down on it with a ferocity that could break skin — that's what he offered it for anyways — though it will definitely leave behind bruising indents that'll take days to heal. 

But he wouldn't care if you ended up breaking his bones too. With the way he's driving his dick over and over into you like a madman, he possibly could break something by that alone. The new position benefits the both of you greatly, granting him a better angle to reach deep and you find comfort in the way his body lays against yours. Pressing you down further into the bed, the weight comforting.

Even through the latex, he can feel the little bump of nerves his tip brushes against that's just rough enough to make him shiver. He purposefully aims his pelvis to be able to hit it each time. The lone arm at your hip wraps around your abdomen and he moans at how he can feel the bulge of skin pressed against his forearm from the size of the monster dick within you. 

It drives him feral, punctuating each sharp thrust with a praising hiss of, "Best. fuckin'. pussy. ever!"

And then it's happening. You can literally see the tightly-wound knot unraveling. Can feel as it loosens while your cunt suctions around his cock in a hard, vice-like grip. You cling around him, refusing to let him leave your warmth for a second. Not even daring to let him slide even a bit out. Though he wouldn't even think of it. As the mental ties come undone in your brain, so does your body — plummeting over and free-falling off the cliff of pleasure.

White flashes across your vision as your body writhes and shakes beneath Chan. Overcome by how fucking amazing it feels to be so full with the devastatingly huge dick of the person you care about the most tearing apart your insides. You're sobbing, tears drenching your face and where it lays. 

Chan's praising you through it all, complimenting how good you are for him, how perfect everything about you is, and how only you — his bestest, sluttiest, sweetest friend — could take him so well.

"Fuckin' knew you would be the one," he confesses and presses a kiss against your neck. It's so tender, full of love and gentleness despite how his hips cruelly still haven't let up, and it makes you wail even louder. "Ever since you smiled at me. Now, c'mon sweetheart 'n give it all to me. Show's only just gettin' started."

He's guiding you through the most intense orgasm you've ever had as it spirals from a crashing wave into a soon-to-be gushing waterfall. Yes, you've squirted before. But never with such a delightful buildup like this. And he knows you can take it, knows it's what you want as he coaches himself to hold off from his own finale. You let out a hearty moan, shaking at the overstimulation and feeling him twitch repeatedly inside. Almost as if his dick itself is begging for your release so it can do the same.

Your body listens and obeys, utterly charmed by your best friend's cock. Not like that would change the impending fate bound to happen anyway. Your cunt expels him out with a spray that splashes against his abs and drips down his thighs. Chan swears and grabs his length that bobs in the air upon being freed, fingers holding the condom tightly at the base like a makeshift cock ring. 

Furiously jerking off just a little bit to reach completion and then he's emptying what feels like a life's worth into the poor condom that can barely contain it. Unlike your pussy that would take it all if given the chance. It inflates, ballooning out and filling up with so much cum it's threatening to pop. As if it wasn't working overtime, straining around the sheer size of his cock.

It's so full and heavy, gravity weighing it down to flop against your folds that squirt out a tiny bit more upon contact that has your legs seizing. Your lower body — now growing numb — was somehow still sustained by Chan's insane one-arm strength until he flops onto you. Bringing you both down onto the wet mess on the bed.

"Get off, you're heavy," you grouch though a dumb smile lights up your blissed-out face.

He laughs breathlessly and rolls onto his side, bringing you into his arms and looking at you with stars in his eyes. You nuzzle into his neck, inhaling his comforting scent you never want to be without now that you've been fully encompassed by it in such an intimate manner. So you wait, feeling the way your hearts both beat rapidly and he takes a deep breath. Chest expanding as his lungs fill with much-needed air after so much exertion. 

Anticipation brims from the crown of your head to the tip of your toes when Chan finally asks, "Hey, do you still think size doesn't matter?"

You blink. Once. Twice. Thrice. Definitely not the question you were expecting.

There's a lively spark still dancing in his tired eyes and you match it with a playful smile. "I'm not really sure, I think you'll have to prove it to me a few more times."

"Suppose there's still a lot of condoms we can't let go to waste."

"Aw, you don't want me to make you some balloon animals?"

"That offer is tempting but…" Sneaky hands tickle the swell below your breasts and you giggle, half-heartedly batting him away. "Not as much as you are."

"And you know… there's still a lot of chances to confirm some things while we test out whose theory is right."

"Confirm what, my dear? 'Cause I'm pretty sure I've already staked my claim on what's mine." It's embarrassing how easily Chan can read you, a know-it-all smirk on his face as he cups your warm cheek oh-so-lovingly. "My slutty bestie's the only one who can take my cock like a champ, there's no way I'm letting you go now."

