"Go Harder For Round Two?"

"Go harder for round two?"

Content info: YN and Chan have just fucked, but why not go harder for round two?

Word count: 1K

Warnings: dirty talk, the sex is a bit on the rougher side maybe idk

You lie there, on your stomach, basking in post-coital bliss. Chan and you have just had a very enjoyable tumble in the sheets; a playful little tussle during laundry folding turned less playful and more heated, and now here you are, naked, the late spring afternoon sun falling through the window, tickling your bare back.

Chan returns from discarding the condom and slips under the covers next to you. Immediately, his lips find your shoulder blades as he presses soft kisses to your skin. You giggle into the pillow, enjoying his gentle ministrations.

He continues to kiss you, his hand tenderly stroking your side, his touch light as a feather against your sensitive skin. You could doze off, and you almost do, because the rhythm of his strokes is so calming, and you have just had an orgasm, and the sun is so nice and warm…

Chan lets his hand slide across your arse and between your legs. You open your eyes in surprise as you feel him slide two fingers into your still-wet pussy. “Channie?” you ask, because you hadn’t expected this. The mood was sleepy, comfy, relaxed just a minute ago, and now, you wonder why you thought that – clearly, your cunt wants more, it delights in the way Chan is slowly fingering you.

He shifts his weight, and he is above you, his front pressed against your back, and now you feel it – he is hard. Very much so. You moan involuntarily, and he bites your neck. “I was thinking,” he rasps, his voice rough with want, “I feel like for round two, we can go a bit harder.”

“Go harder for round two?” you breathe, because that sounds overwhelming and incredible at the same time.

“You don’t have to do anything,” he says as he grabs your hips and lifts them so he can push a pillow under them. “You just have to lie there and take it like a good girl.” He spreads your legs a bit wider, showing you exactly what he means – he’ll do all the work. “How does that sound?”

You glance back at him and smile. “Why are you not inside me already?”

His eyes darken, and an evil little smile curls up the corners of his mouth. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t know my little slut was even more eager to be filled than I was to fuck her.”

You begin to say, “Well, clearly, you were wrong about that,” but you cannot finish because with one swift, hard stroke, he is inside you, and the smallest delicious soreness of having just been thoroughly fucked and doing it again so soon takes over your senses. Chan does not wait – you don’t need time for adjusting, you are wet and eager to be taken. And so he does – he pounds you like that’s all you’re good for, and you just lie there, feeling his thick length filling you over and over again, stretching you. Your eyes are screwed shut, your hands curled into the sheets; the angle is so good, the cushion helps him hit your sweet spot with almost every thrust. His hot breath and his grunts against your neck do the rest: Being silent is out of the question – it is the middle of the day, but you can’t help but moan, pant, scream, beg for him to move, to give you more, to fuck you harder. It’s too fucking good, you’re almost sobbing with this assault of pleasure, the way every fibre of your being is focused on your pussy being railed by Chan’s hard cock.

He then shifts his weight onto his one arm, freeing his one hand to put over your mouth. He doesn’t stop fucking you, though. “Shhh, baby,” he growls into your ear. “You’re being so loud, we’ll get kicked out of the building. Everyone can hear you, baby girl, everyone knows I’m fucking you so well. You like that, hm? You like giving me all the control, letting me use your tight little cunt for my pleasure. You like making me feel good, being my little slut. You’re so hot, baby. Come to think of it… I do want everyone to know who’s fucking you this good.” And he takes his hand off your mouth, and he redoubles his efforts, his thrusts become incredibly harder, making the bed squeak. You almost howl at the pleasurable assault and bury your head in the pillow, dead set on keeping quiet. Then –

“Oh no, you won’t.”

Chan is not having it, though; you feel yourself being pulled up onto your knees, your back against his front. He is still thrusting forcefully, but now his hands find your breast and clit, stimulating you even further, making your moans more keening and breathier. “If I want you to come on my cock screaming, you will,” he growls, biting your shoulder and pushing into you relentlessly.

