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「𝚞𝚗𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕」 · scene ii

❝𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗’𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝.❞

WC: 5.6k (24 min. avg. reading time)

⚠ — Depiction of a porn video (orgasm denial, dacryphilia, throat fucking), livestreaming sex, sexual tension (see masterlist for more).

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The first rule of a successful scenario: It turns you on? Then it will most likely turn on other people. Well, at least like-minded ones. 

If Chris had pre-shoot rituals, so did you while writing. It had to be during nighttime. It had to be in an immersive atmosphere with some sultry R&B slow jams in the background. It had to be with a decent glass of wine and a dildo within arm’s reach just in case.

There you were about to write again, but the usual faceless protagonist of your fantasies was nowhere to be found. A very unwelcome player change had occurred in that department.

Ever since you walked in on him in his waiting room, you just couldn’t stop picturing Chris, and it was nothing but a nuisance. Every time you closed your eyes, he was just there. An uninvited guest behind your eyelids tormenting you with the lascivious image of his ridiculously gorgeous figure, delicious moans induced by gratification filling your ears, forcing you to wonder what he would taste like in your mouth. 

What?

It was a bit different from what he did on camera, though. He seemed utterly entranced then, completely lost in the realm of pleasure without any idea he was being watched. Sure, you only caught a glimpse of it for the briefest moment, but that moment dragged on to become minutes in your mind. It most certainly wasn’t a performance he was putting on.

You should have asked him what he was touching himself to.

While you were getting carried away in your thoughts, you were suddenly hit with an epiphany. You literally had Chris at your disposal to act out your fantasies, and maybe you could abuse that to your advantage a little bit. You were the producer, weren’t you? You could cast whoever the fuck you goddamn wanted, and it wasn’t like Jisung would say no to your picks.

You took a huge gulp from your sauvignon blanc and started typing.

𝚄𝚗𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝙾𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚎. 𝙸𝚗 𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚌 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖, 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚛, 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚌𝚢. 𝙷𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚎, 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚏𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚋𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚙 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.

The paragraphs following the synopsis continued with borderline wholesome stuff. How one innocent touch obliterated him, how he felt the urgent need to relieve himself at that very moment due to how heavily he was simping, fantasizing about kissing her, swooning over the trail of fragrance she left behind in her wind…

But once you got to depicting the final sex scene, it started to descend into insanity.

The pair losing themselves in sheer passion, worshipping to the point of trance, bite marks and scratches on the back as lasting tangible proofs of desire and ownership, tugs at hair, tugs at lips, heavy breathing, moaning, hissing in delight, commanding, rewarding, punishing, edging and edging and edging and edging just to overstimulate until the brink of blacking out.

Admit it.

“Wake me up like that, too,” you whispered out loud while fucking yourself hard in your chair with your eyes shut tight, “Please me. Make me squirt on your face.”

Admit it.

The images behind your eyelids were just so damn lucid. There he was, slowly coming closer to your bed in the middle of the night with an almost mocking smile on his stupidly beautiful features. He knew it was a matter of time before he nuked your entire existence between your legs. He knew you were going to go insane the more he prolonged his sweet torture. He was getting the sickest pleasure out of tantalizing you.

Admit it.

“God, I can’t fucking stand how much I want you!”

You spit on your fingers and started rubbing yourself fervently to accompany the intense sensation of fullness you felt inside, and the second you imagined it was Chris’ lips around your clit sucking on you, you came so hard that your brain went numb for a second there. You felt a headache coming on shortly after.

When your wits clicked back, however, the warmth of the afterglow replaced itself with a confounding dilemma.

The things you had fantasized about just now… Was that a byproduct of being exposed to so much hardcore stuff at work, or had you always been like this?

Or was that all exclusively because of Chris?

Sometimes it was a funny coincidence when things that only lived in your imagination turned out to be facts. You could pretend you somehow manifested them into reality, but when the said reality also meant someone’s frustration…

It could be as pleasurable as stumbling upon a free porn channel that only broadcast your sickest fantasies.

It was so obvious you were feeling some type of way every time you saw Chris, usually getting angry, but also flustered at times no matter how much you tried to veil it. What you didn’t know, however, was how amusing he found it. He would go as far as calling it cute. His number one pastime activity had become relentlessly teasing you for his personal entertainment, be it purposefully getting on your nerves with his insufferable insolence or randomly saying something so fucking brazen that you would feel the need to remove yourself from the premises in order not to combust.

But the best part was when you were present to monitor the scenes he was shooting.

At first, he thought it was just a coincidence that you left the set right in the middle of a scene, and he was actually annoyed that you were gone. Why would you leave? What could you be possibly doing that was so important? Did you not enjoy god-tier porn by any chance? Very much free for that matter? Did you even know how much he charged his subscribers? 

Then he started observing to get to the bottom of things.

It happened once. Then twice. Then thrice. He eventually noticed the pattern. 

It was always during the oral scenes that you were leaving. He would drag on the prelude on purpose to catch an accidental glimpse of you just to find you clearly hot and bothered, to the point of sweating sometimes. Mere seconds after a cunnilingus scene started, he always heard the door closing in the distance, and when the scene ended you wouldn’t be there.

Interesting. Very interesting indeed.

This was all Chris could think about in the shower of the company gym. You were allegedly so irked by him, but was it at all possible that you were confusing your feelings with something else? Maybe you just didn’t want to admit how you really felt about him.

You’re so damn sassy, but I so wanna know how you feel inside.

Maybe you had a thing for oral specifically. Did you want him to do that to you? Because he would have no problem with it, and it would be the best you ever had. He would give you the most back-arching toe-curling orgasm of your life, and you would keep coming back for more. He would feign refusal at first just to tease you. What would you give him in return? Were you willing to beg, for example? Were you able to follow instructions well? Could you cum on cue? 

Alright, fine, but just this once, okay? 

That was a blatant lie, of course. You were going to ask him again, beat around the bush as long as you possibly could, but once you properly snapped and cast all your embarrassment aside, he would eventually give you what you wanted. Deep down you also knew he would give it to you, and give it to you good.

Weren’t you the one writing the instructions for how he should fuck people on camera? Didn’t that technically mean he was already working to please you? Was that really far-fetched to assume these were the things you liked in bed? 

That was why you insisted on including elaborate oral scenes every single time, wasn’t it?

I want to know what you sound like when you cum. You don’t strike me as a pillow princess at all.

He palmed himself in a firmer grip under the warm water trickling down his body, imagining this was how tight you would feel around him. Were you hiding some sick cravings under your oversized hoodies? Were you the type to get sensationally nasty when provoked by the right person? He could provoke you back just fine because the things you were making him thirst after were unspeakable.

Just ask. Why aren’t you asking? Ask me to stay behind. Spread your legs on my makeup table and ask me to bury my face into your cunt. Why don’t you want me? Why aren’t you asking?!!

Why did you keep leaving? What were you doing when you were gone? You were imagining him, weren’t you? You wanted him to eat your pussy. You wanted him to finger you until your eyes rolled back. You wanted him to make you cum like that.

“Oh, fucking…”

He could actually feel the pressure of his cum squirting out of him. The strings of white fluid completely wasted by not being in your mouth dissolved under the shower water instead, and Chris imagined he was shooting his entire load inside you the entire time. He just knew you sounded insanely erotic when you moaned. When you begged. When you asked for seconds right away without even giving him a minute to properly recuperate.

I would obsess over feeding your insatiability so bad, you would be the death of me.

When he finally came to his senses and got out of the shower, he realized that he was thirty fucking minutes late to his meeting with you.

“Sorry!” he barged into your office in a hurry without giving you a chance to snap, “Sparring session ran late.”

“SPARRI— The fuck, you box?” you immediately toned yourself down and looked at him in confusion, “Didn’t take you for a violent guy, really.”

“You clearly haven’t seen my discipline content,” he winked at you while settling on the armchair in front of your desk, “You should come down to the gym downstairs more often.”

“No thanks, I’m doing just fine with my couch potato lifestyle.”

“Who’s telling you to work out?” he continued shamelessly while spreading his legs a bit too wide apart, “I meant to come watch me. I’m there on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. 10 AM.”

You could feel the burn in your cheeks getting a bit intense. You cleared your throat and started rummaging through your desk drawer for a script that you knew wasn’t there.

“Stop it with the flirting, Bang.”

“But I’m not.”

“Good.”

“Or am I?”

He knew he was a total motherfucking flirt. While he kept giggling, you took a deep breath to calm the urge to slap the smugness off his face and put a folder in front of him.

“If you’re done with your ego jerk off, let’s discuss your next project.”

“Oh, I’m never done with jerking off, but please continue.”

After Chris left your office, leaving a trail of his oudy cologne behind for that matter, the only thing you could think about for the rest of your Wednesday was his workout schedule. Why did he tell you to come watch him exactly? There had to be an ulterior motive, right? Nothing this guy ever said was for the fuck of it. 

Your Thursday was consumed with the very same questioning. Why did he keep doing that? Why did he keep throwing a match on a tank of gasoline and walked away while whistling cheery tunes?

Just what the fuck did he want from you?!

You totally let your curiosity get the best of you, and on Friday at 10:05 AM, you were hiding in some secluded corner of the gym to spot Chris somewhere. When he finally appeared, it was around 10:15 AM.

“Late everywhere I see,” you scoffed to yourself.

He greeted his personal trainer with a handshake and a hug, and after listening to his instructions, he started his routine with some warm up. By the time he got to doing pushups, he was so sweltered that he quickly got rid of his black t-shirt and threw it to the side, completely exposing the sheen of sweat covering his spectacular physique.

You throbbed between your legs.

You had seen this guy completely naked before, then what the fuck was up with this?

When he started with his jabs and crosses and hooks, loudly grunting while punching the shit out of that sandbag, it stirred something in you. You had never seen him angry before. He wasn’t physically mad per se, but he still carried all the telltale signs of it. Furrowed brows, clenched jaw, muscles tensed, nostrils flared, and unfortunately for you, you were feeling some of your repressed urges growing stronger inside you.

“One, two, jab. One, two, cross. One, two, hook. That’s my man, you’re on fucking fire today!”

The change in his expression was almost imperceptible because it was so subtle, but you saw it. The faintest of smiles through his panting. He liked hearing the compliment. Listening to all the instructions his trainer bombarded him with and Chris following everything to perfection reminded you of something he casually squeezed in his words in the passing.

Discipline, huh?

You snuck out through the emergency exit and dashed back to your office, logging into Chris’ page on your phone as you were running. You slammed your door close and threw yourself on your couch to frantically search for the video he was talking about.

“Filter by category. BDSM. Yes.”

He only had one video with this label titled Imperatives: The Art of Subtle Dominance. When you pressed play, you noticed the vibe of the video was quite different than his usual content. The lighting was dramatic and the resolution was so crisp, indicating this was shot with a professional-grade camera. With multiple takes for that matter because there were even angle changes along the way.

The camera showed someone walking into a bedroom with a high ceiling and marble floors, and the slow steps were echoing in the room. The little details were captured with macro shots. The Rolex around a wrist, the Givenchy belt and the matching cufflinks on a black shirt that peeked under a blazer, the thick silver chain around the neck… The man in the stunning jet black suit stood tall in front of a mahogany table, put three cubes of ice inside a tasteful whiskey glass, and soaked them with the amber liquid pouring out of a Macallan bottle like a gentle waterfall. It was only when he brought the glass to his lips that the frame showed this gorgeous beast was indeed Chris. He was looking out the window into the night with pensive eyes.

A knock was heard on a thick wooden door and he answered without turning around.

“Come in.”

A woman entered the room, and she was only in the frame from the shoulder down. Her equally slow steps reverberated throughout the walls in a higher pitch courtesy of the heels she was wearing. Chris sat down on a black leather armchair with his legs spread wide, head tilted to the side, and two fingers of his idle hand pressed on his temple. He watched the woman walk to the middle of the room and stop, then took a deep breath as he eyed her from head to toe.

“Approach.”

The woman started walking again. Her final destination was right in front of him this time. Chris looked up at her, tilted his head to the other side, then pointed at his lap with his eyes.

“Sit.”

She climbed on the armchair, bent her knees on either side, and properly straddled him. Chris took another sip from his amber drink and fixated his gaze on her chest.

“Strip.”

She slowly unbuttoned the white shirt she was wearing on top of her pencil skirt. Her long, dark purple nails on her delicate fingers came into the frame. She discarded her shirt to the side, exposing her upper torso to him fully. Chris brushed the skin right between her breasts with two of his fingers.

“Kiss.”

The camera panned down to an angle that only showed them kissing. Just their lips and tongues gliding on each other. When Chris stopped kissing her, her nipples had become rock hard. He chugged his remaining drink first. Then he grabbed one of the ice cubes in his glass, dragged it on her pebbled skin, and finally shoved it in her mouth to give her something to suck on while he was making out with her dripping nipples. A little too obscenely with wet smacks of his lips. He suddenly got up while wrapping her legs around his waist and laid her down on the edge of the bed. 

The strength this guy possessed was just… insane.

“Remove.”

She pulled her skirt up to her waist and took off her black lace lingerie. Chris kneeled in front of her and started ghosting his hands around her thighs. He suddenly grabbed her wrist when she tried to touch herself.

“Don’t.”

He slowly released his grip and channeled his attention to his target again. He softly kissed her legs. Her thighs. Her crotch. He gradually worked his way to her glistening pussy.

“Spread.”

She pressed her fingers on her pussy to spread her lips. The camera panned to a closeup again. Her folds were so glossy and she was visibly throbbing. The first time her voice was heard was when Chris started licking her. He was not pleased with it at all, so he raised his voice to get his point across.

“Quiet.”

The slow kitten licks on her turned into dragged out stripes of his tongue from her entrance up to her clit. Her muffled whimpers started quickening, alerting him that she was about to cum.

“Hold.”

He stopped his ministrations until she calmed down a bit, but when he started again, he wasn’t eating her out anymore. He was dining on her, closing his entire mouth on her pussy with his eyes shut, slurping and licking and lapping at her as fast as he could as she tried to move away from him.

“Stop.”

He sucked on his middle and ring fingers and pushed them into her oozing hole, his mouth still at work on her cunt. Quiet sobs were heard in the background. She had started crying for how overwhelmed she was, and Chris was beyond content watching those tears fall down.

“Beg.”

She wasn’t talking. She was probably not allowed to talk. Her sobs got louder instead and she was trying to pull herself back to resist cumming. Please. Too much. Just… Please, let me!!!

Chris looked at her with an absolutely sinister smile on his face and finally showed a shred of mercy.

“Cum.”

With a moan ripping straight from her diaphragm, she arched into his mouth as if somebody shocked her and kept thrashing under him until her climax receded. Her face was never once shown, but it was a no-brainer that she was utterly fucked out.

“Get up.”

He pulled on her wrists to make her sit up. Her shirt was gone, her skirt was pooling around her waist, there was no underwear in sight, but her heels were still on. Disheveled perfected.

“Kneel.”

She sat on her knees while Chris unbuckled his belt and he finally freed his cock. It looked so flushed and hard, and the precum dripping from his slit was absolutely mouthwatering.

“Suck.”

She started blowing him but with nowhere near enough gratification. Shallow sucks, barely taking half of him in her mouth. Chris slithered his hand behind her nape and pushed her face down.

“Choke.”

He groaned when she was able to take as much of him as she could in her mouth. It apparently felt so damn good that he was getting gradually rough with her, tangling his fingers in her hair and pulling it back, and eventually started fucking her throat. His breathing was turning labored as his moans climbed louder. He threw his head back, closed his eyes, and started downright pounding her mouth.

“Moan!”

She basically screamed on her cock, and Chris came with such animalistically guttural moans that it was barely discernible whether he was in pain or drowning in ecstasy. When he was able to ride the waves of his pleasure back to the shore, he gave his very last command.

“Swallow.”

She gulped down everything in her mouth, even swiped her thumb at the corner of her mouth to collect the singular drop of cum trickling down, and licked it clean. Chris watched her with a very content smile on his face, albeit with squinted eyes, and kissed the crown of her head before he left the room.

“Good girl.”

When the video finished, you felt properly fucked out, and you wondered why Chris didn’t include this particular video in his portfolio when he applied. Based on what he insinuated, you sort of expected this video to get violent in a common BDSM fashion. It wasn’t violent in that sense, but it was violent nevertheless. Intense. Vehement. Quietly frantic. This was the rawest you had ever seen him. That complete command he had on someone, objectifying them solely to cater to his cravings, and the way they simply obeyed… They obeyed because they wanted the reward. They obeyed because they wanted the praise. They obeyed because they wanted to hear those two words fall from his lips.

Good girl.

Just hypothetically, how far would Chris be willing to go just to hear he was being good?

“DAMMIT!!!”

You stopped dead in your tracks in the hallway when you heard Chris roaring in the distance. You took a couple of steps back and knocked on the waiting room door.

“It’s me. You’re not getting in the zone, are you? Can I come in?”

“Yeah, whatever.”

He was sitting on the couch with his head in his hands, and he seemed pretty agitated for some reason. You approached him with caution as if you were approaching a caged animal.

“You okay? What’s going on?”

He sharply inhaled through his nose, indicative of how annoyed he was. He pressed his palms to his eyes and then finally looked up at you.

“I have a fucking problem.”

“What is it?”

“It’s the damn diet change my trainer put me on!” the veins on his temple popped as he yelled, “I can’t seem to sustain… I can’t…”

You were trying so hard not to show how much you were entertained by his apparent misery, but the guy seemed legitimately upset about something. You gave him an encouraging nod to continue, and he eventually spat it out while ruffling his hair in frustration.

“I can’t stay hard for some reason, okay?”

“Oh.”

If there was a moment to ridicule the fuck out of him, this was it, but you were genuinely stuck between laughing your ass off and finding a solution. His poor performance in any department was going to reflect on you and Jisung after all.

“Well, how do you usually control it?”

“I never had to control it before.” 

“So you’re perpetually horny. Gotchu.”

Your attempt to lighten the mood didn’t work at all since Chris was glaring at you with his tongue pressed inside his cheek as if you caused this problem. Then his eyes started traveling on you from head to toe, quite clearly checking you out, and his expression softened a tinge.

“Actually, there is a way I can stay hard.”

“No enhancements,” you curtly refused, “We talked about this.”

“It’s not that.”

He stood up and got closer to you, once again completely unaware of the concept of personal space.

“You can let me look at your pussy.”

“Fucking excuse you?!”

“Come on, no need to be that dramatic. I’m not gonna do anything,” he tilted his head like he was making such a tame request, “I just wanna take a look.”

The goddamn audacity of this guy? Was he not hearing what he was saying?

“Well, to your infinite misfortune, I didn’t douche, your motherfucking highness, so if you’re in dire need of visual stimulation I’ll just call—”

“I don’t want anyone else.”

He stopped you in a hurry by grabbing you by the wrist, and brought his face closer to yours. Under normal circumstances, you would slap a guy into oblivion for doing this, but when it was Chris…

When it was Chris this close to you… This close… Too close…

“Admit it. You’re leaving in the middle of scenes to touch yourself to me, don’t you?” 

You felt like you were being subjected to a pop quiz all of a sudden. You had to lie. You had to lie your ass off, but all your senses could register was his goddamn cologne, and it choked the fuck out of your reasoning.

“Get a goddamn grip, Bang.”

“You’re not denying it.”

Deny. Yes, deny. Say ‘I don’t’. Say ‘Where the fuck did that come from?’. Just say something!!!

“You’re very interesting, you know,” he released his grip and softly brushed your cheek with the back of his fingers, “And you’re actually getting wet as we speak.”

He leaned into you more, and you felt his breathing on your skin as his fingers quietly caressed your neck. Goosebumps were breaking all over your body. You felt completely disarmed, and his mere presence was so overwhelming that you were almost drunk on him.

“I turn you on, don’t I?”

If he uttered that exact sentence from across the room with that fucking smug grin of his, you would be able to retort this easily. But it was hard, so hard to break free of his spell when his tone was weirdly vulnerable, softly whispering facts into your ear, seducing you by just existing, and holding you in a complete chokehold with his feathery touches.

“Because I can smell how wet you are and it’s sexy as fuck,” he lightly pressed his forehead on your temple and stole a long whiff of your scent, “Admit it. You want me, too, don’t you?”

Too as in… As in as well? As in likewise? As in I want you in the first place?

His words alone got you dripping between your legs.

Yes. Yes, you fucking wanted him. You insanely wanted him. Happy now? You wanted to do unspeakable things to him. Heck, you would even let him film you for his personal porn archive on the condition that he would give you a copy, too. And he knew. He fucking knew you wanted him back. He knew you weren’t going to be able to say no if he asked. 

“Permission to have you feel me?”

It was as if you had no willpower anymore. You watched yourself nod. Chris slowly held your hand and pressed it on his crotch. 

He was rock hard under your touch. 

Then he placed one kiss on your ear and dragged it out for so long that you almost came to that. He softly chuckled at the way you shuddered and pulled out a bullet vibrator from his pocket.

“Tell you what, instead of faking a bathroom emergency this time, how about you put this inside while watching me for a change?” 

He held your hand again, placed the purple device in your palm, and closed it.

“I hate it when you keep leaving at the best part,” he kissed your nose and left, leaving you to seethe in the whirlwind of your emotions.

I need to fuck this guy without fucking him, but how?

“Wait, you actually carry a bullet vibrator on you?!” you yelled behind his back in the hallway, but he was already long gone.

