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THE DRYAD : bang chan

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pairing: bang chan x afab!reader

warnings: nipple play, unprotected sex, sex in the woods, bondage, squirting

a/n: happy intl bday channie <3 i took some creative liberty with chan’s dryad abilities so if you’re a super mega dryad stan and are expecting something super accurate pls don’t hate me. anyways, i do hope you enjoy! reblogs and comments are always appreciated :)

the branches curling around the frame of the door curl tighter when you step close to it again. it’s almost as if they’re excited to see you, branches winding and leaves twitching in joy like they know you’re here for the one who resides inside. 

the door opens easily when you twist the knob, and you’re stepping right into a thick forest from the hallway of your house. it doesn’t always open to the same place, but you’ve been here and around enough to know where you are. the door shuts when you step through it and onto the dirt path before you. the sunlight shines through the trees, light twinkling around you and illuminating spots on the leaves, the ground. you can hear the waterfall that rushes in the east, and that’s where you begin to head. 

it takes you off the path, but that doesn’t worry you, you’re never in danger here. 

a hummingbird buzzes past your head; you decide to pause so that you can take in the scenery around you before all of it becomes lost in the presence of him. your head lurches to the right when you hear a branch snap on the ground, and you’re met with a meandering doe and her fawn. they look at you with big, shining eyes before continuing on their way. it’s beautiful here, serene, the leaves on the trees rustle in the breeze, the birds chirp around you, and a giggle comes from your right. 

you pretend like you don’t hear it, ducking your head to hide the smile that steadily grows on your face

chan is so cute and so is his squeaky, bright giggle. 

he’s following you, shyly hiding behind the trees and the bushes and watching as you make your way to his tree, the one by the rushing waterfall. out of your periphery, you can see his curly haired head peeking out from over a thick branch, his mossy curls blending in with the leaves around him. there’s a squeaky giggle again before he ducks behind the tree. you smile; you can picture his sweet dimples now, the green tinted tips of his fingers clenching and unclenching with unbridled joy that you know he feels. it’s contagious, you feel it too. he always gets this way when he sees that you’ve returned to the forest, when he sees that you’ve returned to him. 

the closer you get to the waterfall, the more excited chan gets. you can tell by the frantic rustling of the leaves you hear all around you; they can feel his excitement and decide to join in the fun one by one, and his giggles haven’t subsided a bit. 

there’s a dip in the forest floor and a grand oak tree root protruding from the ground, thick and sturdy. you’ve stepped over it enough times that you absolutely should know the placement of it by now, but alas, the only thing on your mind is the sweet, joyful dryad behind you. 

your shoe catches on the root and you hit the ground with an undignified oof, falling straight to your hands and knees. luckily it doesn’t hurt too bad, the soil on the forest floor is moist and soft, but your knees still sting where they press hard against the ground. the tree almost groans, and you hear a valiant crack from the oak before chan is by your side. the root vibrates as the branches of the tree begin to sway and crackle. it’s trying to make sure you’re alright, you think, and the moving branches only settle when you press your hand to the root that’s nearly trying to unearth itself completely to check on you. 

“hey, i’m alright,” you promise, and the tree stills its movement. “i’m okay. just clumsy.” 

that’s when you feel chan’s hand against your back. gone are the giggles and sweet, dimpled smile that must have adorned his handsome face just a moment prior. in its place is now a look of worry - his eyebrows furrow and his plump lips form a slight frown. 

“you’re okay, yeah?” he asks. chan pets his hands over you like he’s checking for injuries and is only partially satisfied when he finds no traces of broken bones or ugly cuts. you’re fine, completely intact, minus the slight smarting of your knees and palms and the bruise to your pride. 

“yeah, for sure. just- fell for you, is all.” 

he blinks owlishly at you, and his ears blush green right before your very eyes. chan sputters for a moment, your own grin beginning to widen on your face while you watch him. 

