The Club

The Club

Bang Chan x Thick female reader

Word count: 6.3K

Synopsis: Friends to lovers such a cute trope... in theory. You go to the club with your two best friends and the clueless man you love, your roommate Chan. Will you be able to stand watching him hook up with yet another flawless girl that you could never compare to or are you finally at the end of your rope.

A/N: 18+ ONLY! I don't know where this came from I just knew I wanted to do another thick reader fic. I honestly pulled it from my ass which I guess is what all writing is really. ANYWAY! I hope you enjoy and if you do please reblog, comment, like, send an ask whatever I love to hear from you guys. As always warnings and smut below the cut!

Warnings: Body image issues, cussing/strong language, unprotected piv intercourse (please use protection), cream pie, crying after sex. I think that's all, this one is fairly tame. If I missed something please let me know and I'll add it to the warnings asap!

Your best friend and roommate Chan knocked on your bedroom door and then walked into your room a second after, a typical move on his part.  

“Come right in why don’t ya.” You scoffed. Chan flashed his megawatt smile that you failed to see since you were laying on your bed face down after having the worst week of your life. He picked up one of your throw pillows and flung it at your head. 

“Hey wake up! Minho and Jisung called, we’re going to the club tonight so get ready!” You rolled over looking at the ceiling and pushed the pillow Chan threw on the floor instead of flinging it back towards him, he frowned a little. 

“Pass. You guys go without me.” The last thing you wanted to do was go and watch your three pretty best friends get hit on while you sat at a booth drowning your loneliness in whatever you felt like shooting back. It always happened and of course it did. They were three attractive men that could dance, they were articulate and kind as well. So they had their pick of the women whenever you all went out to the clubs. The club experience was not the same for you.  

You were bigger than most if not all the other girls at the club and your dancing was mediocre at best. Most of the time you would dance for a bit with the guys and eventually, one by one, they would break off with whatever girl rubbed against them. Then you would make your way to a booth and be there for the remainder of the night. No one ever approached you except your friends who would regularly check up on you, sit for a bit, maybe order a drink, then back out on the dance floor. You were sure it was a great time for them and usually it didn’t bother you that much but after your day, your week, you didn’t have the energy. Chan was persistent and wasn’t having it though. 

“What?! No no way we’re not going without you, we all always go together.” He grabbed you by your hands and you wished it didn’t make your heart race. Chan pulled you until you were sitting up. 

“So get. Dressed.” You rolled your eyes and pulled your hands away. 

“I said no Chan.” He rolled his eyes right back. 

“Give me one good reason why?” He crossed his arms in front of him and you let out a huff of frustrated air. A good reason why? Because you’d had a horrible week and you didn’t want to watch Chan rubbing against and kissing another perfect girl that he would bring home and you would ultimately have to listen to the soft moans and panting of a stunning girl you could only ever wish to be. You couldn’t say that to him though, so you sat there quietly. 

“See you don’t have one. Minho and Jisung will be here in forty-five. Get. Ready!” He spun around and left your room before you could argue more. So this would be your night, again. You just hoped your stupid heart could take it. Sure, being in love with your best friend and roommate is such a cute cliché trope until you’re living it, then its agony. You got up and started getting ready and by ready, you changed out of your work clothes into street clothes. You didn’t try, you just didn’t feel like faking it. So a basic pair of jeans, a tshirt, some converse, and your hair up in a ponytail was your attire for the evening. 

Chan thought he was going to have to drag you from your room by force but when Minho and Jisung showed up you walked out dressed and ready. Naturally since Minho and Jisung were your two only other friends they knew you had feelings for Chan. Not because you ever told them, nor would you admit it when Minho would allude to it. Minho just wasn’t an idiot and had eyes and Jisung... well Minho told him everything. Jisung was skeptical still. As soon as you walked out Minho knew something was off. You weren’t your normal glow-y self. He made fun of you constantly calling you concentrated sunshine because you just had this glow about you that made others around you smile and even though he teased you for it he found it endearing and a wonderful quality to have in a friend but that night he didn’t see it. He walked up to you. 

“You feeling okay?” You nodded. 

“Yea sure like a million dollars.” You deadpanned and went to walk past him to follow Jisung and Chan out the door but he stopped you. 

“Hey...” You looked at him and your eyes just looked empty. 

“You sure you should be going out?” You took a deep breath and tried to get a grip. 

“I’m okay Min really, let's just go please?” He was concerned but he wasn’t going to push you, not tonight at least. He grabbed your hand and you both headed out the door with your friends. 

Once you all arrived at the club the guys migrated towards the dance floor like you all always did, dance, then drink. You broke off and made your way over to the bar quietly. When Minho turned to make sure you were still right behind him, he didn’t see you anywhere. Chan already had a gorgeous girl in a silver sling of a club dress shaking her ass and backing it up on him and Jisung was just dancing with the mass of people. Minho couldn’t just dance and have carefree fun knowing you weren’t, he walked over to Chan and his ‘dance partner’. 

“Hey, did you see where y/n went off to? She was right behind me then gone.” Minho yelled over the music. 

“Probably getting a drink she’s been in a mood today I don’t know why.” Minho watched the girl grind her ass against Chan’s crotch and Chan’s hand slid across her backside as he moved his hips with her. Minho rolled his eyes, of course he didn’t know why. 

“You're my best friend but you’re an idiot sometimes...” Minho mumbled. 

“Huh?” Chan couldn’t hear him over the music, Minho raised his voice over it again. 

“I said I’m gonna check by the bar.” Chan nodded and waved at Minho as he made his way towards the bar rail. You had initially been at the bar but as soon as you had a drink you made your way over to one of the tables you would sit at usually. When Minho didn’t find you at the bar he knew he’d find you there. He slid in next to you at the booth you’d chosen for the night. You downed the rest of your glass and he looked at you. 

“How many is that?” You looked at him blankly. 

“Does it matter?” He arched one of his perfectly shaped eyebrows at you and narrowed his eyes. You sighed. 

“It’s only my first calm down officer.” Minho nodded. 

“Come, dance with me.” 

“Pass.” Minho grabbed you by the hand and pulled you. 

“I don’t think that was a request. Dancing, now.” You got up because at least you could get another drink in the process. Minho guided you towards the dance floor and started moving his body to the beat, you bobbed back and forth half-heartedly. By the second song Minho had gotten you to lighten up a bit, it helped that Jisung had joined you both and you had your friends near you. Well not all of them. You had been watching your feet or looking at Minho so you could read his lips when he spoke to you. Then you scanned the mass of people dancing and your eyes landed right on Chan and the silver dress girl making out and dancing, Chan’s hand gripping her ass as she giggled and he kissed her neck, their sweaty body’s moving in tandem with each other. Your face fell as your heart shattered into a million pieces. Minho could see it happening in your eyes. He scanned your line of sight and saw Chan and the girl. Before Minho could say anything, you excused yourself. 

“I think I’m gonna be sick.” You pried your way through the people on the dance floor trying to get out of there and into the fresh air, you needed air. Jisung was confused when you dashed off and Minho just raised his hand as he followed you. 

“Just... stay here I’ve got her.” Minho cut through the crowd right behind you. You burst out the club door and into the cool night, taking gasps of air trying to will any and everything in your stomach to stay put. Minho popped out a second later and almost bumped right into you. 

“Hey, look... you know... about Ch-” You cut Minho off. 

“It was just hot I needed some air.” Minho rolled his eyes at you. 

“y/n I know-” You cut him off more forcefully, tears slightly collecting in the corners of your eyes. 

“I was hot Minho!” He stopped, pushing you would do no good and he didn’t want to upset you more than you already were. You sniffled a bit and pushed the tears back down. 

“I’ll be back inside in a minute.” He looked at you unable to hide the concern on his face. 

“Promise.” You said. He accepted that and headed back inside. You got yourself together outside and made your way back into the club a few minutes after Minho. You walked up to the bar, you promised Minho you’d come back inside, you didn’t say you wouldn’t drink. You were done dancing for the night you were ready to drink and forget. Forget the image of Chan and some gorgeous girl dry humping on the dance floor that was burned into your mind. You got your drink, several in fact, and made your way to your table again. Your drink of choice? Instant amnesia, tequila shots. Shortly after shot number six? Seven? Who cared. Shortly after you knocked back yet another shot Minho, Jisung, and Chan all crowded the table, the beautiful girl in the silver dress glued to Chan’s side. Minho snatched the empty shot glass out of your hand frustrated. 