You opened your and stared at the bullet for a while, trying to process what the heck just transpired in this room. Somehow your train of thought completely derailed and you were struck with an idea.

A sex toy line. Fleshlights and dildos modeled after your most popular performers.

I need to fuck this guy without fucking him.

“OH MY GOD, JI, WE’RE GONNA BE FUCKING RICH!” you dashed out and bolted towards the editing room.

At the end of that very long day, you and Jisung headed towards the lounge room to kick back over a few much-deserved drinks.

“Shit, I forgot my charger upstairs,” Jisung turned around, “You go ahead. I’ll be right down.”

You thanked all the deities you could think of when you realized the lounge room was empty. You grabbed a beer from the fridge, threw yourself on a beanbag, and started scrolling through your phone to busy yourself until Jisung arrived.

“Hey.”

Chris was standing right by the glass door leaning on his arm. For once, he didn’t look like he was about to blurt something out that would cause you to throw a hissy fit.

“Oh, hey,” you looked up at him, “Problem solved?”

“You know it,” he smiled at you mischievously, “I just wanted to say thank you. For today.”

“I… literally didn’t do anything, but you’re welcome,” you raised your bottle, “Actually, do you want t—?”

“Hey, boss!”

“Hey, Lex.”

Alexis appeared right next to Chris, and you watched her kiss him on the lips with utter bewilderment.

“Ready to go?”

“You go ahead. I’ll be out in a second.”

To say that you were stunned would be a massive understatement. You didn’t really know you felt about what you just witnessed, or how to react to it like a normal person.

“Are you– Are guys… dating?” you asked him with your brows raised.

“Not really. We’re just hanging out.”

“She just kissed you.”

“And?”

And what? What the hell kind of casual greeting was that? How would you even properly respond to that?!

“No reason. I just… Yeah, no reason.”

“Good night, sassy,” he left with a very amused smirk on his face. 

You buried yourself deeper into the beanbag with obvious confusion on your face, replaying everything that happened during the day. You were trying to spot what it was that you missed. How did it go from that electric moment in the waiting room to… to this?

“I’m BACK!” Jisung startled the life out of you with his announcement and grabbed a beer from the bridge for himself, “Do you wanna watch stuff that’s not porn for once?”

You turned on the TV and started going through the entertainment catalog in front of you with somewhat dead eyes.

“Say, do we have an HR policy that says you can’t date coworkers?” you blurted out without thinking, which caught Jisung by surprise.

“Where the fuck did that come from?”

All of a sudden you realized why the heck you were asking this, and thanks to the heavy friendzone you and Jisung had put each other in, you had your reasoning intact to lie this time.

“I uh– I don’t know,” you shrugged, “I was thinking about Anita just now, and if there’s a clause that stipulates—”

“WHERE’S THAT GODDAMN EMPLOYEE HANDBOOK?!”

Jisung immediately bolted to probably trash his office, you inadvertently cackled at his antics. You were too lazy to just get up and leave, so you decided to hang out by yourself until someone kicked you out. The combo of beanbags, beer, and TV wasn’t much different than your home setup anyway.

In the middle of the third episode of some crime show you were watching, your phone went off with a notification ping.

Channing B. is live! Scotty doesn’t know (her place) 🐺

Seeing the name on the screen so unexpectedly shook you a little. You had totally forgotten that people also livestreamed on this platform. 

You were initially going to leave it alone. You really were. You even resisted it for a good, what, half an hour? But your morbid curiosity eventually forced you to cave, and you tapped on the notification ribbon, not knowing what to expect from the vague title.

There was an endless torrent of comments flowing in the chat, occasionally telling him what to do as though he was going to turn around to read them, but mostly in the form of starstruck freakouts.

OMG IT’S ALEXIS SCOTT!!! IT’S SCOTTIEEEEEEE lexi can step on me and id thank her collab of the century right there UPLOAD THIS ON DEMAND I’LL PAY WHATEVER YOU WANT

A high-rise building’s balcony. Chris. Clearly hazed. Fucking the shit out of Alexis against the rails. 

“Beg louder, slut.”

“Please, sir, I need to cum. I’ll do anything!”

As a professional working in the adult entertainment industry, you had seen things way worse than this. Vile things even. You had a high tolerance for obscenity, so watching this didn’t actually warrant feeling this queasy. You had only downed two beers anyway. 

Your mind knew there was absolutely no reason for you to feel this way, but your heart couldn’t help falling to your stomach. 

And you would rather die than admit this out loud.

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「𝚞𝚗𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕」 · masterlist

SUMMARY ➥ Being a professional-grade porn producer is not your typical nine-to-five, but you like it — the pay is great, the hours are flexible, and it's an intriguing conversation starter. However, things get more than complicated when your infatuation with one of your performers turns into something it shouldn't be.

This work of fiction is intended for 18+ audiences only.

※ Bang Chan x afab reader — Pornstar AU, coworkers to lovers, mutual pining, angst, slowburn, smut.

※ Reader discretion advised — Adult themes, graphic depictions of porn and various porn tropes, flawed characters overall, alcohol & recreational drug use, confidence/intimacy issues, heavy mutual fantasizing, heavy (almost toxic) jealousy, strong language, explicit sexual content.

RELEASED WORK ➥ Scene I ➥ Scene II ➥ Scene III

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stuck inside on a rainy day w chan when you had plans to go out

Rainy Day Plans

Warnings: fluff

Pairing: Bang Chan x gn! Reader

Word count: 535

On a dreary, rain-soaked Saturday, Y/N had been looking forward to a day out with her friends. The plan was to explore the city, visit the local cafes, and maybe catch a movie. But as fate would have it, the heavens opened up, and a torrential downpour began just as she was about to leave her apartment.

Frustrated and disheartened, Y/N watched the raindrops race down her windowpane. She had been looking forward to this day for weeks, and now it seemed like all her plans were ruined. She scrolled through her phone, seeing messages from her friends canceling one by one. It was a rainy day, and nobody wanted to venture out in such weather.

Just when Y/N was about to resign herself to a day of Netflix and boredom, there was a knock at her door. Surprised, she opened it to find none other than Bang Chan, her closest friend and confidant. He stood there, drenched from head to toe, with an apologetic grin.

"I couldn't bear the thought of you being stuck inside all day," he said, shaking off the water from his hair. "So, I thought I'd bring the plans to you!"

Y/N couldn't help but smile at his thoughtfulness. "You're soaking wet," she observed, stepping aside to let him in. "Come on, let's get you out of those wet clothes before you catch a cold."

Bang Chan laughed, appreciating her concern. He followed her to the bathroom, where she handed him a towel and some dry clothes she had lying around. As he changed, Y/N couldn't help but feel a warmth in her heart, grateful for such a caring friend.

Once Bang Chan was dry and comfortable, they huddled on the couch with blankets, their rainy day adventure taking on a different form. Y/N had a collection of board games and an assortment of snacks ready for a day like this. They decided to play a game of Scrabble, unleashing their competitive spirits.

The hours passed in a blur as they played game after game, sharing laughter and stories between rounds. The rain continued to pour outside, but inside Y/N's cozy apartment, it felt like a world of its own. They ordered some comfort food for lunch, continuing to enjoy each other's company.

As the day turned into evening, Bang Chan and Y/N decided to watch a movie. They curled up on the couch, sharing a blanket, their shoulders touching. Y/N couldn't help but steal glances at him when she thought he wouldn't notice, appreciating the way he made this unexpected rainy day so much brighter.

As the credits rolled on the movie, Bang Chan turned to Y/N with a smile. "You know," he began, "sometimes the best plans are the ones you never make."

Y/N nodded in agreement. "Today turned out to be pretty amazing, even though we got stuck inside."

With a soft chuckle, Bang Chan replied, "Well, I'm glad I could be your rainy day companion. Who needs to go out when you've got great company and board games, right?"

Y/N couldn't have agreed more. The rain may have thwarted their original plans, but it brought them closer together on this unexpected and memorable day spent inside.

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genre: fluff, humor (sort of), based on the song probably up by lawrence

word count: 1.9K

warnings: mentions of alcohol, a lot of texting, i apologize for any possible typos/grammatical mistakes

i originally started this one for the song fic requests when anon🧸 (who i miss very much) requested the song probably up by lawrence, but i only finished the drabble recently so that is why i am posting it now. enjoy :)

you look at the people dancing to the music blasting from the speakers at the party.

you yawn before taking another sip from your drink. the alcohol burning your throat makes you scrunch your nose. rolling your eyes, you sigh. even your drink sucks.

bored really is an understatement to how you feel right now. this definitely isn't how you hoped your night would go.

after finally being done with finals you wanted to go out with your friends and celebrate. but to your disappointment they still needed to study for an exam they had to retake, making them unable to go out with you tonight. "if you had failed that exam like we did, we could be studying together now," they had said.

at first you wanted to cancel your plans of going out, but then you decided that maybe going out alone for once would be fun too, maybe you'd meet someone.

so that is how you ended up sitting at the bar stool in a pretty black dress, sipping the way too expensive and nasty drink, bored out of your mind. meeting someone didn't work out, and it only took about ten minutes after arriving at the party that you realized you do not like going out alone.

you grab your phone and think about who to text but then sigh as you realize it's one in the morning. most of your friends are probably either sleeping or working right now.

just as you are about to put your phone away, you notice a certain person is still online.

you grin as you quickly start typing.

y/n: should've known you'd still be up

you wait for a second and the 'read' mark quickly appears before the person starts typing.

chan: hey, what's that supposed to mean. i literally went to sleep before midnight last week.

you chuckle.

y/n: you know you're supposed to sleep more than once a week?

chan: i don't think i agree but thanks <3

you shake your head as you smile, your mood immediately going up when talking to your close friend.

chan: what's up though? why are you still up?

y/n: am at the club rn

chan: LMAO? why are you texting me then?

y/n: can i not text my good friend when being at a party? is that a rule i missed? :|

chan: well you usually party too hard to be thinking about me soooo

y/n: whaaat no i think abt you 24/7 babe wdym

grinning, you wait for his reply but you frown when it takes longer than you expected.

he starts typing but then stops again before finally sending you a reply.

chan: ha ha

chan: but for real tho, are you okay?

y/n: yea yea i'm just really bored bc i'm alone

chan: you went out on your OWN????? who are you and what did you do y/n.

you roll your eyes.

y/n: i'm more independent than you think, chris

chan: sure :))

you bite your lip and suddenly realize the way your cheeks are warm and you're smiling from ear to ear as you’re texting chan.

frowning, you shake your head: must be the alcohol making you extra hot and smiley. you just ignore the fact that you only had about two sips tonight.

y/n: are you working on a new song

chan: yeah

chan: well, sort of. i‘m trying to write a song right now but i kind of have a writers block idk i don't know what to write about

y/n: ohh that sucks :/ what do you think you need to get inspired again?

chan: man idkkk all i know is that i need to finish this song soon because the comeback is coming up and we don't have enough songs yet

you pout, feeling bad for your friend as you stare at the screen.

y/n: i wish you all the luck, chan, im 100% sure you'll figure it out

chan: thanks, y/n

chan: you should go back to partying

y/n: nah i think im gonna go home, it's boring here and i feel lonely

chan: won't you feel lonelier when being alone at your place rn?

y/n: are you indicating i should come over to yours, christopher bang?

you let out a chuckle, already imagining his flustered reaction but your eyes widen for a second when you see his reply, making you the flustered one.

chan: if you want to then yeah i am

for some reason you feel your heart skip a beat and you frown. what's up with you tonight?

you get up from the bar stool as you start walking towards the exit of the club.

y/n: you're at the studio right ?

chan: as usual

y/n: okay, i'm on my way.

you feel a strange giddy feeling in your chest as you sit in the yellow cab on your way to chan.

after paying the cab driver you get out of the vehicle and walk towards the gray building.

you text chan you've arrived and soon you're standing in front of the door of his studio.

the door opens, revealing a smiley chan.

his smile freezes a little as his eyes drop to your body, not being able to stop them from checking you out from head to toe. he lets out a small breath he was holding before quickly stepping aside, gesturing for you to enter.

"what's up, bang," you say as nonchalantly as possible, pretending like you didn't notice him checking you out.

"the sky."

you turn to chan who's closing the door and give him an unamused look, making him laugh. you sit down on the couch behind chan's chair and let out a long sigh. "this couch really has zero business being this comfortable."

chan sits down on his chair and spins around to face you. "what do you mean zero business? do you know how often i sleep here?"

you shake your head. “and that's not something you should be proud of, chan, you really need to take better care of yourself. you're overworking yourself again."

chan's face softens and he looks away, avoiding your gaze. "i know, i know. i'm just not sleepy."

"how come?"

the boy shrugs as he fiddles with his rings.

you lean back on the couch and stare at the ceiling. "i once read you feel sleepy when you're with someone you feel safe with. you should find your safe person."

chan thinks for a second and a small smile tugs on his lips as he nods, his eyes still on the floor. "maybe i should."

you chuckle. "yeah, you've been single for too long. you're too cute to be single."

chan feels his heart skip a beat and rolls his eyes, his tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek as he shakes his head. "i should get back to work, you're distracting me."

you sit up straight, looking chan straight in his eyes as you raise your eyebrows teasingly. "i distract you, huh?"

chan lets out a huff before spinning back to face his desk, hiding his soon to be red cheeks and quickly puts his headphones back on his head. "bye, y/n."

you let out a laugh and chan bites his lower lip for a second at the sound. so pretty, he thinks.

about ten minutes later, chan takes off his headphones and spins back to you, making you look up from your phone.

"can you listen to this? it's an instrumental i've been working on."

your eyes light up and you quickly nod as you get up from your spot on the couch making chan smile at your genuine enthusiasm.

you look around the small studio for a chair. when chan notices, he quickly gets up from his chair to offer you his seat. you thank him and sit down as he goes to stand beside you. leaning over your shoulder, he grabs the headphones and you hold your breath at the close proximity.

you smile at him when he puts the headphones on your head and chan immediately smiles back, feeling his heart grow a size at how adorable you look with you slightly red cheeks. is it normal to find a friend this adorable?

before he can think about the subject any longer he turns on the demo and leans back. you focus on the screen as you listen to the song playing. it sounds dreamy and nostalgic and it does something to your heart. you don’t even notice the way your eyes are slightly widened and a smile rests on your lips as you listen to the beautiful sounds coming from the headphones. you like to once again blame it on the small amount of alcohol you consumed that your eyes are slightly starting to water.

you’re glad the song ends before a tear can actually escape your eye but what you don’t know is chan already noticed your glossy eyes, making him feel the urge to hug you. he likes to blame this on the fact he feels grateful you like the song and not on the fact he just wants to hold you close.

“so do you like it?” chan asks as you put down the headphones. you look up at chan, still mesmerized by the soft tunes and nod. “i love it, chan. you’re incredibly talented.”

chan feels his heart speed up and whispers a small ‘thank you’ as he looks away, the tip of his ears turning red. “it sounds like it could be a perfect love song. it’s beautiful,” you smile as you get up from the chair and sit back down on the couch.

chan stays leaned against the desk and looks up when you continue talking. “whatever lyrics you end up writing, i am sure everyone will absolutely love the song. i am in love with it already, i will be its biggest fan for sure,” you chuckle but for some reason chan can’t seem to smile as his eyes are focused on you.

because it’s in that moment that chan realizes finding your friend this adorable isn’t normal. feeling the urge to hold your friend tight and kiss the top of her head while telling her how lovely she is, isn’t normal.

he realizes the way he feels for you is not platonic anymore, and now he even wonders if it ever was.

“you’re staring at me like you’re in love with me, christopher,” you say, yawning as you get comfortable on the couch.

chan snaps out of his daze and clears his throat. “i should continue working on the song.”

you nod. “don’t work for too long, you need to sleep, chan,” you mumble making the man’s heart skip a beat once again. every time you say his name it does something to him.

“wake me up when you’re ready to go home.” and with that you close your eyes, already feeling yourself starting to doze off on the way too comfortable couch.

chan can’t help but keep his lovesick eyes on you for a few more seconds before turning back to his notes, a smile on his lips.

suddenly a yawn escapes his mouth and he frowns when he realizes how sleepy he suddenly feels even with his heart beating twice as fast with you in the room.

but even when he lets out another yawn, he knows he can’t sleep just yet.

because when he glances back at you one more time, he finally knows exactly what to write the song about.

masterlist

First Steps {skz b.c.} Chapter Overview

This is a Bang Chan fan fiction.

Other band members are included (except Seungmin and Jeongin, no reason behind it, still love them).

Jungkook makes appearances (for all u BTS Stans).

Also posted on AO3.

{s} = smut

Chapter 1 - First Days

Chapter 2 - First Tasks

Chapter 3 - First Projects

Chapter 4 - First Times {s}

Chapter 5 - First Days After

Chapter 6 - First Forevers

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Wedding Night | Bang Chan

The moment the two of you walked into your hotel room, Chan’s hands were all over you. Once the door was shut and locked behind you, Chan’s lips were on yours. “I can’t believe you’re my wife now,” He chuckled against your glossy lips, his eyes opening to stare at the lovely woman in his arms. “You have no idea how happy I am, Y/N.” He whispered before kissing you once again.

Your heart hammered in your chest at his words, your hands finding their way to his hair as you kissed back instantly. “You make me the happiest woman in the world. You have since day one.” You replied softly, memories of when you two first met clouding your mind. His large hands tightened on your hips.

“That’s all I want, you know— to make you happy.” He spoke against your lips. You couldn’t help but smile at this, your hands gripping the sides of his face softly. “Your happiness is the most important thing to me.”

You pulled away to catch your breath, Chan’s forehead coming down to rest against yours as you both began to pant. “Chan.” You breathed, gulping nervously. Your small hands began to pick at his collar, a nervous habit you had picked up on years before this.

“I know, sweetheart, I know,” He muttered, his hand brushing your perfectly curled hair out of your face so he could meet your eyes better. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes. Yes, always.” You nodded immediately. His heart fluttered, and he leaned down to capture your lips in his. Your hands gripped his biceps as you tried not to fall over, your mind and body hazy with emotions and hormones.

“Then let me make you feel good. Is that what you want?” Chan asked sweetly, pulling away from you to read your face. His hand cupped your cheek, his thumb rubbing your jawline. You nodded weakly, too nervous to speak properly. “God, I’m so damn lucky.” He mumbled to himself before attacking your lips again.

You grunted against him in surprise, your hands falling onto his chest. He pulled away breathlessly, staring down at you with hooded eyes. His gaze was laced with lust and concern, his soft side immediately overpowing his horny. “What is it? Are you okay?”

You gulped and pushed a piece of hair behind your hair as you looked down. “Channie,” You said, barely audible. “I’m nervous. I’ve never done this before, and I just.. what if I do something wrong?” You voiced your concerns to your husband, your shaky eyes finally trailing up to meet his.

“Hey,” He whispered, his hands grabbing yours to intertwine your fingers together. “You’re not going to mess up, okay? It’ll all come naturally, you just have to believe me. And if it makes you feel better, I’m nervous, too. I have to make sure your first time is perfect. But we’re in this together, baby. You and me. Husband and wife.” He smirked at the last part, teasing you as he pushed his nose against yours. You giggled at that, turning your head as you blushed nervously.

“Okay,” You agreed, pecking his swollen lips. “Thank you for always treating me like a princess.”

“That’s what I’m here for, babygirl. To make sure you know your worth. How special you are. How much you mean to me and everyone else around you.” He listed, his eager hands going to your back to undo your zipper. “As much as I love you in this dress, baby— and I do, I love it so much, I’m not sure I can wait any longer.”

Your breath hitched as you felt the dress sliding down your body, your instant reaction to cover your chest as it exposed. Chan noticed almost immediately. “Hey, don’t cover yourself. You’re beautiful. And I want to see you. Let me see you, yeah?” He reassured you as he began to grab at your hands to pull them away from your bra, his lips kissing at your soft knuckles. You took a deep breath before nodding, allowing your arms to fall to your side.

Your wedding dress stopped falling at your hips, the tightness of it making it hard to fall off by itself. The small bump in the road made your stomach flip with anxiety, and you gripped the sides of it before shimming and pulling it off of you. “You’re doing so well, princess. So, so well. Look how gorgeous you are.” Chan praised as he looked at you up and down, your half-naked figure causing his heart to clench. He knew how nervous you were, but he didn’t know why. You were the most stunning woman he had ever met, and he was determined to make you know it by the end of the night.

“Sit on the bed, baby.” He ordered softly, pressing his lips to your forehead as he nodded towards the freshly-made bed behind you. You remained silent, sitting on the edge of the hotel bed as you watched your husband strip in front of you. Your hands slid up and down your thighs anxiously, your heart hammering in your chest. You were almost positive he could hear it.

“You know,” He started after tossing his jacket onto the floor. You gulped. “As soon as I saw you walking down that aisle, I knew. I just knew. You’re it. You’re the one for me, Y/N. I can’t explain how I felt, seeing you walking towards me.. I swear I just fell in love with you all over again— if that’s even possible.”

You bit your lip to control your emotions as you squeezed your thighs together. Chan shook his head as he began unbuttoning his shirt, his eyes never leaving yours. “You’ll never understand how much you mean to me, baby. Words can’t explain. You are my everything, Y/N. My world. My reason for living. I am truly, madly, deeply in love with you Bang Y/N.”

