Picturing Chan And Y/n Just Finished A Round And Him Sitting On The Bed, Her Coming Behind Him And Running

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picturing Chan and y/n just finished a round and him sitting on the bed, her coming behind him and running her hands through his arms and chest asking for another round, Chan going “guess I didn’t fuck you good enough, uh?” 😫😫😫😫😫😫😫

in which you beg chris for a round two

╰┈➤ bang chan x f. reader

╰┈➤ tags/warnings: fuck buddy!chris, idol!chris, dom!chris, unprotected sex, headlock position, spanking/slapping, name calling (slut, bitch), degradation, squirting

╰┈➤ word count: 1.2k

.·:¨¨ ≈☆≈ ¨¨:·.

“you’re a fucking animal, christopher.”

the drop-dead gorgeous man, who happens to be your fuck buddy, laughs as he presses kisses all over your face.

“because you make me be one, sweetheart.”

chris stands up from his bed, leaving you to cover your upper body up in his sheets as he proceeds to the bathroom. all the while he was away, you take a deep breath. you can’t help but bite your lip and smirk as you look up to the ceiling, sighing in pleasure from such great sex. you thank the heavens for meeting chris because no other man can ever pleasure you as he does. it was as if he was the only one who knew all your secrets and kinks deep down without having you tell him. he just knew how your body works, as if a mechanic troubleshooting the sexual frustrations out of you.

chris comes back with a towel around his hips and phone in hand. you keep your eyes on him as he sits next to you on the edge of the bed, his broad and muscular back facing you.

“you have to be somewhere, chris?”

he hums, fast fingers messaging some people, “in a little while. need to go back to the studio later this evening.”

his ears perk up when he faintly hears you huff. he looks up and stares at the wall in front of him for a second with a grin. chuckling, he turns his head to the side and looks at you, “you don’t want me to go, huh?”

you giggle, poking your tongue against your cheek. you wanted to let out a whimper just from his hot, intense stare. some of his curls were faintly covering the top of his eyes, dimples showing. how can this man look cute yet hot at the same time?

“no, not really,” you whisper, your eyes wandering down to his shoulders, back, and biceps, which looked like they were constantly flexing. unknowingly, you lick your lips as you feel your core tighten around nothing. “need you again…”

“well, too bad, baby girl,” chris mutters, his hand coming up to caress your cheek before landing a sharp slap unexpectedly. your eyes widen from the sudden impact before a whine leaves your lips. “too bad our time’s up.”

after that, he focuses his attention back on his phone and types away again with a smirk.

but that didn’t sit right with you. that slap to your cheek ignites that oh-so-sweet, hot feeling down there. you push the blanket off your chest and kneel behind him. chris can hear the shuffling of sheets and is about to scold you, but you surprise him by wrapping your arms around his neck.

“please,” you whisper directly in his right ear, earning a shudder from him. “i want to feel you again, chris. i can’t get enough of you, baby. c’mon,” you let your warm hands wander his broad shoulders, before letting them go down to his chest. chris bites his plump lower lips from the feeling of your tiny hands on his chest, evidently groping his muscles. you knew that he was sensitive there, and it didn’t help that he just worked out earlier this morning.

“y-you needy little thing, ugh,” chris groans, grabbing your wrist in one of his hands to stop you, “haven’t i fucked you good enough, huh?”

you whine at that, shaking your head even though he can’t see you.

“come here, slut. over my knee, that’s right.” chris manhandles you across his lap. he doesn’t wait any further to spank your bare ass until you become a whining, withering mess beneath him. you can feel his cock growing hard against the confines of the towel, and the thought of having his big cock sheathed inside you made your pussy wetter.