“Did you drink all these?” He motioned at the slew of empty shot glasses in front of you. You just nodded and Minho sighed and looked over at Jisung who looked concerned but unsure how to help. The girl whispered something in Chan’s ear and he nodded laughing making Minho look over at him. Chan raised his eyebrows. 

“What?” Minho shook his head and motioned towards you. 

“Do you maybe wanna try and help me here?” Chan held up one finger to the girl. He slid into the booth seat next to you and she sat on the edge right by him. 

“What’s up?” He nudged you and you shook your head. 

“Why is everyone acting like this isn’t what we do every time we’re at the club? I drink and you guys...” You lifted your head enough to look over at the girl next to Chan. 

“do you. Just leave me alone.” Chan didn’t get why you were acting like this. So you had a bad week at work, you didn’t usually take that out on them and you definitely were never so short with them. 

“What’s your problem tonight?” You narrowed your eyes at him and then dropped your head back down. 

“Just leave me alone, I’m always alone anyway just...” Chan got a look on his face like the lightbulb just went off. So that was it you were upset no guys were approaching you. When Minho saw that look on Chan’s face he was almost certain it was the wrong lightbulb going off and braced for grade A Chan foot in mouth material.  

“Well of course, you’re dressed as frumpy as your attitude.” You looked at him with your jaw dropped as tears instantly pricked your eyes. Minho literally face palmed and even Jisung thought that was way harsh to say. Chan realized it was too far the moment it left his mouth. 

“Move and let me out.” You said quietly but sternly. The girl stood while Chan put his hands up and didn’t budge. 

“Wait...” You looked him right in the endless pools of brown you usually adored as your tears threatened to fall. It wasn’t even just that he’d said it but to say it in front of that beautiful girl, it tore your guts out. 

“Bang Christopher Chan move, or I will scream.” You took a deep breath preparing to scream as loud as you could, a tear slipping down your cheek and he quickly got up. You pulled yourself out of the booth and walked away without a word as they all watched. 

“Wow Chan of all the bone head things to say... I didn’t think you could say something so heartless, especially to y/n.” Before Chan could say anything Minho took off after you. You were drunk and crying against a brick wall when he found you. He promised not to ask or say anything, he just wanted to make sure you got home safe. He put his arm around you and walked you back to your apartment. Back in the club Jisung and Chan stood there in shock for a second. Neither of them had ever seen you like that before, then Jisung turned to Chan and gave him an angry look. 

“I know I know I feel like shit I’ll go apologize to her.” Chan turned to the girl that had been his dance partner and then some for the night. 

“Uhh sorry I’ve... I’ve gotta fix this, she’s my best friend.” She looked irritated but nodded and left for the dance floor again. Jisung suggested taking the long way back to your place to give you a little time to cool down and Chan decided that was probably a good idea. By the time you and Minho got to your place you had stopped crying. He led you to your room where he helped you take off your shoes and get into bed, you threw the cover back and peeled off your jeans leaving you in your panties before laying back. Minho’s face turned a little red and he looked away until you were covered again. He grabbed you a bottle of water and dragged your trash can by your bed in case you had to vomit. He went to leave your room and let you get some sleep but your voice came out tiny and shaky and it stopped him. 

“He doesn’t love me.” Minho turned. 

“Who?” He asked although he knew. 

“Chan.” It was the first time you’d ever admitted out loud to him that you were in love with Chan. Minho knew Chan was oblivious to it and he knew Chan loved you; they all did, but he really didn’t know if Chan was in love with you. 

“I don’t know, try not to think about it right now, okay? Get some rest.” You curled up and turned towards Minho. 

“Min?” He hummed smiling softly at you, he hated seeing that spark in your eye smothered by your tears. 

“Nothing.” He nodded. 

“Good night y/n. Sleep well.” He pulled your bedroom door closed and locked up on his way out. On Minho’s way home he ran into Jisung and Chan who had taken the long way so were walking from the opposite direction. Chan jogged up to him quickly. 

“Did you find her? Is she okay?” Minho nodded. 

“Yea I found her. She’s home, she’s in bed now.” Chan sighed in relief.  

“Thanks Min. I’ll make it right.” Minho nodded 

“I sure hope so.” Then Minho and Jisung headed towards their own apartment. When Chan got home he made sure to quietly unlock the front door. When he turned to go down the hall towards your rooms there you were in your tshirt and panties braced against the wall trying to get to the bathroom to brush the taste of tequila out of your mouth. If you weren’t still drunk you would have been mortified to be standing in front of Chan in your panties. 

“Oh hey, Minho said you were asleep already.” You shrugged. 

“Sorry to disappoint you but I’ll be sure to put earbuds in so you and your slumber party pal can be as loud as you want.” Chan’s brow furrowed in confusion. 

“Slumber party pal?” You pushed your fingers into your eyes and fought the migraine that was starting to form. You tried to walk into the bathroom and he stopped you. 

“Wait. What are you talking about? Do you mean the girl from the club?” What did that have to do with it. Chan was confused. 

“Yes the girl who’s attitude and certainly her dress were far from frumpy.” You could feel tears starting to form in your eyes again. You’d hoped you’d cried all you had in you. Chan felt the slap to the face your words were meant to carry. 

“y/n I shouldn’t have...” You cut him off angry. 

“You think I don’t know what you mean when you say that?!” Chan shook his head he didn’t understand, what he meant? 

“That I’m fat! I’m fat and not pretty! I’m fat and why would anyone approach someone like me! That I wasn’t her! You don’t think I know it already?! I see the way you look at her and I see the way you look at me and I know!” You looked down crying and realized you were standing there like a fool with no pants on. You ran to your room and slammed the door grabbing sweats and pulling them on before crawling into your bed hopeful that it would swallow you and take you away. Your head was pounding and you felt like you wanted to throw up, you just wanted to disappear.  

Chan stood there absolutely stunned. Why did you feel like you needed to compare yourself to that other girl? The alcohol was skewing your perspective, it had to be. You didn’t really think he meant that did you? You didn’t really think that about yourself, right? Sure the girl he was dancing with was beautiful but he thought you were beautiful too, you knew that, you knew he thought you were pretty. He thought it all the time when he watched you cooking dinner in the kitchen or when you both were curled up watching a documentary on sea cucumbers, he thought you were the prettiest when you laughed, which you did often... usually, not so much lately. You had to know because he thought it all the time... he thought.  

Thinking and saying are two totally different things. He tried to remember a time he’d told you that you looked pretty or that he thought you were beautiful and he couldn’t think of one, he couldn’t think of not one time he’d actually said out loud that he thought you were pretty. Underneath he knew a lot of other feelings came up with that statement, feelings he wasn’t sure he was ready to deal with, feelings that may scare you, feelings that might make you uncomfortable. You lived together, things could get messy saying things like that, so he’d thought it all the time but looking back he’d never really said it. Then he said that. God he was an idiot.  

He walked up to your door and could hear you sniffling on the other side. He knocked and then walked in like he always did. When he did you turned your back to him. Your voice was small again, choked. 

“Go away.” Chan shook his head and took another step in. 

“No. I need to say something.” You buried your head deeper into your pillow. 

“Go awa-” 

“I think you’re beautiful.” You closed your eyes tightly, tears soaking your pillow. 

“Stop...” 

“I think you’re so beautiful and your body is...” You sat up and faced him. He had to stop. 

“Shut up! Chan just shut. Up!” 

“And your body is perf-” You got up and stormed towards him. You started beating on his chest with your fists and he held your arms stopping you, your eyes closed tight crying even harder, screaming at him. 

“Shut up! Shut up! Don’t lie to me! Don’t you ever fucking lie to me! I hate you! I hate you for doing this to me! I hate you for making me love you!” You collapsed to the floor in front of him, curled up sobbing and whimpering at his feet.  

“Liar... I hate you...” You choked out quietly and Chan stood there frozen by your confession. He looked down and saw you, then laid down on the floor beside you. He didn’t try to make you talk or hold you, he just curled up and laid there with you so you weren’t alone. He’d never leave you alone, you were his best friend and so much more. It wasn’t long before all the night’s events caught up and you both fell asleep next to each other on the floor.  

