#m-chan

[hanfocus]

winning: ❌ causing problems: ✅

[chrisbangs]

Bang Chan Doing That Move

[huiracha]

(240808) MINI FANMEETING ♡ BANG CHAN

[linoguy]

skz smileys

[okiedokrie]

Dress

Summary: Watching your best friend get hot was a struggle, him not fucking you was harder.

Characters/Pairing: Best Friend!Lee Chan (Dino) x Fem!Reader

Genre: smut, porn without plot there is some if you squint

AU/Trope Info: Best Friends to Fucking, College AU

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Jealousy, some threats of body harm to self and to others mentioned, smut warnings under the cut

A/N: tagging @bitchlessdino and @the-boy-meets-evil as the main enablers of chan porn, thank you to @wonuvs for beta-reading!

Smut Warnings: Unprotected sex, marking, overstimulation, lmk if I missed anything!

Silence. Patience, pining, and anticipation. You think you might be going insane with how hard you're holding back from exploding in his face. You watch your best friend, Chan, talk to a girl, who in your opinion is too into whatever he's saying.

Like, okay, he's funny. But he's not squeeze his arm and throw your head back funny.

You're convinced if you stare hard enough you'll be able to burn a hole through the skull of this- objectively pretty- girl. Yeah, you can't get too jealous because she's gorgeous and you would've probably hated Chan if he fumbled her.

Still, that doesn't quench the burning hot jealousy you feel. The fire burning in your stomach being the catalyst for the events that followed that party. The unmistakable, ugly, green head of pure jealousy.

Chan, with his stupidly sculpted face that you've watched mature over the years, his perfect long black hair, his muscles pressing against his shirt, leather jacket, sittable nose-

You just think it's unfair how hot Chan has gotten and he still hasn't thought of fucking you. This isn't fair at all.

Just as you were about to successfully finish off the poor girl in various different ways, Chan finally noticed you stewing in your own envy; hands almost shaking from how hard you were holding back from him.

Chan excuses himself from the girl, much to your relief, to finally join your side again.

“Hey babe, you holding good here?” He says, with that signature, annoyingly charming, dopey smile of his.

“Chan, not gonna lie, I'm gonna fucking kill myself if you don't fuck me right now.” 

If Chan was surprised at your sudden horny outburst, he didn't show it. Ever the giver he is, he gives you one last dopey grin before leaning in to catch your lips in a searing kiss.

The force of the kiss caused you to drop the cup you were nursing, the warm beer spilling and soaking into the carpet, but you didn’t care—that was going to be Soonyoung's problem.

Your hands snake up from his firm chest tothe back of his neck, using it as leverage to pull yourself up to his height while pressing him to you.

You both separate from the kiss after remembering that you are, in fact, in public.

“Fuck, get me upstairs now.” You almost said in a whine, desperately clinging onto Chan like your life depended on it—and franky, it actually does.

He just giggles while gently guiding you upstairs to his room, a hand on your lower back while he guides you up the stairs. Entering his room, he stops to call for you,

“Y/n.” 

Your name on his lips made the world stop for a second. It was something simple—he's said it a thousand times—yet, the way he says it now makes you not want him as a best friend. Your name felt like a sleeper agent phrase that awakened a different level of horny in you that you didn’t think was possible.

Instead of replying, you opted to keep kissing him: his lips, his cheeks, his jaw, his neck, everywhere your lips could reach.

He falls onto the bed with a soft rustling noise from the sheets, and climbing on top of him, you greedily grind your clothed cunt on his hardening cock under his jeans. 

“Oh fuck, don't do that, not in that dress. I'm gonna cum like in my pants like a loser.” He smiles at you, nose wrinkling in a light-hearted grimace. 

“Oh, Channie,” you started, “I only got this dress so you could take it off.” 

A pathetic moan leaves him, eyes rolling to the back of his head as his hips jump, his hard cock pressing onto you.

Your lips meet his again. He swallows your sighs of content when his bulge bumps against your throbbing clit, his hands running up your thighs, hot palms dragging up the length of them under the fabric of your dress.

Grabbing handfuls of your ass, Chan keeps the pace as you continue to grind on him, swallowing each other's noises of desperation. 

Chan holds you close to him as he flips you both over, rolling you on your back, his lips reluctantly detaching from yours to trail sloppy, wet kisses down the column of your throat, letting out quiet moans at the taste of it.

