Soft Chan Pictures I Love So Much

soft chan pictures i love so much <3

i want to give him a hug so bad :')

bang chan nsfw alphabet

felt like i wanted to do smth like this bc i’m stressed and sad abt life and i think writing helps me not think abt the bad things in life <3 lmk if you want this w other members, bad things are constantly happening so i’ll have enough inspiration lmaoo <3333

don’t think i’m gonna add a warning but obvi mdni!! thank u <3

a - aftercare

chan is such a softie, i am too just for him. no matter how rough he gets, he’ll make sure you’re properly cleaned up, hydrated, and calm before letting you go to sleep. this guy is the sweetest person ever, his aftercare will be reflective of that.

b - body part (their face body part of theirs & their partners)

his favorite body part of his is probably his arms or abs. he works hard on them, he’s proud of them. his fave body part on his partner would probably be…everything. idk man, i think he wouldn’t be able to choose just one part he likes about you. if anything, he’d probably say your eyes. or your ass.

c - cum (anything to do with cum)

i’m glad that everyone here makes things abt chan having a breeding kink bc that is it! i feel as if he doesn’t really care much about cum. his own, specifically. he’ll cum anywhere. and he won’t mind if he’s just cum inside you or in your mouth. he’ll still eat you out / kiss you.

d - dirty secrets

i feel like his biggest dirty “secret” is his breeding kink. he knows that it’s smth not a lot of people enjoy. i think his biggest “secret” though is that he has a special little photo album of pictures of you that he jerks off to. he’s also a big pillow guy iykyk

e - experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

i saw someone say that he isn’t necessarily experienced but i think he has a good amount of experience. not tooooo much, but he has enough experience to know what he’s doing. he’s a quick learner as well, so he’ll experiment doing something once and get the hang of it. he fs knows what he’s doing.

f - favorite position

missionary. he loves doing other positions as well, but he’ll always somehow come back to missionary. he loves just looking at you, especially when he’s fucking you just how he likes. he also does like it when you’re on top, especially in the studio.

g - goofy (are they more serious in the moment or are they more humorous)

chan has his moments. since sex is such an intimate experience, and considering how rough he can get, it’ll mostly be a bit more serious, but there are times where it’s a little more giggly.

h - hair (how well groomed are they?)

fuck it if i knew, he doesn’t really care about hair ig.

i - intimacy (how are they during the moment? romantic aspect)

this man has had casual one night stands and i stand by that! but, he does like it to be a little more romantic. he’d prefer to have an actual connection w someone but a man’s got needs.

j - jack off

busy busy people have to rely on themselves sometimes. he does it a moderate amount, especially when you’re not around.

k - kink (one or more of their kinks) ((all giving))

we’ve got the breeding kink down. feel like he’s into choking, perhaps sadism (very very slightly). feel like he’s into a bit of humiliation. he’s got a vvv dirty mouth. idk, these are the first ones to come to mind.

l - location (favorite places to do the deed)

in your apartment. he likes to take his time w u most times, so he’ll want to do it somewhere more private, where he can’t actually take his time.

m - motivation (what turns them on and gets them going?)

anything you do turns him on. i saw a post once about how chan loves manicures and painted nails and i think that’s smth that needs to be talked about more. he sees you got a manicure and immediately, no matter how ashamed he is of that though, thinks abt how your manicured hands would look around his cock. he also loves seeing you in crop tops. honestly, he gets turned on by the littlest things you do. you can look at him and he’ll want to fuck you into next week.

n - NO (something they wouldn’t do, ever)

don’t think he’s that into piss stuff. idk the name for it but we know what i mean. tbh, besides that, i don’t think there’s not much he wouldn’t be willing to try at least once. he’ll try it once, decide it’s not for him, and move on.

o - oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill)

prefers giving. he just love seeing what his mouth can do for you. he loves receiving, he loves seeing you on your knees for him, having him just the way you can. but there’s smth abt having you lay there while he’s pleasuring you. seeing your face, seeing the way you squirm, the way you chant his name over and over again. saw somebody once say he’s a pleasure dom and i will die on that hill as well.