The next morning you woke up stiff and sore, your head was pounding not only from the alcohol but also the endless crying you’d done the night before. You winced as you opened your eyes and then realized the warmth behind you and an arm draped over you. You turned your head a little to look and saw Chan laying by you on the floor, his arm around you. You quickly scrambled away, waking him up in the process. You sat on the floor by your bed your knees pulled up to your chest. Your chest that felt so heavy, heavy filled with the memories and the pain from last night. Chan sat up and tried to see you through his sleep swollen eyes. 

“Uh hey... um, good morning...” He said in his deep groggy voice. You bowed your head. 

“Morning.” You replied quietly. Chan sat there and stared at you for a second until you started to squirm. He wasn’t sure what all you remembered from the night before. He finally snapped out of it and struggled standing up, stiff from sleeping on the hard floor. 

“I uh... will let you wash up then.” You nodded and he turned and left your room. You grabbed a fresh tshirt and pair of sweats and hurried to the bathroom. You took the longest shower of your life, brushed your teeth and felt a little better. Not great but you could open your eyes all the way at least. As you were coming out of the bathroom Chan was walking into the hall from the living room and you almost bumped into each other. 

“Oh, sorry.” He said as his hands gently held your arms to stop you from stumbling. You quickly pulled away. 

“It’s fine.” You practically ran for your room and shut the door. Chan knew for sure that you remembered at least part of the night before. He ran his fingers through his messy curls frustrated with himself and went into the bathroom to shower as well. When he was done he threw on some shorts and as he pulled his tshirt over his head you tapped at his door. 

“Yea?” You cracked it just a little and kept your eyes glued to the floor. 

“Um, I... can I talk to you?” Chan nodded. 

“Yea of course come-” 

“In the living room whenever you're done.” You quickly added. He frowned a little but shook his head. 

“Yea I’ll be right out.” You gave him a single nod and closed the door. It wasn’t long before Chan walked out into the living room. You were sitting on one end of the couch just kind of zoned out until he walked in. He walked over and sat on the other end of the couch turned towards you. When you finally willed yourself to look at him you couldn’t help the small frown that shifted onto your face when you saw him sitting there with his wet curls and hopeful eyes. Chan’s heart squeezed in his chest seeing your frown. 

“I think I should move out.” Like a bucket of ice water was thrown on Chan, that was his expression. 

“WHAT? WHY!?” You scoffed at his reaction and his question. 

“Seriously Chan? You know why. I was drunk but I remember everything. I just... need some... space, some time away...” You watched your hands as you picked at your cuticles. 

“From me?” Chan said pained. You looked up at him with tears rimming your eyes and nodded. It was like the wind had been knocked out of him and he was hit with a realization that he’d taken so much for granted, a realization that he was losing you. You stood up to head back to your room and Chan gently grabbed your wrist stopping you. 

“Last night, when I told you you’r-” You shook your head. 

“No, stop. I’m going to pack a bag and stay with Minho and Jisung for now. As soon as I have arrangements made I’ll let you know and be back for my things, I’ll try to be quick.” Tears were streaking Chan’s face now as well as your own. You pulled your wrist free and did just as you said you were, you went to your room and packed clothes and toiletries to take with you to Minho and Jisung’s. On your way out you crossed through the living room and Chan was sitting in the same spot, still with tears running down his cheeks. You walked over and when you knelt in front of him he looked over at you, his eyes glassy with tears. You pushed his damp curls back, and he sniffled, you softly kissed his cheek and then stood and left. Chan broke down crying when he heard the door click closed behind you. 

When you got to Jisung and Minho’s place the first thing you did was fall into Jisung’s embrace and cry uncontrollably. You had been strong through the whole thing and now you didn’t have to be so you cried. Jisung sat on the couch with you and let you while Minho made some tea for you all. After a good cry and some tea you got unpacked in the guest room. You all were settled in the living room watching tv after dinner when there was a knock at the door. Minho and Jisung, one on each side of you, looked at each other. Neither were expecting anyone but both knew exactly who it was, you did too. Minho got up to answer the door. 

“Min...” You called him. He turned and saw your eyes, big and worried. He held up a finger nodding and turned to go answer the door. When he opened it unsurprisingly Chan was standing there. 

“I need to talk to y/n.” Chan tried to walk in and Minho blocked him. 

“You need to give it some time Chan there’s more to this for her than you realize.” Chan pressed his lips together tightly; he knew what was at stake and he wasn’t going to lose you without a fight.  

“Minho, I need to talk to her let me through.” Minho shook his head. 

“Chan-” 

“She needs to come home!” Chan said loudly. 

“y/n please come home!” He shouted into the apartment 

“Please! Just stay with me!” Minho pushed Chan out of the doorway and walked into the hall with him pulling the door closed behind him. 

“What the hell are you doing man? Are you hearing me? There’s more to this than you think!” Chan pushed back against Minho. 

“I’m in love with her! She needs to come home, she needs to be home with me! So I can apologize, so I can cook her favorite dinner and grab that lemon lime sorbet that she loves at the corner store, so I can hold her and kiss her and tell her everything I should have long before now.” Chan shouted, huge tears in his eyes. Minho was stunned. Once he had his wits about him again he shook his head. 

“All that aside Chan. It’s not the time for this. Just... give her some time.” He spoke softly, Minho didn’t want to have to hurt his friend and turn him away but he couldn’t hurt you either. Chan nodded, turned, and left without another word, he understood. When Minho walked back into the apartment you were standing at the opening of the foyer wide eyes filled with tears. 

“Mi-Minho... did... Chan... did he just...”  

“Say that he loved you?” You nodded and a tear fell. 

“Yea, he did.” You took a deep shuddering breath and braced yourself against the wall. 

“He looked awful. It’s only been part of a day but he looked like absolute hell not having you home.” You nodded, staring off as your thoughts spun a million miles an hour in your head. Chan loved you? Like you loved him? It was impossible. You didn’t know what to do. You were so confused. You had so many questions. You finally looked up at Minho. 

“Wha- should I go home? What do I do?” Minho shrugged. 

“Do you love him still?”  

“I’ll always love him.” Minho raised his brow at you knowingly. It was late but you didn’t care. You ran to the guest room, threw on some jeans and your tennis shoes and started towards you and Chan’s apartment. When you got there you unlocked the door quietly and tip-toed in so you didn’t make any noise in case Chan was already asleep. You walked into the living room and Chan was on the couch. His head was tilted back resting on the back of the couch and his arm was thrown over his eyes. You weren’t sure if he was sleeping or not. You made your way over and stood in front of him. When Chan felt someone standing near him he jumped before he realized it was you. He relaxed and sat there looking up at you with big brown glassy eyes. 

“y/n?” You nodded trying to fight back your own tears already. He didn’t say anything he just sat up and wrapped his arms around your midsection and hugged you, his head resting on your soft tummy. You hugged him, your fingers resting in his curls. He leaned back and looked up at you and you pushed his curls back away from his face. 

“I’m so sorry y/n, I should’ve never said that to you it wasn’t right and I...” You shook your head. 

“We have a lot to talk about and we will, I just have one question right now.” Chan nodded, his eyes piercing into yours. 

“Are you in love with me?” Chan shook his head up and down without a second of hesitation. He did, he knew. 

“Say it.” He sat up straight and looked at you, into you. 

“I’m in love with you y/n. I love you. I love you so m-” You leaned down and kissed him softly. He cupped your face and tilted his head, deepening the kiss. You broke away to take a breath and Chan pressed his forehead against yours, his hands resting on your wide hips, guiding you to kneel and rest on his lap, a thick thigh resting on either side of Chan’s strong legs. His hands slid down your thighs and squeezed even through the material it sent a shiver up your spine. You steadied yourself by holding on to Chan’s broad shoulders. Those same strong hands squeezing your thighs came up and held your face so softly, his thumb grazing the apple of your cheek. Tears started to well up in your eyes, Chan gently shook his head and pulled you in to kiss you again, pulling at your bottom lip with his teeth softly. You opened your mouth allowing him to slide his tongue inside. Chan wrapped his arms around you and pulled you all the way down onto his lap and you could feel him pressing into you making you throb with want as he devoured your lips. His hands ghosted down your back and rested on your hips urging you to move against him and you moaned into the kiss. 

“Sound... so pretty... baby girl.” He mumbled as he kissed down your neck. You could feel yourself getting wetter hearing the sweet pet name. You tilted your head giving him better access to his target. 

“Ch-Chan... wha-what are we... doing?” You panted as your hips ground together, as his hands gripped, and his lips explored. He pulled away when you asked, he was a little red and breathless chewing at his bottom lip. 

