I Really Meant To Post This And This On New Years But Who Fucking Cares. Enjoy.

I really meant to post this and this on new years but who fucking cares. enjoy.

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“Channie, cmon on!”

Chan scrambled to grab the tweeters and the bottle as you turned down the lights and laid out the champagne flutes.

The champagne popped at 2 and you grabbed his shirt at 1 and pulled him into a kiss at ‘Happy New Year’ as the drink foamed out over his hand.

Neither of you were dressed up. He was shirtless in basketball shorts and you were in a shirt three times two big from a random city you visited.

The world outside you exploded in fireworks and cheers to the new year. You were stuck in London after a mix up with your layover while going to visit his family in Australia. The hotel room was quite what you had planned, by now his family rang in the new year about 12 hours ago.

You pulled away from him, smiling so big your cheeks would hurt. He mirrored your happiness before pouring the champagne while you blew a noise maker much louder than you meant to. He grabbed one too and blew it in your face dissolving you into a mess of giggles. Soon, you stopped paying attention to the celebration on tv at all as you kissed again between sips of champagne and dancing to the faint music of the nearest party.

Stuck anywhere with him is still heaven.

old draft i just found

Imagine you want Chan to cum inside you so bad that you try to coax him into it. Mewling ‘please’ over and over again as he reaches his peak. He gets mildly annoyed but just fucks harder to make you cum first until he pulls out to cum on your stomach. You pout but he says something about it being too gross and weird.

You get very quiet after that, not speaking a word as he cleans you up. When he gets into bed you immediately get up to go to the living room. He is disappointed since he was hoping to fall asleep next to you since he had to work early the next morning but he goes to sleep anyway.

Two nights later, he came home earlier than usual to spend time with you but you’re obviously upset. You’ve barely spoken to him or touched him since that night. He’s barely even made eye contact with you. Felix notices the tension but doesn’t say anything until he sees you walk right past Chan out of the kitchen when he was clearly going to say something to you. He finally asks “Is everything ok? She’s been like this for a few days.”

Chan, now annoyed though slightly embarrassed, speaks through pink cheeks. “She is just upset she didn’t get what she wanted.”

“What did she want?”

Chan stumbles and stutters for a moment before just saying something vague about a “bedroom fantasy”. “I just don’t think I should sacrifice what I want just so she’s not a brat. I don’t want to feel gross when I’m sharing a moment with her.”

Felix’s brows furrow knowing you wouldn’t be that upset over something so selfish but he isn’t sure what it even is nor is he sure if it’s his place. Before he can say anything you speak up from the doorway.

“Fuck you, Chris.” Both men look towards where you were standing with angry tears. “I’m not being a brat and I’m not trying to make you uncomfortable.”

“Then why have you been acting like this?”

“Because” you paused and Felix noticed you were hugging yourself. “Because you keep calling me gross and weird”

Felix was alarmed at the sight of your tears and rushed you comfort you. You fully buried yourself in his arms.

“I didn’t call you gross, just what you were asking.” Chan tried in vain to argue.

“Do you think having your cum on my stomach is better??” You fired back. “Or my mouth or my ass?”

Felix was frozen, veeeery sure he should not be hearing this.

Meanwhile Chan was lost for words.

“Sex is fucking gross in general but I’m not trying to make you do something your uncomfortable with. I just don’t want to be called weird or gross.” He could barely hear the last part because you buried your face in Felix’s chest as you began to cry harder. “I thought I could share things with you but you made me feel bad about myself instead”

Chan felt worse than bad. He hadn’t thought about that, any of it. Sex isn’t the most sanitary thing. Personally he’d never had cum on him the way you had so he couldn’t even argue how gross it might’ve felt relative to cumming inside you. Most importantly, he hasn’t meant to insult you. He would never try to hurt your feelings especially in a vulnerable moment.

“______ I’m so sorry!! I hadn’t thought about it like that.” He apologized profusely. Felix tapped you gently, pointing to Chan whose arms were now open to give every bit of comfort he could. You accepted, albeit hesitant, though once you were there you squeezed him tight as you cried. He squeezed back, tears of his own falling as he continued to apologize. After a few minutes, he picked you up, yours arms still tight around him, taking you back to his room.

Felix stood there for a moment. “I feel like I shouldn’t have heard any of that.”

In the end, Chan’s innocent comfort turns to apologetic lust and he ends up granting your request. From the moment he feels himself release into your waiting walls he learns something- he loves it.

He gets hooked instantly from that moment. You smiled contently not knowing you’ve awakened the beast- Chan’s breeding kink.

I didn’t proofread or format 🤷🏽‍♀️ I just wrote some shit out so I might delete

{𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴} .00

Investing in a california king bed was the smartest thing you've ever done.

A plethora of blankets. A mountain of pillows. Two boyfriends.

Bliss.

#3 ♡♡♡

Chan is stood behind you with his arms wrapped around you comfortably as you both sway lazily.

To anyone else, it looks like you’re both dancing or just enjoying each other's company.

“Haha I know~”

But instead, the little thing grasped in his closed fist is really the star

“You’re trembling” he whispers with a smile

“Y-y-”

He presses the device again and your legs almost give out.

He’s been whispering dirty words into your ear as the vibrator in your panties slowly drives you insane. The way he presses himself against your ass doesn't help much either, further driving you up the wall. You keep your head hung to hide the tense expression as you bite your lip as hard as possible to keep it together.

Every now and then you can feel him chuckle even offering fake sympathy or cooing at you. It’s all too much in the best possible way. Your brain starts to drown out anything other than his voice, it coming crystal clear close to the shell of your ear. The asmr like feeling contributing to another shiver as you keep lightly trembling in his firm hold.

to add to this, in my mind the panty vibrator isn't super powerful nor super effective at staying where it needed to but it was chan himself that exacerbated everything. no matter what, that man pressed against you would get a reaction ♡ Bang Chan masterpost ♡

oh no, have you made yourself cry over your silly little writing? have your silly little characters upset you because of the plot YOU made?

Spam incoming reblogging tons of my Chan drabbles. I’ll try to get out some of the frenzied Chan writings from the other day but I was called into work this week and couldn’t continue editing the horny frenzied autocorrected bullshit I wrote

♡ Bang Chan masterpost ♡