p - pace (are they fast or rough? slow and sensual?)

he can be both. he has those days where he will be rougher, will make you call him daddy, will edge you for hours. but he also has days where he just wants to show you that he loves you. he’ll be much more gentle, constantly kissing your face, holding you, and telling you he loves you whenever he catches his breath.

q - quickie (their opinion on quickies, how often)

busy busy people have to rely on quickies sometimes. he’s always so consumed with work and the way they’ve been working, it doesn’t allow him to spend as much time with you as he would like. i don’t think he’s that into public sex, etc but he will drag you into the nearest closet or bathroom and take out his frustrations that way.

r - risks (will they experiment? do they take risks?)

definitely experiments. definitely takes risks. it def takes a couple of times to get him to fully take risks but once he gets there, he will make you dizzy w all the suggestions he has.

s - stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

he’s learned to control himself so he can cum with you, after he edged you for hours. he can last a long long time. it depends on his mood, when it comes to how many rounds he can go. some days, he’s down for one, two rounds. some days, he can go for what seems like hours and hours and hours.

t - toy (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

don’t think he has any toys he uses himself. but if you have toys, he’ll be more than happy to use them on you. won’t do a lot with them but will definitely bring them out once in a while.

u - unfair (how much they like to tease)

i live and breathe the bang chan being a tease agenda. he teases on his lives, who’s to say it doesn’t bleed into his actual life? he teases a LOTTT. sometimes it’ll be for what feels like hours, bc it probably has been. he loves edging you and will continue his teasing until he feels like you’ve had enough. or when he’s had enough and he needs to find his own release.

v - volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)

i don’t think he’ll be the loudest person but you’ll definitely hear him groan and moan a handful of times in one night. usually just heavy breathes. he knows it drives you insane when he groans right in your ear so, position permitting, he will definitely lean down to let out the loudest grown right by your ear.

w - wild card

jealousy sex with chan. i will not explain any further.

no but he isn’t the type to get jealous but the days that he does see somebody get a bit too close to you or whatever else, he will fs show you exactly how he feels during the night.

he’ll make sure you wear that pretty little butt plug while he viciously pounding into you. he’ll be saying all sorts of things under his breath before he flips you over. will take one look at you like that, spreading you apart and looking at what is his. a breathy laugh leaves his mouth.

“you really are my cockslut, aren’t you? letting me use all your holes, knowing you love every bit of it”

x - xtra piece of imagination

dirty talk with him gets a hell of a lot dirtier when he’s about to cum. will be saying all sorts of things.

“want me to fuck you full, yeah? gonna take every single bit of me. fuck, look at this baby. look at how you’re taking me in.”

y - yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

he’s in his mid 20’s so it’s calmed down a lot but it’s hard to be around you, see you looking like that, and not want to do something with you.

z - zzz (how quickly they fall asleep after)

my insomnia twin 🙌🏼 jk but i think he’d fall asleep after you fall asleep. he makes sure you’re comfortable before he even thinks about sleep. in the meantime though, he is rubbing your back and making sure you’re at ease, hydrated, and just feel good.

edit : x is originally x ray but i didn’t feel comfortable with saying how “big” he is and all that. ik my blog is all about talking abt how much of a whore i am for bang chan but i personally have a limit and i think it’s talking about how big he is. i’ve written stuff about him fucking you into next week but i really do draw the line at like “oh how big is he” or “how many veins”. i’ll talk about him being “big” when it comes to a lil drabble but other than that, nope. idk if this boundary is reasonable or not but i just can’t see myself writing about it. sorry if this disappointed you :,(

LOVE MAKING WITH CHAN AFTER HES HAD A ROUGH DAY ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

content: groping, size kink, profanity, dirty talk, pet names

He collapses onto the couch, dropping his bag at his feet and resting his head in his hands. He'd hardly slept the night before. He never slept when he knew he had a lot to do the next day, the stress keeping him awake until raw exhaustion knocked him out. The sound of a door opening in the apartment sends a wave of lightness through his chest—you were home.

He lifts his head as you waddle into the room, fluffy socks sliding along the floorboards—clearly just awakened from sleep. You squint as you approach him, pulling his shirt down over your thighs. He holds his arms open for you and you climb into his lap, resting your head against his shoulder.