“Uh wha... what do you want?” You looked at him and pushed his curls back away from his beautiful face again. 

“You.” He smiled and touched your face. 

“Then... I’m yours.” You kissed him hard then scrambled to get up and get your jeans and panties off. As soon as Chan realized what you were doing he lifted his hips and pulled his shorts and briefs down to his ankles. You quickly climbed back onto his lap, there was no time to be shy or bashful as Chan lined up his cock with your wet hole and eased you down on to him. You both moaned and you gasped when you were fully seated in Chan’s lap again, only this time with his dick buried deep inside you. 

“Oh god!” Chan held onto your hips, his lip between his teeth, eyes closed tightly as he felt you squeeze his length with your warm soft walls. When he finally opened his eyes he saw you looking down at him, your eyes sparkling. You pulled at the hem of his shirt and took it off over his head running your hands up and down his firm torso over his chest and abs and back up again. Chan sat up his cock moving inside you deliciously making you squirm as his hands traveled up your plush body lifting your shirt up and over your head, your full breasts lined up with his face, he sucked on one and then the other, squeezing and pushing them together then raking his teeth across your hard nipples. 

“Ch-Chan... please...” He let go of your breasts and his hands slid down your curvy frame and rested on your ass. He leaned back on the couch then squeezed and pulled your hips forward and then pushed them back as he rolled his hips up into you. 

“Like that baby girl... ride it just like that.” You planted your hands low on his abs and pushed your hips forward and then back again on your own. You moved again and again and set a rhythm. Chan’s head rolled back and his eyes closed. 

“Does it feel good?” You needed to know you he was enjoying it, you wanted to make him feel good. Chan looked at you blushing and smiling as you rode his cock. 

“Mhmm yes, you feel so good baby, don’t stop.” He squeezed your thick ass and urged you to move faster. Your breaths shortened as your hips moved quicker. 

“G-gonna cum... Ch-Chan go-gonna cu-” Your eyes rolled back into your head as you wrapped your arms around Chan’s head hugging him tight, his face buried in your big tits again. Chan could feel you dripping down his cock as you came on top of him, your hips stuttering and Chan helped you ride it out as he rolled his hips up into you harder. When you finally let go of him Chan slumped back on the couch again, held up your hips forcing you forward making you brace onto the back of the couch and with his strong hands holding you up he started pounding into you from underneath not only chasing his own high but sending you nosediving into another orgasm. More of your arousal dripped down his cock and there was a lewd smacking sound every time Chan hammered his dick into your wet cunt. He put you down and sat back up pulling you close as your cunt took his whole cock. It was messy grinding and rubbing and wet and as you shook and trembled through your third orgasm. Chan pulled you closer still, he held you tight and came deep inside you as he cupped your face and sweetly kissed your lips. You sat there sweaty and out of breath on Chan’s lap your head resting on one of his shoulders, his arms wrapped around you as his cock softened inside you. When you caught your breath and the adrenalin wore down the gravity of what just happened hit you like a train and you started to cry. Chan pulled you up and held your face worried. 

“Hey hey, what’s wrong huh? Baby don’t cry.” Hearing him call you by the sweet pet name only made you cry harder. He hugged you close again and grabbed the throw blanket off the back of the couch and wrapped it around you. He rubbed your back and held you until you were calm again. 

“Sorry it was just a lot of big feelings all at once and I got a little overwhelmed.” Chan shook his head as he continued tracing shapes on your back to soothe you. 

“Don’t be sorry I understand. Are you okay now?” You nodded and sat up and Chan smiled at you his dimples popping up. 

“Good. Why don’t we wash up and get to bed. We’ll talk about everything first thing tomorrow, including you moving out of your room. You were confused and frowned a little. 

“You... you still think I should?” Chan nodded. 

“Absolutlely. My room is bigger so it just makes sense for you to move into mine over me moving into yours.” You let out a huge sigh of relief and shoved him a little. He hugged you close and kissed your neck. 

“I love you baby girl.” You melted into his hug. 

“I love you too Chan.” 

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not so soundproof, we guess — b.c

warning : sexual content, sex without protection (don’t do it at home guys), penetrative sex, lots of dirty talk

“C’mon why are you trying to silence me?”

She asked and Bangchan noticed she is very much out of breath just like him. His hand gripping on her hips once again after exploring her entire torso just like that. He licked his bottom lip before inhaling hard and letting out some shaky, breathy laugh. “Isn’t this studio soundproof?”

“Oh you wanna talk back?” Chan lifted both of his eyebrows as he tapped the tip of his cock on her clit.

“Of course,” she whined. “stop being a dick and fuck me already.”

“Not so easy.”

“Chan—fuck,” she hissed as he decided to keep that movement going, building more friction on both of their spine, causing her back to arch. His hand keeps her body in the first place as he tries to shut her down. A small whine passed her lips again and Bangchan cannot lie that he was thrilled a lot, because looking at the view underneath him—you wouldn’t believe what it was. Her spreading her legs laying on his studio desk hoping no one will open the door and see him fucking her hard. Her hair was a mess, so was his. Now his hand supporting his whole body as he starts to thrust his cock inside her again. He stretched her so good, got both of them let out some shaky breath together.

An usual studio visit turned into something today. Innocent kisses turned into him kissing her hard and her grinding against his crotch. Of course it would be more than cockwarming him—she was so wet and he couldn’t even wait to feel that throbbing walls all around his cock.

“Mmhm, fuck, go faster—“

“Shh, shh. I got this okay?” He talks between the thrust, “you should shut the fuck up before I leave you hanging.”

“You’re so mean.”

“You love it.”

Chan let out nearly an inaudible moan as he keep his steady pace all over again. She bit on her bottom lip trying to suppress her moan. Those moan of Chan is incredible and by the time pass by he doesn’t hesitate to let it out. “Oh fuck, such a good little slut aren’t you?”

“Yes, daddy, your good slut,” she answered. “Oh-“

Now both of his hand gripping her hips again, trying to get his pace faster. A silent cry can be heard by Bangchan and it’s from her. He keeps his pace going, hitting all of the spots that making her mouth open. Bangchan can’t keep his noises to himself too, so he decided to lay his palm flat on her lower stomach.

“T-too much—“

“You’re literally fuck-“ thrust, “begging me to fuck you.”

“Please.”

“Please what, princess?”

“Can I cum?”

“After being all naughty like that?” He chuckled. Oh, she’s fucked for now. He is trying so hard to not get blown in his place by now, “fucking bitch. All that she knows are getting fucked nasty on my studio desk.”

The pleasure was all over the place so she bites down on her palm. All of these stimulations was too much for both of them but she feels like she handle it anymore. Her teary eyes, her neck full of hickeys, and her fucked out face. “Close, baby—“

“Cum in me, please.”

“N-not now, yeah?-“

“Please, I have been a good girl, I deserve it-“

Shit. Bangchan feels like his world is just him and her. It made his head dizzy as the tight knot on his lower stomach is begging to get released. She can hear how much of him wanting to feel it too—his breathing ragged and he murmured a lot of things she can’t understand. “I feel good don’t I, daddy? Why don’t you—fuck—fill me up? Hm?”

“Yeah? Is that what you want baby?”

“Y-yes!”

“Good girl, fuck, I’m cumming—“ his pace is uncontrollable, he can feel her clenching hard on his cock and after one final thrust, he’s cumming inside of her. A hiss passed his lips after he pulled his cock out, his cum drips out of her hole prettily. He looked up to her who’s closing her eyes and putting the back of her hand on the top of her mouth. His hand began to stroke her hand with shaky breath.

“Are you okay?” He whispered.

As she opened her eyes, she can see that loving gaze looking at her again. “M’good.”

He kissed her forehead as his other hand caressing her hip softly. “Good girl,” his lips was inches from hers, “you did a great job. Thank you.”

She smiled and cupped his face. She brought his lips on hers, kissing it gently. He kissed her back like him wanting to taste her again after all of this time. He let her calm down by whispering sweet nothings and caressing her skin gently. He bump the tip of his nose on hers, making her giggle.

“We should clean all of this mess, yeah?”

not so sweet — bang chan (m)

pairing: coworker!chan x fem!reader

rating: m rated, not friendly for minors

synopsis: chan shows you the beast behind his sweet personality on his couch

warnings: fwb (?) relationship, rough themes, dom!chan, pet names, teasing, unprotected s*x, pulling out, zero plot, overst*mulation, Chan is big

note: first skz fic, pls be kind <3

Chan was sweet, he was the sweetest guy you’ve ever known.