Sucking on a specific spot on your neck, Chan's fingers hook on the straps of your dress to shimmy it off of you,  causing a shiver to run down your spine. Now, almost naked in front of him, you paw at his clothes. He pants as he shrugs off his jacket and takes his shirt off, your bare chests pressing against each other's as your lips meet for another feverish kiss.

“Chan, get naked quicker, please- I– I need you inside me so badly.” You whimpered, not caring if you seemed too needy because soon after, Chan's jeans and boxers are on the floor, and his hard cock slaps on his abs, his tip red, angry, leaking for you. Just looking at it, you’re convinced that thing could easily reach up to your throat. 

Ripping your panties off, Chan gets on top of you. “Fuck, you're so wet, lemme hit, babe.” Laughing, you give him the go ahead. Then, his lips are on yours, kissing you as a very large cock tries to split you open.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head, the satisfying burn of his cock occupying all of your thoughts, successfully dicknotizing you.

Chan wastes no time to set a brutal pace, his heavy balls slapping against your ass while his pelvis deliciously hits your clit. Clawing at his sheets, you let out loud, unashamed moans, not caring if someone at the relatively calm frat party downstairs heard you.

“Fuck, do you know how long I've dreamt of this? Finally getting to fuck this pussy like it's mine? Are you mine, babe?” Chan babbled, pussy drunk and distracted by your tits bouncing at the force of his thrusts.

You're no better than him, already so out of it that you can’t even process the filthy confessions leaving Chan's mouth. Licking your lips, you tilt your head up to suck marks into his skin, burgundy bruises soon blooming as his hips stutter. 

The desperate slapping sounds of your groins meeting shift to shallow ones as you both near your climaxes, Chan letting out precious little gasps and cut-off moans with every thrust.

Not doing any better than him, you whine, dragging your nails down his back, angry red lines appearing on his skin at their wake.

Then, your highs hit you at the same time, white hot pleasure seeping into your bones and boiling under your skin, ears ringing and vision blurring. With a gasp, Chan spills his load deep inside your gummy walls, making your cunt clench around him, sticking to him like a second skin.

Still in that post-orgasm bliss, Chan's hips don't stop moving. stretching your pussy with his cock over and over again, making you both dizzily cling to each other, bodies shivering, mouths drinking in the other's whimpers.

Chan was rutting his hips into yours like he'd perish if he stopped, both of you cringing from over stimulation, Chan sobbing about how good being inside of you felt. Even after just orgasming not 10 seconds ago, he's still hard and desperate to dump another load into you.

You're not sure if your night would end, even after the 4th time he made you cum.

[mojinchiimanga]

[faunandfloraas]

The case of Lee Know, Bang Chan and the Red ribbon headband (he'd prefer black) 2018 // 2024 ❤ ❤ @linoguy

[nonbinarypirat]

[ID: A meme of Iruma from Mairimashita! Iruma-Kun. The text reads "girlhood is a spectrum" with an arror below it. Underneath the arrow has four images of Iruma. From the left to right, there is evil cycle Irumi, evil cycle Iruma, Iruma, and Irumi. Iruma and Irumi are colored and the evil cycle Iruma's are mana panels that are black and white.]

Girlhood is a spectrum and Iruma is dancing all over it ✨

[vilevampirez]

[ID by @princess-of-purple-prose: Mairimashita! Iruma-kun fanart.

Colored art of Iruma wearing dresses. The left shows him wearing a purple dress with a glittery purple-to-pink skirt, doing a peace sign and looking flustered. The right shows him as Irumi, wearing a pink dress while winking and smiling widely. The center has small icons of his face for each version.

Uncolored line art of Irumi smiling and doing a rock hand.

A sketch of Iruma looking startled and blushing.

Irumi looking flustered.

Iruma with a big smile.

Iruma smiling happily, a heart floating next to him. End ID]

woe. mairuma art be upon ye

[stray-but-okay]

They’re powering him up

[cantstops1mping]

Bored

꒰ᐢ. ̫ .ᐢ꒱

𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ᡣ𐭩

// 🖤 - smut//

2121 words

{ao3}

§Yang Jeong-in | I.N. x m!reader x Christopher Bahng | Bangchan, m!reader x OT8 Stray Kids§

[male reader, bottom!reader, top!Yang Jeong-in | I.N., top!Christopher Bahng | Bangchan, 9th member!reader, maknae!reader, reader gets called: dove. jagi. jagiya. slut. whore, skirt, stockings, overstimulation, sub/dom dynamics, crying during sex, oral sex m.receiving (reader & bangchan), anal sex, unprotected sex, punishment, femboy not really, humiliation kink, groping, free use, couch sex, threesome, size kink, porn with plot]

«Jeongin got bored and you were the only one who could cure his boredom.»