You know it’ll soon be over for you, this is too much, and it only takes a few more well-placed rubs against your clit and you’re coming with a moan that is positively pornographic. Behind you, you can feel Chan shaking with the effort, but he’s a lost cause, too, coming as soon as he can feel you spasm around him. Grabbing your chin, he pulls you in for a messy, wet kiss that swallows most of his groans.

When you both still, he gently pulls out and lays you back down on the bed, once again discarding a used condom before pulling you against his chest. Slowly, both of you catch your breath. He softly kisses your temple. “Was that okay?”

You glance up at him – his dark curls are a sweaty mess, his pupils are dilated, his cheeks are flushed. He looks young and vulnerable and sexy like that, and you’ve never found him more attractive. “Very okay,” you say, kissing his collarbone, clearly underselling the exquisite sex you've just had. “But do I get to nap now?”

Chan chuckles. “You do, baby girl,” he allows, kissing your nose before settling with you under the covers, snuggling closer and closing his eyes.

kitchen beat

✮ bangchan x afab!reader ✮ kitchen sex, dry humping, (implied?) free use, creampie, unprotected sex, use of "good girl" once. ✮ not proof read

dressed in comfortable clothes after a long day, just a pair of loose shorts and a t-shirt. standing at the sink washing the dishes that have piled up. chan comes up behind you, wrapping you in a sweet back hug, perfectly positioned behind you so that your ass is pressed up against his cock.

“hi baby…” you whisper, biting your lip, pushing your ass back and you learn forward adding more pressure onto his cock.

he groans, wanting to maintain a normal conversation but finding it impossible as he slowly grinds against your ass.

“chan please do something!” you whine, unable to take it any longer, needing more than he was giving.

“alright,” chuckling a little, chan runs his hands up your back, sliding under your shirt, feeling your warm skin. 

still clothed, chan is moving his hips as if he were fucking you, hips meeting your plush, clothed ass, grazing your dripping cunt.

chan leans forward against your back, moving a hand under your shirt to grab your tits, teasing the nipples.

still snapping his hips forward, chan looks down and groans.

“fuuuuck, baby,” looking down he can see a wet patch forming on the crotch of his pants from your pussy.

“you like it that much? you’re that wet? i haven't even taken my cock out, baby. you want me to fuck you? fuck this pussy good for you, baby?”

“mmm” you nod your head mindlessly, looking at him over your shoulder, biting your lip.

chan maneuvers his pants down far enough to free his cock and pulls down your shorts to below your ass, pushing your panties to the side to reveal your soaking wet pussy. 

“oh god… fu-fuck!” slowly chan inches his cock into your tight and warm pussy, “you feel so good, baby. taking this cock so well, mmm.” chan fucking you with so much force your hips dig into the counter, gently rubbing your ass and hips to sooth you.

“c-chan, mmmhmp… so big… so deep,” again looking at him over your shoulder, eyes becoming glassy with need and the desire to cum.

“you’re clenching so hard, baby. can hardly move. this pussy loves my cock, huh? doesn’t want to let me go. want me to keep you nice and stuffed with my cock forever?”

whining desperately and begging, “please, please cum in my pussy. fill me up so good, baby, i need your cum so bad!” 

chan pumps his cock with your cunt, groaning your name as he pushes in as deep as he can and floods your cunt with his cum. he picks up fucking you again, rubbing your clit.

“that’s it baby, tighten that pussy up, cum on my cock, baby. do it.” 

your legs shake as you cream all over his cock and he holds you up.

chan slowly pulls out making you both hiss, only to replace his cock with his fingers, making you squeal as he fucks his fingers into your hole a couple times, coating them in the mixture of both his and your cum.

he raises his fingers to your mouth and leaving no room for discussion he demands, “suck.”

immediately you take his fingers into your mouth sucking them clean, tonguing between his fingers, coating them in your spit like a good girl.