He wasn’t like anyone you’ve dated. He was caring, understanding, lovely and most importantly, not a damn misogynist.

He understood women, he understood you.

Whenever you were with him, he made you feel important, he made you feel seen—maybe that was the reason why you were laying underneath him right now, letting him devour you with his lips.

“Are you sure about this?” He breathed out between messy kisses, hands moving fast to unbutton your shirt without waiting for an answer.

“I am,” you confidently hummed, wandering your hands down on his firm chest as you tugged on the hem of his shirt, “Are you?” You asked, signing him to take it off.

“100% sweetheart, been waiting long enough for this.”

With a confident smirk on his face, he undid the clasp of your bra, teasingly pulling the straps down to your shoulders as a he locked his eyes on yours.

He wanted to test you, wanted to see if you were as impatient in bed as you were at job.

Judging by the way you pushed his hands away to toss your bra somewhere he could not see, it was safe to say that you indeed were.

“Eager, are we?” He whispered, placing open mouthed kisses right in between your breasts, leaving kitten licks on everywhere his lips touched.

“Shut up and take your shirt off before I rip it off.” You scoffed, pushing his face away because it tickled.

Giggling, he raised his hands up and get off of you, pretending to be scared by your threat as he swiftly removed his shirt from his body.

“You happy now?” He asked, arching an eyebrow at you as he dropped his hands to his belt, playing with the metal to see your reaction.

“I’d be happier if you got rid of your pants for me as well.” You responded, tracing the line of his abs with your toes as you laid half naked on his couch.

Pretty embarrassing for you to let a colleague seeing you so defenseless but, you didn’t plan it to be a more than one time thing anyway so, it was fine.

Plus, Chan was a sweetheart, you were gonna be fine.

Or so you thought he was.

“Why don’t you do it yourself?”

“Huh?”

“My pants,” he chuckled, laughing at your surprised expression, you really didn’t expect such a bold response from him it seemed, “get rid of them yourself, y/n.” He repeated, pulling you up by your wrist.

Caught of guard by his sudden act of dominance, you automatically obeyed, your sub side taking control over you before you could even reject.

Clumsily, you unbuckled his belt and undid his his zipper, leaving him with a creak that allowed you to get a glimpse of his hard on covered with his black Calvin’s.

“Soo ..”

“So?”

“What are you waiting for?” He asked, voice coming out stern as he kept on a poker face, “pull my boxers down,” he ordered, enjoying the sight of your speechlessness, “now, y/n.”

You gulped down, nodding as you reached your hands to follow his command. Were you ready for what you were about to see? Probably not, but you were dying to take a look.

With the gasp you let out, Chan could tell you were impressed by his size as you slid down his expensive underwear, eyes almost falling out of their sockets when his pink tip hit against the lower wall of his abdomen.

“Oh my god,” you uttered, mouth drooling as you spoke, “Chan you’re—”

“—too big for you?”

“No, perfect for me.”

The shadow of his dimple under the dim lights was enough sign for you to understand your comment was successful at making him happy, as he leaned down and grab your jaw to pull you in for a kiss.

Taking advantage of his distraction over your lips, you wrapped your hands around his length, smearing his leak over his head as you gently rubbed him down.

He let out a throaty moan into the kiss, tilting his head to win the dominance war between your tongues.

It was slow, but you could feel him bucking his hips against your palms ever so often, subtly asking for more as the kiss turned into a messier one, leaving you both breathless.

“Are you done playing with me already?” He whispered near your ear as he led his kisses down your neck, one hand keeping your head still with the grasp it had on your jaw.

“What do you mean?” You asked, wanting to play the fool a little.

“I mean,” he spoke, wandering his empty, large hand down your clotheless upper body, stopping once he reached the zipper of your pants.

Without asking for permission, he unzipped it, pushing his two fingers inside through the creak. “Aren’t you done teasing me?” He muttered, pressing on your heat over the thin fabric of your panties.

“I can feel your wetness love, do you really wanna waste time with this?”

You choked out on your words once he sucked on the spot underneath your ear, definitely intending to leave a purple mark behind.

“W-who’s e-eager now?” You asked, stuttering as he kept abusing your sensitive flesh, loving the sound of your breathy whines a little too much for a one night stand.

“Guess we both are.”

And with that, you found yourself back on the spot you were previously laying on, this time with Chan hovering over you like a hungry vulture as he smashed his lips on yours.

Never in your life had someone ever kissed you like that, so passionate, so lustful and not so sweet.

It was so hot that you found yourself grinding against his meat over your clothes, one of his strong arms coming down to snake around your waist to help you with the movement of your hips.

“Just take me already,” you moaned against his lips, feeling too overwhelmed to go on with your teasing. You needed him inside you, right freaking now.

“With pleasure,” he smiled, the cockiness of his words resonating from his tongue onto yours as he separated his lips from yours after one last kiss.

Within two minutes, your pants were pushed down onto your knees alongside of your black bottoms as he flipped you over, pressing your cheek on the soft cushions while forcing your ass to arch up for him.

Your waist to hip ratio was enough to make him let out a low “fuck” as he landed a sharp smack on your skin, the pinkish color of his hand shape blossoming on the spot he just hit, urging him to repeat his movement.

“God,” he grunted, hitting you once again, “you’ve no idea how pretty you look right now, y/n.”

“Chan, please . .”

“Finish your sentence sweetheart,” he said, sliding his tip on your wet folds to collect your wetness on his length, “tell me what you want exactly.”

“I want you in me, please,” you begged, pushing yourself back against his dıck, “I need you in me, please Chan.”

“Say no more.”

A loud cry of his name fell from your lips when he finally pushed himself through your tiny hole, stretching your walls deliciously as he bottomed out.

The following thrusts of his hips were strong enough to burr a hole inside your tummy as he settled on a rather fast pace, not having enough patience to let you adjust him.

You were tighter than he expected, squeezing him good enough to make him wanna risk coming inside you. God, if he knew your pvssy game was this good, he would’ve made a move on you earlier.

He was gone, completely lost to the way you made him feel, eyes closed and lips parted open to let out throaty growls.

“Feels so good.” he commented, leaning down to kiss your bare shoulders as he grinded against your ass, hitting just the right spots with his dıck, “you feel so good babe.”

“Chan—” you choked out, holding onto his arms with your shaky hands, already sweating and panting under his weight.

“Hm, sweetheart?”

“T-too much,” you managed to let out, digging your nails into his skin once he bottomed out again, “I c-can’t—”

“Yes you can,” he cut your words, sneaking a hand down on your clıt as he left a soft peck on your lips, “I know you can baby,” he said, rubbing lazy circles on your sensitive skin, “I know my good girl can do it for me.”

Despite how small the nickname was, it had a strong effect — strong enough to make you whimper a sentence of inaudible words right before all your limbs fell weak.

The only thing that held your hips up against Chan’s merciless thrusts was his arm—which he snaked around your waist as he played with your bud, flickering it between his fingers to make you scream even more into the cushions.

He was smiling like a sadist, kissing your backbones as he was rotting himself inside you, enjoying the way he made your whole body shake with pleasure.

The more he thrusted in, the more you clenched, which drove him closer and closer to his agonizingly near high.

He needed nothing more than a few more pushes before he was done, and with the rate he was going, that wasn’t a hard goal to reach.

It was late and he was tired but fortunately, he was able to finish you both off, pulling out right on time as he shot hot strands of his pearl white leak on your back, dripping some on his sofa accidentally.

Having no power left in his arms and legs, he collapsed next to you, too tired to even get a clean towel to clean you up from the mess he caused.

“Are you okay?” He asked, patting your back gently, feeling genuinely concerned about pushing you too hard. It was never his intention but, guess he got too caught up in the moment to stop and give you a breather.

“How are you feeling?”

“I feel amazing.” You responded, turning your head to him, a sheepish smile plastered on your pretty face.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, closing your eyes, too tired to force them open, “haven’t felt this good in a while.”

“Same with me.” He giggled, leaning his face closer to yours, “maybe we should repeat this sometime,” he talked hesitantly, “sometime soon, if you’re not busy?”

“Are you asking me out on a date?”

“Can I?”

You chuckled, what kind of question was that? Even you with a fucked out brain could do better than him at this point, that was so lame, yet awfully cute.

“If that means I’ll end up like this next to you every night,” you stopped, closing the barely existing gap between your faces, “then yes, I guess you can.”