This is my first smut! hope you all like it! (>/////< " )

Lee Know had put you in a skirt as punishment for being a brat while you all were filming Skzcode last week. 

The skirt punishment, one you hated with your entire being. No underwear, stockings, and this very small skirt which left little to the imagination. It only covered half of your ass and left your dick fully revealed at the front. 

The skirt meant free use, not that free use isn't always a thing, but it's more than usual. Over the couch, on the floor, pressed on the wall, on the counter, in the shower, everywhere.

Depending on how bad you were, a time limit was given for how long you had to wear the skirt. Sometimes it was a day, sometimes it was a week, sometimes even 2 weeks.

This time, it was only a week; a week of pure humiliation from all the other members. 

“Aww look at your tiny dick just hanging there; do you have no shame?”

“Dove, I dropped this mind picking it up?”

“Did that get you hard? Everything just goes straight to your dick doesn’t it?”

That's just a few of the things they say, along with sneaking pictures of your ass; the entire time is a nightmare for you.

Today you were happy to find out that 3racha and Seungmin were out to the studio to record and edit, while danceracha was out practicing, leaving you in an empty house. 

Well, almost empty. Everyone was out except Jeongin, your youngest hyung.

You wish you could take off the skirt but Jeongin was still here. You knew you would get spanked if ever tried taking it off and hiding it so you kept it on. You just opted to just stay in your room all day.

…

“Jagi, mind getting me water?” Jeongin yells from the living room

“Ok!” you yell back unhappily.

Slowly you walk out of your room and to the living room. You see Innie playing a game. Trying to quickly pass by him he grabs your arm and yanks you on his lap. “had to distract me didn’t you? Walking by like a slut in that short skirt.” he says while groping your ass.

As he gropes your ass, you can't help but get hard.

“already hard? You only think with your dick, don't you?” he says into your ear slyly.

He quickly manhandles you to lie on the couch. Ass up on the arm of the couch leaving your legs hanging off the side of the couch. “Hyung! Wait!” you yelp as he moves you around like a ragdoll.

“Wait? Why? Let me make you feel good, jagiya. You clearly want it” he smirked making you blush.

He lifts your skirt up to reveal the entirety of your hardened dick. He wraps his hand around the base of your erection. Jeongin’s hand almost covers your entire dick. Just leaving the tip out. “Look at how small your dick is. You can barely see it.” He says as he fakes a pout. 

You can feel the heat rising in your cheeks as Jeongin continues to taunt you about the size of your dick. He starts to stroke you slowly, his grip firm but gentle. You can't help but moan softly at the sensation, the embarrassment mixing with pleasure in a confusing whirlwind of emotions.

Jeongin leans in closer, his hot breath ghosting over your ear as he whispers, "Do you like that, whore? Do you like being teased and humiliated like the naughty little slut you are?" His words send shivers down your spine.

You can feel yourself getting closer to the edge, the pleasure building up inside you. Jeongin's hand works magic on you, his movements, calculated and precise, driving you wild with need. You grip the edge of the couch tightly, your whole body tingling with anticipation.

As you reach your peak, Jeongin speeds up his strokes, his thumb rubbing against your tip in just the right way to send you over the edge. With a strangled cry, you come hard, the intensity of your release leaving you breathless and dizzy. Jeongin smirks triumphantly, his hand still wrapped around your spent cock.

You lie there, panting and flushed, feeling a strange mixture of shame and satisfaction wash over you. You see Jeongin go down on his knees. “Wait what a-” You're interrupted by a moan escaping as Jeongin puts your dick in his mouth. It immediately hardened as you felt his wet mouth. 

“W-wait I just came!” you whine as he starts bobbing his head up and down. 

He quickly releases your dick from his mouth with a pop. “you're telling me your dick isn't hard?” he says quickly as he goes back to sucking your cock.

You can't help but moan at the sensation of his warm mouth enveloping your sensitive length once again. Jeongin's skilled tongue swirls around you, expertly teasing and coaxing another wave of pleasure from your body. Despite just having come, your cock responds eagerly to his ministrations, hardening once more under his touch.

The feeling of Jeongin's mouth moving up and down your shaft, the wet heat and suction creating an overwhelming sensation that leaves you gasping and writhing beneath him. You can't believe how good it feels.

As Jeongin continues his relentless assault on your cock, you can feel yourself reaching the edge once again. The pleasure builds and builds, spiraling out of control until you can't hold back any longer. With a guttural moan, you release once more, into Jeongin’s mouth. Your body shuddering with the force of your climax.