At this point, he was only in his boxers, but you couldn’t see that. Your vision was blurred with tears, your hands covering your bright red face as you began to cry. His sudden confession making your heart swell tremendously. He’s told you all of this a handful of times before, but the fact that you were about to make love to him for the first time on your wedding night; it was different.

Chan’s heart clenched seeing you so emotional, and he was on his knees in front of you in a matter of seconds. “Oh, baby..” He cooed, his large hands running up and down your soft thighs to comfort you. “My sweet girl.”

“I-I love you s-so much, you d-don’t even understand,” You blurted out between sobs, your hands falling from your face to look at him. Chan couldn’t help but smile, his own eyes tearing up as he stared into your wet eyes filled with nothing but unconditional love and admiration. “You’re the best thing that’s e-ever happened to me. You’re my best f-friend. You make every day getting up worth it, you know. I-I don’t know if I can—” Your sobs only shook your body harder as you spoke, your head shaking as you started to get insecure about the whole ‘sex’ thing.

Tears fell from Chan’s eyes as he grabbed your face, forcing you to look at him. “I love you. So fucking much.” He said sternly, a stray tear falling from his eye once he blinked. You sniffed dramatically, leaning forward to press your forehead against his. “Let me show you.” He spoke lowly, his lips inches from yours.

Your tongue darted out to wet your lips, your sobs slowly down but not fully gone away yet. You didn’t think you were going to ever stop crying, honestly.

“Okay.” You replied quietly, a tear falling onto your lips as your hand quickly wiped it away. “Okay, baby. I’m ready.”

Chan’s lips were on you in half a second, the kiss passionate and hungry. He began to stand up, making you lean your head up as your hands found their way around his neck for comfort. The two of you were all about skinship, and it always came out more than normal when things would get heated.

Over the course of your relationship, the most you two had done together was make-out, because you were too scared to do anything more than that. Chan never judged you or got mad at you for wanting to wait; he always respected you and gave you whatever you wanted. He never worried too much about it, honestly, because he knew he’d be in bed with you one way or another.

And now, six years later, here you were. Your half-naked body laying underneath Chan’s, both of your hearts pounding so hard in your chests they were bound to jump out of your bodies. The moment he’s been waiting for for years.

The two of you continued to make out for a few more minutes before Chan pulled away from your swollen lips, panting heavily above you. With your arms still wrapped around his neck, you licked your lips and looked down at the two of you. This is the closest you’ve ever been to sex. You felt excitement and nervousness bubble in your stomach, your breathing becoming irregular.

“Hey,” Chan whispered, his long fingers curling underneath your chin to make you look at him. “Calm down, baby. Relax. It’s just me. I’d never let anything bad happen to you. You know that, don’t you?”

Your arms tightened around him. “Y-Yes. I know, I just.. I’m just so scared.” You giggled nervously, making Chan smile. He leaned down to peck your lips a few times before leaning back up, both of his arms planted on either side of your head.

“Me too, honestly.” He admitted, making you both break out into giggles. “But I’m ready if you are.” The smile that was once playing on his lips was gone, his tongue wetting his swollen lips anxiously. You took a deep breath before nodding, your eyes flitting down to your bodies again before looking back up.

“I.. I think I’m ready, Channie.” You breathed. He didn’t waste any more time to connect your lips, taking his time with you as you grew closer and closer to the actual love-making process. He kissed you passionately and slow, his tongue massaging yours sweetly as he leaned back onto his knees, taking you with him.

You were sitting up now, but hadn’t paid much attention to it until you felt your bra slip off of your body. You pulled away from Chan hurriedly, a gasp erupting your lips as you held your breasts with your hands to cover them. You watched as Chan threw your bra behind him, the piece of clothing falling onto the floor with the rest of your clothes. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t—” You started before Chan pushed you back down.

“It’s okay, honey. Just try to stop worrying so much so I can take care of my wife, okay?” He mumbled into your mouth as his hands pried your hands off of your chest. You couldn’t help but gasp as you felt his large hands grab your breasts softly, your eyes popping open at the feeling. “You okay, baby?” His eyebrows furrowed as he pulled away slightly to catch your gaze, his eyes searching yours for any signs of hesitation or fear. You only nodded, your hands grabbing at his biceps tightly. “You’re so damn pretty.” He praised as he trailed kisses from your jaw to your breasts.

“C-Chan.” You gasped, your eyes closing at the feeling of his mouth on your left breast while his hand kneaded your right one.

He couldn’t help but groan as he felt your acrylics dig into his arm, his mouth detaching itself from your chest. You cried at the loss of contact, your eyes falling open to look at your husband. “You’re responding so well, baby,” He praised, leaning up to press a kiss to your open mouth. “I’m so proud of you.”

You moaned his name again as soon as you felt his mouth again, this time on your right breast as he kneaded your left one. You let go of his arms, your hands flying to his soft hair. “O-Oh my god, Chan. You’re s-so good.” You hissed as you felt his teeth dig into your skin, his tongue soothing the pain.

He pulled away from your chest with a final kiss to the purple mark he had just made, his face hovering over yours. “Baby,” He whispered, voice raspy. You gulped and panted before you opened your eyes, looking up at him. “I need to prep you so it’ll hurt less when I actually go inside of you.”

His hand brushed the hair from your face, a small smile erupting onto his face at how adorable you looked— all flustered and red. You had no idea what he meant but you nodded anyway. “O-Okay.” You mumbled, your mind fuzzy already.

Chan chuckled before kissing you sweetly, pulling away moments later. Your eyes fluttered shut when Chan began to press soft kisses to your chest, trailing down to your stomach and the top of your underwear. “Baby,” He called. You hummed in acknowledgement, your voice shaky. “Baby, look at me.”

You groaned before leaning on your elbows, your dark eyes meeting his like he demanded. “I need to take these off,” He whispered gently, his fingertips pulling at your panties.

Your heart rate increased at his words, your throat tightening. “W-What, why? This early?” You asked, your insecurities and doubts taking over.

“So I can prep you, remember? It’ll be okay, princess. You can do it. You’ve done so well already!” Chan spoke softly, his hands rubbing your thighs to calm you down.

“B-But, I.. I haven’t.. I’m still..” You slurred, your eyes becoming blurry with nervousness. Chan stood up from in between your legs and hovered over you once more. “Channie, I-I can’t. What if I’m ugly? What if...” You cringed before speaking, your hands finding his and squeezing them tightly. Chan squeezed back. “What if I smell bad? I-I mean, I clean and stuff but you never-”

Chan shook his head, cutting you off. “Hush. You won’t smell, honey, I know it. You eat pineapples every time you get the chance,” He laughed, making you blush. “But seriously, baby. You won’t smell, and you won’t be ugly. You could never be ugly. Every part of you is astonishing.” He spoke endearingly, his hands squeezing yours reassuringly.

“You haven’t seen every part of me.” You joked sassily, a small smirk on your lips. Chan smiled at your change of attitude and confidence, his heart swelling on account of how proud he was of you for going this far.

“Because you won’t let me.” He barked back in the same tone, making you sigh. Your smile faltered, and guilt pooled in your stomach. Chan noticed this immediately, grabbing your face and kissing you softly. “You’re overthinking this, baby doll. Just relax and let me take care of you. Okay? Believe in me.”

You nodded. “You’re right.. You’re right, I’m sorry.” You shook your head, squeezing your eyes tight as you brought your hands to your face.

“There’s no reason to be sorry. Just breathe.” He told you before pressing his lips against yours for a minute or two, pulling away once he felt your body start to calm down underneath of him. “That’s it, baby. You’re doing amazing.” He spoke, crawling back down to his previous stance between your legs.

“So are you. You’re doing so great, baby, you’re making me feel so good already.” You praised your husband, your hands running through his thick hair as you spoke. His heart swelled at your words, and he pressed a kiss to your wrist.

“I love you,” He whispered before hooking his fingers into your panties. “I’m gonna take these off, now, okay?” He murmured, his hand rubbing soft circles onto your bare skin. You nodded, figeting slightly. “Stay still for me, baby.”

“I love you,” You breathed back, your heart rate picking up. “Love you so much, it hurts.”

“I know it, baby,” Chan replied, his fingers pulling down your underwear all the way. His breath hitched as he stared at your soaked core, his movements halting. “Fuck..” He hissed under his breath.

Your eyes snapped open, and you looked down at your husband, who’s eyes were as big as saucers. You gulped, your insecurities starting to creep up on you. “Chan? Is everything okay?”

Snapping out of it, he tossed your lace underwear somewhere across the room, leaning up to kiss you passionately. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” He said. “I can’t believe you’ve been this insecure about this pretty thing. You’re so stupid sometimes.”

His fingers dug into your sides, making you jump and giggle, your hands trying to push him away. “C-Chan, stop!” You yelled, but he didn’t stop.

“You are the biggest dork I know,” Chan shook his head as he continued to tickle you, making tears well in your eyes as you desperately tried to escape his hold. “You’re so cute, you know that?” He chuckled, his lips pressed against your nose.

“Chan, please! P-Please I can’t!” You shrieked as he tickled you harder, your head flying forwards into his chest. “Baby!”

Finally, he pulled his hands away from your sides and grabbing at your head. He pulled you out of his chest, his sparking eyes smiling as he looked over your flushed face. Your eyes were teary, and your cheeks were covered in a heavy blush. “You’re a brat, Bang Chan.”

“You love me.” He teased, his chest heaving as he stared into your eyes as deeply as he could. You licked your lips and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“You’re right, I do love you. I love you more than anything in this world.” You replied before pressing a kiss to his lips. Chan kissed back sweetly before returning to your legs. “Can you... can you hold my hand when you do it?” You asked shyly, moving around nervously as his hot breath tickled your core.

“Of course.” He whispered, holding up his hand as you intertwined your fingers together. “I’m gonna start, now, okay?” He raised an eyebrow, and you nodded. “You’re gonna have to spread your legs a little bit further than that, baby.” He spoke, his hands prying your thighs apart. Your breath hitched as you watched him. “There we go.. Look at how pretty.” He whispered encouragingly, his eyes trained on your wet core.

“Chan.” You whined, your hand squeezing his. You were starting to become impatient.

“My baby.” He purred before leaning forward and pressing soft kisses to your lips. You gasped, your eyes fluttering shut as you flew your head back. “You’re so gorgeous.” He muttered against your core, his lips sucking at your pulsing clit. You were sopping already, and all he had done so far was suck on your tits and make out with you.

“Oh my God..” You whimpered, your back arching as you squeezed his hand. You tried to open your eyes so you could look at your husband, but you just couldn’t. Chan squeezed your hand back, making your heart clench. “Fuck, I love you.” You breathed.

You shivered when Chan lifted his head up, his mouth and chin covered in your arousal. You whimpered, looking down at your husband. “You taste so fucking good, baby. Just like I knew you would,” He pressed a kiss to your fingers before rubbing your lower stomach. “You’re doing so good, you know that?”

“Chan, please,” You cried. You felt him kiss up your stomach and chest, his nose nudging at your jaw. He let go of your hand and grabbed your chin, making you look at him. Tears of frustration threaten to fall, making Chan’s heart clench.

“Don’t cry, baby. Channie’s gonna make you feel good, okay?” His hands ran up and down your sides, his lips pressing kisses all along your exposed chest. “My pretty girl’s doing so well.”

He stood up suddenly, crawling off the bed to take his boxers off. You sat on your elbows, watching his every move as anxiety bubbled in your stomach. You gasped as you saw his cock, your heart pounding in your chest. “C-Chan, I don’t think that’s gonna fit..”

Chan chuckled at your comment, shaking his head as he began to crawl back onto the bed. “Yes it will, baby. Don’t worry.”

“No, seriously,” You gulped, your eyes finally tearing away from his long, thick cock to his big doe eyes. “You’re so big, and I-”

Chan’s lips crashed onto yours as he cradled your neck. “Lay down, baby.” He whispered as he hovered over your body. You obeyed immediately, your back falling onto the cold sheets as you continued to kiss your husband. “Just relax, okay? Take a deep breath for me, baby.”

This was it. You were about to have sex with Chan.

Chan grabbed himself, positioning himself at your entrance as he distracted you with his lips against yours. “Ready?” He asked weakly, his eyes dark and lust-filled as he stared into yours. You nodded, your hands clinging onto him for dear life. You held your breath as you felt the head of his cock swipe up and down your folds, making the both of you gasp. “God, I love you so much.” Chan groaned as he went further.

You bit your lip, pain surging through your body. “Shit, shit, shit.” You hissed, tears building up at the back of your eyes. Chan looked up at you, his heart breaking at the sight of you. You looked so uncomfortable.

“Are you okay?” He asked, his cock halfway inside of you. You took a deep breath, looking at him.

“I-I think so.. Just, please. Go slow.” You begged, a tear falling onto your temple and then the mattress. Chan nodded and kissed your lips softly before pushing himself in even more. “Fuck!” You yelled when you felt him bottom out a few moments later.

Chan stilled inside of you, letting you adjust. His eyes were glued to your face the entire time, not wanting to take his eyes off of you just in case. He waited for you to tell him you were okay before he continued. “O-Okay, you can go now.” You spoke weakly, your head thrown back.

Chan rested both of his hands on either side of your head as he pulled everything out but the tip, his cock ramming back into you slowly yet so strongly. Chan groaned as he felt you clench around him, throwing his head onto your chest as his breathing labored. “Fuck, baby you feel so good. You’re so fucking tight and warm.. shit!” His voice cracked in the end, your hands wrapping around his head as you cradled him against your chest.

“You’re fucking me so good, Chan!” You whimpered, your hands tangling into his hair. Chan continued to ram himself into your cunt, going faster with every passing minute. “Oh my God, Chan, fuck, you feel so good. Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Your back arched as he pounded into you, your mouth hanging open as more and more whimpers fell from your lips. Chan lifted himself up, aching to see you. His chest tightened as he stared down at you. “I am so in love with you, it’s insane,” Chan panted, his hips slowing down slightly. Your breath hitched and you lifted your head up, your blurry eyes meeting Chan’s. “You’re doing so well, princess, I’m so proud of you.” He smiled before pressing his lips against yours.

“Chan,” You moaned, your nails raking up and down his back, making him hiss. “I love you so much, baby. You’re filling me up so well, Channie, fuck.” You praised, your bottom lip getting stuck underneath your teeth.

“Fuck, I fit so perfectly inside of you, I swear you were made for me.” Chan whimpered, throwing his head back. “I love you, baby, shit I love you so much.”

“I was made for you, Chan,” You reply, your hands running up and down his sides as you spoke, your eyes trailing down to where your bodies connected. You watched as Chan pulled out of you completely before slamming back in, making you shiver and moan out his name. “You’re my other h-half, baby. I was made for you, and you were made for me. I’m all yours, all yours. Shit!” You cried out, your hands falling onto the sheets as you gripped them tightly.

“Baby, baby, baby, fuck!” Chan groaned as you continued to milk him with your juices. Your sweet words brought tears to his eyes as he looked down ar you. “Look at me, baby.” He demanded weakly, his hips still moving at a rapid pace as tears threatened to spill from his eyes.

You did. You looked at him, and you swore your heart stopped. Your eyes filled with tears at the sight of his, and your bottom lip quivered. It didn’t take long for you to both start crying, your hands clinging onto his like there was no tomorrow. Chan continued to thrust into you as his body shook from the sobs, you sniffling underneath of him. “Fuck,” Chan winced in pain as his legs started to burn. Your eyes snapped open at his tone, your vision slightly blurry.

“What’s wrong?” You hiccuped, causing Chan to look down at you. He shook his head, his lip trapped between his teeth as he sniffed. “Baby..” You whispered, your hands cupping his wet cheeks.

“M-My legs,” He started weakly, his hips stopping as he dug his face into your neck out of embarrassment. You caught on quickly, pushing at his chest.

“Here,” You mumbled, flipping the two of you over. You smiled at him through your tears as you looked down at him, your bodies still connected. “Let me..” You whispered before leaning down to connect your lips. Chan’s heart fluttered at your action, his hands flying to your hips as he lifted you up slightly, his cock still inside of you.

You gasped loudly when he rammed you back down onto him, his grip on your hips getting tighter everytime you sat back down. “Oh my God!” You shrieked, tears pouring from your eyes from how good it felt. You pulled away from Chan to throw your head back, your hands flat on his sweaty chest to keep your balance. Chan groaned as he watched you bounce on top of him, his dick twitching inside of you.

You looked down at your husband at that, your eyes trailing over him. You took in every freckle, crease, bead of sweat— everything. He’s never looked so beautiful. Your hands travelled to his hair, pushing his bangs away from his sweaty forehead. Chan looked up at you, his mouth hung open as he groaned. “My beautiful boy,” You praised, your eyes watering as you looked down at him. Chan closed his mouth and sucked in his lips to keep himself from sobbing. “You’re so good to me, baby. I’m so, so happy I met you. Thank you for being my husband.”

Your words had tears rolling down his face, his chest heaving up and down as he cried. You couldn’t help but do the same thing, your body shaking as you continued to ride him. “I-I’m close,” Chan sniffled a few moments later, making your eyebrows furrow.

What? Close?

You continued with your actions until you felt Chan’s slender fingers rubbing figure eights onto your clit. You jumped, your hand reaching down and grabbing his wrist in surprise. “I want to let go together.” He muttered as he rubbed more harshly.

Let go? What is he talking about?

“Chan, I don’t—” You started, your head shaking. That was until you felt it. Your eyes popped open, and you gasped. Fear rushed through your body as you grabbed Chan’s wrist, desperately trying to push him away. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked up at you. “I’m gonna pee!” You shouted, trying to get off of Chan as fast as possible.

“Baby—”

“Chan let go of me, I’m going to pee! Stop!” You cried, tears blurring your vision as you began to push his hands away from you. Chan shook his head repeatedly, his body sitting up to rest against the headboard. “Please, you have to st-”

“You’re not going to pee, baby, you’re going to cum. It’s okay, princess, I’m close too. It’s okay, just let it go. Just let it go, come on. You can do it.” He encouraged, pushing your hands away before pressing his fingers back onto your clit. You shivered, letting out a moan before sobbing.

“No, Chan, I can’t,” You whimpered, your voice breaking as you leaned forward to lay on his chest, your warm tears mixing with his sweat. “I’m going to pee, I know it. Please..” You sobbed, shaking your head.

“Trust me, baby. It’s not pee. Come on, princess you got this. It’s the best feeling, I swear you’ll love it. It’s what makes all of this worth it. Listen to me, babygirl. Just let go.” He whispered into your ear, his hands gripping your waist as he lifted you up and down. The head of his cock brushed against your g-spot, making you gasp. “Come on, baby, you can do it.” He chanted breathlessly, his fingers working their way back onto your clit.

You breath hitched as he continuously slammed himself into your spot while he tortured your clit. Your stomach began to twist and burn, causing you to hug Chan tightly, tears pooling behind your eyes. “Chan!” You moaned. It was all becoming too much.

You clenched around him, making him twitch inside of you. You wrapped your arms around him even tighter as you laid on top of him, his dick still working itself in and out of you as his hands guided you. “I’m almost there, sweetheart.” He said lowly, grunting.

“M-me too, I think..” You hissed, your clit pulsating under his fingers as the coil in your stomach began to get tighter and tighter. You cried and pulled Chan closer to you, sitting up now. “It feels so tight, it almost hurts.” You admitted, sniffling.

“I know, baby. I know. But that means you’re almost there. You’ve done s-so fucking well tonight, baby girl I’m so proud of you, you have no idea. My baby’s so strong.” You bit your lip as his grip on your waist tightened, his fingernails digging into your skin. You hissed, and threw your head forward onto his choulder. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, baby, I’m coming, I’m coming, come on, Y/N you can do this. Come with me, sweetheart, come on.” He begged, his fingers working faster as he rammed himself up into you.

“Chan!” You yelled. “It’s coming, I can’t!” You cried into his shoulder, his arm wrapping around you as he fucked up into you, his fingers still attacking your clit.

“It’s okay, princess. It’s okay, let go. Just let it happen. Come on, baby, come on.” He hissed through gritted teeth, grunting when he felt you clench around him. You squeezed him tighter than you have all night, strings of cries and curses leaving your lips. “Oh, baby. That’s it, that’s it. You did so fucking good, bub, so good. I’m coming, shit!”

Your body shook rapidly as you sobbed harshly. Just as your cum poured out, Chan’s poured in. You gasped as you felt the hot ribbons paint your walls, Chan’s arms squeezing you tightly. “Oh, fuck,” He whispered, his voice weak and cracky.

You felt his cock soften slowly inside of you, your body still shaking on top of his. “You did so good, bubba. I’m so proud of you.” Chan slurred, his hand running through your tangled hair as he pressed a kiss to your temple.

“You make me feel so good..” You mumbled, your hand running up and down his neck softly. “I’m proud of you, too, you know..” You praised before kissing the vein protruding in his neck.

“Come on, baby. Let’s get you cleaned up.” Chan spoke, his hand reaching down to pull himself out of you. His fingertip accidentally brushed against your swollen clit, making you jump and whine into his shoulder. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m trying to be careful, I really am.” He promised as his dick slipped out of you.

You were overly sensitive at the moment, and Chan knew you would be for the next few days or so. He grabbed your wet thighs and wrapped them around himself, making you cry out when his dick slid against your folds. “Chan.” You sobbed, your arms around his neck as your body shook from the over sensitivity and wild emotions.