"You're home," you mumble sleepily.

"I'm home," Chan says, failing to keep the exhaustion from his voice. You lift your head from his shoulder so you can inspect his face. He looks completely deflated.

"Tired?"

"Mm," he confirms, dropping his face into your chest. He breathes in deeply, your scent soothing him—sighing as your fingers begin playing with his hair.

"Come to bed?" you ask, voice soft and soothing. He pulls back so he can look at your face. He runs his hands up your thighs to the hem of your shirt, then under—over the soft skin of your stomach to your bare tits.

You don't react, used to his frequent and unprompted groping. He watches you rub your eye then stretch your arms over your head to stretch—a small squeak escaping your mouth. "Need you," he mutters, massaging your breasts slowly.

"Now? Don't you wanna sleep?"

"Mm, after. Need you first," he mumbles, pulling one hand from under your shirt so he can hold the back of your head as he kisses you. He kisses you like it's been weeks since the last time, not hours—messy and slightly desperate. "Thought about you all day..." he mutters into your mouth, "all day."

You pull back from him. "What'd you think about?" you whisper. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you against him tightly. His lips curve into a small smile at your shy probing.

"How it felt to be buried in your little pussy last night," he says, pressing the back of his hand to your cheek to feel it warm. You attempt to drop your eyes from his but he moves his hand under your chin, lifting it to keep your gaze on him. "You're always so warm, hm? Like my own little hot water bottle. Even your little pussy keeps my cock nice and warm." Your lips part at his words, tempting him into another kiss. "Will you let me use your hot little cunt now? Please?"

You attempt to stand from your lap so you can slip your panties down your legs. He stops you, holding you down against him. "It's okay, sweetheart. You don't have to do anything. Want you just like this..." He unbuckles his belt, pulling it through the loops and tossing it aside. You lean forward to attach your mouth to his again as he pulls his cock free of his slacks, lifting his hips a little to pull them down just enough to be comfortable.

He strokes himself as you kiss, working himself up. Then he grabs your hips, encouraging you to lift up onto your knees. You rest your hands on his shoulders as reaches down under your shirt, stroking his fingers lightly over your clothed cunt. He gives you no warning when he pulls them aside, fingers resuming their teasing with no barrier between you. He presses the pad of his index finger against your opening, not entering—just playing with your wetness. All for him.

"Ready?" he asks, pulling his fingers away to wrap around his cock again.

You nod, shuffling forward a little to hover over him. You reach down to hold your panties aside as you sink down onto him, his head dropping back against the couch—eyes squeezed shut. "Fuck," he groans, chest heaving a few times as he sucks in a couple deep breaths. Your eyes catch on a visible vein in his bared neck, leaning forward to suck a mark into his skin.

When you finish he's collected himself, head lifting from the back of the couch to look at you. "Okay sweetheart?" he asks, hand cupping your cheek again. You nod, rolling your hips a little. "You always take me so well, don't you?" he says, gripping your hips so he can start fucking into you. "Tiny fucking pussy just sucking me in so perfectly, yeah?"

You nod again, totally incapable of speaking. His eyes trace over your face. "So cute," he mutters, "my pretty baby... letting me have you like this... so good for me..." he continues, words slurring the closer he gets to his high.

You throw your head back, a light feeling in your chest at the idea that you could make him feel good this way—when he needed it most.

𓂃 ۫ . ☽︎ 𝗌𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖺 𝖽꯭𝗋𝖾꯭𝖺꯭𝗆 ?

take care; bc

pairing; dom!bang chan x sub, afab!reader

words; 3.5k 

genre; idol!au, smut, fluff, sprinkle of angst

warnings; mc is slightly a tsundere (hopefully not too annoying), references to mc and Chan's casual sexcapades, sappy, just regular missionary but I promise it's fun, unprotected sex

preface; what happens when you take two people with differing love languages and throw 'em together??? Read to find out. This was supposed to be a qau, but I decided to make it a thing because I liked it.