Jeongin pulls back and swallows, a satisfied smirk on his face as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. "Such a naughty little slut, coming for me twice in a row," he says, his voice dripping with amusement and satisfaction. You can't help but blush at his words, feeling a mix of embarrassment and arousal coursing through you.

As you catch your breath, Jeongin leans in close, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "Don't think this is over, baby. I'm just getting started with you." as he says this his hand engulfs your cock again.

“Wait! Hyung, please it's too much! Hyung!” you begged in between moans, almost crying.

“Why would I stop when you're already hard?” He says with a smirk on his face.

You feel yourself being pushed to the edge once again, the pleasure overwhelming your senses as Jeongin's hand works its magic on your sensitive length. His touch is relentless, driving you wild with need and desire. You can't help but moan and writhe beneath him, the intensity of the moment almost too much to bear.

As Jeongin continues to stroke you, his movements becoming faster and more urgent, you can feel yourself teetering on the brink of another release. Your body is on fire, every nerve ending tingling with pleasure as you spiral closer and closer to the edge. The rings on his hands leaving a cooling effect on your heated length, making you weak.

You try pushing jeongin's hand off of your overstimulated cock. Trying to not burst into tears from the overstimulation.

“Hey, has anyone seen m-” Chan gets interrupted with a moan from you.

“Chan, can you hold his hands?” Jeongin asks the older man.

“No, no! Please!” You weep. Begging Chan to stop Jeongin from any further assault on your dick.

Chan hesitates for a moment, looking conflicted as he sees the distress written all over your face. But ultimately, he complies with Jeongin’s request and takes hold of your hands, preventing you from pushing Jeongin away.

As Jeongin continues to pleasure you, Chan watches with a mixture of curiosity and arousal, he can feel his dick hardening. His grip on your hands was harsh. He can see the tears welling up in your eyes and the way your body trembles from the overwhelming sensations.

Jeonging slips two fingers into your ass. Adding to the simulation, making you cry harder.

The mixture of pleasure and pain overwhelming your senses. Jeongin's expert touch on your cock, combined with the intrusion of his fingers into your ass, sends you spinning into a whirlwind of pleasure. Tears stream down your face as you fall completely to the mercy of your youngest hyung and Chan, who holds your hands in place, preventing you from escaping the intense pleasure coursing through your body.

Your moans and cries fill the room, the sound of your desperation and need echoing off the walls. You can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, the pleasure building to a fever pitch that threatens to consume you entirely. The humiliation mingling with the overwhelming pleasure in a way that excites you.

As Jeongin continues to pleasure you, his fingers moving in and out of your ass with a relentless rhythm, you feel yourself teetering on the brink of another release. The combination of sensations is almost too much to bear, the overwhelming pleasure threatening to consume you entirely. You can't help but cry out in ecstasy, your body trembling with the force of your impending climax.

With a final, guttural moan, you feel yourself climax once more, your body shaking with the force of your release. You're left panting and breathless, completely spent and overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through you. Jeongin smirks triumphantly, his hand still wrapped around your quivering cock.

As you try to catch your breath, Jeongin leans in close once again, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "You're such a good little slut, aren't you? Coming for us like that, over and over again." His words send a shiver down your spine, a mix of shame and pleasure washing over you.

Jeongin flips you over on your stomach with one swift motion, making you yelp. He presses your face into the cushions of the couch, your ass exposed and vulnerable. You can hear Jeongin shuffling behind you, while Chan gets his rock-hard cock out. 

With a sudden thrust, Jeongin pushes his dick into you, making you cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. The sensation of being penetrated so suddenly and forcefully sends a jolt of electricity through your body, causing you to clench your muscles in response. You can feel every inch of him inside you, stretching you to your limits and filling you in a way that leaves you breathless.

Meanwhile, Chan positions himself in front of you, his hard cock bobbing in front of your face. He taps your cheek gently, indicating that he wants you to open your mouth for him. You comply, feeling a sense of submission and obedience as you eagerly take him into your mouth. The taste of him is musky and slightly salty, but you find yourself enjoying the feeling of him against your tongue.

As Jeongin continues to thrust into you, his movements becoming faster and more urgent, you can feel yourself being pushed to the brink once again. The sensation of being taken from both ends is overwhelming, the thrill of the situation only adding to your arousal. You can feel the beginning of a familiar tension building in your body, the pleasure and pain mixing together in a heady cocktail that threatens to drive you over the edge.