“I know, baby, I’m sorry.” He muttered, kissing your neck. He gripped you tightly before bouncing you, making sure you were sitting up high on his stomach as he could get you so his dick wouldn’t touch your sensitive pussy. He felt you shiver against him when your clit rubbed onto his skin, making you squeeze him tighter. “It’s okay, babygirl. Shhh.” He stood up from the bed, walking into the bathroom to get you cleaned up.

“Channie,” You whispered meekly, your tear-stained cheeks soaking his shoulders. He hummed in acknowledgement as he dug through the cabinets in search of towels to clean the two of you with, his arm still holding you against him. “I actually have to pee now.” You admitted with a small giggle, making Chan chuckle.

“Here,” He spoke, lifting the toilet seat up before setting you down onto it. You grabbed at the wall beside you to catch yourself from falling before sitting up slowly. “You got it?” Chan asked softly above you, still naked. You nodded nervously, a blush creeping onto your swollen cheeks. He nodded back before pressing a kiss to your forehead before he turned around and dug through the cabinets again.

You watched him as you peed, your heart fluttering at how sweet the whole night had been. “Thank you.” You spoke, breaking the comfortable silence. He turned to look at you slightly, two washclothes in his hand as he turned the sink on to wet them.

“Hmm? For what?” He asked softly, turning off the sink and wringing out the sopping cloth. He looked at you once more before reaching down to clean off the cum from his cock and thighs. He tossed the dirty cloth into the hamper across the room before walking over to you with the other, waiting patiently for you to wipe and flush before helping you clean yourself.

“For tonight. For making love to me,” You sighed. You stood up from the toilet, your legs shaking underneath you. Chan held you still as you held onto his shoulders, watching him with a full heart and blurry eyes as he wiped your folds clean. “For marrying me. For... loving me. For everything, Chan.”

Chan looked up at you as you spoke, a small smile playing on his lips as he wiped down your thighs. “Oh, baby doll,” He whispered, tossing the towel into the hamper as well. He stood back up and grabbed your waist tightly, muttering for you to ‘jump’ and you did. You let him pick you back up as he carried you back to the bedroom. “You don’t have to thank me for anything, baby. I’m just doing what I’m supposed to be doing with my life.”

He set you down onto the bed while he walked over to your bags. He bent over and grabbed a fresh pair of clothes for the two of you, turning back around and telling you to lift you arms up. You did. “Yeah? And what’s that?” You asked.

Chan slid his shirt over your head before bending down to your feet with a new pair of underwear, guiding your legs into them before lifting you up slightly to fit them over your butt. Your heart fluttered at how sweet he was. You were so lucky.

“Loving you.” He replied back as he slid a new pair of boxers on. He slipped on a new shirt before leaning forward and capturing your lips for a chaste kiss.

“I love you, Mr. Bang.” You whispered.

“And I love you, Mrs. Bang.”

"Our little angel" preview

→ Pairings: Skz x Reader

→ Warnings: Daddy ddlg, poly!skz, inexperienced reader, corruption kink(If you feel uncomfortable with any of these topics please do not read).

Summary: You lived with the guys as their baby girl, they were your daddies and they always take care of you and your needs, but there's just one basic rule "only kissing, and dry humping anything further than that is forbidden".That was the only rule trying not to ruin your innocence, but... What happens when they can't take it anymore and start breaking the rules one by one secretly?

I want him so bad it’s not even funny

Stray Kids Kinktober Day 8

Stray Kids Kinktober Masterlist

Breeding - Bang Chan

Word Count: 8.4k

Summary: Your family’s yearly vacation is here and once again, you’re single. To avoid having your dating life be poked and prodded by your relatives, you decide to turn your best friend for a little help. Everyone already knows him! What’s the worst that could happen if he pretends to be your boyfriend for the week?

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“It’s going to be a disaster,” you lament, leaning your head back over your couch. Your coffee mug gripped tightly in your hand.

A random movie is playing on your TV, but neither you nor your best friend are paying attention.

“It will not,” Chan chides and nudges your arm with his elbow.

He sips his own drink slowly, watching you throw your arm over your eyes.

“Yes it will! Every year my family goes on this vacation to the mountains, and every year I’m reminded that I’m the only single adult in the family.”

You sigh.

“You’re not the only single one, what about your cousin?”

“He started dating someone about a month after last year’s vacation. They’re still together, so she’s coming on the trip.” Your tone switches to something less dramatic. “She’s lovely, by the way, you’d like her. Very friendly.”

Chan laughs. “So, you’re single and alone there, what’s the worst that could happen? It’s your family. ”

“They make fun of me the whole time! And if I do anything my mom doesn’t like, she’ll go ‘this is why you don’t have a boyfriend, Y/N.’ Ugh!”

“Aren’t there only four ‘older’ cousins?”

“Yes, and I’m the only single one above the age of seventeen. I’m twenty four and I am going to die alone.”

Your arm drops from your eyes and you stare up at the ceiling.

The air in your apartment is warm and comfortable. Candles burn on the table beside you, filling the house with a pleasant warm cinnamon scent.

It was always one of Chan’s favorites.

“How long until the trip?” he asks.

“Next weekend.”

“Not enough time for a dating app, huh?”

You force a laugh, “No. Can you imagine? ‘Coffee was great! You wanna come on a week-long vacation with me and my giant, loud family?’ They would run for the hills.”

“Your family is great and you know it.”

“I know, they’re just… obnoxiously close, that’s all. I love them, don’t get me wrong.” Your arm slides off your eyes and you stare up at the ceiling. “But if I need to listen to my aunt nitpick my appearance in passive aggressive ways to ‘help’, I might kill myself.”

Chan takes a long sip of his drink. “They’re not that bad.”

You roll your eyes. “They love you so much, what would you know? Every time I bring you around them I always get tons of questions afterwards about you. I think my cousin is in love with you.”

“Which one?”

“Lily.”

“She’s twelve.”

“Twelve and in love with you.”

Both of you sit in silence for a moment. Chan’s attention slides back to the TV. He’s looking at it, but he’s not absorbing what’s really playing.

Same with you, you’re too busy wrapped up in your thoughts when an idea hits you all of a sudden.

“That’s it!” you yell, sitting up straight. Your voice startles Chan and he almost spills his drink all over your couch.

“What? What’s it?” he asks quickly, checking his pants to make sure nothing spilled.

“You can come with me!”

“You want me to go on your family’s yearly vacation in place of a boyfriend?”

“I want you to come on my family’s yearly vacation as my boyfriend.”

Chan’s head snaps over to you, his eyes wide and his jaw dropped. You’re already looking at him with pleading eyes.

“Please, Chan!” you beg before he has a chance to say no. “Please, please, please!” you repeat over and over again.

Placing your coffee on the table, you crawl closer to him on the couch, begging over and over again.

“They already love you so much! It would be so easy ! Plus, it’s all expenses paid! It’s a free vacation to a lake house in the mountains with your best friend!”

“Felix isn’t going.” Chan teases.

You whine and grab his free hand. “No, me! Your best friend! Pretty please Chan! I’ll owe you big time!”

He stares at you for a long moment, thinking it through in his head. You’re staring at him with big, pleading, sparkly eyes. He’s never been able to say no to that look.

He sucks his teeth, head cocking to the side for a second. The hand in yours twitches and he holds it, like a faux-shake.

“Fine,” he says. “But, you owe me dinner.”

Squealing, you throw your arms around his shoulders.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” He wraps his beverage-free hand around you and hugs you back. “You’re seriously the best, thank you!”

“I know, I know. Now can we please finish the movie?”

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The trunk to your car slams shut, Chan dusts his hands off and then rests them on his hips.

“You look like a dad,” you tell him while coming up to the car with your backpack slung over your shoulder.

“A dad who packed the trunk of your car perfectly.” He eyes the backpack on your shoulder. “That goes in the backseat. I’m not opening the trunk again.”

Giggling, you open the backdoor and toss it in.

“Can you drive?” you ask, batting your eyelashes. “You know how much I hate driving.”

Chan sighs and holds his hand out for the keys.

“You’re the best!” you cheer and toss them to him.

“Yeah, you keep saying that.” Chan rolls his eyes and ducks into the driver’s side of the car. “Do you have the address?”

You duck inside the car and start typing on your phone. “I should have it in my texts, one sec.”

Scrolling through your phone, you try to find the text that your aunt sent you with the address. Your family has rented the same AirBnb every year since you were fourteen and yet you could never remember the address of the place.

As you’re searching for it, a phone call from your mom comes in.

“Oh, hold on.” You say to Chan and hit the answer button.

“Hey, ma!” you greet into the phone.

“Hey, sweetie! Are you on your way yet?”

“We just got into the car, actually. We’re about to leave.”

“I thought you would’ve left an hour ago.”

“Chan got held up at work, actually. Not his fault.”

At the mention of his name, Chan perks up and looks over at you, listening to the phone call intently.

“Ah, gotcha. I still can’t believe you didn’t tell me you two finally started dating.”

“Yeah, well, it’s still kinda new,” you lie through your teeth. You look up and make eye contact with Chan. “We only became official about…”

His eyes widen and he looks around panicked. Quickly, he holds up three fingers.

“About three week-”

He moves about wildly.

“Months! Three months ago! Sorry, I’m a little distracted putting all the bags in the car.”

Chan reacts to your lie comically, his chin jutting forward, head cocking to the side. You wave him off silently. Your mother doesn’t seem to clock your panic about the situation.

“I always saw how the two of you looked at each other, it was only a matter of time, really.”

A blush crawls up your neck and turns your ears and cheeks red. Chan looks down at his lap and coughs nervously, a blush of his own making its way onto his skin.

“Anyway, we better get going, mom! You know how talking on the phone while driving is illegal and all.”

“Make Chan drive! He’s the boyfriend.”

“You’re so right… And he should do so without putting up a fuss.”

Chan motions down to himself, as if to say ‘I’m already the one in the driver’s seat’. You wave him off again, trying to focus on your mother’s voice.

“Okay, okay, I’ll see you soon, but I expect some questions to be answered when I see you, Y/N!” Her voice is teasing, but it makes your blood run cold.

“Of course, mom. I’ll talk to you later, okay? Bye, love you!”

You don’t give her a chance to answer you before you hang up.

The silence in the car is so loud, the air is so still.

“So,” you say slowly. “We need to come up with a backstory, huh?”

“It seems so.”

Another bout of silence.

Neither of you are looking at each other, you’re both facing forward, staring out the windshield.

“I’ll uh… find the address.”

“Yeah.”

You clear your throat awkwardly and scroll through your phone. Chan waits a second before starting the car.

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Chan turned one of the final corners of the trip onto the street.

“Our first date?” he asks.

“Coffee at the cafe by my apartment.”

“Second date?”

“Movies, we saw Barbie. We went out to eat afterwards. A diner.”

“When did we become official?”

“Three months ago. May 6th. You asked me after our third date.”

“And?”

“You kissed me at my door.”

“Good.”

You both pause for a moment.

“How come I can’t be the one that kissed you?” you tease him.

Chan laughs out loud and turns the car into the driveway. “As if you would ever make the first move.”

You look at him incredulously. “I so would! You’re the one who gets too nervous to do anything. I say I kissed you, not the other way around.”

“No way, I kissed you.”

Chan puts the car into park.

“Absolutely not. I kissed you first.” you reply.

“Keep dreaming. I walked you to your door, we stood there and talked for a minute. You went to walk inside, but I stopped you and kissed you.”

You unbuckle your seatbelt.

“No, after we talked, there was an awkward silence and I could see how nervous you were and how you kept looking at my lips. So, I took the first step and kissed you.”

Grabbing the door handle, you wrench it open before Chan could issue a rebuttal again.

He calls your name from inside the car and lets out a loud groan afterwards.

“You can’t have all the firsts, now can you?” you call back, walking around to the trunk.

The front door to the house rips open and two of your little cousins come tearing out of the house with happy smiles.

“Y/N! Y/N!” they both call out, sprinting up to you.

Leaning down, you scoop both of them up into a hug with both arms, giving them an equally excited hello. Both of them hug you tightly.

They’re five and nine years old, girl and boy– the youngest of the cousins.

“Look who else I brought with me,” you giggle and look over at Chan, who was watching you from the side of the car. The door still opened, his arm leaning on the top.

Both of their tiny gazes turn towards him and just like that, you’re forgotten about.

“Chan!” They both cheer and run at him full tilt.

He wraps both of them up in his strong arms and picks them off the ground.

“Hello, you two!” he coos and gives them both kisses on their heads.

Something twinges within your heart seeing him interact with the two of them that way, it goes through you like an arrow. His brown eyes are so warm and sparkly holding your two little cousins close to him.

A genuine, bright smile pulled across his beautiful face.

Chan steps away from the car and puts them on the ground, they both complain. “Come on, I need to help Y/N with the bags. I wouldn’t be a good boyfriend if I made her carry them all by herself.”

Your heart thuds again. Boyfriend.

The two kids groan and give in, running back into the house, telling everyone of your arrival.

Chan watches them for a moment before turning to look at you with a sheepish smile. You smile back and knock twice on the hood of your car.

“Come on then, boyfriend. These bags won't carry themselves.”

He laughs and grabs the bags from the trunk, arguing with you when you try to lift some of the heavier bags. Well, you weren’t going to argue about carrying something if you didn’t need to.

The cold air conditioned house was a familiar sight when you walked through the front door. One of your aunts was near the entrance when you first came in.

“Y/N, Chan, you’re here! We have you both in the room down here, I hope that’s okay.” she says, pointing to the room down the hall. It’s one of only three bedrooms on the first floor.

“Yeah! That’s totally fine, thank you.”

You smile and walk to the room, dropping your bags down on the bed.

The singular bed in the room.

Chan follows you inside the room with your bags, plopping them down on the floor by the door. You turn to look at him, he’s staring at the bed, most likely thinking the same thing that you are.

He closes the door behind you both.

“I didn’t think about this part.” you say quietly just in case someone was outside the door.

He shrugs. “Just don’t hog the blankets,” he jokes. Chan brushes it off so easily.

What you don’t know is his heart is racing just as much as yours is. His mouth has gone completely dry and he had to gulp down some nerves before jesting with you.

It’s just a bed, right? Both of you can share a bed, no problem. Not at all.

The two of you have fallen asleep on the couch together before. But, it’s not quite the same as sharing a bedroom for the next week.

“I didn’t think you would need any blankets since you’re a human space heater.” You open your one bag and pull out a few smaller things.

“You’re just jealous because you’re cold all the time.” Chan stands on the other side of the bed, plugging his phone charger into the wall.

“I’m not cold all the time.”

“You’re in a sweatshirt and it’s eighty five degrees outside.”

“We had the air conditioning on in the car.”

There’s a few knocks on the bedroom door. “Dinner!”

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Contrary to what you both originally thought, your family did not grill the two of you interrogation style about your relationship. Instead, you were met with a lot of “It was only a matter of time”.

Each time one of your family members said something along those lines, both you and Chan would grow extremely shy, faces flushing and hearts racing.

Dinner was held in the back room attached to the large kitchen, a long dining table sat in the room, benches full of your family members lined it.

There were so many of you: eight cousins, three aunts, two uncles, two parents, one sister, one brother in law, one grandmother.

This was not the first time Chan had been around your extremely large family, not at all. He’s around you all the time, especially when he can’t go home to Australia for holidays. You always invite him to your family celebrations, and each time he’s more than thrilled to be there.

Everyone was so happy that he was there; part of you thinks they’re happier to see him than you.

Dinner came and went, it was filled with laughter and stories, like it usually is. Your dad and his brothers all teased one another, bringing up stories of being young in the 70’s and 80’s.

“Let’s do a movie night!” One of your younger cousins turns to her older brother. “You’ve been promising me that we would watch Star Wars.”

“You want to watch Star Wars tonight?” he replies.

“Yes, please! Cousins movie night!" She cheers and grabs her plate. “We can set the couches up like last year!”

Chan leaned over and whispered in your ear, “Movie night?”

“There’s a den upstairs with a couple couches, we push them together to make a giant bed and all watch movies at night. Very common L/N Family Activity on vacation.” you answer, leaning closer to him. “The adults usually go to bed and all the cousins watch movies.”

“Sounds exciting.”

Both of you chuckle and smile at one another. His dimples showing. You two seem to be in your own little bubble.

Chan’s leaning so close his body heat is radiating through your clothes. The fabric of his shirt is brushing against your bare arm.

“You’ll find that there’s a certain schedule to each day, breakfast, play down at the lake, lunch, back to the lake, get ready for dinner, eat dinner, movie time.”

“I think I can get used to that.”

“You better.”

A throat clears by you. Your aunt is looking at the two of you with a playful smile. “Are you both going to help clean up or what?”

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“Dibs on sitting next to Y/N!” One of your little cousins calls out after you all finished pushing the couches together.

“No, I want to sit next to her!” Another yells out.

The youngest runs up and throws his arms around your hips, hugging you close to him. Both arms don’t make it around you all the way.

“No, me!”

You laugh and ruffle his hair. He holds you tighter and it knocks you off balance slightly.

“Come on, hon, you got to sit next to me at dinner, let someone else have a turn.” you coo down to him.

“No!” he pouts and hugs you tighter. You grimace and try to pry his arms off you.

Chan comes out of nowhere and picks your cousin off the ground in one fell swoop. “How about me, huh?” he teases and tickles your cousin with his one free hand.

Your cousin starts giggling like crazy.

“Don’t I get to sit next to my girlfriend?” he jokes and tickles him even more.

The biggest smile stretches over your face, heart warming once more.

Chan drops your cousin onto the couches, he bounces a bit, still laughing.

The tickle torture continues now that both of Chan’s hands are free. Giggles turn into cackles.

No matter how hard you try, you can’t fight the smile on your face and the feeling that stirs in your stomach. Are you ovulating? You have to be. There’s no other explanation for the flutter within your chest.

He just looks so natural like that. The teasing looked adorable.

It wasn’t until one of your older cousins came into the room before your gaze was taken away from Chan.

“Lovesick, eh?” he says in your ear.

“Oh, shut up.” You hit him in the arm.

“I know that look anywhere, Y/N. You can’t fool me.” He laughs and then walks to take his spot on the big couch huddle with his girlfriend.

Chan picks your little cousin up by the ankle and starts dragging him around. Both of their laughter was music to your ears.

“Okay, okay! Move time!” You call out to the two of them. Chan looks over at you immediately with the goofiest grin on his face.

Your little cousin groans.

“Give me my boyfriend back,” you tease and climb onto the couch.

After several minutes of figuring out seating and finding the movie on the TV, everyone was finally settled.

Chan sat directly next to you, his arm on the back of the couch behind you. Both of your legs stretched out in front of you and a shared blanket draped over you both.

The opening title sequence of Star Wars starts playing and silence falls over your cousins for the first time since you got there.

Absent-mindedly, Chan’s fingers lightly brush over the skin of your exposed shoulder from behind you. They trace small shapes lightly.

You can’t even focus on the movie in front of you, Chan’s touch is too distracting.

Your sister and her fiance sat on the other side of you. She leaned over and whispered in your ear about twenty minutes into the movie.

“You can cuddle with your boyfriend, you know.”

A flush crawls up your neck. “Yeah, of course I know that. I just didn’t want to–”

Chan must’ve heard her, his hand closes over your shoulder and brings you closer to him. Your body turns into his, head tucked underneath his chin. His body warmth seeps into you as soon as you press into him.

The cherry on top is when he presses a kiss to the crown of your hair before resting his chin on top of your head. A shockwave of goosebumps ripples through your body.

Thinking you were chilly, Chan wraps his other arm around you and holds you even closer.

Well, if he’s playing the part.

You intertwine your legs with his underneath the blanket. His heart jumps in his chest and he has to fight the urge to press another kiss into your hair.

Chan knew he was pushing his luck with the first one, but it just felt so natural, he couldn’t help himself. Every single time the two of you touch, he instinctually takes it further into a romantic zone.

Previously, he would restrain himself from advancing these moments with you, but now? He doesn’t need to hold himself back. He can let his body react naturally.

The movie continues on, whenever a younger cousin would ask any questions about the movie, one of the older kids would answer.

Whenever Chan was the one to answer, his voice would rumble deep within his chest. The later it got, the raspier it sounded.

Throughout the movie, you both just got more and more tangled up underneath the blanket. You slid an arm around to rest your hand on Chan’s chest; fingers mindlessly playing with the fabric of his t-shirt.

Chan melted into your touch so easily.

In all the years you’ve been close friends, you’ve never been this level of a human pretzel while hanging out. He’s relishing every moment of it. Your shared body heat mingling is intoxicating to him.

He’s such a tactile person, physical touch is definitely his love language.

Chan can’t remember a time he was ever this cozy while watching a movie.

One of his hands moves from your shoulder and into your hair, running his fingers through the strands gently.

Every muscle in your body relaxes when he starts scratching at your scalp lightly. His soft exhales puff out on your head. Normally, this would bother you, but instead you find it soothing.

Both of you were fighting against your eyelids towards the end of the movie. The little kids fell asleep about ten minutes before the credits rolled.

Chan squeezes you tighter for a moment before whispering into your hair, “Time for bed.”

Your heart squeezes. “I gotta help get the little ones to bed.”

“I got it,” he answers. “Go wash up and get to bed. I’ll be downstairs in a few.”

Words can’t even describe how much your heart melts at his words.

Pull it together, Y/N. He’s your fake boyfriend for the week, remember? Not your real one.

It’s Chan – Bang Chan. The same guy who held your hair each time you drank yourself sick in college. The guy who camps out at your dining room table to work because he claims the Wi-Fi is better at your apartment.