Bang Chan is a dependable man. He has to be with so many people counting on him. First, he had his members to look after. Though it can be stressful, it’s rewarding. He wouldn’t mind doing this for a long time. Then came his juniors. They always come ‘round, equipped with questions and requests for advice. Especially the leaders. He views them as his family as well, so it doesn’t bother him one bit. Guess you could say he’s grown accustomed to this role of his.

So when you came around, he had his mentor cap ready. You weren’t under the same company, but he became aware of your existence from the comparisons. Of course the public would compare. You’re both leaders. You both crafted your lineups yourselves. You both are producers. And lastly, most importantly, you guys are strict on how you and your members uphold morals. If you do something wrong, you should apologize for it and promise to do better.

If anyone knows how much is on your plate, it’s Chan. So of course he reached out, just to let you know to call him if you needed anything.

“That’s very kind. I’m doing pretty good, though.” You reply, kind but still forthright.

“Wait, huh?”

You chuckle and it makes Bang Chan want to groan. People just couldn’t be this productive, this perfect, and be doing “pretty good”. That’s simply not how humans work. Look at your goddamn smile accompanying your perfect laugh.

“I kinda think balancing everything is… enjoyable? I don’t know, that sounds crazy.” You look to be processing your thought since you don’t even believe it yourself. Your eyes wander before you nod. “Yeah, it is enjoyable. I guess I like being busy.”

Bang Chan is still short-circuiting, his head still cocked to the side, brows furrowed with his mouth hung open. After trying and failing to understand, he falls back on “Huh?”

“I know, I think it’s weird too.” You shrug before the corner of your lips quirk up. You look content with the bomb you just dropped on Chan. He doesn’t like to talk about it, but the stress seems neverending. It’s unhealthy at this point. The fact that you could balance all that, with more members as well, and still look and claim to be so calm is beyond him. “Sometimes I feel like I was just built for this lifestyle, you know?” You say, gesturing vaguely before looking at him for confirmation.

Built for being pushed to and beyond your limits with minimal rest, food, and mental health care? Who possibly could be made for that? Subconsciously, Chan came to two different potential conclusions. The first didn’t feel great when it materialized in his brain. 

Maybe you weren’t working as efficiently.

He immediately felt like an asshole for even thinking it, but after days of thinking after he bumped into you, he knew in his heart there was a hidden explanation. So he sat down to talk to you, leader to leader. He told you how he chose his members and asked you how you chose yours. You hum as you think, looking down at the dining room table in your dorm. You splay your hands out on the table.

“Twelve is a lot, and it’s hard to pull off a lineup with that many members and it not feel bloated.” You start, narrowing your eyes as you wrangle your thoughts. “For so long I kept comparing each girl to the concept I was briefed on and being completely lost. I only had five girls. Then I realized I had to stop worrying if they fit the concept perfectly. What matters is if the members complement each other.” You slide your hands together as a visual aid for your explanation.

“I spent hours watching and rewatching the videos of the girls displaying their talents. I got a good feel of what each of my five brought to the group and what was missing. I picked the rest based on what I thought our lineup lacked and from there, I focused on making sure no one stuck out like a sore thumb. Sometimes I even considered removing myself.” You look up from the table as you snort. He meets your eyes with utter captivation written on his face.

“Please continue.” He urges excitedly. 

“Okay, well I realized it was okay for two members to stay in the lineup together even if they were really different. As long as there were enough girls there to complement each of them, therefore balancing everything out. Does this make sense? I feel like I’m all over the place.” Your shoulders slump as doubt tugs at your features.

“Oh, definitely. This is actually pretty impressive,” Because he expected you to half-ass it. Of course you weren’t. He could tell from each video he watched of you. The way you carried yourself. How you spoke. The way you keep your members in line while not seeming the least bit cold. Someone doing a piss poor job would’ve displayed signs of inadequacy, at least a small one. No, you were spotless. 

He could tell through the screen from your confident, captivating smile. It was even more apparent when he saw you in person for the first time. You were a star. You shined brighter than most other idols. You stood taller. You were the definition of promising. When Chan looks at you, he can’t help but want you to stay that way. He’s seen what this industry could do to people, and the thought of it one day taking your smile away… he just didn’t want to witness that.