You can hear the sounds of skin slapping against skin, the groans and moans filling the room as you're being used by both Jeongin and Chan. The air is thick with the scent of sex and sweat, the intensity of the moment almost suffocating in its power. You can feel yourself surrendering to the sensations, losing yourself in the pleasure of being taken so thoroughly and completely.

As Jeongin's thrusts became more erratic and desperate, you could feel yourself teetering on the edge of another climax. The pressure building inside you is almost unbearable, the need for release driving you to the brink of oblivion. You can't help but cry out, the overwhelming sensations taking hold of you completely.

With a final, desperate cry, you feel yourself plummet over the edge, your body convulsing with the force of your release. You can feel Chan pulsing inside your mouth, his own climax adding to the intensity of the moment. You're left trembling and breathless, completely spent and overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through you.

As you lie there, panting, you can feel Jeongin and Chan's hot breath on your skin, their bodies pressed against yours in a tangle of limbs and sweat. “Honestly I called you over to get me water because I was bored and hard,” Jeongin says to you smirking 

“And I forgot what I came here for,” Chan says with a groan.

© cantstops1mping 2024; please do not copy, steal, repost, modify, translate, or recommend on any other platform without giving me credit or without my permission!

[hanfocus]

hanjitonin boost 💖☀️✨😆

+ bonus

[chrisbangs]

찬이의 "방" 🐺 200 Episode Special

200! 

I looked back at the message I wrote for you almost 2 years ago now, to see what I said. And honestly, I have to agree with past me. It doesn’t feel like that much time has passed since the first day you showed up on VLive and spoke to us so kind and warmly. 200 episodes later, and well now on YouTube, and you are still doing just that. Week after week, being there for us to cheer us up with your laughter and your jokes and your advice and your terrible pick up lines. I still have nothing in my heart but gratitude towards you, Channie. Thank you for continuing to be the most amazing person ever. 

Let’s meet each other again next week, okay?

[rave-meow]

I HAVENT been able 2 draw due to my dastardly school schedule this week so have some goofy doodles heh. (dies tragically while tagging each and every character (this was a mistake

[strwbrrychnnie]

< about time >

pairing:: bang chan x older male reader genre:: smut // fluff - - minors dni!! word count:: 2.9k summary:: you’re an overworked college student and your best friend, bang chan, is a famous kpop idol. he’s constantly busy and you haven’t seen him in months. he surprises you with a visit late one night, and scenes in the movie you watch sparks a flame you didn’t know existed between you two. warnings:: smut !!! unprotected sex, oral (m receiving), slight d / s dynamic, dirty talk, praise, slight pet play if you squint, swearing, petnames, age dynamic & honorifics, crying notes:: my first work on here :fingers-crossed: not entirely proofread either srry ;; i’ve actually never seen ‘about time,’ but i know vaguely what happens in it- bare with me if i get anything wrong ,,</3 i don’t know how to end stories i’m so sorry

it’s been a long day. you’ve been working on your homework all day- reading textbooks and taking notes, replying to insufferable classmates on discussion posts, studying for an upcoming test. all you want is someone to hold you, and nobody comes to mind.

that is, except for your best friend, chan.

he’s always there when you need him, but he's beyond busy. he’ll pick up every call within a ring or two, but never has time to talk more than five minutes. but he never forgets to text you good night, sleep well, to dream happy thoughts.

you groan, leaning back in your chair. would he come over if you asked? does he even have the time? is he even still in korea? you spiral and spiral until you eventually pick up your phone, deciding to find out for yourself.

he picks up before the first ring, a coarse voice filling your ear. “y/n? you okay? it’s 2am, sweetheart.” your heart aches at the petname.

“i- sorry. i’ve been up working on homework, i didn't mean to wake you up.” you whisper into the phone. chan laughs gently.

“i’ve been up. don't worry about me, it's just good to hear your voice.” a silence falls over you, registering his compliment. “you there?”

“yeah- yeah, sorry. just…” you bite your tongue. “i miss you, chan.” he sighs on the other end of the phone.

“i miss you too. look, how about… i wrap things up here, and come over?” your eyes widen.

“wait, really? can you even do that?” chan laughs again.

“of course i can, y/n. i don't have a schedule tomorrow, so i can do whatever i want tonight. would you like that?” chan teases.

“yes, please. i need you.” you bite your lip at your neediness. chan chuckles, and you hear a rustling on his end of the phone.

“you need me, baby boy? did i hear that right?” you groan, squeezing your eyes shut.

“that’s hyung to you, sir.” you correct.