“you- hey! you- you did not, oh my gosh, haha. you’re- oh geez, you’re really alright?” 

chan gives you his hands to help you stand up, and he eases back to the ground to clean the dirt from your knees. his thumbs are gentle when they swipe at the soil that sullies them. he presses a kiss against the heated skin next, one to your right and one to your left, before he takes your palms in his to give them the same treatment. he gazes up at you when he kisses the soft skin of your palm, lips lingering only a moment longer than they did on your knees. his attention has them feeling better already. you don’t know if dryads have healing powers or if it’s just a chan thing, but you wouldn’t be surprised if it was. 

“i’m really alright,” you finally say, lightly lifting both of your hands so they can cup his face. he leans into your touch, eyes drooping contentedly when your thumbs caress the green tint of his blushing cheeks. “come on, take me to see the waterfall.” 

it’s only a short trek from here, and the walk goes by quicker with chan finally by your side. you saw him a few days ago but it’s always nice to catch up with him, hear his lilting voice and watch his hands gesture in the air when he gets more and more into the story he’s telling you. you’re looking at him while you walk, eyes so completely focused on his expressive face that you hardly notice the change in color around you until he slows to a stop in front of his tree, his home. 

“chan,” you breathe, breath leaving your lungs at once. “chan, it’s so beautiful…” 

the grass on the forest floor still grows a vibrant, kelly green, but the plush leaves in the trees have turned to beautiful yellows and oranges and reds with the changing of the season. chan watches as you spin yourself in a slow circle to take everything in. the colors of fall span as far as the eye can see, and your gaze follows as an orange leaf snaps from the end of a branch and sways to the trickling waterfall below. the waterfall looks even more otherworldly with the new autumnal shades around it. you’ll dip your feet into the trickling stream with chan later, relax together and listen to the water rushing and cascading dreamily over the stones. 

“yeah, it is beautiful,” chan echos, but when you look at him — with all your barely concealed amazement — he’s already looking at you. he smiles when you catch him, but it’s more sheepish than cocky or confident. 

your lips meet his teeth when you lean in for a kiss and all it does is make him grin wider. as always, his joy is contagious, and you can’t help but smile with him. it continues like that until you’re giggling into each other's mouths, until he’s laying you down on the thick tree limb that snakes across the ground and curls back into the air at the tip. 

chan’s tree is the biggest in the forest, the oldest and wisest and strongest. some of its branches are so thick and low to the ground that you can use them as a place to rest, others you can hang off of and play around on. the tree gave you chan; it gives him life, keeps him well, and you owe so much to this special, special tree. 

you bite your lip when chan shyly spreads your legs and moves to stand between them. he straddles the branch and leans forward to continue kissing you breathless. chan tastes sweet when you slip your tongue into his mouth, earthy, and he groans loudly when you suck on his plump bottom lip. your hands are just as restless as his, they knead against his naked back, cup his shoulders, card through his mossy, curly hair while chan feels you up. his small hands are gentle when he touches you, but he’s almost desperate with want. his bottom lip only slips from your mouth when your head tips back against the branch, mouth open in an airy moan. 

he cups your chest, squeezes the mounds of your tits as his pillowy lips trail from yours down to your neck. 

your shirt unbuttons from the front, something plaid and oversized that you took out of the closet beside the hallway before you left. your fingers shake as they undo the buttons, and chan’s no help. 

buttons are difficult for a dryad who wears no clothes.  

his big nose nuzzles against your bra-clad breasts when your shirt is unbuttoned far enough. he hates bras, you know it, and his eyebrows furrow as he tries to pull it down far enough to press wet kisses to the supple skin of your chest. 

“gosh, why d’you even wear this silly thing?” he grumbles. 

“aww, you wanna see ‘em that bad?” you know the answer to that too. chan’s obsessed with your tits. 

“i- yes. yeah, you know i do. come on, don’t be mean! please?” 

he’s so fun to tease, your sweet, shy dryad, but you can hardly handle him when he gives you those puppy dog eyes. those little sapling eyes, or something like that. he always uses them to his advantage. 

it’s a blessing that your bra unhooks from the front as well. the fabric of your shirt and padded bra collect at your armpits, and chan helps you sit up so he can take them off all together. your back arches when he lays you back down against the smooth bark of the tree - it’s cool against your heated, sweaty skin. chan uses the bow of your back as an opportunity to take two handfuls of your bared breasts. he looks from one to the other in awe, tongues his cheek before he licks up the valley in the middle of your chest. 

your nipples come next; he goes back and forth between the two of them until your legs are squeezing shut around his bare hips. his fingers circle the peak of one while he focuses his mouth on the other. 