His eyes followed you as you wandered into the kitchen. You were always up and running around, barely taking a moment to rest. You had frequented his dorm enough to traverse his kitchen no problem.

“Ooh, do you want some dakgalbi? Maybe I can make some kimbap on the side, too.” You look back at him excitedly as you pull out a package of chicken from the fridge. No way you’re a good cook as well. Do you cook for your members?

“Here, let me help.” Chan says, feeling restless watching you. 

“Half of the things you’ve said to me involved the word “help”.” You laugh. He ignores you, already standing next to you in the kitchen. As he chops vegetables, he can't help watching you gather everything you need. So busy.

“At the end of the day do you just collapse into your bed? Not even taking off your clothes or anything-”

“No,” You shout over him, “I take a shower and do my nightly skincare routine. Then I read a book and go to sleep.” You give him a self-satisfied look on your way to set seasonings on the counter. He hadn’t even factored in your flawless skin. That’s a good way to describe you. Lacking flaws.

It reminded him of his second explanation he had yet to explore.

You were lying.

Once the food was finished, you dust your hands off before letting out a deep exhale. “Okay. Time to clean!”

“Absolutely not.” Chan says pushing you out of the kitchen. You protest and fight against him, but there’s no use with those muscles. You huff and cross your arms, watching as he starts putting the ingredients away.

“What, you think I can’t handle a couple of dishes?”

“Yeah.” He says simply, not sparing you a glance as he shelves the spices. You scoff and waltz back into the kitchen.

“I’m not a child, you know.”

“I never said that, it’s just,” Chan sighs, dropping his hands by his sides. “Do you do all the cooking and cleaning at your dorm as well?” He turns toward you as he inquires.

“Yes. It’s a part of my schedule, I try to do it every day.”

“Oh my god!”

“It’s not that big of a deal, I’ve told you so many times I like being busy!”

“So, what, you’re gonna add cooking and cleaning for Stray Kids onto your schedule?” He suggests as a joke but when you shrug, he rolls his eyes. 

“I’m joking. I wanted to cook, so I cooked. It would be rude to leave a mess behind.” You approach him and swipe the pan from his hands. “Now let me clean up after myse-”

“Ah~” Chan lifts a slice of kimbap to your mouth and pops it in. You close your mouth around it awkwardly and gawk at him in disbelief. He swipes the pan back with a smirk. The words you’re saying are a garbled mess so Chan just pushes you away again. “Go sit down and eat. I’ll make you a plate and deal with the mess.”

You clumsily swallow the half-chewed food as you twist yourself around, this time able to successfully resist.

“Hey- You!” You point your finger in his face as you plant yourself directly in front of him. “Stop it!”

“Oh calm down. I promise a little rest won’t hurt you.” He pats your head. What, just because he’s been a leader for longer than you he thinks he can boss you around and tell you how to live?

“You wanna know what I think?” You step forward, not anticipating how close his face would be.

“What’s that, baby girl.”

The name nearly knocks the wind out of you. You falter for a moment, but remain steadfast. “I think you just can’t handle that I function differently. Everyone doesn’t go about their life the same way you do.”

Chan hisses derisively, leaning his head slightly to look down at you. “Is that so?”

“Yes! I don’t need to be coddled, Chan!” Your confidence is back at full volume as you stare back at him. Chan raises his eyebrows before setting the pan on the counter.

“I don’t look to coddle you,” Chan says as he repositions himself at his previous proximity. “I just wanna lighten some of your load.” His voice gets softer as he brings his hand up to brush a piece of hair out of your face. He tucks it behind your ear and his hand lingers longer than you expect. His hands are warm and despite their callouses, inviting. All of a sudden the fire fueling you to glare back at him was weaning, and looking into his eyes didn’t feel as uncomplicated. You blink, mouth fumbling over a rebuttal. What was it you were going to say again?

“Just tell me how I can make things easier for you.” He lowers his voice even further, bringing his face closer to yours. Your noses almost touching.