“greedy, greedy slut,” he mumbles, slapping your ass with each word he utters. “can’t fucking get enough of dick.”

using his other hand, he grabs your hair roughly so that your head tilts up to meet his gaze. he raises his eyebrows at you, instantly making you feel submissive as you do, “are you proud, huh? proud that you can get me so easily, doll?”

you can’t stop yourself from squirming, a smile creeping up your lips as you feel satisfied with his reaction. “you know you like it too,” you reply cheekily.

chris clicks his tongue and roughly tugs your hair to force you up to the bed again. you slightly wince from the stinging pain in your scalp, but all that flies over your head when chris instructs you to lay flat on your stomach.

not wanting to take this chance for granted, you quickly obey. chris then throws the towel down to the floor, and his cock stands up proudly, long and hard. he straddles the back of your thighs while you feel his large hands squeezing your bruised hips.

“channie, please,” you wiggle your ass, hoping he’d get the memo, “fuck me more.”

“yeah?” he slaps your ass cheeks again, making you cry on the pillows, “my cock-hungry little brat wants more, mhm? look at you wiggling this perfect ass, fuck. admit that you’re addicted to my cock, and i’ll make you cum again.”

“c-chris, i’m addi—“ he doesn’t even let you finish before he’s talking dirty to you again, “admit that you want to be filled with cum every fucking day. yeah?” he aligns the tip of his dick against your dripping entrance. chris continues to babble, “this pussy’s so greedy, holy shit, look at it soaked and ready to be filled. want me to put my cock deep inside you?”

“yes! yes, yes, yes, chris! fuck… j-just fuck me!”

chris’ eyes roll to the back of his head as he feels your tight walls wrap around his girth for the second time today. you let out a long, loud whimper, making his cock throb which urges him to pound into you hard and fast.

“bad fucking bitch,” he grunts, “always wanting idols’ dick.”

“o-only yours,” you moan, hands gripping the sheets as his balls slap against your cunt. “i only want — shiiit — your dick, chris!”

he laughs menacingly at your desperation, “‘course you do,” he smirks before his left arm wraps under your neck, putting you in a slight headlock. “bitches like you aren’t satisfied with just one round, yeah?” you immediately feel your pussy gush so much wetness just from the position he had you in, your mind blank, and your neck constricting against his muscular biceps.

“mm, you like that?” his unoccupied hand sneaks beneath your body to rub your sensitive clit in fast circles, causing your entire system to quiver uncontrollably beneath his heavy body. “can’t breathe properly, hm? yeah, be my little fuckdoll, baby. you don’t need to breathe or think when i’m fucking the living shit out of you.”

you were on the brink of cumming, so close to falling apart. as you are about to warn chris of your orgasm, he brings up the hand that was once on your clit and forces his wet fingers inside your mouth. you practically squeal from how hot it is, letting you taste yourself off of his slender digits. he pushes his fingers more profoundly, and the moment your throat closes around his fingers, gagging, you squirt all over his bare cock.

“ohh my god,” chris groans loudly as your muffled screams also push him to climax. you soak not only his dick but his thighs, and the sheets beneath you have a pool of your juices. “gonna fill you up, doll,” he growls against your ear, his thrusts getting sloppy, “fill you up to the brim ‘till your pussy can’t take no more of my cum.”

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[m.list | ko-fi]

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Bang Chan ✧ 눈 코 입 

SAY THIS SHIT LOUDER !!!

One of my favourite aspects in the season 2 of Heartstopper is how unapologetically intolerant everyone is towards homophobia. Like.

Harry showing up at Tara's birthday party and Charlie shutting the door in his face despite that apology.

Nick freely calling out his brother's biphobic behavior. Tori literally sinking her nails in David's arm when he was mocking Charlie and Nick and planning to out them.

It's so refreshing. There's no moment where someone asks Charlie or Nick to be the "bigger people" and forgive anyone who undermined, mocked, dismissed, and harassed them for their identity.

Because that shit shouldn't be tolerated ever and it's not acceptable. Queer people aren't here to be your redemption arc.

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Freak Show Talk | 3racha, lmh

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「Contents List」 「Act 1」  「© Dec 2023 by jl-micasea-fics」

Changbin’s pin leads you downtown, to a storied building by dusk.