“fuck me, fuck me, ‘m really wet,” you whimper, wriggling on the branch to try and scoot your pants down your legs. it takes the two of you to pull them down after chan makes surprisingly quick work of your boots, and you’re finally naked together. 

you go to spread your legs wider but yelp when you teeter on the width of the branch. it was already embarrassing enough to fall once today and you’d rather not do it again, especially not naked and needy. chan’s strong hands shoot out to steady your hips, but that’s not all that does. 

half of the bones in his skeleton are shrouded by tree wood, and the nature of his unique, foliar body allows him to do equally unique, foliar things. 

green vines snake quickly from his shoulders to steady you as well, wrapping snugly around your arms and your thighs to keep you still. it takes your breath away for a moment, your sudden lack of movement, and it looks as if chan isn’t faring any better. 

he greens even further, and the flush seeps down to his neck. it’s so handsome, so endearing, just like everything about him. chan is embarrassed, already fretting about the vines that wrapped around your body without his permission. he blinks hard, glancing to the sky for a second before looking back down at your unmoving body. 

“i’m so sorry, i didn’t- um! sometimes they- haha, they like, have a mind of their own, and we thought you were gonna fall, so- so… sorry, this is so embarrassing.” 

despite his worrying, the vines stay stubbornly wrapped around you. it’s comforting, really. they’re smooth enough that they aren’t uncomfortable against your skin and it’s honestly nice to have some added protection against falling. 

“hey, nah, come on,” chan pouts, but the vines don’t move. “um, they’re not- they won’t…” 

your eyes snap to his. you'll show him how much you really don’t mind, give him a bit of a show. the vines allow you enough leeway to lift your arms above your head and cross your wrists - they slither from your arms to wrap around your crossed wrists instead, and chan watches in wonder as you twist your hands to test the movement. chan’s vines are loose enough that they don’t cut off the circulation, but they’re wrapped snug around you. you’re not going anywhere unless they want you to. 

they curl tighter around your thighs too, pushing your legs to your chest and wrapping themselves around your thighs and shins to keep them close together. 

you’re spread completely open for him, unable to hide yourself from chan’s roaming eyes if you were to suddenly feel shy. it makes you moan, the lack of movement allowed to you and the spectacle you must make for him. 

“f-fuck, chan, oh my god,” you whimper. he pets your stomach, caresses the space between your breasts with tender fingers as he watches on with sparkles in his eyes. “get in me. fuck, fuck. please?” 

“yeah. yeah, okay. you sure?” 

he doesn’t make you wait. he never really does, not when he’s just as desperate for it as you are. he leans further over the branch so he can brace his forearm on it and kiss you while his other hand takes hold of his cock and nudges the tip against the give of your wet hole. the stretch has your toes curling right away. he’s big, so big that it feels like he’s in your throat, and the vines snake between your fingers when you squirm like they’re holding your hands. 

chan’s panting, eyes locked on where he spears you open. you clench on him and he nearly shouts. his eyes widen before he blinks rapidly and gives you one deep thrust inside. “you’re a menace.” 

you’re horny, that’s what you are. you wouldn’t have to be a menace if he’d just get on with it and fuck you. if his vines weren’t holding you still, you’d have already taken matters into your own hands by now, fucked yourself down on his big cock until you both saw stars and were cumming together. 

“fucking- please! please let me have it. channie!” you cry, voice wobbling with your rising need. 

he just nods, bites his fat bottom lip in concentration and rolls his hips roughly. the sound of it is incredible, you can hear it over the constant rushing of the waterfall and the serene trickle of the river it connects to. his balls slap against the skin of your ass, his cock fucks wet noises from your cunt like it’s going out of style. it’s a beautiful mixture, the sounds of the forest and the sounds of your love combined into one. 

chan is tinted green all the way down his chest. he’s sweating now, and the veins in his neck and arms protrude with the effort he’s putting in to fuck you good. 