It's even more embarrassing that your heart and sore hole flutter at crude words that totally shouldn't make you feel like a silly fool in love. But because you are, it only makes you fall harder.

"So, you're mine now too?"

"If that's okay with you."

And of course, it's okay with you, you verbally affirm. Feeling his smile against your own when he leans in to kiss you. You'll confirm later that size really doesn't matter.  After all, you just happen to be lucky that your bestie-now-turned-boyfriend has a huge cock to complement the equally huge amount of love he has stored for you in his heart.

onlyseokmins: June 2023 ©

[fallinshua]

TRY NOT TO LAUGH CHALLENGE (IMPOSSIBLE)

[honeyshua]

Chan kissed your cheek as he was getting ready to leave. Only to freeze as he unexpectedly heard your voice “one more?” Chan laughed to himself before leaning down to kiss you again. “One more?” You asked again more awake this time. He kissed you again and held a finger up to your lips before you could say another word. “Baby I have to go. I sadly can’t just kiss you all day.” “And why not?” You jokingly asked accompanied with a pout.

“How about this? Tomorrow we can spend the whole day together. And then tomorrow night I’ll take you to your favorite restaurant. And when we come home I’ll have all the time to kiss you.”

You felt the butterflies in your stomach sensation hit like it did the first date you had with him. “That sounds wonderful!”

Chan smiled at your excitement and gave you one last kiss before he left.

[babyleostuff]

౨ৎ voicemails lee chan leaves you while he’s on tour - fluff (with a pinch of angst), established relationship, gn!reader (pet names used: baby, sweetie)

...one: hi baby, so we just landed. i can't wait to get to the hotel, i'm exhausted. hope you're sleeping well too, i'll call you in the morning. love you

…two: huh, i think i forgot how it feels to sleep without you. i couldn’t fall asleep yesterday, at all. did you, um, did you sleep well? or is it me just overreacting maybe

...three: why did you turn off your location, baby? you're acting suspicious again, and i'm scared. don’t think for a second i forgot about that last prank you pulled

...four: what are you up to today? any plans? make sure to eat before you go out, and text me when you have some time

...five: hi, so this is seungcheol. shut up dino, or i won’t give you the phone back. your boyfriend got a bit, eee, drunk, and he wanted to call you to tell you something. someone hold him back or else. the point is, he was too drunk to dial himself so i had to do it for him. dino come here, and say what you want to say. I LOVE YOUUUU

...six: shit, i was so drunk yesterday. i hope i didn’t say anything embarrassing. i’m sure the boys would stop me if i was about to make a fool out of myself, though (pause) yeah, they definitely wouldn’t stop me

...seven: i checked the weather back home, and it’s so cold. make sure to wear my coat that i left you sweetie, it’s the one that you like so much. if you need any hoodies or sweatshirts you can always borrow mine

...eight: saranghae nunbit

...nine: i never would've imagined a game of monopoly could be that intense

...ten: i miss you a lot, you know? i didn't want to tell you earlier, so you wouldn't think i'm clingy, but i really do miss you. do you think we can talk over face time? i don't want to fall asleep alone tonight

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[ksyongi]

gimme anything channie,, soft cuddly loving baby channie or nsfw idc I need my baby

hello elo baby🫶🏻🫶🏻

you pushed yourself all day at work again. chan could tell by the look in your face when you walked through the door. a tired pout prominent on your face and how chan could tell by the slightest that his shoulders were slumped. you plops himself on the empty space on the couch next to him before laying your head in his lap.

"hey baby" chan says. no response... "tell me what is on your mind maybe?" he knew he didn't have to ask but he could tell that you wanted to talk it out as usual. you sit up, the pout unchanged and your eyes were trying to stay open with all your might.

"it's just that... i want to be good for my colleagues. i'm afraid i cannot reach those expectations and it would seem that they put in so much effort and i don't. therefore it resulted in that." chan grab both of your palms and intertwine your fingers. "y/n baby, you always do your best in everything so i bet you don't have to worry about anything. just be yourself, you are amazing and perfect, everything somebody can ask for." "really?" you asks in curiosity. "yes. i mean it, i love you okay? don't ever doubt your abilities." chan grabs you in a warm and secure hug, all your worries vanishing. he lets go and presses a long lasting kiss on your forehead. "i'll run you a warm bubble bath alright? then we can cuddle after." chan says. "thank you chan, i love you so much."

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"Why aren't you jumping??" BOOCHAN 🥺