What's Your Gay Score??

what's your gay score??

cannot sit correctly +10

emotionally unstable +10

dyed hair +5

boots +5

deeply invested in politics due to your very rights being constantly questioned +10

iffy relationship with father +15

has a Tumblr +5

addicted to either iced coffee or energy drinks +10

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bang chan drabble #1

18+ MDNI!! bang chan x afab!reader

content warning: swearing, unprotected sex, creampie, chan loves taking pictures after he’s done ;), degradation

you bring up the idea of riding for the first time, and chan is more than pleased… :)

word count: 950

not proof read, sorry ;-;

“you wanna…what?”

“i wanna ride you,” you smile innocently, throwing a leg over your boyfriend’s waist. the lump chan swallows is clearly visible, as is the hand moving to place itself over his growing erection. “you don’t have to say yes—”

“god, no, of course. uh, yeah, fuck, i don’t know why you saying that is so much hotter than i imagined,” he mumbles, hands moving to place themselves on your ass. the yelp you let out as he squeezes gives chan the chance to slip his tongue into your mouth, squeezing the flesh of your ass as he hums.

“you have no idea how much i’ve wanted this, y/n, fuckin’ hell…” chan whispers. “take these off for me, baby.”

you lift your hips to allow him to slip your shorts off, hand cupping your pussy. “channie,” you whimper, hips rolling against his still hand. “please.”

you may have experimented plenty before during sex, but riding was just something you had never really been up to doing. that was, until chan was on tour and you were alone and desperate, wanting to chase a release through porn. of course, it wasn’t nearly as good as chan’s fingers inside you, but it would have to do.

an endless amount of scrolling for a good enough video had you stumbling on one, coincidentally, with the girl riding him like no tomorrow. and safe to say, you came almost as quick as chan could make you. you’d rewatched the video again and again, studying the angles and such, hips grinding into your hand as a mantra of chan’s name fell from your lips.

“let me, baby,” you smile, undoing the buttons on his pants and tugging them down. giving his dick a few slow strokes as you prep yourself. “god, just 2 weeks away and i’m tight again.” you watch the way chan’s breath catches in his throat when you say that, eyes fluttering closed.

“if you hadn’t brought up the idea of riding me, i’d be between your legs in a fucking second,” chan mutters, kind of to himself as he grips the sheets. “don’t..don’t make me cum already, f-fuck. i’d rather do it inside you, angel.”

you decide to yourself he won’t last too long if you continue, one leg swinging over so you’re hovering above chan. finger playing with the pre-cum collecting at his tip a little more just to get him more riled up, until he’s had enough and grips your wrist. “please.”

“patience, my love,” you giggle, your own broken moan interrupting you as you sink down. your body falls forward a little as chan throws his head back, shuddering.

“god, you’re so fuckin’ tight,” he groans, holding onto your waist as you bottom out. “so beautiful on top of me, hm? all for me to admire, all mine. mine, mine, all mine. the last 2 weeks were such hell, fuck.”

one of your hands places itself on his chest, nails digging in slightly as you roll your hips, letting chan’s hands find friction in fondling and squeezing your tits. he sits up to be able to take your left nipple in his mouth, teeth tugging gently as his tongue works itself against the sensitive bud.

“ch-chan, baby… god, that feels so good.” you’re not entirely sure if he can actually hear you; you can’t even hear yourself over the muffled ringing in your ears as you bounce yourself on his dick at a much quicker pace.

“so good for me. my pretty little slut, taking me so well. so desperate to sit on my dick, huh? take it like the pretty whore you are, god…” he mutters, nipple still in his mouth as a hand wraps itself around your throat.

you’re not even responding anymore, just the lewd sounds of how wet you are mixing amongst your moans of his name. “fuck— chan, you’re gonna, sh-shit… gonna make me cum,” you manage. chan pulls away, admiring how hard your tits are bouncing from the speed you’re moving at, his own hips snapping up out of nowhere. an especially loud, choked moan being muffled by your lips pressing against your boyfriend’s. you’re far too close to try and maintain the dominance you tried so hard to muster up the courage for, letting chan take full control.

he wraps his arms around your torso and leans back against the headboard, sucking on the skin under your ear hard enough to leave a mark. planting his feet as he just absolutely pounds into you, knowing it isn’t too long before either of you are close. “let me, chan, let me, please—”

“let you what, princess? you wanna cum on my dick? cum on me, doll. god, you’re gonna make me blow.” his voice is higher in pitch, more desperate, soft pretty moans in your ear.

your head falls against his shoulder as the tight feeling in your stomach uncoils, thighs shaking hard, soaking chan’s lower half and the sheets underneath you both.

“fuck, baby, that’s it— oh, f-fuck, i can’t,” he whimpers, slamming up one last time before he cums, hips stilling.

you’re placed on your back as chan pulls out, almost instantly growing hard again from the way you’re just clenching around nothing. reaching over and looking through the viewfinder of the camera as you smile from the clicking sound, chan’s cum slowly dripping out of you onto the bedsheet.

“so beautiful, angel. my gorgeous baby,” chan whispers, kissing all over your face. your fucked out expression imprinting in his brain as he just lays down beside you. he’s far too gone to be able to find the strength and get up to clean you both up.