“nnnuh,” he grunts. another wounded noise leaves his pretty lips when you clench on him again. “butterfly, that- oh fuck, fuck. your little pussy…” 

“‘s tight, huh?” a pitiful nod, but he fucks you harder. “wet?” another nod. “you like it?” 

“i want you to squirt all over me,” chan grits through his teeth. it takes a moment, but he shakes his head rapidly like he just heard his own words from someone else’s perspective. “s-sorry, sorry- gosh, i really didn’t mean t-to say that.” 

you’ll do it though. you’ll squirt all over his dick when he makes you cum, squirt until you’re drenching him like he wants. until you’re drenching yourself. 

chan leans back on his palms and slows his thrusts, focusing now on hitting you deep. he’s a sight like this - muscular torso on perfect display, almost posing like an adonis that you could only dream of. your eyes cross when his thrusts hit that sweet, gummy spot inside, and the only reason you fight to uncross them is to see the way his corded muscles work while he fucks you good.

the vines tighten their hold on your wrists and legs - that’s when you feel yourself being moved, and you yelp out a high pitched ooh! when they tug you down on chan’s slowly pistoning cock. he was already deep before but it’s so good that it almost hurts now, with the vines shunting you down on his cock right as he thrusts forward. you can definitely squirt like this, you have half the mind to think, you’ll give him what he asked for with no doubt. the angle of his cock hits you right where you need it, angled upwards just enough where he rubs against that spot that gets your thighs shaking without fail. 

“that’s it for me, right there. i- oh my gosh, you’ll- you’ll cum for me?” he aks, begs, adjusting his palms on the branch again to keep his pace and position steady. “want you to fucking cum, butterfly. on me, all over me, shhhit- all fucking over me.” 

it doesn’t take much more after that. chan’s fluid thrusts, paired with a soft little leaf from one of his vines that comes down to flutter against your swollen, achy clit, get you there and take you further. your orgasm feels almost life changing - the vines pull you down on chan’s cock so roughly that you clench hard enough to push it out of you. that’s how you squirt, clenching and gushing over nothing until chan frantically brings the tip of his cock to your clit and shakes it. it sends your juices flying everywhere, splashes against his taut stomach and covers your quivering thighs until you’re gulping down mouthfuls of air to calm yourself down. you’d writhe around if you could, but the grip of the vines won’t let you. 

chan is happy to jerk himself off above you and cum that way, but that’s not what you want. you want him to cum inside, plant his seed inside of you until you’re leaking with him. so you beg. “use me,” you plead, batting your tear-clumped eyelashes at him the way you know he loves. “use me to cum, chan, please? please keep- don’t stop fucking me.” 

he’s helpless when it comes to you, when it comes to giving you what you want, so he sheaths himself back inside and rolls his hips again. he’s blanketing you now, leaning over you so that he can look into your eyes and feel the bounce of your tits against the bulk of his chest. 

chan doesn’t take long either, not with you milking his cock the way you are. he’s slick all the way up to his pecs with sweat and your squirt. you’re wet when you press together, and that’s what does him in, the glisten of your sex-warm skin. 

chan cums deep inside like he always does. it’s a bit of a wait, but it’s something you’re used to now and that you even look forward to. he orgasms hard because the process is so unhurried, and his sap-like cum oozes from the tip of his cock to coat your insides. you’ll be sticky all over when he manages to climb off of you, but that’s nothing a dip in the river can’t fix. 

his dimples pop on his cheeks when he sees the dazed look in your eyes. chan smiles at you sweetly, nuzzling his nose with yours and pressing a kiss to your lips. the vines unwrap themselves from your wrists and legs when they realize what you want, and you wrap your limbs around chan the first moment you’re able to. 

“song of my soul,” he breathes. your heart thumps heavily in your chest. 

“sap,” you say back, but he knows that he’s yours too. 

“for you? always. and like- kinda literally too, haha.”