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Pairing: Chan x reader Word Count: 0.4k Genre: Smut 🔞 Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, swearing, dry humping, oral sex (m receiving)

a/n: I'm not even a little bit sorry about this.

"You're so needy today babe" you cooed running your fingers through Chan's messy curls, he had been this way even since he got home from the last part of the tour and to be honest you loved it.

"M'not" he whined as he rutted against your pajama clad hip, his lips attached to your bare shoulder.

"You're going to be late Channie" you teased your fingers creeping across his abs to flick the waistband of his boxers making him pull himself away from you.

"Want you though, I can be quick" he groaned your hand finally ghosting over his throbbing cock.

"You are never quick but I can be" you but you lip sensually while you squeezed him through the fabric causing him to shiver against you. Pushing him onto his back you slid down and positioned yourself between his thighs placing kisses on his abs, hips and thighs as you rid him of the only scrap of fabric between him and you.

"Fuuuuck" he moaned eyes rolling back as you pumped his length lazily smirking at his reaction.

"Such a good boy" you praised taking him into your mouth letting your tongue swirl around the head before taking him all the way into your throat.

"Yes baby, I can be good" he slurred his hands tangling into your hair as you bobbed up and down his length, sucking and humming as you did. His fingers gripped your hair a little tighter pulling the roots a little and you purred softly, hearing him take a gasping breath from where he was sprawled on the bed. You knew from how long he had been rutting against you since you woke up he wouldn't last long so when he started rolling his hips to fuck your throat you couldn't help the low moan that left you.

"Shit, shit, shit" Chan moaned as you felt his swell against your tongue before he came thick hot ribbon of his seed down your throat.

"Told you I could be quick" you smirked letting go of his length with a pop.

"Love you. I will spoil you later for this baby" he panted looking at you with adoring eyes as you moved back to lay beside him on the bed.

"Love you too babe" you smiled kissing his lips softly. a/n: Your likes, comments and reblogs are adored just as you are adored xx

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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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☆ our good girl ☆ #D7

You just got back from your classes, uni being a pain in the ass today because of some very irresponsible people not doing their part.

"I'm back..." you greet softly, opening the door to your lovers' apartment.

Yes, lovers. Chan and Minho. A bit older than you, probably an age gap that would make your parents raise their eyebrows but you don't care.

They're the loveliest people you've ever met. And you love them, just as much as they love you.

"Our little baby's back?" Minho repeats softly, engulfing you in a warm hug, kissing your forehead.

You hum in content, feeling your stress slowly going away in your man's arms. Well, one of your men.

You can hear Chan's footsteps, him doing that little signature slow-run of his makes you giggle. He really behaves like a wolf sometimes.

"Hi, cutie," he says, wrapping his arm around your waist from the back.

You greet him with a smile, earning yourself a soft peck on the cheek.

"Rough day?" Minho asks, guiding Chan's hand to rest on your tits instead of your waist.

You gulp at the action, suddenly feeling needy compared to stressed out.

"Bit rough," you tell them, to which Chan thought is directed at him.

"Too rough, baby? I'm sorry, hmm? I'll be more gentle," he quickly says, hands now not fondling your tits but instead just rubbing soft circles.

"N-no, not you, Channie! That.. that was good. Just.. I had a rough day is all," you explain, unable to turn your head to him because Minho's resting his forehead on yours.

"Aww our sweet baby had a tough day, hmm? Can we do anything to change that?" Chan asks, hands going back to fondling your tits with more strength, fondling to his heart's content. You're whimpering at how good it feels, lips agape as you try to form words.

"Must be that bitch, huh? The one who keeps on ditching their tasks?" Minho tries to keep a calm voice, not wanting to stress you out more. If he could, he'd definitely storm to your uni and go off on the bitch who's stressing you out. But he knows you'll resent him for it.

You and Chan giggle at Minho's little burst, Chan guiding your hand to rub Minho's back, calming him down. Minho's grunts a little but accepts the soft touches you're providing him. And he's definitely enjoying the sight of Chan fondling your tits.