BETWEEN

PAIRING: minho + chan x fem!reader GENRE: smut. fluff. f2l. roommates au. threesome/poly. CONTENT: 18+ minors dni. WORD COUNT: 5k

SUMMARY: Your two roommates are your best friends in the world. You’d also love nothing more than to be sandwiched between them. Queue tension and smut with feelings.

do not repost to other sites, including translations.

It’s laundry day, a day you’ve put off a little long. You end up grabbing a shirt from Minho’s clean clothing he’d left in the dryer to throw over your head as you wait for your own load to finish. Neither of them were around. You’re leaning over the counter to grab a paper towel when the front door opens. You peak around the corner just as Chris is throwing his shoes aside. Okay, this is fine. The shirt is just long enough to hang over the tops of your thighs, covering the pale blue underwear you’d slept in.

Seguir leyendo

hard thought :

chris feeling his rut coming, his girl coming home with her male coworker’s scent on her, chris fucking her brains out and painting her cunt in his cum, breeding her to bits, fluffy aftercare.

HELP THIS IS GONNA BE ON MY MIND FOREVER!!

anon i hate you (i love you) because this ask.... THIS ASK.... i couldn't stop thinking about this ask. it literally made me black out and next thing i knew there were words in my google docs and.... yeah. again, might as well share it JKSDFHSKJDFH (this is barely proof-read, sorry, i was literally possessed writing this sdfhsjkdf)

Pairing: Werewolf!Chan x Human!F.Reader (one of the main pairings of my WereRoomies series, but you don’t really need to read any other instalments to understand/enjoy this one). | Word Count: ~2k | Warnings: smut · established relationship · chubby/curvy MC · Chris’ POV · mandatory Christopher is Intense™ warning · pet names · possessiveness · unprotected penetration (no barrier method, but BC is used) · praising · creampie · breeding kink · copious amounts of fluids (concerningly so. but this is some monster fuckery, what else would you expect?)

It wasn’t enough. Nowhere near enough.

“C–Chris, b–baby…”

“Hm? What is it, pretty? Want me to stop?”

You shook your head, nuzzling your face on the bed sheets. Chris could feel his heart swell in his chest, you were just how he wanted you to be… moaning, whining, saying his name and only his name.

But, still, it wasn’t enough.

Whenever you came home from work, with the smell of your coworkers all over you, he typically didn’t mind. It was only natural for you to smell like other people after spending all day with them, just like he probably did, too. But today, the smell of your male colleagues on you triggered something in him, something primal that was usually perfectly kept at bay.

You didn’t even question it when he wrapped his arms around your waist and held you from behind while you washed a pot in the sink. After all, it wasn’t uncommon for him to cling to you.

‘Are you a wolf or a koala?’ you’d ask him sometimes, which always made him chuckle.

Today, Chris didn’t chuckle at the question. He simply buried his face deeper in the crook of your neck, kissing and licking your skin, trying to get rid of any traces of foreign scents–or rather, trying to leave his behind.

Sneaking a hand under your shirt, he held your soft belly, squishing and kneading your flesh while his other hand was too busy caressing your hips. ‘…Right now? I’m a wolf, pretty. A very horny wolf’.

Which was how you both ended up here.

With a hand between your shoulder blades, Chris kept your upper body pressed to the mattress, while the other diligently rubbed circles on your clit, making you clench harder around his length, ripping a low growl from deep within his chest. The sound was barely audible, but it was certainly there, mingling with the slapping of skin that seemed to bounce off of the walls as he kept fucking you from behind.

The feel of the soft, supple flesh of your bum against his skin was absolutely delectable, and the squelching sounds coming from where your bodies met were starting to make Chris lose his mind. How many times had he come? Two? Three? He wasn’t sure. The only thing he was sure of was that it wasn’t enough. 

“You’re so fucking perfect, baby. Perfect”, Chris’ pace picked up, eliciting a desperate whine from your lips. “Perfect and mine. Right? Just mine?”

Tightening your grip on the bed sheets, seeking his forearm with your free hand, you simply nodded, pushing your hips back to meet his thrusts.

“Say it”, Chris spoke between gritted teeth, speeding the movement of his fingers on your clit, determined to get you to your peak. Well, to another peak…

How many times had you come? Three? Four? He didn’t know, and at this point, he didn’t care. Once again, all he knew was that it wasn’t enough.

“Y–yours”, you could barely speak, and had Chris been a bit more coherent he would’ve probably slowed down. But as it was now, he simply couldn’t. If anything, the faintness in your voice made him go faster, chasing not only the feel of your skin hitting his, but also the delicious feel of your tightness dragging back and forth around him. “Close…”

“Close?” Chris could certainly tell you were close. The smell of your arousal wrapped around every single one of his nerve endings, your heart was beating so fast and loud in your chest it was mingling with his own heartbeat in his ears.

The vice grip of your cunt clouded his mind, the feeling of you around him had him salivating, grunting, groaning… Tingles of pleasure ran up and down his spine, and he could feel his own orgasm nearing increasingly fast. 

“Can you take another load, pretty? Hm?”

He knew you could. After all, you’d already taken everything he had given you so far. But still, he desperately wanted you to say it, he needed you to say it.

You nodded again, whining, and something akin to the word ‘please’ left your mouth. That simple sound got him so incredibly close, so close he was starting to lose the little composure he had left in him.

“Need to…stuff you full, baby”, you didn’t say anything after the words left his mouth. You honestly didn’t need to, he could feel how hard you clenched as soon as he said it. “You like it, don’t you, love? When I fill you up? When I fuck my cum back in as deep as it can go?” 

You nodded, so eagerly he could feel his head start to spin.

That was exactly what he’d done this entire time, shoot his load into your warmth, only to keep fucking you even when you were already filled to the brim. It didn’t matter, though, because doing it once, twice, thrice, just wasn’t enough. Chris needed you to be as full of him as you could, he needed to give you more, as much as his body was capable of. And judging by how he’d not gone soft once the entire time, he just couldn’t stop until that primal need was fulfilled, until his inner wolf was satisfied.

Finally, you moaned his name, so prettily he almost felt blessed that he was able to hear you over and over again. With an assortment of loud swears, your whole body trembled with your release, and Chris finally removed his fingers from your sensitive nub. Instead, he brought both of his hands to your hips so he could pull you back to meet his thrusts when you clearly couldn’t do it on your own anymore.

He vaguely registered praising you for it. He could feel his heart swell with pride, not only because of how good he’d made you feel, but also for how well you’d done for him, for how well you’d taken it all. Satisfied mate, perfect mate, mine, just for me, soft mate just for me…

“Gonna–Fuck, pretty, gonna stuff you so fucking full…”

With a low, drawn out growl, Chris finally let himself go. The undeniable satisfaction of an orgasm always seemed to triple whenever he got to pump you full of his cum, and today, at this very moment, nothing had felt quite as fulfilling as this did.

Even when he came, though, he didn’t stop moving. He vaguely registered the sting of overstimulation, but he just couldn’t stop. All you did was take it. Take anything and everything he had to give as quiet whimpers fell from your lips and your nails dug on his forearm. 

“Need to…” He was panting, groaning, and he could barely hear anything over his beating heart in his ears. “Need to make sure it sticks….”

Chris was delirious, for sure. Nothing would stick. It never did, you were protected in that regard, but his numerous orgasms had his logical, human mind completely disconnected from reality. All he had left were his wolf instincts, those instincts that urged him to claim you in the utmost primal way possible, those instincts that urged him to give you a part of himself, that urged him to breed you.

One, two, three, four thrusts, and he finally stilled, groaning. A shiver ran up and down his spine, and before he could even stop himself, he collapsed, squishing you between his body and the mattress when your knees finally gave out under his weight.

Even through the haze, he couldn’t help but wonder if you could feel how hard his heart was beating against your back.

“Fuck, baby, you okay?” Chris was panting still, his mind foggy, oscillating between this moment in your shared bedroom and somewhere deep within himself.

You laughed. A hearty laugh, albeit a bit strained. “Are you?”

The sound brought to the forefront of his heart all that undeniable love he felt for you, dissipating some of that fogginess in his brain. Chris couldn’t help but laugh as well. 

Carefully, he peeled his body away from you, leaving the warmth of your inner walls in the process, which honestly shouldn’t have made him feel this irrationally sad. His erection was finally going down, he’d been hard for so long, but only now did he register how sore he was.