Nevertheless, you peel yourself off of him, untangling your limbs and sitting up.

“You’re the best,” you say to him with a sleepy smile.

“I know.”

——————————————

Sunlight streams in through the bedroom window and the air conditioning unit continuously hums in the room.

A strong arm squeezing tighter around your body is what drags you out of dreamland.

A searingly hot body is pressed flush against the back of yours; legs tangled up, back to chest, soft exhales blowing into your hair lightly.

The haze of sleep still has your mind in its grip. All you know in that moment is that it’s so cozy, so warm, so nice that you can’t help but press your body backwards into that serene clasp.

The arm tightens again and brings you even closer.

A nose nuzzles further into the back of your head.

Chan, it’s Chan behind you.

You should care. You should be prying his arm off your waist and scooting over away from him.

But you don’t want to. It’s too nice.

It’s so peaceful, you’re about to drift back to sleep when the sound of two separate footsteps run towards your bedroom door.

They’re so loud, it rips you from sleep and you tense up, preparing for impact.

Your bedroom door is practically flung open.

Chan jolts against your body at the noise, his eyes snap open, arm tightening around you even more in a protective manner.

He has about two seconds to get his bearings before both cousins leap onto the bed, yelling at you both to wake up.

Chan releases you and turns over onto his back with a deep groan.

You groan and squint your eyes closed, bringing the covers up over your head.

“Noooo…” you moan out.

Chan laughs and grabs one little cousin closely, hugging her close to his chest. “Are you in here to sleep in bed with us? I sure hope so since it’s still soooo early.”

She giggles and tries to fight against his strong arms. “No!” she cackles. “You have to eat breakfast so we can go swimming down at the lake!”

Your other, more calm, cousin squirms underneath the covers and cuddles up to you. Slinging an arm around him, you keep your eyes closed and try to let your mind drift off again.

This is not the first time he’s done this, and it most likely will not be the last. It breaks your heart thinking about the year he feels like he’s too old to do this.

Chan is practically wrestling with your cousin next to you. She squeals when he turns on his side with her encased in his arms.

“Chaaan!” she giggles.

After a few moments, he lets her go and she clambers off the bed.

“Come on, Chan! Come sit next to me at breakfast!” She pulls on his hand closest to the edge of the bed.

He laughs and turns his head to look at you. You’re fast asleep again with your younger cousin asleep in your arms.

Chan’s heart slams against his ribcage and his stomach does a cartwheel.

Your sleeping face is so peaceful, and the way your little cousin has the same hair color as you had the cogs in his mind turning.

What if that was your kid in your arms, not just a cousin?

What if it was his?

His eyes flicker all over your face.

Something stirs in his mind, shooting down his spine. If it wasn’t for your other little cousin yanking on his arm over and over again, probably would’ve watched you for a few more moments, allowing his mind to roam into dangerous territory.

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“You’re staring.” Your aunt sits next to Chan with a plate full of food.

He’s camped out on the back porch of the cabin. It overlooks the wooden stairs that lead down to the dock hanging over the lake.

You’re lounging out on a floaty, pina colada in your hand– courtesy of him. He had walked it down to you only a few moments ago.

When it was announced that it was lunch time, you told Chan you wanted to work on your tan without worrying about your cousins splashing you every five seconds.

Maybe making you a frozen drink was just an excuse to see your face light up when he brought it to you. Maybe it was an excuse to watch the water droplets slide over your body up close.

Chan clears his throat and tears his eyes off your lazing form. Clearly, he’d been caught staring at your bikini clad form.

She nudges his arm playfully. “Don’t be embarrassed, it would be weirder if you didn’t stare, you know.”

Your family can be so crass sometimes.

Chan laughs and takes a bite of the sandwich on his plate. “It’s just nice to see her relaxing for once.”

“Has she been working herself into the ground again?”

“She never stops.”

Your aunt nods and looks back down at you before taking a bite of her own food. “Also helps that she looks good in that bathing suit.” She pauses. “Damn, your kids will be good looking.”

Chan chokes on his bite of food, his body jerks forward and he slams his fist into his chest to try and get it down.

Your aunt pats him on the back a few times, laughing at his expense.

“What?” She questions with an evil chuckle. “Don’t act like you haven’t thought about it.”

“We’ve only been together for three months,” he wheezes out, still hitting his chest. The clump of food is sitting in his throat.

“And?”

“It’s too early to think about stuff like that,” he lies through his teeth.

You’re not even his. You’re not. This week will end and you’ll have to go back to just being best friends.

He’ll have to pretend that he wasn’t fake sleeping for the last hour before you woke up just to have his arms around you for a little while longer.

“Please.” Your aunt rolls her eyes and goes back to her food when another family member joins the table.

Chan takes a long swig of water before letting his eyes flicker to you once more. Your free hand hangs down in the water, head tilted back to dip into the cool lake, exposing your long, beautiful neck.

In his swim trunks, his cock twitches and he takes an even bigger drink of water.

——————————————

The torture continues endlessly for the two of you.

It’s the fourth night when it’s just you and Chan left awake.

Rain is pouring against the windows outside, the fireplace is lit, TV playing something in the background.

“I’m never going to get to bed.”

“I told you that you shouldn’t have had coffee with dessert,” you tease Chan, nudging his arm.

“Your uncle offered me a cup and I panicked.”

“You don’t even like coffee.”

“I know!” He whined.

You laugh at his expense. “Come on,” you tug on his arm. “You promised you would play pool with me.”

“When did I say that?”

“Literally this morning!”

“Fine, fine.”

He allows you to pull him off the couch with a dorky smile on his face. He loves giving you a hard time for no reason at all.

The pool table sat in the front room, just a few steps away from your bedroom.

Every time the two of you had gone to play pool, other family members would get in the way and pull one of you two in another direction.

Tonight was really the first night you both had to yourselves.

“You break,” you tell him once everything is set up. He nods and lines up his shot. After a second, he hits the cue ball perfectly into the cluster and all the balls scatter along the table, but nothing sinks into the pocket.

“Pity,” you tease him.

“Pity,” he repeats, mocking your tone.

Laughing, you bend over and line up your own shot. From across the table, Chan watches your form bend over, his lip pulling between his teeth mindlessly.

You hit the ball and sink one in.

With a cheer on the quieter side, you look at him with a smirk. He rolls his eyes playfully as you line up another shot.

The game continues just like this for a bit. Both of you going back and forth, missing most shots, but also nailing some good ones.

You’re tied at the end, racing to try and sink the 8-ball before the other person.

Leaning over the table right in front of him, you try and set up your aim.

“Wait,” Chan says quietly before you can pull the pool stick back to take your shot.

He leans down over you, pressing his back into yours, arms coming around you. He guides your aim to hit the cue ball differently.

The entire time, your heart rate is increasing exponentially.

“Just a bit more to the left,” he whispers in your ear. Chills rip down your body and you gulp. His voice sounds so low and sensual.

His hand over yours adjusts with tiny, miniscule movements. He keeps changing the aim a bit to the left, then a bit to the right, like he’s prolonging the contact.

Behind you, his hips are pressed into yours. It’s taking every ounce of willpower and control for him not to get hard in his sweats.

Especially, since in this position, he potentially could–

“Pull back,” he rasps. You follow his instructions immediately. He helps guide the pool stick back, hesitating for a moment. His chest inflates with a deep breath.

He breathes in the smell of your shampoo.

“Shoot,” he exhales.

With his guidance, you both shoot the ball, standing up quickly to watch it bounce off the 8-ball and then sinking into the corner pocket.

You cheer and jump up, turning around to face him directly.

“Take that!”

When you turned to face him, he hadn’t backed away yet. You’re practically nose to nose with Chan. A gasp catches in your throat from his proximity.

And yet, he still doesn’t back away. He continues to stare at you, his eyes dart from yours, down to your lips, then back up to your eyes again.

“Y/N,” he breathes out.

You swallow nervously and hold his eye contact.

Chan’s jaw clenches once, his hands ball into fists at his sides. Every single ounce of constraint is being tested within his body right now.

Cracks are going up the dam of his self control.

You’re not moving away; why aren’t you moving away from him?

He watches your eyes flicker down to his lips once and that’s all it takes for his mind to snap.

Chan lunges forward, grabbing your face with both of his hands and smashing your lips together. You let out a surprised noise against his mouth, your pool stick clattering to the ground.

Every bit of pent up aggression from the last few days is poured into the first kiss.

His hands aren’t on your face for long. He can’t keep still, sliding them all over your body; into your hair, down your sides, grabbing your hips, he’s everywhere.

“Fuck,” he growls against your lips. “Fuck, I’m sorry, Y/N. Shit.”

Even though he’s apologizing, he can’t stop himself. He can’t stop slotting his lips over yours, devouring your very being.

Chan’s eyebrows are pinched together painfully. He’s pinning your body against the pool table with his hips.

You grab at his shirt and pull him closer.

“Shut up,” you say in between heated kisses.

“But I–”

“Shut up.” Your tongue runs over his bottom lip and his mind whites out. Every rebuttal fell from his mind, through the floor and into the Earth.

You wrap your arms around his neck, bringing his face even closer to yours as he licks into your mouth. With each turn of your heads, your noses brush against one another.

Chan runs his hands down your body and grabs underneath your thighs, picking you up and placing you on the pool table.

Your legs part and he stands in between them, never leaving your lips once.

As he runs his hands up your legs, he squeezes your bare thighs every few inches. It makes your core clench and body tingle.

Your fingers run up through his hair, grabbing tightly and pulling. Chan moans into your mouth and moves his hands to grab at your waist, fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt.

“Chan,” you whisper on his lips. He responds with a grunt. “Need you.”

God.

His hands fly to your legs again, grabbing you by the knees, he yanks your hips forward. Your clothed core comes into direct contact with his erection.

“I can give you exactly what you need, baby.” he nips your lip with his teeth. “I can take good care of you, yeah?”

Trailing his fingers up, he toys with the waistband of your shorts. At the same time, he moves his kisses down your neck. You tilt your head back to give him more access.

“Wanna take these off, babygirl?” he moans when you roll your hips into his.

“Yes, please.” you hiss in response.

Lifting your hips, he grabs the fabric and slides it down your legs, tossing them onto the floor with the forgotten pool stick.

Kisses trail lower and lower down your neck as he lowers to the ground.

Chan pulls away to kneel onto the ground.

His eyes are heated and strong when they meet yours. A dark scarlet color covers his cheeks and down his neck, disappearing into his sleeveless shirt.

Both of his hands grab at your thighs when he looks down at your glistening cunt. You’re absolutely soaking wet by now.

Since the moment he helped you line up your shot, you felt your panties dampening.

Wasting no time, Chan leans forward and runs his tongue from the bottom of your slit all the way up to the top, swirling around your clit and sucking gently.

Your hand flies up to cover your mouth, the other rests on the table behind you to keep your balance.

He repeats the action again, this time with more fervor and you squint your eyes shut, head tossing back from the pleasure that rips down your spine like a zipper.

Chan’s hands tighten around your thighs, eyes staring up at you and studying each reaction closely.

You taste so fucking good. He can’t get enough of you. His tongue greedily scoops up your juices, licking around your clit to feel you grind into his face.

His cock throbs with each moan, each whine that makes it through your fingers held tightly over your mouth.

After one long suck on your clit, Chan dips his tongue inside you, licking at your walls. Your eyes roll back into your head, the hand over your mouth flies down to grip at his hair.

He can’t help but smirk into your folds.

Every single moan is music to his ears.

Slowly, he inches his fingers over and when he moves his tongue up to your clit, he slides a finger into you, immediately curling it up to hit that spongy spot inside you.

“Jesus fuck–!” you cry out as quiet as you can manage.

It doesn’t slip your mind that you’re quite literally in a house full of relatives who could wake up and come into the front room at any moment and see the two of you.

But the fear just adds an extra layer of arousal to you.

“Does that feel good, babygirl?” Chan mutters into your cunt. “Does it feel good to have my fingers inside you?”

He thrusts his finger in and out slowly, those brown eyes studying you like a predator studies prey.

You bite your lip, eyes closed, and nod your head.

Chan adds a second finger and your head tosses back again. He can feel you clench down hard on his fingers when he licks your clit in long, even strokes.

A thin sheen of sweat covers your body.

“Chan,” you whine.

“Yeah, baby?” he teases, licking up slowly, the pace of his fingers is equally as slow. But, regardless of the pace, he’s still coaxing you towards the edge of an orgasm. It’s building slowly, you can feel it in the pit of your stomach.

“Shit,” you buck your hips into his face when he does one particularly hard thrust.

“Use your words, little girl.” He bites your thigh and then goes back to your folds. You clench around him hard at the name.

How are you supposed to use your words when your voice keeps getting caught in your throat? When every time you think you can open your mouth, a sultry moan tumbles out.

“N-Need you,” you manage to strain out.

A devilish smile pulls at his lips. He begins to thrust faster with his fingers, licking your clit quicker.

“Need me?” He asks in between licks. “You need me?”

Veins are popping in your neck from straining to keep your voice down.

“Yes, fuck!” You hiss out. “ I need you.”

In between his legs, Chan can feel his cock weeping with precum. His mind is so clouded with lust he can barely think straight.

Desperately, he wishes that you didn’t have to keep your voice down. He wants to make you scream.

Faster and faster he thrusts and licks at your soaking cunt, greedily tasting your juices.

Your thighs twitch on either side of his head the closer you get to your orgasm.

“Chan,” you grab his attention by yanking on his hair. He grunts and looks up at you through his lashes, lips still devouring you. “Inside, inside. I need your cock inside me.”

Your words go straight to his dick, he licks at your cunt a few more times before standing to his feet quickly to lock your lips together, fingers still buried inside you.

When you taste your own slick on his tongue, your eyes roll back in your head and you clench around him. Chan smirks into the kiss, curling his fingers up.

He’s relentless. Tongue sliding over yours, moans being eaten up by a greedy mouth while his fingers fuck into you.

With more strength than you thought you had, you pry Chan’s lips off yours by pulling his hair back.

“If you don’t fuck me in the next thirty seconds, I’ll pin you down and ride you until your cock can’t cum anymore.”

An exhale is punched from his chest. His mind whites out. Chan’s mouth drops open and his fingers stutter within you.

Did you really just say that? That sounds like a fucking dream.

“Babygirl,” he growls darkly. “You have no idea what you’re asking for.”

Your eyes darken and you pull his hair again. “Fuck me until I can’t walk, Chris.”

Chan rips his fingers out of your cunt, grabs both of your hips and roughly pulls you off the pool table.

He fists a hand in the back of your hair and spins you around, shoving your head down, bending you over completely.

You’re lucky you had half a mind to put your arms out to rest your weight on your elbows.

Using his one foot, he knocks the inside of yours outwards to spread your legs even more.

“Fucking look at that,” he marvels, running his free hand up your ass and kneading a handful. After a second he reels back and brings his hand down with a painful smack.

Your one hand flies to your mouth to cover the squeak that you make.

“Bent over, soaking wet cunt just fucking waiting to take my cock.” His hand tightens in your hair. The other hand rips his sweatpants down to take his cock out. “What a good girl you are.”

Chan can’t remember a time he’s ever been this hard.

Casting a look over your shoulder, you look back at Chan. His eyes are blown out, lip pulled in a sneer as he fists his cock, staring directly at your fluttering walls clench around nothing.

“You wanna fill me up, Channie?”

His eyes snap up to yours with a predator-like stare. His hand stops pumping his own cock, hell, he even stops breathing.

Chan’s jaw clenches, every ounce of self control is being drained. How much more of this can he fucking take before he passes out?

“What?” His voice is so strained and hoarse.

Your eyes narrow and you wiggle your hips tauntingly. “Come on, Chan.”

Chan’s eyes darken. He fists your hair and shoves your face down on the table and slams his cock inside you.

Your mouth stretches open in a silent scream, but you don’t let the noise make it out of your body.

Chan’s eyes roll to the back. You feel so fucking good.

“Holy shit.” He moans out. “Jesus fuck you’re so fighting tight.”

He wastes no time, pulling his cock out to slam back inside you. Your back arches and hips press into his to meet his thrust.

Each sharp wave of pleasure shoots down your legs and into your toes.

Small gasps and whines make their way through your lips.

Chan leans down, yanking your hair back to pick your head up slightly. His face comes down next to yours.

“You like this, yeah?” He whispers harshly. Thrust after thrust slams against your cervix. “You like when it’s rough?”

Closing your eyes tightly, you keep your mouth shut, trying to nod with his hand so tightly wound in the crown of your hair.

“Better be quiet, then. Don’t want someone coming out and seeing you look like a cum hungry, whore.”

Over and over again he fucks into you.

After one harsh thrust, your mouth drops open and before you can moan loudly, Chan’s free hand covers your mouth tightly.

“Feels that good to have my cock inside you, huh? Can’t control that pretty mouth, you’re so fucked out.”

You whine and nod again. Nails digging into the felt of the pool table underneath you.

Hot, white pleasure is coursing through your veins. You’ve never been fucked like this in your life.

Chan leans down more and bites at the side of your neck, lapping at the skin and leaving small marks that will fade by the morning.

“You’re fucking lucky you have to be in a bathing suit in front of your family tomorrow. Otherwise I would leave my fucking mark all over you.” He bites, but doesn’t suck. “Make sure everyone knows you’re mine.”

Another whine is stopped by his hand.

“I have a better idea, babygirl.” He bites your earlobe, pace slowing down within you. Instead, he thrusts deeper, you can practically feel him within your gut. “I’m going to do exactly what you said, yeah? Fill you up? Make that pussy sloppy with my fucking load.”

Your hips jerk back into his to try and encourage him to pick up the pace. Chan only tightens his hold in your hair.

“You’re going to take whatever I give you, every last fucking drop. Even after I pull out, I’ll stuff you with my fucking fingers so nothing gets wasted.”

Arching your back, you press into him more.

“You want that, huh?” He growls, biting your ear. His pace picks up gradually, each thrust rougher and faster than the last. “You want my seed inside you?”

You nod pathetically.

“You want me to fuck a baby into you?”

His thrusts start growing erratic.

You never expected him to be this talkative during sex. But he hasn’t shut up once.

Another nod accompanied with a whine comes from you. You’re absolutely drowning in pleasure.

“Gunna carry my kids, got the fucking perfect hips for it, yeah? You’ll look so fucking hot all pregnant with our kids. Fuck.”

He’s so lost and fucked out, he can’t stop his mouth from running, spewing all his fantasies.

Moving his hand from your mouth, he trails it down to grab at your throat.

“Chan!” You moan out, licking your dry lips.

“Can feel you clenching, babygirl. You gonna cum for me? Gunna cream on my cock? Suck up my cum and hold onto it with this tight fucking pussy?”

“Yes yes yes yes.” You pant over and over again. “Kiss me, kiss me, please”

When you turn your head, your lips smash together.

The coil in your gut is seconds from snapping.

You bite Chan’s lip and pull back.

“Fuck me full, daddy.”

Every muscle in his body tensed and his thrusts turn into something animalistic. The hand in your hair is so tight your scalp is screaming.

“Say it again.”

“Fu-huck,” is all you’re able to manage.

“Say it again.” He barks in your ear. You’re not going to be able sit down tomorrow.

“Daddy.”

A bite to your neck.

“Again.”

“Daddy! Fuck me, daddy!”

“Holy shit.” He whines in your ear. Hearing you say that makes him feel fucking insane. His body is acting on its own.

With a few more thrusts both of you are thrown over the edge at the same time. Your cunt clenching around him so tight, Chan can barely breathe.

His cock spurts and sprays within you, painting your walls white.

Every single sensation feels so good you think you leave for body for a few minutes. Your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks.

His entire body is wrapped around yours. Grunts in your ear keep you grounded.

You feel so full.

Chan came inside you so much that it’s leaking out and dripping down the inside of your legs.

He pants heavily into your ear.

Releasing your neck, he lovingly runs his hand down your side, caressing your hip, massaging circles into the bone.

His hand slides around and cups your lower stomach tenderly.

Slowly, he unwinds his hand from your hair, kissing at the roots he’s been relentlessly pulling on. He scratches and rubs at your scalp to ease the ache.

But still, he hasn’t pulled out.

Chan kisses the top of your head and down to your face, kissing the cheek he’s able to reach.

You can’t catch your breath.

“Y/N,” he whispers into your hair.

You hum back to him, eyes still closed in bliss.

“I love you.”

Your heart jumps in your chest, Chan feels you clench around him.

“I love you too.” It falls from your lips so easily, like it’s been sitting there for so long, just waiting to be heard.

Both of your heads turn to kiss one another.

It’s so ungodly sweet for the events that just took place minutes ago.

His lips are so soft and plush, especially from being swollen from your steamy kisses.

Inside you, you can feel his cock twitch. Is he…?

Breathlessly, you pull away from his sweet kiss.

“Are you still hard?” you pant.

Sheepishly, he smiles and ruts into you. A moan catches in your throat.

“Babygirl, I’ve been waiting for so long to fuck you. It’s going to take a few times before I’m ready to call it a night.”

Don't Let Me Go

I'm not going to say anything bc I want it to be a full surprise ehehehehehehehehehehehe I will give you a song rec tho WC: 630 Song rec: Don't Let Me Go - Cigarettes After Sex

"Hey, Chris..." You speak out to him as he holds you tightly. He simply hums back to you. "Can you never let me go? Like. Ever?"