"Our good girl shouldn't be suffering this much," Minho huffs.

"Yeah, our good girl works way too hard to earn this kind of crap from people," Chan adds, naughty fingers now rolling your nipples, making you gasp while you hold onto Minho's shoulders for balance.

"We're always proud of you, baby," Minho tells you, eyes filled with nothing but adoration and pride.

"Proud.. of me?" you ask, wanting reassurance. Needing it.

"Always so proud of you, such a good girl," Chan says, kissing the back of your neck. "Let's get you to bed."

♡♡♡♡♡

"So pretty, so pretty like this," Minho moans, watching how your wetness glistens, the soft purple lights that Chan bought making you look like your a fantasy character, always ready for them to devour.

"Worked so hard, so hard that you haven't even been taking care of yourself hmm? Haven't been taking care of your pussy? You know your pussy needs us, baby. Such a considerate girl always making us choose sleep over fucking her," Chan coos, his grip on your hands over your head is strong.

"I- please," is all you say, hips bucking up on instinct.

"No need to beg, baby. Minho's gonna give you his cock first. You more than earned it. Poor baby had a rough day," he tells you softly, free hand once again rubbing your nipples in circles.

You moan at the touch, and moan even louder when Minho finally sinks into you.

"Oh God," you whimper, feeling your walls stretching to accommodate Minho's thick girth.

"Good girl, what a good girl you are," Minho moans, his luscious thighs nudging your legs to open wider, wanting to be as close to you as possible. Minho hisses when you clench around him, his head going dizzy, instinct telling him to fuck you hard, fast, make you scream.

So he does one thing that he knows would calm him down a little. The man inhales your scent when he bends down to lick your tits. "Always smell so good, yeah? So sweet. Like peaches. My favourite scent. You. My baby."

Chan watches intently as Minho slowly thrusts his cock into you. You're already a beautiful mess, hair fanned on the pillow, chest heaving, and lips parted as you moan Minho's name.

And Minho's a beautiful mess too. Hips moving gracefully, careful to not go too hard, thighs clenching everytime he bottoms out, low moans escaping his mouth, making Chan imagine the pleasureful feeling of your walls clenching around his own cock.

His two lovers are perfect.

You, on the other hand, are already drunk from the stimulation. Chan has his veiny hands on you, Minho has his fat cock in you - what more can you ask for?

"Chan hyung, come here. Gotta- gotta take turns. Need to take turns. I'm gonna cum too fast if I keep on making love to this pretty baby," Minho says, out of breath, hips staying still as he plays with your clit, your walls clenching around him so tightly.

You're being so good for them. Letting them do anything they want.

And that's how your two handsome lovers start taking turns to sink their cocks into you. It's slow, soft, different from your usual hard fuck sessions that the three of you equally enjoy. And it's what you need.

And the fact that they're also taking turns praising the shit out of you everytime they sink their cocks inside your wet pussy makes it all better.

"Always so good, always so nice. We're so lucky, so lucky."

"So young but already achieving most of your goals, baby. Proud of you. Ah, fuck, and such a- such a tight pussy too."

"You're the best girl. Kind, hard working- wet and warm."

"We love you. Love you. Love everything a about you."

"So proud- so proud. Taking life so well- and shit- yes, baby, taking dick so well too."

"Gotta- gotta give the baby what she needs, you're our baby, yeah? Ours."

You're just laying on the bed, pliant, letting them take turns softly sinking their cocks into you.

They're playing with your clit, your tits, leaving hickeys, leaving bite marks, groping your ass, giving you their big, hard cocks - everything. And it feels so damn good.

"Cha- Min- please please I- cum," you tell them, voice weak, already so stimulated with how good they're giving it to you.

Chan pulls out and asks Minho to fuck into you faster because he knows you need it. He knows you need a specific pace of stroke to get your high, and he's letting Minho do it because he loves fucking you full of cum after.