“I-I don’t need things to be easier. I’m doing just fine, why can’t you accept that?” You ask, genuinely stumped. Chan seems to finally understand why you were so adamant. He shuts his eyes with a sigh.

“Shit, I’m sorry. I’ve been undermining what you’re capable of, haven’t I?” His thumb strokes your cheek and you can’t help but flutter your eyes shut. Your heart is beating so intensely against your chest you fear something may be wrong. “I should’ve been more mindful of how I was making you feel.”

“Yeah, you should’ve.” You say unconvincingly. To your dismay, his warmth is suddenly gone. You open your eyes to see him staring to turn away.

“Since I helped make the mess, I’ll help clean. You can kick me out-”

You grab his arm, pulling him back toward you. He looks at you in confusion. 

“I didn’t say to stop touching me.” It was a sad final attempt at trying to keep your walls raised. When Chan laughs at you, you can’t help but feel piteous. He notices the look on his face and sighs, raising his hands back to your cheeks.

“Was that your sad attempt at asking for attention, baby?” He raises his eyebrows, dark eyes questioning you. You panic, looking away as your cheeks start to feel warm. God– wait, your cheeks. Can he feel how hot they’re getting? You groan, clenching your eyes shut.

“You’re always so confident no matter what, and now you can’t even look at me.” He sounds surprised. He raises your head and you hesitantly open your eyes. You’re greeted with his dimpled smile crinkling his eyes and your overactive heart seemingly freezes at the sight. “I have no problem doing this for you.” He rests his forehead against yours. You can’t deny it anymore. It feels so right. But it wasn’t enough.

“Just this…” You say, voice barely above a whisper. You clear your throat. “And more of it.”

A smile tugs at Chan’s lips. “I think I can manage that.” The next thing you register is his lips on yours. You soften into him, feeling weightless.

You still never admit when you were struggling, but Chan can feel it. You’re a completely different person when he’s inside you. Hell, the moment his skin touches yours you become completely pliant. You make no effort to be in control, instead yielding it all to him. And Chan happily accepts it.

All of your noises are high-pitched, breathy, and soft. You shut your eyes tight while he fucks you. God forbid you open them, it takes a lot of convincing to get you to look at him. It’s a side of you he’s never seen before. One that disappears as quickly as it appears.

Outside of his bedroom you’re still that flawless go-getter with her head held high. The two of you barely talk about your escapades until you ask for it.

“Touch me please,” or something along those lines is all you say, maybe with a grab of Chan’s hand to boot. It doesn’t matter how many times you say it, it makes his day every single time. He knows better than to laugh now. You’re already so self-conscious about asking. If your voice were any quieter when you did, he fears he wouldn’t hear you at all. 

The more time he spends with you, the more he understands why. The reason is still unknown to him but he came to realize you have a hard time opening up. It may be because you don’t like burdening people, it could be something deeper. He didn’t feel the need to pry. It was more than enough to watch you unravel underneath him. 

You were waiting politely on the bed behind him. He smiles softly, resuming his work so he can finish and start your usual routine. With one last click of his mouth he exhales loudly and spins around to face you. He stretches his hands high, loosening up after being in the same position for hours. He sits and waits, knowing you prefer to come to him on your own. So he just rests his hands behind his head with a stupid grin. You take a deep breath before speaking.

“Can you come here?” You murmur, so utterly unaware of the puppy dog eyes you sport each time you ask him for something. You were so fucking cute.

“Of course baby.” When Chan approaches you it’s like you start to magnetize. His proximity draws you closer to him. It’s impossible not to have your hands on him all the time. The moment he grabs you and swings you over his lap, the air changes. He engulfs you in a big, tight hug and you instantly melt. The air you inhale feels fresher. You hug him back and curl your fingers into his shirt. As you nuzzle your head into the crook of his neck you feel completely engrossed. When you closed your eyes, it was like you were floating. 

“I need to be taken care of today.” You gasp against his skin as you circle your arms around him tighter. So tight that Chan can’t pull back to check if he was hearing things. “You what?”

You still don’t pull back, but you wait a beat before repeating yourself. “Please take care of me. I really need it.” 