“you're barely older than me! don't make me call you that.” chan whines.

“yeah, yeah. hurry up over there and come over, okay?” chan huffs playfully.

“okay. give me like thirty minutes, i'll head out right as i finish.” you smile, pursing your lips together at the thought of seeing him again.

“see you soon, channie.”

“see you soon, y/n-ie.”

---

it's almost exactly thirty minutes before you hear a knock at your door. you jump up, running to unlock it, greeted with your best friend dressed in all black.

“hi, channie.” you say softly, playing with the hem of your shirt. chan smiles, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around your waist.

“hi, hyung. i missed you.” chan whispers as you sigh, wrapping your arms around him, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck. chan chuckles, squeezing you tighter. “you okay?” you shake your head.

“just… long day. needed to be around someone.” chan nods, caressing your back, holding you tight.

“i know, sweetheart. i’m here now, okay?” you bury your face deeper into his neck.

“okay.”

it feels like eternity, standing there in the atrium, hugging chan. but you wouldn't have it any other way. chan breaks the silence, clearing his throat.

“hyung, let's go to your room. you need to get some rest.” you groan, holding chan tighter.

“i'm not tired. i still have work i need to do, i’m so behind and-”

“hey, hey.” chan pulls away, holding your shoulders at an arm’s distance. “don't worry about all that. just get some rest, with me, yeah?” chan cups your face in his hand, caressing your cheek. you lean into his touch, your eyes fluttering shut.

“okay.. fine.” you give up, melting into chan’s touch. chan giggles, moving a hand from your shoulder down to your hand.

“that’s my hyungie.” chan praises, leading you up to your bedroom. 

once you get there, you sit against the headboard of the bed, pulling a blanket over your lower half. “let me help you.” chan offers, sitting beside you and gently pulling the blanket over both of you. “we can watch a movie or something if you want?” chan suggests, snuggling closer to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and laying his head on your shoulder.

“we can watch something, i'm okay with that.” you lay your head against chan's head, closing your eyes and sighing softly. chan moves a hand to your thigh, caressing it softly.

“alright, anything in particular you want to watch?” chan asks, rubbing small circles on your thigh, feeling your breathing slow down. “or should we pick something together?” chan hums, enjoying the warmth of your body against his.

“what was that movie you watched with stay the other day?” you ask. “i was busy when you watched it, so i never got to see it.”

“oh- about time?” chan blushes. “that’s like my favorite movie. i’d so be okay with watching that again.” you smile, reaching for the remote and turning on the tv. you pull up the movie and press play, chan’s thigh against yours, his hand caressing your skin.

the two of you enjoy the movie, cuddling and leaning against each other. about halfway through, a sex scene pops up on the screen, shocking you. you purse your lips, trying to focus on the screen, instead of the hand on your bare thigh. chan continues caressing your skin, seemingly unbothered by the scene on the tv.

“hyung.” chan whispers, moving his hand closer to your inner thigh. “i’ll stop if you tell me to.” you shake your head, eyes falling down to the blankets, covering chan’s hand.

“it’s.. it’s okay.” chan hums, continuing to stroke your thigh, matching the rhythm of the movie's steamy scene. he keeps his gaze on the screen, as you bite your lip and refuse to look up. chan slowly snakes his hand up your inner thigh, dangerously close to your crotch. chan nuzzles his face against your shoulder, as you bite back a whimper.

“hyung...” chan murmurs, turning to you, stopping his hand right above your growing bulge. “do you want me to stop?” his voice trembles, his breath warm against your neck.

you shake your head. “no, i… please keep going.” the movie forgotten, you purse your lips together, turning away from chan from embarrassment.

“good boy.” chan praises, his heart pounding out of his chest. he slides his hand up to your clothed erection, palming it gently through your shorts. chan presses a soft kiss to the side of your neck, slipping a hand under your shorts and cupping your length over your underwear. you whimper, squeezing your eyes closed.

“channie…”

“shh, it’s okay, hyung. i’ve got you.” chan reassures, stroking your erection through your underwear. he presses soft kisses down your neck, nibbling gentle marks into your skin. “so fucking hot for me, yeah?” chan teases, increasing the pressure slightly.

“shit…” you bite back a moan, looking down at where chan is touching you.

“i know, baby.” chan coos, feeling you twitch beneath his touch. “i want to make you feel good, okay?” chan whispers, sliding his hand inside your underwear and gripping you gently. “is this okay?” he asks, his own erection straining against his pants.