Your boyfriend chuckles lightly. "I will never ever let you go. I swear."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

"Pinky promise?"

Chan chuckles a little louder this time before hooking his pinky finger with your much smaller one. "Pinky promise." Even stamping it with kissed thumbs.

"Till the flowers no longer bloom and the sun no longer shines. I will forever be yours and you will forever be mine." You both say in unison. It was like a vow made between the two of you.

His lips softly capture yours. You slowly let out a sigh of relief. This was all you ever wanted for the years to come.

After you finally pulled away, your breathing slowed and your eyes began to droop. Chan couldn't help but stroke the hair behind your head.

"I'm tired now, Channie." You softly spoke to him. He continued stroking your hair. "Then why don't you rest now, yeah?" He replied. "I'm tired but I don't want to fall asleep yet."

Chan kissed the top of your head and pulled you a little closer. "I'll be here when you wake up so just give yourself some rest now."

"Okay..."

It was said only slightly over a whisper before you nodded off to sleep.

Bang Chan looked down at your sleeping figure with a gentle smile. The tears began clouding his vision as your heart moniter went off. Both of you already saw this coming so you spent your last moments with him. He stayed by your side since you were terrified of needles and the treatment process. But he still lost you.

The doctors quickly rushed in, a few nurses attempting to take Chan out the room. But he couldn't bear to leave you. He had promised that he'd never let go. Your hand was still warm. You'd wake up. Your hand still gripped his tightly.

"Sir, you're going to have to leave. The patient is in critical condition and we need to operate immediately." He pushed back against them. "I already promised her I won't let go! I won't disturd you guys. I just... I just... I just need to stay by her side to make sure she's okay...." He started yelling but his voice softly died down.

He could practically hear your voice telling him to stay and not to leave him in this big scary room with all these strangers all alone. But he didn't really have a choice.

"Our hospital staff will be sure to make sure Ms. L/n is safe. So please step outside of the room sir."

With that, he finally let go of your hand, breaking the promise he had made with you only minutes ago. ~~~ Your boyfriend stood over your casket, gripping you hand tightly, and crying to his heart's content.

"Didn't you say that you'll love me forever. 'Till the flowers no longer bloom and the sun no longer shines. I will forever be yours and you will forever be mine.'" He quoted. "Was that all a lie!? Why aren't you telling me that it's fine and you're alright. W-why aren't you here..?"

The rest of the guest also cried. Your mother sat in the front row unable to contain her sobs. Chan could only break down. Now on his knees as he cried hysterically.

"I'm sorry, y/n. I didn't mean to yell at you. I just miss you. I didn't mean to break our promise. I just want you to come back. Please? I promise I'll be better."

"Till the flowers no longer bloom and the sun no longer shines. I will forever be yours and you will forever be mine."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I'm sorry, everyone. Don't hate me🤧 I just had this thought while watching the 14th ep of Doom At Your Service. It rly isn't my fault. I love you all!!!!

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fic type: head cannon (comedy/crack)

word count: 1.4k

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Nothing I Wouldn't Do ~ Bang Chan

Pairing: Bang Chan x reader (gender not specified)

Genre: Boyfriend au | Fluff | Established Relationship with Chan | Shower talk | Comforting Away a bad day at work | Tiny bit of Angst

Content Warnings: 18+ Mentions of being fired | Mentions of bullying | Chan and reader are naked in the shower together, but it is completely innocent | Pet names: baby, my love, koala | A little praising, a lot of comfort | body worshipping? Chan just loves the reader and wants to take away their stress. (let me know if I missed anything)

Word Count: 2K

A/N: Firstly again I am so sorry for the delay! Secondly this was written while I may or may not have been tipsy so fingers crossed I didn't get too caught up in my feels and make it too mushy 😅 Soft Chan is definitely my weakness! I hope you enjoy and let me know what you think! 💕

Today had been such a long exhausting day and as you stepped out of the elevator to your apartment complex and rounded the corner, you felt relief wash over you as your apartment front door came into view.

You had kept it together this whole time. You hadn’t broken. Even when you bravely stood up to your senior manager, addressing his targeted bullying to your co-worker, not when that same manager fired you on the spot using your recent performance as an excuse on top of this outbreak in behaviour and not even when you collected your things in silence while the same co-worker you defended watched you walk out the office doors without even so much as a thank you for defending them.

You had made it all the way home, through the front door of your apartment and to the doorway of your kitchen without breaking down, but when your eyes landed on your boyfriend Chan who had come home early from work, standing with his back to you working away in front of the stove, you felt tears sting behind your eyelids.

Chan was talking to you, probably heard you enter the keycode and walk in, but you couldn’t make out what he was saying. Maybe it was a ‘hello baby, how was work?’ or something like how your usual conversation went once you were reunited at night-time. Although you were normally captivated by Chan’s honey like voice that seemed to draw you in the more he rambled on, you couldn’t seem to focus on the words leaving his lips.

All you could hear was the harsh words of your senior manager, yelling in your face as he fired you. Before you knew it, you were pressed up against Chan’s back with your arms wrapped around his frame from behind as you buried your face into his sculpted back, fresh hot tears spilling out of your eyes and deep guttural sobs echoing out of your lungs.

Upon your outburst Chan stilled completely in surprise, not expecting you to come home in this state. Once his brain had registered your broken cries, and the wetness that had begun to soak through his thin t-shirt, he turned whatever he was cooking on the stove out, placing a lid over the pot and moving it away from the once active hotplate.

He spun around slowly in your hold, readjusting your arms to move them around his neck so he could pull you into his chest and you felt his lips put a few kisses into the side of your head.

He didn’t speak for a while, listening to your sobs, knowing that all you needed in this moment was his arms wrapped securely around you and his stable breathing accompanied by the comfort of the rise and fall of his chest against yours.

After your sobs died down and your breathing had begun to match Chan’s, he pulled away from you slightly enough to bring his hands up to cup your cheeks and gently rub away at your tears mixed with snot. You could only imagine the mess of your face and hair that he was presented with.

“My precious baby” Chan frowned taking in your miserable and exhausted expression, “do you want to talk about it now? Or did you want to talk about it later?” He asked continuing to wipe away at the tears under your eyes.

“Later.” You mumbled quietly trying to sniffle away your sadness.

Chan dropped his hands from caressing your cheeks to fall onto the tops of your arms to rub up and down in comforting strides.

“Do you want a shower or bath today baby?” Chan questioned as he manoeuvred you backwards, bending down and scooping you up to place you on top of the empty kitchen island counter behind you.

You instinctively opened your legs so Chan could stand in between them, looking at you now almost face to face, you could see the concern pooling in his brown eyes as he stared at you intently waiting for your response.

You let out a breathy sigh and mumbled, “A shower please.”

“Always so sweet.” Chan praised with a small smile giving your thighs a squeeze, before moving his hands up to rest on your hips, “Can I shower with you? Would you let me look after you?”

Chan knew he didn’t have to ask this as you always loved Chan taking care of you, just as much as you liked taking care of Chan, but he liked to ask anyway.

You both had that personality, the nurturing kind where you wanted to aid and assist each other in any way you could. It had taken a while for you both to adjust to having someone else take care of you in the beginning of your relationship, but it was now a natural switch when one of you needed care more than the other and you had both learnt to give in and accept the help when offered.

You slowly nodded your head in response and Chan frowned at your lack of words but didn’t push it any further. Instead, Chan ran his hands down the backs of your legs and positioned them around his waist, his hands then came back to their place on your hips and he held on tight looking back into your eyes with a cheeky grin.

“Climb on koala.” Chan smiled pulling you into him effectively lifting you again from the counter.

You let out a giggle as you wrapped yourself around him, holding on tight as he carried you towards the bathroom.

“There is my favourite sound, wish I could record it and put it in one of my tracks one day.” Chan mused into your ears as the grip he had on your waist tightened making you feel secure in his embrace.

At first you hated Chan carrying you around, but he insisted it was easy to do and he enjoyed being able to sweep you off your feet. Now he did it quite frequently to the point you now loved it.

His words made your heartbeat faster and you let out another shyer giggle as he reached the bathroom, and he lowered you back down onto your feet.  

Chan moved over to the shower turning it on and signalled over to you to start undressing.

You would feel insecure being bare in front of Chan, but he left no room for you to doubt yourself anymore, his love always overflowing and never faltering. Chan always left you wondering if you could possibly love him anymore than you already did, and yet with every kiss, and every sweet spoken word he reminds you, your love for him is endless.

Once the water was warm enough, Chan moved aside letting you step by him, taking your hand to keep you steady and you stepped into the shower.

The warm water hitting your skin, had you closing your eyes at the instant relaxation it brought to your body. Moving forward under the stream, tilting your head forward you let the water hit the back of your neck.

You were so caught up in the relaxing feel of the water, you didn’t notice Chan strip and join you in the shower until his hands were back in their place on your hips bringing you back into his bare chest, so your back was flush against his chest and the water now hitting your chest.

“Tell me about your day while I clean you up?” Chan offered with a low voice against your ear, and you smiled upon hearing his voice so close.

You let out a long sigh, “I don’t even know where to begin.”

“Anywhere, I’ll piece it together.” Chan said confidentially as you felt him lather soap into your back, rubbing circles and massaging out the knots into your shoulders as he cleaned you.

“Well, I got fired today.” You hissed out through gritted teeth, opting to start at the end.

You felt Chan seize all movement temporarily as he processed the information you’d given him, before he continued with his half massaging half cleaning motions.

“I’m sorry to hear my love, what happened?” He asked softly.

You took in a deep breath as he kneaded at a tighter knot, “My senior manager…” You began, but Chan interrupted,

“The one I don’t like?” He asked for clarity.

You giggled at his question, “Yes, the one you don’t like. He was bullying one of my co-workers, I tried to ignore it to begin with, even tried to make excuses for it, but I couldn’t just stand there and let it continue. So, I confronted him…and well…he fired me on the spot and tried to blame it on my performance.”

“That asshole.” Chan cursed from behind you, taking hold of your shoulders so he could turn you around to face him.

“Tell me about it.” You agreed frowning, feeling tears prick behind your eyes at the memory of today’s earlier events.

“Surely he can’t just fire you like that; do you want me to fight him?” Chan half serious half joking as he raised his fists and waved them around like he was preparing to box.

Chan had sensed talking seriously about what had occurred was only making you upset again, so he tried his best to make you smile, which you did.

You reached up and took hold of his fists in your hands holding them up to your lips, “As much as I would love to see that, he isn’t worth it.” You spoke into his fists pressing light kisses as Chan smiled down at you, a genuine smile that revealed his dimples and only brought a brighter smile to your own face.

“Don’t worry about work, you’ll easily get another job elsewhere and until then I’ve got you covered.” Chan asserted using his hand to caress your cheek and tilt you head up at him.

“I have some savings set aside Chan, there’s no need.” You reassured him gazing up at him lovingly. Although his offer was sweet, there was no need for him to pay for you until you got another job.

“You’re right, I don’t need to, I want to. And anyway, why should you use your savings because that dick unrightfully fired you?” Chan explained wrapping his arms around you again and stepping forward to bring you both under the stream of water, rinsing away the soap that Chan had scattered all over your body.

You smiled sadly up at Chan and leaned forward pressing your lips against his, appreciative for the way he always knew exactly what to say.

Chan leaned into the kiss eager to get your mind off the awful day at work, moving his lips perfectly against yours from the years of practice and experience with you.

You both accidentally moved too close to the stream, and both got a face full of water as a result causing you both to snap away from each other laughing it off.

Chan’s laughing died down as he stared lovingly into your eyes, regaining his seriousness in his gaze and his tone matched his serious expression, “You didn’t deserve what happened today baby, and I’m proud of you for standing up for what is right.”

Your expression softened as you looked deeply into his eyes, feeling your heart explode from how full of love Chan made it.

“Thank you, Channie for…everything.” You said gratefully moving back into his space to wrap your hands around his neck and rest your forehead against his, letting the stream of water soak the back of your head.

“You don’t ever need to thank me Y/N, there is nothing I wouldn’t do for you.” He smiled fondly closing his eyes in content as he let his hands fall back to their usual place around your waist holding you close.

Today had left you unsure of many things, but one thing you could never be unsure of was the love Chan held for you and the love you would always return for him.

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Nothing I Wouldn't Do ~ Bang Chan

"You are suddenly fired by your senior manager when you stand up to them for bullying your co-worker. You manage to hold it together until you get home to Chan, who instantly does anything he can to take care of you and bring you comfort."

Pairing: Bang Chan x reader (gender not specified)

Genre: Boyfriend au | Fluff | Established Relationship with Chan | Shower talk | Comforting Away a bad day at work | Tiny bit of Angst

Content Warnings: Mentions of being fired | Mentions of bullying | Chan and reader are naked in the shower together, but it is completely innocent | Pet names: baby, my love, koala | A little praising, a lot of comfort | body worshipping? Chan just loves the reader and wants to take away their stress. (let me know if I missed anything)

Word Count: 2K

A/N: Firstly again I am so sorry for the delay! Secondly this was written while I may or may not have been tipsy so fingers crossed I didn't get too caught up in my feels and make it too mushy 😅 Soft Chan is definitely my weakness! I hope you enjoy and let me know what you think! 💕

Today had been such a long exhausting day and as you stepped out of the elevator to your apartment complex and rounded the corner, you felt relief wash over you as your apartment front door came into view.

You had kept it together this whole time. You hadn’t broken. Even when you bravely stood up to your senior manager, addressing his targeted bullying to your co-worker, not when that same manager fired you on the spot using your recent performance as an excuse on top of this outbreak in behaviour and not even when you collected your things in silence while the same co-worker you defended watched you walk out the office doors without even so much as a thank you for defending them.

You had made it all the way home, through the front door of your apartment and to the doorway of your kitchen without breaking down, but when your eyes landed on your boyfriend Chan who had come home early from work, standing with his back to you working away in front of the stove, you felt tears sting behind your eyelids.

Chan was talking to you, probably heard you enter the keycode and walk in, but you couldn’t make out what he was saying. Maybe it was a ‘hello baby, how was work?’ or something like how your usual conversation went once you were reunited at night-time.

Although you were normally captivated by Chan’s honey like voice that seemed to draw you in the more he rambled on, you couldn’t seem to focus on the words leaving his lips.

All you could hear was the harsh words of your senior manager, yelling in your face as he fired you. Before you knew it, you were pressed up against Chan’s back with your arms wrapped around his frame from behind as you buried your face into his sculpted back, fresh hot tears spilling out of your eyes and deep guttural sobs echoing out of your lungs.

Upon your outburst Chan stilled completely in surprise, not expecting you to come home in this state. Once his brain had registered your broken cries, and the wetness that had begun to soak through his thin t-shirt, he turned whatever he was cooking on the stove out, placing a lid over the pot and moving it away from the once active hotplate.

He spun around slowly in your hold, readjusting your arms to move them around his neck so he could pull you into his chest and you felt his lips put a few kisses into the side of your head.

He didn’t speak for a while, listening to your sobs, knowing that all you needed in this moment was his arms wrapped securely around you and his stable breathing accompanied by the comfort of the rise and fall of his chest against yours.

After your sobs died down and your breathing had begun to match Chan’s, he pulled away from you slightly enough to bring his hands up to cup your cheeks and gently rub away at your tears mixed with snot. You could only imagine the mess of your face and hair that he was presented with.

“My precious baby” Chan frowned taking in your miserable and exhausted expression, “do you want to talk about it now? Or did you want to talk about it later?” He asked continuing to wipe away at the tears under your eyes.

“Later.” You mumbled quietly trying to sniffle away your sadness.

Chan dropped his hands from caressing your cheeks to fall onto the tops of your arms to rub up and down in comforting strides.

“Do you want a shower or bath today baby?” Chan questioned as he manoeuvred you backwards, bending down and scooping you up to place you on top of the empty kitchen island counter behind you.

You instinctively opened your legs so Chan could stand in between them, looking at you now almost face to face, you could see the concern pooling in his brown eyes as he stared at you intently waiting for your response.

You let out a breathy sigh and mumbled, “A shower please.”

“Always so sweet.” Chan praised with a small smile giving your thighs a squeeze, before moving his hands up to rest on your hips, “Can I shower with you? Would you let me look after you?”

Chan knew he didn’t have to ask this as you always loved Chan taking care of you, just as much as you liked taking care of Chan, but he liked to ask anyway.

You both had that personality, the nurturing kind where you wanted to aid and assist each other in any way you could. It had taken a while for you both to adjust to having someone else take care of you in the beginning of your relationship, but it was now a natural switch when one of you needed care more than the other and you had both learnt to give in and accept the help when offered.

You slowly nodded your head in response and Chan frowned at your lack of words but didn’t push it any further. Instead, Chan ran his hands down the backs of your legs and positioned them around his waist, his hands then came back to their place on your hips and he held on tight looking back into your eyes with a cheeky grin.

“Climb on koala.” Chan smiled pulling you into him effectively lifting you again from the counter.

You let out a giggle as you wrapped yourself around him, holding on tight as he carried you towards the bathroom.

“There is my favourite sound, wish I could record it and put it in one of my tracks one day.” Chan mused into your ears as the grip he had on your waist tightened making you feel secure in his embrace.

At first you hated Chan carrying you around, but he insisted it was easy to do and he enjoyed being able to sweep you off your feet. Now he did it quite frequently to the point you now loved it.

His words made your heartbeat faster and you let out another shyer giggle as he reached the bathroom, and he lowered you back down onto your feet.  

Chan moved over to the shower turning it on and signalled over to you to start undressing.

You would feel insecure being bare in front of Chan, but he left no room for you to doubt yourself anymore, his love always overflowing and never faltering. Chan always left you wondering if you could possibly love him anymore than you already did, and yet with every kiss, and every sweet spoken word he reminds you, your love for him is endless.

Once the water was warm enough, Chan moved aside letting you step by him, taking your hand to keep you steady and you stepped into the shower.

The warm water hitting your skin, had you closing your eyes at the instant relaxation it brought to your body. Moving forward under the stream, tilting your head forward you let the water hit the back of your neck.

You were so caught up in the relaxing feel of the water, you didn’t notice Chan strip and join you in the shower until his hands were back in their place on your hips bringing you back into his bare chest, so your back was flush against his chest and the water now hitting your chest.

“Tell me about your day while I clean you up?” Chan offered with a low voice against your ear, and you smiled upon hearing his voice so close.

You let out a long sigh, “I don’t even know where to begin.”

“Anywhere, I’ll piece it together.” Chan said confidentially as you felt him lather soap into your back, rubbing circles and massaging out the knots into your shoulders as he cleaned you.

“Well, I got fired today.” You hissed out through gritted teeth, opting to start at the end.

You felt Chan seize all movement temporarily as he processed the information you’d given him, before he continued with his half massaging half cleaning motions.

“I’m sorry to hear my love, what happened?” He asked softly.

You took in a deep breath as he kneaded at a tighter knot, “My senior manager…” You began, but Chan interrupted,

“The one I don’t like?” He asked for clarity.

You giggled at his question, “Yes, the one you don’t like. He was bullying one of my co-workers, I tried to ignore it to begin with, even tried to make excuses for it, but I couldn’t just stand there and let it continue. So, I confronted him…and well…he fired me on the spot and tried to blame it on my performance.”

“That asshole.” Chan cursed from behind you, taking hold of your shoulders so he could turn you around to face him.

“Tell me about it.” You agreed frowning, feeling tears prick behind your eyes at the memory of today’s earlier events.

“Surely he can’t just fire you like that; do you want me to fight him?” Chan half serious half joking as he raised his fists and waved them around like he was preparing to box.

Chan had sensed talking seriously about what had occurred was only making you upset again, so he tried his best to make you smile, which you did.

You reached up and took hold of his fists in your hands holding them up to your lips, “As much as I would love to see that, he isn’t worth it.” You spoke into his fists pressing light kisses as Chan smiled down at you, a genuine smile that revealed his dimples and only brought a brighter smile to your own face.

“Don’t worry about work, you’ll easily get another job elsewhere and until then I’ve got you covered.” Chan asserted using his hand to caress your cheek and tilt you head up at him.

“I have some savings set aside Chan, there’s no need.” You reassured him gazing up at him lovingly. Although his offer was sweet, there was no need for him to pay for you until you got another job.

“You’re right, I don’t need to, I want to. And anyway, why should you use your savings because that dick unrightfully fired you?” Chan explained wrapping his arms around you again and stepping forward to bring you both under the stream of water, rinsing away the soap that Chan had scattered all over your body.

You smiled sadly up at Chan and leaned forward pressing your lips against his, appreciative for the way he always knew exactly what to say.

Chan leaned into the kiss eager to get your mind off the awful day at work, moving his lips perfectly against yours from the years of practice and experience with you.

You both accidentally moved too close to the stream, and both got a face full of water as a result causing you both to snap away from each other laughing it off.

Chan’s laughing died down as he stared lovingly into your eyes, regaining his seriousness in his gaze and his tone matched his serious expression, “You didn’t deserve what happened today baby, and I’m proud of you for standing up for what is right.”

Your expression softened as you looked deeply into his eyes, feeling your heart explode from how full of love Chan made it.

“Thank you, Channie for…everything.” You said gratefully moving back into his space to wrap your hands around his neck and rest your forehead against his, letting the stream of water soak the back of your head.

“You don’t ever need to thank me Y/N, there is nothing I wouldn’t do for you.” He smiled fondly closing his eyes in content as he let his hands fall back to their usual place around your waist holding you close.