Chan feels like someone was squeezing his heart. He was having trouble breathing correctly. This was an advancement he couldn’t ruin, so he wordlessly flipped you onto your back. He positions himself in between your legs and captures your lips. You kiss him back with so much passion, more than he’d ever received from you. It was becoming harder to not let on how much your words moved him.

“I’ll take care of you baby, just relax.” Breathes against your lips before slotting his in between them again. You’re already making small noises, sweet gasps and sighs after each kiss. He was scared to say so, but there was no denying how needy you were. It was rubbing off on him.

He reaches down in an attempt to rid you of your sweatpants without disconnecting. He sighs frustratedly when it doesn’t work and pulls away. You whimper at the loss of warmth and he stops to look at you. Your eyes were glassy, lips swollen, brows slanted. It takes you lifting your legs for him to remember what he was doing. Chan doesn’t take his eyes off you when he slides them off, so he almost misses that you have no underwear on. “Fuck,” He swears sharply as his cock throbs. Arousal throngs through him so intensely he thinks he’ll pass out. Then he looks up at your pitiful expression.

“Please.” You ask weakly.

He can’t stop himself anymore. His lips are on you after mere seconds, drinking in all your noises. “I’ll do anything for you.” He manages in the small window of time you’re not completely devouring each other.

He shoves his own sweats as far down as he can without pulling away. Feeling his hot tip brushing against your mound drives you even more mad. You’re buzzing from how much you need to feel him. To feel full and embraced. 

Chan swipes his cock through your folds and lets out a shuttered breath. You’re dripping. He slides in so easily that he’s already fully sheathed inside you the moment he pushes in. “Holy shit…”

You throw your head back and let your mouth drop open. You finally manage to push out a wanton moan after a few seconds of still silence, the two of you letting the pleasure sink in. Chan sounds desperate and filthy when he groans. He’s impossibly hard and stiff inside you. Everything just feels so right it leaves you both wondering why it feels so good this time around. 

You’re so wet and tight around him he can’t help but hiss as he rocks his hips back. By the time he pushes in again both of you are moaning messes. “Fuck, fuck, fuck-” Chan squeezes, finally picking up a steady rhythm. Each time he thrusts into you it’s heavy with an obscene slap and squelch filling both your ears. It’s the perfect amount of pressure to send you reeling, make you curl your toes and buck your hips. You weren’t quiet and breathy anymore. Your moans were loud and full, resonating in your chest and filling the quiet room.

It fuels every languid roll of Chan’s hips. Every time he pulls back, he feels how much you’ve coated his shaft. The cool air hits it and makes him want to stay balls deep inside you forever, surrounded by your warm wetness.

He slides his knees forward, pushing himself further inside you. He pulls back less, instead grinding against you. It was like he read your mind. He was closer now, chest pressed against yours with one of his hand caressing your face. You look up at him. No hesitation or shying away from his gaze. He’s able to look into your eyes as he makes love to you. 

Tears were streaming down your face and he kisses every streak they left behind. Your heart feels like it’s expanding from all the affection. Your moans are becoming more frantic and desperate as you hug him closer to your body. You chant his name between trembling breaths. He shushes you, planting soft kisses on your lips.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you.” He’s putting up a front as if he’s not about to fall apart as well. “Just let go for me.”

You push your tongue inside his mouth, eager to taste him. His tongue massaging yours was exactly what you needed. You whine as your hips jerk against him, dissolving into pure pleasure. You feel dizzy, crying out as you cum around his cock. You tug him by his shirt and he gets the message. He wraps his arms firmly around you, his strong biceps making you feel secure. With a few more lewd moans, Chan is spurting hot bursts of cum into your swollen hole. You shudder against him, thin whines floating from your lips. 

Chan continues to kiss you as you come down, whispering soothing words until your eyes flutter shut. He stops to lean back and look at you. You look so blissful. He always thought you looked calm, but perhaps he didn’t quite know what a calm expression truly looked like on you. He could tell you were about to drift off to sleep. 

“Thank you.” You breathe. He smiles before kissing the tip of your nose. “You don’t need to thank me.” He brushes his thumb over your cheek bone, looking down at you fondly. 

“I’ll always be here to take care of you.”

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