It’s stuffed in amongst a street of others just like it, vibrant signs for cram schools and cafés and offices for let splashing colour on the dull concrete. You text Changbin as to your arrival, and several minutes later, he emerges from the main entrance, a snapback pulled low over his eyes. His smile is irreverent; on approach he looks as though to embrace you, yet thinks twice on account of the publicity.

“It’s good to see you,” he says, hands tucked in his pockets. “Come in?”

Your heart races. “Sure.”

He leads the way inside and up several flights of stairs, the view of broad shoulders and slim middle and peachy ass so prime you feel like you should be paying for it. Fuck, he’s so edible.

At the third floor, he takes you through a heavy metal door. With no expectations, the studio setup you walk into a pleasant surprise; it’s small but well presented. Soundproof foam lines the walls, glossy hardwood floors are chic. Sound mixing equipment is arranged around a recording booth, a standing microphone with a pop filter takes centre stage. A leather corner sofa is draped with a black hoodie—Changbin’s, you assume—and the man watches as you take it all in.

“Wow.”

You wonder if 3racha record here. Maybe there’ll be traces of them somewhere—

“This isn’t where we record, just so you know,” Changbin says.

Oh.

He laughs softly. “Nah, we go to the label for that. This place is mine. Like, my personal studio.”

“You own it?”

“It was a rental at first, but when we made it big I took it off the owner’s hands. Pretty cool, right?”

“It’s awesome, Bin.”

Your gazes meet across the small space; a blush colours his cheeks. Your mouth waters with urge to bite them.

“You want to sit?” he asks, gestures to the small sofa.

You nod and do so, the leather cool on your skin. Changbin takes the desk chair and wheels his way over, adequate space maintained, much to your disdain. Silence settles, as does the awkward, and that’s valid, you suppose. You’ve not seen each other since Hoe Records, and that was; well. He came on your back. So—

“You look good.”

You scoff a laugh. You were doing chores before you left the apartment, and did so in a rush. God knows how sweaty and unkempt you appear. “Liar.”

“Hey. I don’t lie. You always look good.”

“Always?”

He grins. “I mean; maybe I'm a little gutted you didn’t turn up in uniform this time.”

Just like that, it all comes back. The little black box creaks open and it’s a sensory tide of his hands on you. His mouth on you. Ghosts of memories that shorten your breath and prick at your skin.

“I’m sorry for going quiet,” he says. “Especially after...”

“You don’t need to apologise.”

“No, it’s not cool. I don’t want you to think I'm like that. I wanted to see you again. Wanted to see you every day, actually. I just... couldn’t.”

You wait for the elaboration. His leg bounces uncharacteristically.

“Things got heated with Chan.” He bites his lip. “I had to let it cool off.”

I know.

“I told him about us.”.

I know.

“He got pretty upset.”

“I’m sorry.”

Changbin shrugs. “Don’t be. I’m not. We did nothing wrong.”

Oh?

“So... Chan really gave you explicit permission to have sex with other people?” you ask.

He frowns. “Of course.”

Not to discredit him, but you want to ask if he’s sure, if Chan truly understood what he agreed to, if anything could have been misconstrued.

“You think I’d have fucked you behind my boyfriends’ back?” he asks incredulously.

“What? No, I just—”

“That’s cheating. You think I cheated?”

“I just don’t understand how Chan could be so upset about something he agreed to. I mean; he would have known it was coming. He would have been prepared. At least in part. I’ve been thinking about it, and the way he’s acting, it’s like… Did he feel ambushed by it all? Did he say yes to you but mean no? I don’t get it.”

Changbin’s gaze falls, his jaw ticks.

“It just doesn’t make any sense,” you add with a sigh.

“It’s you.”

“What?”

He leans forward, elbows on knees. He speaks softly, but his words lance your chest one by one, each drawing blood. Each fucking painful.

“It’s not that he doesn’t want to us to have sex with other people. It’s that he doesn’t want us to have sex with you.”

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