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So Perfect
THIS IS SMUT. MINORS DNI.
This was pretty much just for funsies... been thinking about skz and mirrors recently đź‘€
Summary: Mirror sex with Chan, that's it
Pairing: Bang Chan x fem!reader
Includes: desperate reader, degradation, "slut", "fuckdoll", mirror sex, unprotected vaginal sex (please use condoms and pee after sex!!), "sir", fingering, praise, praise and degradation TOGETHER
Word count: 1.0k
Taglist (Comment on a post/send an ask if you'd like to be added): @weirdowithaphone, @caught-in-the-afterglow, @palindrome969, @skzstan12345, @katsukis1wife, @tsunderelino, @hyunjinsjeans
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Your dress is already pushed up around your waist when Chan pushes you against the bathroom wall; the wall which happens to have the floor to ceiling mirror. He flips you around so you’re facing your reflection.
“You want me, baby?” He croons, and you watch him in the mirror as he kisses down your neck.
“Yes, Chan, God, I want you.”
“I should make you work for it.” He mutters, nipping at the skin. “With how you behaved tonight, you don’t deserve to get fucked. But, lucky for you, I’ve been horny all night, and now I wanna use that tight little hole.”
You moan, and he looks up, his eyes boring into yours in the glass. “Would you like that, doll?”The pet name drips with condescension.
“Yes, please, Chan, please, use me.” You whisper.
He chuckles. “Look at my sweet little fucktoy, begging to be used.”
You push your hips back, grinding against his cock, which is hard against your ass. “Please.”
“Alright, baby.” He presses a kiss to your neck. “I love you, so much. If you want to stop, or slow down, or you want me to be nice, say the word.”
“Yes, sir.” You whine. “I want you to be mean.”
“Sir… you’re pulling out the honorifics.” His voice takes on a teasing lilt. “You must really want me.”
“Yes, sir.” You make your voice as innocent as possible. “Yes, sir, I need you.”
He pulls your underwear to the side, and you hiss in a breath between your teeth. “Such a slut.” He whispers the last word as he slides a finger inside you. You whimper as he begins to fuck you.
“Do you like that, doll? Does that feel good?”
“Yes, sir.” You brace yourself against the glass, letting your eyes flutter shut at the sensations.
“Look at yourself.” Chan instructs, and before you can even move to follow his command, he wraps his other hand around your throat and forces your head up. You meet your eyes in the mirror. You look cock drunk already, your eyes half-closed and mouth half-open. “Yeah, that’s a good fucktoy.”
Your eyes dart to his reflection. He’s staring at you, and as you watch, he winks.
“Want your cock.” You manage to get out, but you start speaking just as he finds that perfect spot inside you, and it steals your breath.
He hums. “So greedy. You’ll get it soon, baby. I’ve gotta prep you first, though.”
You make a small noise as he adds another finger and continues to thrust into you.
“Yeah, baby, just keep makin’ sounds like that for me. God, you’re gonna feel so fuckin’ good.” He continues to finger you for a few minutes before removing his fingers and making eye contact with your reflection. He pushes them into your mouth, making you taste yourself. You whine as he begins to fuck your face with them, harder and faster until you can barely think about anything but his cock moving like that inside you.
“Chan, please fuck me.” You beg as soon as he takes his fingers out of your mouth.
He jerks his head towards the bathroom door. “Get on the bed, baby.”
You nod, and you can’t get to the bed fast enough. Chan follows, and he pushes you back against the pillows as he kisses you. You moan into him, and his fingers curl into your skin hard enough that you think there might be bruises in the morning, but you don’t care, because Chan.
You buck your hips into his, needing him to just fuck you already, but Chan forces them into the bed with one hand, and you feel his mouth twisting into a smile. “Patience, doll.” He continues to kiss you, holding you to the bed, gently grinding his cock against you. You feel like you’re going to snap if he doesn’t do something soon. If he’s not inside you soon.
Luckily, Chan doesn’t make you wait much longer. He presses one last, long kiss to your lips, then pulls back.
“You know how to be patient! Now that deserves a reward, don’t you think?” His hand finally releases your hips and moves up to circle your nipple. You whine.
“Please, Chan.”
“Aww.” He simpers. “Please, please, please. You’d beg for my cock all night if I wanted you to, right?”
“Yes, Chan, sir, yes. Please just fuck me already.” Your words begin as a whine and end as a whisper. You’re such a mess under him you can barely think straight.
“Alright, doll.” Chan lines himself up with your hole and pushes forward, filling you up with one long thrust.
You gasp, the pleasure overwhelming but so welcome.
Chan seems to agree. “Fuck.” He groans as you wrap around him, squeezing him like a vise.
He slowly begins to rock back and forth inside you, his steady strokes pushing the air out of your lungs. You whimper, and he takes that as a signal to go faster, fucking you until your fingers are scrabbling to claw at the sheets and give you some kind of anchor as he fucks you into a perfect storm.
And he keeps talking.
“Fuck, doll, you’re so good around me, such a perfect little slut for me, aren’t you?” He doesn’t wait for a response. “You are.” His hands are everywhere, mapping out your body and adding another layer of sensation to the sex. “You’re my perfect little fuckdoll, my perfect baby, my beautiful girl…”
He loves to talk to you while he’s fucking you, telling you how beautiful and how his you are. But you can always tell he’s close to cumming when the compliments slow, and he’s rutting into you with the desperation of an animal, and you’re both making high, desperate noises. Chan grabs your hair and pushes into you one more time, and he cums, and you’re warm, and full, and Chan is everywhere and everything and oh God you’re cumming too…
You come down from your high to Chan gently holding you, stroking your hair. He’s talking again.
“Good job, you did so good for me, baby. So beautiful for me, so gorgeous, so sweet and perfect…” He presses a kiss to your forehead. “So perfect.”
don’t fear the big words.
say them to me and say them often: “always.” “forever.” “i love you.” “i promise.”
don’t hold back when you speak to me. even if in the future it isn’t exactly as you say, that’s okay—i know, things change. but i’ll know—in that moment, when you spoke those words, when they rolled off the tip of your tongue so easily, yet with so much weight and power—i’ll know, with full, wholehearted certainty:
you meant it. with every single space and inch of your heart.
I love your acc so much, u bring me sm happiness with amazing and clever and observed HCs. you're so talented. If you have no fans we are dead. I hope your doing well. We love you, operationandre.
anon i’m giving you the biggest hug right now and never letting go
i love you! i’m thrilled that my posts and hcs make you happy!! that’s the best thing in the entire world to hear!
unfortunately a lot of the corny self help advice turns out to be true but the thing is you have to come to those conclusions yourself otherwise it just sounds dismissive and dumb