Today had left you unsure of many things, but one thing you could never be unsure of was the love Chan held for you and the love you would always return for him.

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More Than Just Friends — b.chris

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➮ werewolf!Chris × f!Reader

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summary: Chris is a werewolf. His best friend is well aware of this. But what she doesn’t know is that during his heat, he often pictures pinning her down and breeding her. When she comes back home the day before his cycle is due to start, Chris finds it hard to not give into his urges when he smells she’s ovulating.

genres/themes/au: fluff, smut; supernatural and lycanthropic themes, f2l (gasp and they were roommates); non idol au, werewolf au

warnings: adult dialogue, female reader, alcohol consumption, Chris struggles with his horny thoughts and controlling his urges but can you blame the poor guy? Being in heat probably sucks when you aren’t getting laid 💀, sexual content (18+ mdni), see smut warnings under the cut!

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a/n: this was written partially for myself but also for my bestie, Sky. So you're welcome, bestie ily. We're nearing the end of this series so I'll take this time to announce that once I wrap up with Kinktober, the Tales from Camp Holiday Special will start back up with Jun and Vernon's part. If you’d like to sign up for the taglist, you can do so here. If you haven't read the first two installments, you can find those here. And if you have no idea what I'm talking about and read for SVT, you can read the OG Tales from Camp here! Thank you so much for reading and if you liked it, please consider supporting me on kofi (link on my pinned post) and reblogging or commenting! As always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only.

smut warnings: teratophilia (aka monsterfucking), unprotected sex (he’s a werewolf and he’s been dreaming about breeding his best friend. You don’t do that tho. You use protection), oral (both receiving), brat taming (f receiving), breeding, heat cycles, daddy kink, dom!Chris, sub!Reader, use of pet names (baby, babygirl, princess, etc), Chris is a very whipped man and loves Y/N very much. If I've missed anything, please let me know!

dialogue prompt: ❛ We’re not just friends and you fucking know it ❜

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Chris is normally a very patient man. He never rushes things, always preferring to take his time in everything he does. He’s always been able to keep his cool, even when things get… a little hairy. As a werewolf, he’s gotten pretty good at controlling his urges as well.

Chris can recall the exact moment everything changed. He can trace his werewolf lineage back to the Joseon period. He is descended from werewolves. There was no camping trip or fateful night where he was stalked and bitten or mauled by some wolf-man beast. 

He was born with his condition, the bloodline being passed down from father to son. The women in the family carried the gene but it was only dominant in males. Only males experienced the Change. Chris was around 11 or 12 when it first happened. He was sitting with some friends, playing video games in the basement when it happened.

He remembered the fever, the sweating, his vision blurring, and then everything went black. When he came to, it was the next morning and he was lying in bed, a cool towel on his forehead and the sun creeping into the room via his window. His mother, who had come to check on him and found him awake, called his father in and the both of them sat down and explained to Chris what was going on.

He was a werewolf. Of course, Chris didn’t understand but as the days turned into weeks, he started to notice the Change even more. His first full moon was approaching and he needed to prepare himself. He started to crave raw meat which his mother was able to provide in the form of rare steak. Chris had never eaten his steaks rare before that point.

Most of the changes were subtle and manageable. The big one was unavoidable. Chris’ first transformation was excruciating but he somehow managed to make it through to the morning and his father told him he had a month to recuperate before it happened again. Chris had hoped that was the end of the surprises but as he got closer to his second full moon, the heat started.

His father had mentioned it but the effects still caught him off guard. He was still only in the beginning stages of puberty so Chris still had a lot to learn about his own anatomy as well as his wolf side. His father assured him everything he was feeling was normal. Every male in the family had gone through this at some point in their lives.

As Chris got older, he was able to manage the changes but the one he still couldn’t seem to overcome other than his transformations was the heat. The intense arousal that seemed to take over all other senses. From sunup to sundown the entire week before his transformations. The urge to fuck anything with a pulse that smelled even remotely attractive.

It was agonizing.

It was worse when he started dating. Once a month, he had to close himself off from his girlfriend for a week. Most of his relationships ended because his partner couldn’t understand and how was he supposed to explain it? How could he explain that he was a werewolf? They’d laugh at him and call him crazy. No one other than his family would understand.

Or so he thought.

Chris was in college when he met you his sophomore year in his economics class. You’d come to class only a moment before the bell rang and despite plenty of seats to choose from, you picked the one next to him. Chris had tried to focus on the lecture but your perfume was enticing. He was close to his heat that day and having such a warm body that smelled as alluring as you did was a horrible combination for him.

He had missed a week of classes after that, emailing his professor who was all too aware of Chris’ nature and understood. Chris’ heat was more intense than any he’d experienced before and he couldn’t keep images of you, the sweet girl who sat next to him once, out of his mind. He hated himself for fantasizing about you, when he didn’t even know your name.

When he returned to class, you were there, in the same spot you’d been before. Chris took his seat in a different spot in an effort to avoid having to look at you for the week’s worth of shame he felt. After the lecture, Chris had hurried out of class to make way to the fitness center for his break between classes until he felt a gentle hand on his arm.

Turning around, he was met with the sight of your smiling face and enchanting scent. ‘Fuck.’

You explained how you noticed he was gone and took notes for him just in case he was sick and then proceeded to hand over a folder full of detailed notes from lectures for the entire week he missed. To say he was shocked was an understatement. Here was a girl who didn’t know his name and she managed to take not only her own notes and complete her own assignments but she took time out of each day to copy her own notes to give to him.

Who did that? Chris was a flabbergasted mess, blushing profusely as he tried to decline your more than generous offer but you didn’t take no for an answer. It was the start of something Chris would come to cherish more than anything else. An unlikely friendship.

Sophomore year at university ended and summer break came. Chris went home to visit his family but kept in touch with you. He wasn’t sure if things would remain the same come junior year but he was pleasantly surprised to walk into his first class of the semester to find you already seated towards the back and pulling out your laptop.

That year was full of study dates at the student cafe, attending football games and cheering for the other team since your university’s team sucked. The holidays brought with it snow and Chris decided to invite you to spend Christmas with his family after he learned yours was going overseas until after the New Year. The drive to Chris’ family home proved difficult as it was only a few days before his heat.

That was the year the truth came out. Chris finally told you everything. He was ashamed but you surprised him even more by accepting him and reminding him that there are some things he can’t control. Chris knew right then that you were going to be a constant in his life. He leaned more on you after that, feeling grateful for the little things you did for him.

Your bond and friendship was made stronger for it.

After graduating, Chris landed a job in the city and was excited when you said you’d be joining him. You both went apartment hunting, agreeing that sharing an apartment was more cost effective than getting two separate places. You both found the perfect one close to both your jobs and quickly settled into a routine. The real challenge came when Chris’ first heat rolled around.

He had a much harder time controlling his urges when you were constantly around and so for the first year, you would spend a week in a hotel but soon that proved to be more than your budget would allow. You were lucky to meet someone at work, a female coworker who understood more than anyone else since her own brother was also a werewolf and she had the room to let you stay for a week.

This had been your routine for the last three years.

“You got everything?” Chris called as you carried your bags out of your room and into the living room where he was sitting on the couch, playing a racing game, his headset resting around his neck. “Yeah,” you replied breathlessly. Chris paused the game and tilted his head back to look at you standing behind him. “You sure?” he asked.

It wasn’t unlike you to forget things and Chris knew this. There were more than a handful of times you’d left for work only to return a few minutes later because you forgot something. It was an endearing trait you had and Chris liked to tease you about it.

“Yes, dad,” you jokingly said, tousling his dark curls. The nickname was meant to be mocking and joking but it always made something stir in his stomach when you said it. Chris would never admit it, even if you were his best friend, but the thought of you calling him daddy lingered in his mind, even long after his heat had passed.

Likewise, you’d never admit it to him but you often thought about adding the extra syllable to the name, if only to see his reaction. Chris wasn’t aware of it but you knew all about his… inclination towards the title. He’d let it slip one night while you were drinking at home, celebrating a promotion with a couple bottles of wine.

[flashback]

“It’s not that bad!” you said in protest as Chris laughed harder, cheeks red from both the action and from the alcohol. “Honestly?” he asked, his laughter subsiding for only a moment. You nodded, your own cheeks warm. “Then it’s not really a degradation kink, is it?” Chris asked.

“It is! But it also feeds into my praise kink,” you said, your filter long gone as you raised your half empty bottle of wine to your lips. It was your second one and both you and Chris had agreed to forego the glasses, opting to drink straight from the bottles.

Chris’ laughter started up again. “Praise kink? Like ‘ oh wow, good job sucking dick?’” he asked through laughs. You narrowed your eyes. “No,” you retorted. “It’s more like ‘you’re doing so well,’ or ‘you take me so well,’” you explained. Chris cocked his head. “So if I were to call you a ‘good little slut’ that would do it for you?”

His question was meant to be curious but you couldn’t control the way your walls clenched around nothing. ‘Shit,’ you thought to yourself as you felt your core heat up, knowing it wasn’t entirely the alcohol’s fault.

There was no denying that your best friend was hot. He’d been hitting the gym since before you met and had probably one of the best bodies you’d ever seen. He was insanely attractive with his strong biceps, muscular thighs and well formed ass. The term cake didn’t even begin to cover it with Chris.

Not to mention those dark curls and dimples that had you weak the moment you met him all those years ago in college. You’d been smitten with him long before even learning his name. And as time went on, you just fell deeper and deeper in love with your best friend.

You couldn’t help it. He was everything you wanted in a man. He ticked every box on your list. He was attractive, funny, smart, kind, and he made you feel safe and secure. He gave the best hugs and he was the clingiest person you’d ever met but you wouldn’t change a single thing about him. Not even the werewolf side of him and the heat that kicked you out once a week.

“Yeah,” you said finally, grabbing the bottle of wine from him and taking a swig. Chris chuckled, shaking his head. “Ah, it’s not that bad,” he replied. “I like being called daddy so, who’s the real weirdo here?”

You froze mid sip, swallowing the wine thickly before your eyes settled on Chris who glanced back at you. “Daddy? Really?” you asked softly. He nodded as he reached for the bottle which you handed to him without a second thought. “Yeah. Weird, right?” he asked before taking a sip.

You leaned in, one hand resting on the back of the couch as you looked up into his face.

“Oh not at all,” you started as he brought the bottle down, resting it on his thigh. “Daddy.”

Chris’ eyes snapped up to meet yours, darkening slightly when he noticed the smirk on your face. The two of you stared at one another before he shook his head. “Don’t play with me,” he said, his voice thick. 

“You’re playing with fire.”

[present day]

The topic changed quickly after that and the next morning you woke with a headache and the knowledge that your best friend had a daddy kink. He of course didn’t remember a thing. Not the sultry stare off or how you almost made the mistake of kissing him that night.

“When are you leaving?” Chris asked, pulling you from your thoughts of the past. He’d taken your hand from his hair and was inspecting your palm, gently running the tips of his fingers over your skin. Something that normally calmed you down but with the memory fresh in your mind, it was having another effect on you entirely.

“Kara should be here soon,” you replied, gently pulling your hand from his grip and picking up your bags to move them towards the door. Chris said nothing, instead looking at the tv. 

He’d never admit it but he had half a mind to ask you not to go. To instead ask you to stay but he knew if you stayed, he’d be unable to control his urges. 

For the last year, he’d been having very intense fantasies about pinning you against the nearest surface and fucking you. Even worse, he had vivid fantasies of breeding you. About fucking you raw, knotting your warm cunt, and filling it with his hot cum.

The thought of his cock buried deep inside your walls as he emptied his balls and then his cock swelling so none of it could escape occupied his mind most of the time when his heat approached. The wolf in him wanted nothing more than to breed you, turn you into his little cum dumpster and pump you full of his cum, hoping it would take and get you pregnant.

Chris knew it was his animalistic instincts, wanting to mate and continue the bloodline. He’d been able to control these urges for the most part. He still masturbated to the thought of breeding you, hiding his shame for a few days. He knew it was wrong to fantasize about you like that but he also knew he couldn’t control what the wolf thought but he could control what he did physically.

“Now you’re sure you have everything?” he asked. You nodded, looking down at your bags. “I’m sure,” you replied. A buzzing interrupted you and you gave your roommate a sheepish smile, moving to answer the intercom. “Come on up,” you said, pressing the button when Kara identified herself.

Chris got up and walked over to the door. It only took a couple minutes for Kara to reach the door, knocking when she did. You opened it and smiled at her, having just finished putting your shoes on. “Hey,” you greeted your coworker who smiled back.

“All ready?” Kara asked. Chris watched as you nodded and started to lift your bags. Kara taking a couple of them. “I’ll see you in about a week,” you said, turning to Chris who stepped down into the entry, hands in his pockets. 

“There’s leftovers in the fridge, just reheat them. Do not cook,” you instructed and Chris rolled his eyes. “You act like I can’t cook,” he mused and you raised your brows. “Have you eaten anything you’ve ever made?” you asked, jokingly. Chris nudged you playfully.

“Make sure to drink water and please do not destroy anything,” you said, holding your hands together in a silent prayer. Chris rolled his eyes, pulling his hands from his pockets and pulled you into a hug, burying his face in your shoulder. “I’ll be fine,” he muttered.

Chris inhaled slowly. He loved the scent of your perfume. It was a scent he’d grown very fond of. His arms tightened around you. He didn’t want to let go. He didn’t want you to leave. He wanted you to stay but you both knew if you did, he might not be able to control himself.

“See you in a week,” you said softly, giving him a small squeeze. Chris reluctantly let go of you, forcing a smile when you pulled back to look at him. “Take care of her,” he said to Kara who sent him a sympathetic smile. “Of course,” she answered. “You take care of yourself too,” she added.

You grabbed the last bag, slinging it over your shoulder and looked back at Chris one last time, giving him an apologetic smile. He waved as you crossed the threshold into the hall and just like that you were gone for a week.

Another week of an empty apartment. Another week of hell without you.

Chris returned to his game, his heart not really in it as he half-assed his way through the campaign before logging off and shutting the tv down. He went to his room to try and get some work done but found that he couldn’t focus.

He was getting restless and he knew one of two things that could help.

He changed into some of his workout gear, grabbing his headphones, phone, and water bottle, and exited the apartment to head to the building’s gym. He usually could push through an hour workout and it usually managed to take the edge off.

He followed his usual routine, stretching, some light cardio followed by weights and then a walk to cool down. As he was on his walk, the door to the gym opened and another tenant came in. Chris had seen her before. She lived on the fourteenth floor. She had recently changed her hair from blonde to a medium brown with highlights. She had her hair pulled up into a ponytail and was dressed in a black sports bra and black leggings.

She looked up to where Chris was, smiling shyly at him as she made her way over to one of the bicycle machines. Chris returned the smile and looked down at the machine controls. He had about ten minutes left on his walk and then he could hit the showers and head back to his apartment and it would be dinner time.

He tried not to notice the scent of the other tenant’s perfume or the way he could smell  sweat starting to permeate the air. He closed his eyes, keeping his hands on the rails as he walked, willing time to move faster. ‘Eight minutes,’ he told himself, peeking at the timer.

He looked up and made eye contact with the woman who had gotten off the bicycle to fill her bottle. She was looking directly at him and Chris couldn’t control the way his body reacted. Heat radiated throughout his body, settling in the pit of his stomach, his dick twitching in his pants.

‘Come on,’ he scolded himself. ‘She’s looking at you. It’s not like she’s flirting. Calm the fuck down.’

Chris looked back up, finding she was still staring at him. ‘Shit.’ He glanced at the timer and saw he had five minutes left. ‘Fuck this. I’m done anyway,’ he told himself as he pushed the stop button. He couldn’t risk popping a boner in the gym simply because a woman looked at him.

He’d shower back at the apartment.

He sprayed a paper towel and quickly wiped down the machine before grabbing his things and heading for the door. He pushed open the door and exited quickly, heading to the elevator and pressing the call button. He waited, shifting from one foot to the other.

He could hear footsteps, and silently prayed for the elevator to arrive sooner. He let out a breath he forgot he was holding as the doors dinged and opened. He stepped into the small room, waving his card over the reader and pressing the button for his floor.

As the doors started to close, a hand shot out to stop them and Chris internally cursed as the woman stepped onto the elevator. He forced a smile, moving into the corner as she waved her card, pressing the button for the fourteenth floor.

The door slowly slid shut, closing them both in and Chris stared at the counter above the doors, ignoring the woman completely. Her floor would come before his. He just had to be patient.

“Hey,” a soft voice said and Chris knew she was speaking to him. He turned his head to find her looking at him. “Hi,” he replied. “I’ve seen you around a few times,” she said, a smile spreading across her face. Chris nodded. “I’ve lived here for a few years,” he admitted.

‘Come on, come on,’ he thought impatiently as the counter continued to rise. “I’m new to the area,” she said suddenly. “Are you from around here?” she asked. Chris nodded wordlessly, keeping his gaze on the numbers over the elevator doors.

“Maybe you could show me around some time,” she offered, moving closer. ‘Fuck,’ he cursed mentally. She was close enough that he could smell the arousal wafting off her. ‘No, no, no,’ he told himself. The moment her hand touched his arm, Chris jumped just as the doors opened on the thirteenth floor.

‘Fuck this’ he thought and pushed past as someone else stepped onto the elevator and he walked down the hall, heading for the stairwell. He’d rather walk than be trapped in a steel box with a horny woman this close to his heat.

Once he finally reached his floor, he made sure the floor was deserted as he headed for the door, letting himself in. He could breathe easily as he kicked his shoes off and headed past the kitchen, dropping his  water bottle on the counter as he headed for his room.

He stripped and got into the shower, turning the water on, letting the stream heat up and wash his body. Once he was done showering, he got out, dressed and sat down at his computer, putting his headset on and turning on some music and getting a headstart on some work.

When his stomach growled, he cursed, pulling his headphones off and got up, exiting his room and making his way into the kitchen. He grabbed one of the glass containers from the fridge and pulled it out to inspect it. ‘Lasagna,’ he noted with a smile as he took the lid off and scooped the contents out onto a plate to heat it up.

Once the food was hot, he carefully pulled the plate out and took a seat at the kitchen counter, grabbing a fork as he did and started to eat. He was eternally grateful for you, making food for him when you left for a week. It wasn’t that he couldn’t cook, he could. He just preferred it when you did.

As he chewed, he wondered what you were up to with Kara. Were you eating dinner as well?

“I can’t believe he still thinks you’re a lesbian,” Kara said, giggling as you took a sip of your wine. “I’ve told him numerous times I’m not,” you replied. “I don’t understand why he still thinks that.”

Kara shook her head. “Who knows,” she replied, glancing down at her empty glass. “Oh, time for a refill!”

She got up, waiting for you to down the rest of your wine and took your empty glass to the kitchen to refill them both. The two of you had ordered pizza, neither one of you wanted to cook, especially after you had cooked an entire week's worth of meals for Chris.

“What do you think Chris is up to?” Kara asked, pulling you out of your thoughts. “Oh, he’s probably playing video games,” you replied as Kara poured your favorite wine into your glass and placed the bottle back in the fridge. She walked back over with both glasses, handing yours over as she took a seat.

“So,” she started, taking a sip of her wine. “Let me see this presentation,” she added and you set your glass down, rushing over to your laptop bag and pulling it out, moving back to sit on the couch, setting your laptop on the coffee table.

Kara continued sipping on her wine as you opened your laptop and logged on. You signed into and pulled up the presentation powerpoint you’d been working on all week for Monday’s meeting. It wasn’t anything fancy but you were pretty proud of it.

Kara looked over it, complimenting your skills and work, making small comments on certain parts. “I really like this,” she said, pointing at one of the slides. “You really made a good point here.” You felt pride swell in your chest until your laptop dinged, a small notification indicating your battery was low.

“I swear, the battery on this thing dies so fast,” you groaned as you got up and headed over to your bag to grab the charger. You unzipped the pocket only to find your charger wasn’t there. “What the…” you trailed off, starting to check all the pockets of your laptop bag but no charger in sight.

“What’s wrong?” Kara asked. “I can’t find my charger,” you replied. “Did you bring it?” Kara asked, getting up from her seat and walking over. “I thought I did,” you replied, feeling annoyed and angry with yourself for forgetting when Chris had asked you multiple times if you had everything.

“You can use mine,” Kara said but you shook your head. “You have a Macbook,” you reminded her. “This is an HP.” Kara swore under her breath. “I gotta go back home,” you said softly. Kara looked up at you. “Are you sure?” she asked. You nodded.

“I need that charger,” you answered. “Especially if I’m gonna be here for a week.” Kara nodded and got up. “I’ll drive you,” she said and you shook your head. “You’ve had like a whole bottle,” you reminded her. “I’ve only had a glass. I’ll drive. You stay here. I’m just gonna run back and get it and then I’ll be back.” Kara nodded as she grabbed her keys and handed them to you.

“Be careful,” she said as you grabbed your purse, making sure you had your phone. You headed to the door, slipping your shoes and coat on. “I’ll be back in a bit,” you called and exited her apartment, making your way to the elevator and pushing the button.

You fished your phone out of your purse, opened Chris’ message thread and sent him a text.

You: i did what i said i wouldn’t. I forgot my laptop charger 💀

You: i’m on my way back to get it.

You: i’ll be quick. Just in and out

Placing your phone back in your purse, you stepped onto the elevator, pushing the button for the garage and waited as the doors shut and the lift descended, heading for the basement. You found Kara’s car, unlocking it and getting in.