“yes, yes, please, channie.” you beg, your dick twitching in chan’s hold. you shift the blanket, moving it off your crotch so you can watch him touch you. the cold air is a welcome feeling, as chan’s hand is so warm against you.

“fuck, hyung.” chan gasps, his eyes widening at the sight of your hardened length. he takes a deep breath, leaning down and taking you into his mouth.

“chris! oh, fuck.” you buck up into his mouth at the sudden feeling, his mouth warm and tight around your cock. chan chuckles around you at the use of his real name, as he moves a hand down to play with your balls gently.

chan hums around you, sucking harder, his tongue dancing along your shaft. chan caresses your balls gently, eliciting another whimper from you. “you taste so good.” he lifts off your cock to breathe, then dives back in, swallowing your length fully and bobbing his head rhythmically.

“channie, oh my god.” you bury a hand in his hair, just petting it, not trying to force him to stay down on your cock. you throw your head back, whimpering as chan swallows around you.

“i’m not stopping, hyung.” chan promises, leaning back down, his cheeks hollowing as he sucks you deep. chan releases your balls, gripping your thighs tightly, hard enough to leave marks. “cum in my mouth, hyung.” he begs. chan increases his pace, sucking harder and bobbing quicker, his saliva dripping down your shaft. he takes you fully in his mouth, his nose brushing against your pubic bone. you hold back a loud moan and bite your bottom lip. 

“close, channie. so close.” chan nods, swallowing around you, humming gently. a hot flash runs through your body, your hips bucking involuntarily into chan’s mouth. you come with a loud groan, filling chan’s mouth with your warm seed. you shake through your orgasm, your body going weak and your head falling back against the headboard. you pant, petting chan’s hair as he gently sucks you clean.

“there you go, baby.” chan praises, swallowing your cum and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. he presses a kiss to the side of your cock, humming happily. “are you alright?” chan asks, looking up, concern in his voice. you nod, visibly exhausted, opening your eyes slowly to see a red-faced chan with a crooked smile, his mouth slightly open.

“i- thank you, chan. that was…” chan giggles, leaning in to kiss your cheek.

“anytime, hyungie.” chan smiles, his heart racing. he sits closer to you, pulling you into a hug. “how do you feel?” he asks, his erection hard against your hip. you blush, leaning into his hug, shifting so your hip brushes against his bulge. chan whimpers, burying his face into your neck.

“i’m okay… what about you, channie? can i help you?” you whisper, caressing his inner thigh. chan whines, breathing heavily against your neck.

“hyung...” chan stammers, his erection pulsating against your hip. “i want to fuck you.” he confesses, his voice barely audible. “but only if you're okay with that.” he adds, his heart pounding wildly in his chest.

“oh, god.” you throw your head back in shock. “i want nothing more than that. please?” you plead and chan lets go of you, throwing the blankets off you both, sitting in front of you. he carefully guides you to lay on your back, your head against the pillow. chan giggles, slipping your shorts and underwear off your legs, leaving you alone in your shirt. chan slips off his shirt, revealing his perfectly toned body. you purse your lips together, admiring his body. “you’re so beautiful, chris.” chan blushes, looking away, covering his face with his hands.

“stoppp… i’m not.. i’m not beautiful.” you pull chan down, his legs kneeling on either side of your torso. you cup chan’s face with one of your hands, the other placed on his chest.

“you’re perfect, in every way. you’re so, so, pretty, christopher.” chan whines, burying his face in the crook of your neck, his face flushed red. “i mean it, baby. you’re so beautiful.” chan groans, pulling himself up.

“okay, okay, i get it, you’re in love with me.” chan teases, kneeling on his shins, slipping out of his shorts and underwear. you tilt your head to the side, admiring chan’s body.

“you’re not wrong. i’ve kinda always been in love with you, chris.” chan stops in his tracks, making eye contact with you.

“i… i love you too, hyung.” chan mumbles, his heart overflowing with emotion. he looks down, pumping his cock twice, his tip wet with precum.

you melt, reaching your hand out to hold chan’s. “so pretty, channie.” chan shakes his head, shy, taking your hand into his.

“hyung…” chan whimpers, his eyes locked on yours. he positions himself between your legs, his tip pressing against your entrance. “are you sure?” he asks, his voice shaking. you nod.

“i’m sure, channie. i’m good, go ahead.” you squeeze chan’s hand. chan takes a deep breath, pushing in slowly, hissing as he feels the tightness of your entrance. he stops, waiting for you to adjust. 

“you okay?” he asks, his face flushed. you squeeze your eyes shut, gripping chan’s hand tightly.

“so- so big, channie.”