There’s a moment of happiness, and it comes out of the blue. So, I think happiness is like a visiting guest. It may not be big, or grandiose. I think that’s what happiness is. HAPPY BIRTHDAY HAN JISUNG ♡ SEPTEMBER 14, 2000

The Pink Palace | Horror-October (SKZ)

🗝 Struggling to make ends meet as a freshly graduated college student, you and your friends, Chan & Changbin, move into a cheap apartment on the hills together. Despite the dying garden and unbelievable creepy ambiance, you think this is a place you can call home. That is, until you realize it's already someone else's. 🗝

Ep. 1 | The Move-In

🗝 Cheap rent seems great until you're discovering bugs, dirty water, and learning about the strange disappearances that seem to take place at the apartments. Whatever, at least you have the bed to break into it.

Ep. 2 | Dreaming of the Painter on Floor Two

🗝 It's exactly like the Pink Palace, only a thousand times better. It helps that the beautiful man upstairs is infatuated by you. Maybe the buttons for eyes isn't too bad.

Ep. 3 | Cats Galore

🗝 The Other Neighbors downstairs hardly raise concern other than their weird fascinations with cats. You don't mind them playing with yours, but you're learning that things aren't as they seem.

Ep. 4 | Dolly from the Garden

🗝 Reality is often cruel, much like the thorns you pick from the abandoned garden. The man who lives on the other side of the hill decides to pay you another visit, but this time, he brings gifts.

Ep. 5 | Cat-fight

🗝 Now there's no doubt in your mind that this Other World is very much real. You're desperate to make your roommates see the truth, but the neighborhood black cat is set on keeping his mouth shut. Yours too.

Ep. 6 | So Sharp You Won't Feel a Thing

🗝 The Others are too much, too obsessed with keeping you on their side. They beg and do everything in their power, but you can't leave everything you know to stay in The Other World forever...can you?

sitting in a meeting thinking about jisung absolutely pussy drunk eating you out from behind, whining and slobbering and jerking his cock until he's about to cum and isn't even eating you out anymore, just drooling all over you. he cums while sucking on your clit like a lollipop 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

-may @skzms

it was his choice to have you like this. with you bent over with your face in the pillows, fully naked save for the socks on your feet that jisung had insisted you keep on, he’s got access to everything. he’s drooling all over everything too, licking over the pucker of your asshole before moving down to your pussy with a gravelly, deep moan. you keen in response - your boy’s talented, even when he’s sloppy like this.

“s’good. t-tastes so fuckin’ good, hmnnfg, oh my god,” he rambles against you, and you hear him pull away with a hum, licking his lips before he dives back in again. there’s some rustling when he moves down to suckle on your clit, the pudgy, swollen muscle encased by his rosebud lips and his tongue flicking over the bud. you whimper with it, shifting backwards, legs spreading further to let him get at anything he wants.

you only realise what’s happening when he starts to slow down. there’s some more rustling, a sharp keen into your folds, and his lips smack together over your hole messily. when you manage to turn around, jisung’s pushed his pants down to his knees and is frantically jerking his wet, leaky shaft, precum dribbling over his fist.

“oh, baby,” you coo, pushing his head back into you by his messy hair. he huffs and sighs, nuzzling his nose into your folds before his tongue starts to dart out again. it’s messy and imprecise, but you appreciate the effort, wiggling backwards onto his mouth. jisung moans again at this, and the vibrations have your legs shaking too, pushing him in further by his hair. “eat it, jisungie, don’t g-get distracted!”

“i c’nt!” his tone is high, his fist quickening on his length. you can hear how wet it is just from him licking your pussy, and he absentmindedly sucks on your clit between his own loud noises. he whines again, shifts on his knees, and you hear it when he cums - the release hits the bed, right below your pussy, and all jisung can do is shake through it while he suckles on your clit with muffled moans.

a beat passes, and he pulls away with renewed urgency, hands scrabbling at your thighs to flip you over. you see him then, eyes biting with tears from his quick orgasm and his mouth wet and plushy. he only offers you a sweet gummy smile, hair floppy on his forehead, before he’s situating back between your legs again.

“brief intermission! sorry, my baby. i got carried away.”