As soon as he kneeled on the bed, with his hands on your bum, spreading you open to see bucket loads of his cum trickling out of your abused hole, he felt himself twitch, and for a microsecond he feared the cycle would start all over again.

Thankfully, it didn’t.

Chris simply heaved a sigh of relief, absentmindedly staring at your centre, at your mixed fluids oozing out of you and soiling your bed sheets in the process.

It dawned on him then just how desperately needed this, which puzzled him a bit. Sure, he’d be the first to admit he loved to be all over you, but he genuinely felt like he couldn’t breathe until he stuffed you as full of his cum as he possibly could.

“Baby?” Your voice snapped him out of the daze he was in, making him blink. 

Looking back at your face, he was met with a teasing–yet a bit tired–smile on your lips. “Hm?”

“You weren’t listening were you?” 

Chris felt himself flush. Had you spoken? He hadn’t heard a single thing. Was he that pussy drunk? He supposed he couldn’t blame himself for it. Not when you were the girl of his dreams, not when you were almost glowing in your post-orgasmic bliss, not when he was this unequivocally in love.

He simply shook his head in response, ignoring the heat he felt spreading from his chest to the back of his neck. 

“I asked if you were enjoying the view, Christopher”, you chuckled, and it made him smile.

He licked his lips, returning his eyes to your drenched folds, just in time to see more of him coming out. You totally did that on purpose, and he couldn’t help but scoff a chuckle, finally letting go of your buttocks so he could land a smack on one of them, right before he laid down next to you and pulled you into his arms. 

“I was”, he admitted, because what would be the point of lying to you? If there was one thing he could be with you, it was being honest. Chris pressed a kiss on your forehead, holding you tighter. “I love you”.

“Mmm… Love you, too”, was all you mumbled back, tucking your head under his chin, and draping a leg over his hip, pulling him closer to you. “I’m okay, by the way”.

“Good”, with his index and thumb on your chin, he pulled your face up, enough so he could kiss you. Probably the softest kiss he’d initiated since this all started. “I’m okay, too. More than okay”.

You both stayed there for a while, just kissing, cuddling, sharing some warmth, until Chris asked if you’d like a bath, to which you immediately agreed.

Now, with his back against the tub, and with you between his legs, your back against his chest, he simply held you close as you told him about your day. Chris listened intently, massaging your soft body under the water in an attempt to soothe your achy limbs while you spoke to him. 

In here, all he could smell on you now was your floral scent and the smell of your shared home, which probably meant you also smelt like him. The realisation, along with the sound of your voice, helped his muscles relax. Finally, he was at ease.

Chris told you about his day, too. Nonessential information about things he’d done, or office gossip that he knew you’d enjoy listening to. Even when you eventually turned to face him, grabbing his shampoo and lathering your hands.

“Babe”, your fingers glided through his hair, massaging in his shampoo on his scalp. Chris would admit he enjoyed this more than he thought he ever would. Just looking at your face this close, feeling the soft movement of your hands on his head… It always felt incredibly intimate and soothing. So much so he was sure that, had he been in his wolf form, his tail would be wagging right now. “I think your rut is coming very soon”.

His eyes widened. He started doing the math in his head, had that much time passed already? “Shit, you might be right”.

“Might?” You chuckled, using a cup to gather water from the tub so you could rinse the shampoo out of his hair. “I am right, baby. You don’t just pump me full of your cum four times in a row for no reason”.

A smile made its way onto his lips. He looked you in the eyes, relishing the galaxies he could see in them, ignoring how fast his heart started to beat at the sight. It wasn’t the feeling he needed right now, not when he wanted to tease you effectively. “You were begging for it, too, though”.

Finally done with his hair, you cradled his face in your hands, staring right back at him. “That’s ‘cause I love it when you stuff me full of your cum, Chris”.

The fine hairs at his nape stood on end, and he had to make the conscious effort not to shiver. Bringing his hands to your waist, Chris pulled you closer. “Pretty, if I fuck you again today I’ll have to be hospitalised for dehydration. Don’t just casually drop that on me, God…”

You chuckled, leaning in, kissing him tenderly, and he simply melted under the soft movement of your lips on his.

You were right, though. His rut was surely coming soon, probably sometime next week… He’d have to start making arrangements soon, just like you had to, too.

Food had to be prepared, drinks had to be bought, PTO had to be confirmed, and any sexual activities had to be stopped to make sure your body was well rested enough for what was to come. Chris couldn’t let himself go like he did today, he didn’t want to inadvertently hurt you later because of his idiotic wolf urges…

Everything else could wait until tomorrow, though. Tonight, the only thing that mattered to him was enjoying your company and your warmth.

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THE WOLF KING - A BANG CHAN SERIES

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CHAPTER THREE: OUR LUNA

Pairing: Bang Chan x Afab! Reader

Theme: Fluff, Smut, Angst, Fantasy AU, Werewolf!Chan, MDNI

Word Count: 2.6K

Summary: Long before you were born the war between the kingdoms of humans and supernatural creatures began. No one ever knew the true cause of it, but humans were forbidden to ever enter the woods that bordered their lands. But you were never one to follow laws, you had always felt drawn to the beauty of the woods and never have you once felt in danger there. One day you come across a large black wolf watching you in the distance. It never approached you, but it watched you as you would lay against a tree in the sunlight and read your favorite books. From that moment on you would always see it, watching you. You felt as if it was protecting you. You would smile at it and never dare go near it. Little did you know, that the wolf who watched you carefully, was not just any wolf, but also a man, the man they called the wolf king.

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After the beautiful moment you both had shared by the lake Chan carried you back to his room, the room you both would share after your wedding. Though at this point you both didn’t want to be separated at all. Not after finally giving yourselves to each other. You spend the night making love til you were both absolutely spent. You were addicted to each other's touch, to each other's kisses, to the pleasure that you gave each other. You were sure that everyone in the castle could hear your cries as he claimed you over and over. Whimpering and whining for each other as you both whispered “I love you.”  

It was now morning and you woke up to him no longer beside you. Your heart sank at the feeling, but you were sure it was because he had matters to attend to. He was the king, and you were not his queen just yet. You blushed and held the sheet to your chest as maids entered the room. They ran you a hot bath which you took gladly, the water helped soothe you from being so sore after the passionate night you had with Chan. Once you were done you were presented with multiple dresses to wear for the day. This was something that would take a bit to get used to. You never had such lavish things, or people to wait on you. 

You found yourself exploring the castle, wanting to find the library. You walked past one of the large windows and stared out into the garden taking in the beautiful flowers now bright and vibrant in the sunlight. 

“Your highness.” You jumped and turned around wide eyed to see Changbin standing behind you. You held a hand to your chest as you let out a sigh of relief. 

“You scared me.” You breathed out and chucked. “What did I tell you about calling me that? You don’t have to.” He smiled gently at you and nodded. 

“Apologies Y/n.” He said quietly. “I saw you looked a little bit lost so I wanted to see if you needed anything. Have you eaten yet?” He asked softly.  You smiled softly at him and nodded. 

“Yes, Chan had the maids bring me breakfast this morning.” You said softly. “I was actually looking for the library. Or to see if there is one.” 

“There is one. Follow me, I’ll show you.” He said softly. He led you down the hall to a big doorway and pushed open the doors for you. Your eyes widened at the size of it. You walked in and looked around in awe. You had never seen so many books in your life. “We try to get as many books from the human kingdom as we can, as well as having a large amount of books on the history of supernatural creatures as well. You can find pretty much everything there.” You looked at Changbin and smiled. 

“Thank you for showing me the way.” You said softly and reached up to ruffle his hair. HIs eyes widened and he blushed before smiling softly. 

“Anytime, y/n.” He said softly. “If you ever need something when Chan isn’t available you’re bound to bump into at least one of us, so do not hesitate to ask us for anything.” He bowed at you before leaving you alone in the library. You spent time browsing through the books before settling on a book on the history of mermaids. You read it intently as you sat along a windowsill taking in the warmth from the sunlight as it shined on you. You were happy you had a chance to read and learn about the lore and history of the supernatural creatures. You were to be their queen so you wanted to learn as much as you could. Hours passed by as you read about the beautiful mermaids of the sea, and how they can transform into human form on land. 

“You look so beautiful, little pup.” Your heart leapt out of your chest and you looked up to see Chan leaning against a bookshelf gazing at you softly. You blushed and closed the book as he approached you and placed it to the side. “I missed you.” He whispered softly as he pressed his lips to your forehead, He caressed your cheek and smiled down at you. “I could barely focus on my meeting today, all I could think about was you.” He breathed out. 