“sorry, hyungie.” chan apologizes, pulling out slightly and slowly pushes in again, a little further this time. “i’ll be gentle, i promise.” he whispers, his eyes locked on your face. you purse your lips together, gripping chan’s hand as tight as you can.

“it’s okay- ah,” you whimper. “you can go deeper. i can take it.” chan nods, thrusting slightly deeper, eyes blown wide at the sensation.

“fuck, you’re so tight, hyung.” he groans, starting a gentle pace, rocking back and forth out of you. you throw your head back at the burn, squeezing chan’s hand at every thrust. he squeezes back gently.

“puppy, feels so good.”

you can feel chan twitch inside of you, and he collapses onto your chest. he breathes heavily, holding your hand tight, stalling the movement of his hips.

“call me that again.” you chuckle, slipping your free hand into his hair.

“what..? puppy?” chan whines, burying his face into your shirt. he ruts up into you involuntarily, groaning as he pushes deeper into you.

“you’re driving me crazy, hyung.” his thrusts pick up again, going deeper every time. you softly pull his hair, groaning at the wonderful mix of pleasure and pain.

“just like that, puppy, you’re doing so well.” chan gasps into your shirt, his pace growing frantic. he fucks you harder, his free hand gripping your hip tightly. you moan loudly, eyes blown wide, watching chan fall apart on top of you.

“i’m- fuck, i’ll cum if you keep calling me that.” he bites the fabric of your shirt, his dick twitching inside of you as he ruts deeper into you. you squeeze his hand, pulling his hair so he lifts his head. chan looks up at you with teary eyes, a pout on his lips. you pull him closer, kissing him gently, your tongue running over his bottom lip. chan whimpers into the kiss, his dick throbbing inside of you. he slips his tongue inside your mouth, matching the frantic movement of his hips. he bites gently at your bottom lip, licking into you hungrily.

“good boy,” you whisper between kisses. “just like that, puppy.” you suck on chan’s tongue, squeezing his hand. chan moans into your mouth, his thrusts becoming sloppy. he fucks you harder, feeling his orgasm building up.

“hyung!” chan cries out, holding your waist tightly. he gasps between kisses.

“come on, puppy, you’ve got it.” you praise, kissing his nose. “come for me, pretty boy.”

chan chokes out a sob, arching his back, releasing into you. he kisses you hungrily, riding out his high. “i love you, hyung.” he whimpers, spilling his seed into you, pumping it deeper. you pet his hair gently, letting go of his hand. you cup his face, caressing his cheek, wiping a stray tear off his face.

“you did so well for me, puppy. i love you so much.” chan nuzzles his face into your hand, quietly letting the tears fall. “hey, hey, are you okay..?” you panic, frantically wiping his tears with both hands. chan nods in your hands, taking a deep breath.

“yeah, i’m sorry, just…” chan wipes his own tears away, embarrassed. he buries his face into your chest, murmuring. “just overwhelmed.” his voice cracks. your heart aches.

“i know, baby. i’ve got you.” you hold him closer, petting his hair and kissing his scalp. chan whimpers, holding onto you tightly. he lays on top of you, panting heavily, trying to catch his breath.

“you made me feel so good, hyung. thank you.” he mumbles into your shirt. you chuckle, tilting his head up by his chin to meet your eyes.

“anytime, channie. that was perfect.” you kiss chan’s nose. he giggles, kissing your lips tenderly. he smiles into the kiss, burying his face into your neck.

“thank you, hyung.” he whispers, nuzzling his face against your skin. you squeeze chan in your arms, sighing contentedly.

“i’ll hold you as long as you need, but we need to clean up soon, baby.” you caress his back, skating your fingertips along his muscles. chan shivers, snuggling into your embrace. he nods slightly, then slowly sits up, slipping out of you with a groan.

“we- we should clean up now, i think.” you nod, sitting up, wincing as globs of chan’s cum spill out of you onto the bedsheets. you chuckle, looking down at the blankets. 

“we’re gonna have to do laundry, too.” chan giggles, helping you up to your feet, kissing your shoulder.

“let’s do that tomorrow, yeah? for now…” chan pulls you in for a passionate kiss. “let’s take a shower, okay?” he whispers against your lips. you nod, rubbing your nose against his.

“good idea, pup.” chan blushes, covering his face with his hand.

“stoppp it, hyung.” he whines, turning away and heading towards the bathroom as you follow closely behind, knowing that tonight is nowhere near over.

[ftdino]

dino + the one guy that would beat me in a "who loves dino the most" contest