"Shit, so tight, so tight. Hyung, she's so tight. She feels- fuck baby, you're gonna cum? Hmm? Gonna cum like a good girl?" Minho asks eventhough he knows the answer. You moan his name and he speeds up, cock now hitting your gummy insides in a pace that makes you see white.

The moment Chan comes up and kisses your lips, you're gone, walls spasming around Minho's dick, creaming his cock so well that he's emptying his balls into you at the same time.

"What a good girl. Good girl. Baby, you feel so good. So good," Minho mumbles, still moving his hips to prolong your orgasms.

Just as you're about to say thank you, Minho's pulling out so fast and your sensitive hole is now filled with Chan's cock.

"Just a little more, hmm? Let Chan hyung have his turn to cum in you. You want his cum, right?" Minho coos softly, holding your hand as Chan tries to be as gentle as he can. It's hard to stay calm when he's fucking your sopping cunt filled with your and Minho's mixed cum. The lewd noises are definitely something he wouldn't mind hearing everyday.

You're incoherent now. Brain going mush and hands just frantically holding onto Chan's strong arms. His cock is hitting your spot every single time and although you just came, you feel like you're cumming again.

"Can- can I? Ag-again? Cummin' again-" is all you could say before Chan has his thumb rubbing fast circles on your clit, making you cum once again, tightening around his cock and it makes Chan shoot his load into your squelching hole.

Chan lets out a low growl when your cunt just wouldn't stop squeezing him, making him feel so sad that he has to pull out soon.

"Wish I could stay in you forever," he sighs, earning a chuckle from Minho.

"Both of you good there?" Minho asks.

Minho receives a reply from Chan but not from you.

You've fallen asleep as soon as Chan emptied his balls in you.

"She looks so peaceful," Chan mumbles, slowly pulling out so that they can clean you up. Both men can't help but to watch how cum gushes out - the evidence of your lovemaking session.

Your lovers kiss you softy, careful not to wake you, both of them happy because you always have the best sleep after a good lovemaking.

No matter how stressed you are, no matter how rough things get, you'll always be their good girl. And they always know how to treat their good girl right.

[06:30 am] the soft rays of the sun gently hit your face, causing you to stir as you wake up from your sleep. You smile to yourself as soon as you feel a familiar pair of arms hug your waist tighter, pulling you in until your flush against his chest.

"Good morning," you hear Chan say, his voice still laced with slumber. You chuckle, turning around to face him. "Good morning," you greet with a smile, your hand moving to cup his face, thumbing at his still-closed eyelids. Chan smiles at that, leaning further into your touch as his eyes flutter open. "Merry Christmas, my love." Chan says as he moves to place a kiss on your nose. You giggle, moving to place a kiss on his nose as well. "Merry Christmas." You greet back, threading your fingers over his hair.

Chan hums at the feeling, a satisfied grin drawn on his lips. "I have a present for you," he says, voice gentle as ever. "It's waiting for you downstairs, under the tree." He continues, his fingers smoothing through the skin of your back. You sigh at the feeling, scooting closer to your lover. "Yours is downstairs too, I hope you like it." Chan softly laughs before he gives you a mischievous grin before asking, "what do you mean? My present is right here, waiting to get unwrapped." He says as he trails his warm hand under your sleep shirt. You scoff at his cheeky remark, slapping his arm playfully.

"Chan Christopher Bang, what you do think your doing?" You say with a chuckle as he hovers on top of you. "Checking out my present, of course." He says, his fingers playing with the elastic of your shorts. "Can't you wait till later?" You say, arms coming up to wrap around his neck. You hum in satisfaction once you feel his lips against yours, molding into a slow and passionate kiss.

"I don't think I can wait any longer," he says against your lips, his voice merely a whisper. You almost shiver when you feel his fingers trace the skin under your shirt, his hand dangerously close to your breasts. You feel his smile against the skin of your neck before placing feather-like kisses, the sensation sending tingles down your spine.

"I just can't wait to see what's inside."