Your cheeks turned a deep red at his words and you pulled him close to press your lips against his. He sighed happily into your lips and pulled you even closer. He slipped his hands between your legs and spread them wide. He moved between them and pressed into you as he deepened the kiss. You shivered at the feeling and pulled away to look at him shyly with a blush. He smirked and nuzzled his face in your neck and nipped at your skin. 

“My King.” You whimpered at the feeling and he let out a low growl into your neck. “N-Not here.” You added as he pushed your dress up until your bottom half was completely exposed to him.  He quickly got down on his knees and ripped away your undergarments. You gasped and arched as you felt his mouth against your core. “Chan!” You cried softly. You whimpered and covered your face in embarrassment. “My King, what if someone sees?” You mewled out as he devoured your core. 

“Let them see My Queen.” He growled into your wet core. “Let them see how good I make you feel. Let them see how you’re mine.” He slipped two fingers inside you and bit at your hand to suppress your moans. Your legs trembled as your back laid flush against the window.  Your other hand tangled in his locks as he pumped his fingers rapidly in you making you cry into your hand. He looked up at you and pulled your hand away from your mouth. “Don’t you dare try and hide those beautiful sounds. I want to hear you my little pup.” He ordered softly before attaching his mouth to your clit. You could feel your orgasm coming as you tightened around his fingers. 

“That’s it my love. Cum for me.” He groaned out. You came undone around his fingers with a loud cry. Your body shook and your eyes rolled back as your hips rocked into his mouth. Chan almost came at the sight of you. He licked his lips clean and moved up to kiss you softly. You whimpered into his lips and when he pulled away you saw him stare behind you. “It looks like we are not alone, my love.” Your eyes followed to where Chan was looking and you saw Hyunjin standing there. His face was flushed and he kept his eyes to the ground. 

“I’m so sorry.” Hyunjin whispered out. “Her scent, it just, I couldn’t stop myself from following it.” He looked at you and Chan both nervously. His eyes lingered on your bare legs and he gulped at the sight. Chan moved to him and pressed his hand to his forehead. 

“Your rut is starting.” Chan said softly and Hyunjin nodded with a deep blush. “You came to your Luna for help. ” He said softly as he looked at you. “Our Luna must help the pack whenever they’re in need.” You looked at them both in confusion and Chan walked back to you. “He’s in heat and would like you to help him. Can you do it my love?” Your eyes widened at his words and you looked to Hyunjin who was staring at your exposed skin in hunger. You shook under his gaze and looked at Chan nervously. 

“At some point all the boys will turn to you for help until they find their own mates. I trust him to not hurt you or mark you.” He said softly as he caressed your cheek. “But I will not force you my love. You’re human so it’s strange for you. But I know your heart and body are mine.” You let out a shaky breath and your heart pounded. 

"If you are okay with it, you will be loved by more than just me." He caressed your cheek softly. "They will love you just as strongly." You looked over to Hyunjin who was staring at you with such longing it made your heart flutter. You shouldn't be okay with this, but for some reason you couldn't bare to say no.

“Hyunjin.” You called softly. His lust filled eyes met yours and he bit his lip hard. You reached out to him and he immediately rushed into your arms. Chan smiled softly at you and pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Chan are you sure?" You asked quietly.

“Treat him well my love. I’ll leave you both.” He said softly before leaving. Your eyes followed Chan as he left the library and then looked down to Hyunjin. He buried his face in your neck and kissed at your skin as his hands ran up your thighs. Your eyes fluttered closed at the feeling and your ran your fingers through his long brown locks. 

“Y/n, can I kiss you?” He asked shyly. You blushed deeply at his words and nodded. He pressed his lips to yours. The kiss is gentle and slow. His fingers found your wet core and he brushed fingers against you core. You were so sensitive from what Chan had just did and you couldn’t stop yourself from whining into his mouth. He pulled away from you and looked at you softly. “Let me take you somewhere more comfortable.” He whispered softly. He picked you up bridal style and you let out a soft squeal. He chuckled as he carried you further into the library where there was multiple divans and a lit up fireplace. He set you down on your get and looked into your eyes.

“May I undress you?” He asked softly as his hands wandered to the ties on the back of your dress. You blushed and nodded as he untied them with ease and soon your dress slid off of you leaving you completely exposed in front of the younger male. His eyes wandered as he took in your body. “So beautiful.” He whispered as his fingers grazed your hips. “What I’d give to paint you Luna.” He whispered as his lips brushed against yours. 

“Hyunjin.” You breathed out as you looked into his eyes softly. “Don’t be nervous.” You caressed his cheek. “Chan trusts you then so do I and I want to help you. Please tell me what you need.” You said softly. He looked deep into your eyes. 

“I need to be inside you.” He let out in a whimper. He pressed his lips to yours and picked you up gently before laying you on the giant divan. He pulled away and began to strip off his clothes. Your eyes watched as your heart pounded. Once he was completely bare for you, you couldn’t stop yourself from taking in his beautiful body. He was skinnier but toned and looked like something crafted from the gods. Your eyes blushed as they landed on his long and curved member.  Not as thick as Chan’s but still very big. He stared at you as if waiting for a command. 

“Don’t hold back.” You said softly. “Come here.” He growled softly at your words and settled between your legs. His large hand gripped your hip as he kissed across your chest. He sucked at your nipple eagerly as his other hand brushed over your swollen and wet sex. He slid three fingers into you easily and you let out a soft moan. Your fingers tangled in his hair as his mouth continued to devour your breasts.  You rocked your hips and whimpered as you felt his fingers hit deep within you. His name escaped your lips in a soft moan which made him look up to you with such need.

“Say it again.” He whispered as he curled his fingers inside you causing you to cry out. You complied and gladly moaned out his name. “God you are the most beautiful thing on this earth.” He growled out. He pulled his fingers out of you and lined the tip of his cock with your entrance. He looked deep into your eyes and he slowly pushed himself in. You stared at him as his eyes rolled back and his brows furrowed. It was one of the most beautiful things you had ever seen. He spread your legs wide and looked down to watch his cock move in and out of you as he began to rock himself into you. The sight of your core taking him all the way making him moan loudly. “You’re taking me so well.” 

You were a blushing mess as you writhed beneath him feeling the tip of his cock already hitting spots that made your mind become foggy. He wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled you closer to him. Now you were straddling him as he thrusted up into you. Your eyes rolled back as you felt him go even deeper and you couldn’t stop the cries from leaving your mouth. He pressed his lips to yours in a hungry kiss as his thrusts became more rough and violent. Your legs trembled as you cried out into his mouth. 

He held you by your waist and pounded into you rapidly. Both of your moans and cries for each other could definitely be heard throughout the library. You felt your second orgasm approaching and you sobbed out for him. He never took his eyes off of you as he too felt his climax coming and soon you were both coming undone together as you clung to each other desperately. You felt his hot seed spill inside of you as you buried your face in his chest. He growled as he pulled out of you and laid you on your stomach. His hands ran up your thighs and gripped your hips to raise them in the air. He lined up against you again already hard and slammed deep inside you. Causing you to scream out. 

Hyunjin slammed his hips relentlessly against yours. His need and want to breed you flooded his mind. All he cared about was watching you cry for him as he made a filthy mess of your cunt. Watching your face twist in joy at the feeling of his cum spilling inside you. You were too lost in the feeling as he continued to use you for his needs. You didn’t even know if you would be able to cum again but you didn’t care. You wanted to please him and help him through his time of need. You were his Luna after all. His fingers found your clit and he rubbed it rapidly. The feeling made you cry out as you moved to get away. The feeling was too much. But he pulled you back and continued desperate to feel you cum on his cock again.  

“H-Hyunjin!” You cried out as you buried your face into the cushion of the divan. Your legs began to shake violently and your core clenched around him once again. 

“That’s it. Please again.” He begged softly as he pounded into you. You clenched around his cock and came once more. Your body going limp beneath him. He held you up by your waist as he pounded into you for a little longer before finally cumming inside you again. But he was not done. No, his rut was far from over. He needed more and you were gladly going to let him have his fill.

oh look another surprise. :3 hehehe. who do you think she will help next? or will it just be a moment of passion between her and one of the pack. Chan does love to share. So much happening and they haven't even had the wedding yet. >:)

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