The drive to your apartment didn’t take long and you pulled into the designated parking space in your garage, parking and shutting off the engine. You got out, leaving your purse in the car and locking it. ‘In and out, Y/N,’ you reminded yourself as you headed for the elevator.

The ride up to your floor was quiet, the sun had set and most people were already out enjoying the Friday nightlife. The elevator dinged, doors opening as it arrived on your floor and you stepped off the lift, heading for your apartment door.

You unlocked it, letting yourself in. You expected to see Chris but didn’t see him perched on the couch playing games. ‘Maybe he’s in his room,’ you told yourself as you walked through the apartment and to your room.

Turning on the light, you saw the culprit lying innocently on your desk and you glared at it, walking over to grab it and headed towards the door. As you exited your room, you heard Chris call out.

You turned the knob and looked into his room. “I thought I heard you, he said with a chuckle. “I sent you a text,” you answered, peering into his room. He was sitting at his computer, headphones hanging around his neck as he finished whatever he was working on.

“Forget something?” he asked, sounding amused at your forgetfulness. You nodded. “Yeah,” you replied. “I forgot my laptop charger,” you answered. Chris turned to look at you. “It’s always something,” he joked and you smiled sheepishly.

“Sorry,” you said, chuckling. “I’d forget my head if it wasn’t attached.” Chris smiled as he removed his headphones from around his neck, looking over at you. “It’s fine,” he said softly, moving to get up. You pushed the door open further as he approached you. “Do you need anything before I leave?” you asked.

Chris opened his mouth to respond but a sudden strong smell hit him. It was like someone had opened a bottle of vanilla extract and placed it under his nose. He knew that smell all too well. It made every nerve in his body burn. It made his pupils enlarge, his throat burn, and an intense heat form in the pit of his stomach. Lust and desire burned, the line blurring into the primal need to mate.

You hadn’t been careful enough. Neither of you had but then again this had never happened before. How didn't this come up? How hadn’t this happened before? Three years living together and this had never, ever happened? Either you were very lucky or you were always away when it happened.

Chris’ fingers curled into his palm, knuckles turning white as his nails dug into his skin in an attempt to ground himself but what normally worked had never been tested in this situation before.

Chris was about to start his heat and you… you were ovulating.

You watched as your best friend froze. “Chris?” you asked softly. You were surprised when he looked at you, his eyes darkening. “You need to leave,” he said, his voice low and dangerously so. “Chris? What’s wrong?” you asked, taking a step forward.

“Don’t!” your best friend growled. You froze, eyes widening. He’d never spoken to you like that before. “Chris you’re starting to worry me, what’s wr—” before you could finish your question, your best friend had closed the distance and grabbed you, pinning you against the wall next to the door.

“Chris!” you gasped, hands moving to his shoulders, gripping his shirt. “What’s gotten into you?”

His heat was close but it wasn’t supposed to start yet. He’d always been good about controlling his urges so what was different this time?

“I’m sorry,” Chris said softly, his head drooping as he struggled against his own urges. “This has never happened before.” You tried to push him away but he was much stronger than you were. “Why are you acting like this? You’ve always had a hold of yourself,” you continued. “You’re ovulating,” Chris interrupted. Your eyes widened.

“H-how did you know?”

Chris chuckled dryly. “I can smell it,” he answered. One of his hands moved up to your cheek as he raised his head. “I can smell it and it’s driving me crazy,” he continued. You felt one of his knees wedge between your thighs, pressing against your core. “It’s making me want to do things to you.”

You felt a shiver run up your spine. ‘Do things? What kind of things?’

“L-like what?” you whispered, swallowing thickly.

Chris leaned in, nuzzling against your cheek as his lips ghosted over your skin, stopping near your ear. “Would you be mad if I said exactly what I wanted to do to you?” he asked softly. You shook your head. Though you wouldn’t say it, you welcomed it, wondering just what was going on in his head.

“Tell me,” you replied.

You felt Chris nuzzle into your neck, sniffing eagerly. “I want to rip those cute lace panties of yours and stuff that sweet little pussy with my cock.” As if punctuating his words, Chris leaned in, pressing his thigh more firmly against your core.

You let out an involuntary whimper, causing him to groan in your ear. “I want to…” he trailed off. “No, I need to pin you down on the bed,” he said, making you gasp as he pressed his thigh even harder against you. 

“Pin you down and fuck you until I fill you with so much cum. I need to breed you.,” he continued, lips ghosting over your skin. “Breed you like you’re the one in heat.” You let out another gasp, feeling one of his hands move to grab your ass, sneaking under your skirt.

“And of course you had to wear a skirt, didn’t you?” he growled. “I bet you knew it would drive me crazy. That I’d be able to smell everything.” You moaned into his ear as his hand continued to knead your ass, nails digging into your flesh 

“I’ll bet you planned this, didn’t you? I bet your laptop charger isn’t even here,” he scoffed as if it wasn’t lying on the floor in the hallway where you’d dropped it. “Chris,” you whined, moaning as his fingers dug into the flesh of your ass. “Oh shit,” he groaned.

“Say my name like that again,” he dared you. “Say that again, baby. Moan my name and I’ll take you right now.”

A thick silence fell over the two of you as Chris pulled back, eyes searching your face, neither one speaking nor making a move until you finally cleared your throat and spoke. “Chris, we can’t,” you started, looking between his eyes. “W-we’re friends,” you added, letting out a yelp as Chris quickly backed up to create enough space to turn you around to face the wall before pinning you against it, pressing his erection into your back.

“You feel that?” he asked, grinding against you. “You feel what you do to me? What you’ve been doing to me since that first day in economics?” he asked. “I’ve wanted you ever since you sat next to me. Wanted to fuck you raw and pump you full.”

“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it,” he growled in your ear. Moaning, you pushed back against him, earning another deep growl.

“Don’t play with me,” he snapped. “I’m not playing…” you trailed off. “Daddy.” The name caused a chain reaction. Chris wrapped an arm around your waist from behind, lifting you easily and carrying you over to his bed where he deposited you face down.

You tried to turn over but he was quick to stop you, pushing your skirt up to expose your lace covered core. He quickly grabbed the material and tugged, ripping it easily. “Chris!” you gasped but the next second you were crying out as he landed a slap to your ass.

“Don’t speak until I tell you to,” he growled. You felt his fingers glide up and down your slit, gathering your arousal before pushing into your cunt. You let out a groan as he started to slowly pump his fingers before removing them. “Chest to the bed,” Chris instructed. “But keep your ass up.”

You did as he said, lowering your shoulders until your chest rested against the mattress. In that time, Chris removed his hat, tossing it aside as he knelt on the mattress behind you, hands grabbing your hips. He leaned closer, taking a deep inhale. “Fuck, I’m gonna ruin this pussy,” he growled. His tongue ran along your slit, from your clit up and back down, toying with the bundle of nerves, his nose bumping against your entrance.

Your fingers dug into the sheets as you moaned, pushing back against his face. Chris pulled back delivering a sharp smack to your thigh. “Hold still,” he barked. “Do that again and I’ll fuck your hole and not let you cum.”

You whined, wiggling your hips in a silent plea for more. Chris pushed you onto your side before flipping you onto your back, grabbing your hips and pulling your core to his face, burying it in your pussy, tongue ravishing your clit. Your thighs tried closing but Chris wrapped his arms around your thighs, holding them open as he licked at and sucked on your clit, drawing you closer to your climax.

“Shit, Chris!” you gasped, your hand moving to comb through his curls.

“M’gonna cum.”

Chris didn’t relent, flicking his tongue against your clit until you came undone under him, crying out as your orgasm crashed over you. You tried to shy away from his mouth but he held you still, never stopping as he drew you to another orgasm.

As you came down from the second, he finally let go of your thighs, pulling back to wipe his chin and taking ahold of the collar of his shirt and yanking it off over his head, tossing it aside. “I want you to ride my tongue but it’ll have to wait,” he said in a husky voice as his hands moved to undo his jeans, unbuckling but not removing his belt before unbuttoning and pulling down the zipper of his pants.

“Come here,” he said, holding out his hand and pulling you up when you took it. “Open your mouth,” he added as he pushed his jeans down around his thighs. You did as he asked, keeping your gaze on his face as he pulled his erection free from the confines of his underwear.

“Keep your mouth open for me,” he added, taking his cock in his hand, giving himself a couple strokes before guiding the tip past your lips, the weight heavy on your tongue. His free hand moved to your hair, taking a fistful and guiding your head. “Get to work, baby girl,” he murmured.

“Show daddy how you use your mouth.”

Your scalp stung, eyes watered and your throat hurt by the time Chris finally pulled your mouth off him. He’d forced his cock down your throat more than once and even fucked your throat a few times, making you gag. What little makeup you had on was ruined, tear stained cheeks and swollen lips but to Chris you were stunning.

“Lay back for me,” he ordered, discarding his pants and underwear, watching as you pulled your top off and threw it aside, scooting into the middle of his bed. Chris crawled over you, taking your lips in a searing kiss as his hands pushed your knees apart to accommodate him.

Your hands moved to his hair as he guided the head of his cock to your dripping entrance, pulling back just enough to make eye contact. “I want to watch your face as I enter you,” he growled. “Watch your eyes roll back into your head as I fill you with my cock.”

You moaned loudly as he pushed into you, stretching your cunt with his girth, inch by inch until he was buried inside your walls, groaning about the warmth and how tight you felt. It was taking all his strength to not start slamming into you immediately.

“I’m gonna give you a few minutes to adjust and then I’m gonna hold you down against this mattress and fuck you until you cum,” he gave you a shallow thrust, enjoying the gasp that escaped you. “And then I’m going to flip you over, ass up and fuck you until I cum and fill this pussy. You understand me?”

You nodded silently but that wasn’t good enough for him. Chris grabbed your face. “When I ask you a question, you answer me with your words. Don’t make me say it again.”

“Yes,” you answered quickly. “Yes, what?” he asked, tilting his head. “Yes, daddy,” you whispered. Chris let go and smirked down at you. “Good girl.”

No sooner than the words left his lips, his hands were on your hips, holding them in place as he started to pull out and snap his hips against yours, driving his cock into your cunt repeatedly. Your thighs tightened around his waist, prompting him to growl and halt his movements.

You were about to ask what the problem was when he took your ankles and placed your legs over his shoulders. The new position allowed you to feel more, moaning louder when he pounded into you harder. “Oh holy shit,” you gasped, feeling the head of his cock hit the soft gummy spot that had you seeing stars.

“Right there?” he asked, angling his hips and hitting the same spot, making you cry out.

He repeatedly hit the same spot over and over, moving his hand to rub circles against your clit with his thumb. “That’s it princess,” he huffed. “Cum all over daddy’s cock.” You let out a mewl, walls fluttering as you came. One of your hands moved to grab Chris’ wrist, trying to ground yourself as the aftershocks of your orgasm rolled over you.

With each pass over your clit with his thumb, Chris watched your body seize up and chuckled before pulling his cock from your abused hole.

He quickly turned you over, pulling your hips up and taking himself in his hand, stroking a couple times before pushing back into you. This position allowed for all of his cock to fit inside you, making you moan into the sheets, fingers curling into the fabric.

Chris took your hips in his hands, pulling out and snapping forward, his hips hitting your ass with each thrust. He set a relentless and merciless pace, grunting with effort as he slammed into you. The sheets muffled your cries and screams of pleasure as he allowed his animalistic urges to take over.

‘Breed. Breed. Breed,’ the beast in his mind said. Chris let out a low groan, almost like a growl as he pounded into you. Leaning over your back, he slammed his hips into you, burying his cock deep inside your walls before he started to roll his hips, earning a deep moan from you.

“Once I’m done with you,” he panted. “You aren’t going anywhere. You’ll stay here and I’m going to fuck you raw every night. Pump you full of cum and breed you. Fill you with so much cum it’ll have to take. Fuck you until I get you pregnant and then you’ll be mine.”

You moaned, walls clenching around his cock. You felt his hand in your hair, fingers curling into a fist before he pulled back, lifting your face from the sheets and allowing your moans to fill the room. “You want that, baby? You want daddy to turn you into his little breeding bitch?”

“Oh fuck, daddy yes!” you whimpered. “Please fill me!” Chris growled, letting go of your hair and moving his hand to your shoulder, pinning your chest down. You turned your head to the side, each thrust drawing a whimper from you.

“Daddy’s gonna fill you baby girl, cum inside you until it spills out and then I’ll just push it all back in,” he grunted. “Don’t want to waste a single drop.” Your hand moved to grab the wrist of his hand that was pressed against the mattress near your head.

“That’s right,” he groaned. “You’re mine. All mine and no one else’s.” You lifted your head, managing to turn and make eye contact with him. “I’ve always been yours, daddy,” you breathed. Chris growled, pressing his chest against your back and sinking his teeth into your shoulder.

You moaned, walls clenching around his cock as he rammed into you over and over. He lifted his head, lips close to your ear. “Mine,” he growled. “Mine, mine, mine!”

You pushed back to meet his thrusts and screamed as he slammed into you one last time, groaning into your ear as he came, releasing thick strands of hot cum into your cunt. You moaned as more and more cum spilled into your pussy. You had never known a man to have that much cum but then again, Chris wasn’t an ordinary man.

At the same time he was emptying his load into you, his cock started to swell inside, lodging itself in your walls. “Chris,” you whimpered. “What’s—” You heard him shush you, pressing kisses to your shoulder. “It’s okay,” he said reassuringly. “It’s normal. It’s my body’s way of ensuring it takes.”

“Ensuring what takes?”

Chris chuckled, his lips ghosting over your skin. “Ensuring my cum gets you pregnant,” he answered. You let out an uneasy chuckle. “And if it doesn’t take?” you replied. Chris hummed and pressed several more kisses against your shoulder before leaning in to whisper in your ear.

“I guess we’ll just have to keep trying then.”

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"Your surprise is here..." | minchan

pairing: bang chan x f.reader x lee know

genre: smut || a little plot || +18 MDNI

summary: chan is very observant and he just knows you have a thing for minho... [enjoy! (;]

word count: 1.7k

warnings: threesome (ish?), voyeurism, exhibitionism, pet names, fingering, oral (f-receiving and m-receiving), slight mention of degradation, praise kink...

also english is not my first language

You are in love with Christopher Bang. It was always hard to picture yourself with someone and not be scared of them leaving you in the future. But with him, it was different. Chan is a man who values honesty and communication. Since day one, somehow he has extended to you warmth and trust making it impossible not to like him. Now, loving him, that was something else. What didn’t you love about your boyfriend? Is he flawed? Yes, of course, so are you. But it is in his flaws and in his caring nature that you get to be unapologetically you, no secrets, no burdens. 

One of the things you have learned about Chan in the time you’ve been together is how observant he is. You have little tells when you’re excited, sad, joyful, horny, extremely horny, and he loves being able to tell so diligently. Even when sometimes you are not aware of how your body reacts. 

Chan had his suspicions, but just by looking at you, he confirms it. You have a silly little crush on his friend and bandmate Minho. It’s not just the way you giggle a little bit too much when he makes a joke, it is the way your hand touches his arm for a brief second, the way you seem to arch your back a little bit for him to casually look at your breasts for a second or two, the way you smile at him with that flirty spark in your eyes.  Yeah, you wanted Minho, and Chan was not jealous because at the end of the day, he wants what you want and to please you was his religion. 

So one night Chan makes all the pieces fall into place, he is a man with a plan. 

Spending the night with Chan is the definition of lovely. You can barely keep your hands off each other. Cuddling, playing pranks on each other, cooking together, having him inside you… you name it. However, you didn’t know what your man was orchestrating behind your back. 

So now you find yourself kissing him, one of your favourite things to do. Chan has a way of kissing you that instantly melts you, it is never enough, you want his lips on yours forever. It starts slow, he wants to just see if you’re in the mood… so he waits and observes as you are both sitting on his couch. His sensual lips caress yours, asking for permission to kiss you. When you do, he pulls you closer, making you straddle his lap so he can put his hands on your waist. You part your lips for him and the faintest moan leaves you and the way Chan’s tongue teases your bottom lip makes your hips roll against his. 

“Hmmm, are we impatient, my love?” he whispers. 

“You know I am…” you reply breathlessly. “Now please kiss me, Chris, fuck me.”

Chan chuckles as you leave wet kisses down his jawline and neck. 

The doorbell rings. 

“Your surprise is here,” Chan looks into your eyes. They are wide with excitement, and dark with lust. 

Your boyfriend carefully lets go of you. Your pajama shorts are wet from your arousal and your bralette leaves little to the imagination. 

“There’s someone here for you, but if you don’t want to do this… we can stop,” Chan runs his hands over his blonde hair that slightly curls at the top. 

“What do you mean?” your heart races as he opens the door and Minho’s eyes look right into yours, and then to your nipples hardening under your bralette. 

“Minho?” you look at Chan. You try to find something to cover yourself with, he shouldn’t see you like this. 

Minho walks in, his eyes glued to your figure and you can’t help but feel like a piece of meat for these two men. An unspoken fantasy come true. 

“Baby, you have a little thing for Minho, am I right?” 

You panic. It was always something stupid and innocent, you love Chan. You blink and your eyes go to Chan, then to Minho, and back to Chan. 

“I–” you start but he shushs you. 

Shit. 

“I just want you to have fun, Minho here wonders if you are an obedient good girl. Would you like to show him, baby?” 

Minho still says nothing and Chan smirks in a way you feel your clit throbbing in need of attention. Chan nods to Minho and they walk together closer to your figure. Chan kisses the back of your hand and draws little circles with his thumb over your fingers, reassuring you it’s okay and in that moment you know this is the man you are in love with. He is selfless, he is exciting, he is lustful, he loves to watch. 

“Kiss her,” Chan tells Minho, but it is you who pulls Minho towards your lips. Your needy fingers entangling on his purple hair, drawing a deep groan for him. 

“That’s it, good girl. You wanted him so bad, didn’t you, baby? Well… now it’s time to follow what I say, yeah?” 

You try to nod as you bring Minho with you to the couch Chan sits opposite of you. 

“Baby, strip for us, would ya?” 

Only then do you stop kissing Minho, his eyes half-opened, lips swollen, ears red. You slowly unclasp your bralette and toss it on the floor. Minho’s mouth watering at the sight of beautiful tits, an arm’s distance from his wanting tongue, but when you pull down your pajama shorts… shit. Is he in heaven or in hell? 

“She is beautiful, isn’t she?” 

And for the first time since he came into the apartment you hear Minho’s voice. 

“She’s exquisite, hyung,” Minho’s eyes never leaving your tits. 

Your eyes are glued on Chan, how he palms his very noticeable erection in an attempt to relieve himself a little bit. He winks at you, he is really enjoying himself. 

“Lick her tits, she will whimper if you blow on her nipples first and then suck them really hard.” 

You don’t have time to process the words coming from your boyfriend’s mouth when Minho’s mouth and hands are already on you. Just as Chan said, Minho first licks your tits, his flat tongue working wonders. Chan’s eyes encourage you to let out your majestic moans, the ones that drive him insane. 

“C’mon, my love, let Minho know how good he’s doing,” Chan says, but that’s when Minho blows on your right nipple and sucks hard, his crafty tongue switching between circling it and sucking while his fingers pinch and slightly pull your left one. 

“Ah! Fuck–mmhh, shit–” you whimper under Minho’s touch. 

You see Chan close his eyes in delight, finally freeing himself from his joggers. His perfect cock delighting your eyes, you want to suck him off, your adorable, perfect, boyfriend. 

Minho didn’t stop there, he had you arching your back for him, almost crying for him to give you more. His mouth moves to your neck, licking and kissing you until his fingers tease your fold. 

“Fuck, Minho, put your fingers in me already,” you beg. 

“No, baby, he has to taste you first. Your taste alone will make him, cum, believe me.” 

You moan at his words, so Minho puts his thumb in your mouth and you suck. You suck his thumb as the little needy slut you are because you want to suck Chan off so bad. Your brain can’t process the pleasure Minho is giving you and the sight of Chan jerking off to his friend going down on his girlfriend. 

Minho first rubs your clit with his nose and cries are leaving your mouth as your eyes shut in pleasure. 

“Make her cum. It’s the least you can do after she’s been so good to us, don’t you think?” The fact that Chan speaks as if you weren’t there makes your head spin and your pussy clenches, eager to cum for both of these men. 

So Minho gets to work. His tongue circles your clit as one finger slides into you, the squelching sound of your dripping hole making both men moan in unison. 

“Baby, how are you feeling, is Minho making you feel good?” 

“Yes… yes–f…uck, yes, Chris,” you moan. 

Chan smiles, he knows that when ‘Chris’ falls from your lips your brain is somewhere else. You are a goner. Head so plagued with pleasure your only aim is to climb higher and higher and get the mind-blowing release your body craves so much. This is Chan’s queue to finally stand beside you. He watches as Minho adds another finger in you, his motions quick, filled with lust as you pant and moan his name and Chris’s. 

“I need you in my mouth,” you beg, looking at Chan. “Please, Chris, please, fuck! Minho!” you can’t seem to finish one thought when another wave of unmeasurable pleasure washes over you. Minho flicked his tongue over your bundle of nerves his hand now fisting his erect cock that was trapped in his tight jeans. 

Chan obeys your command, he wants his baby happy and fucked out. So he thrusts inside your mouth as you moan for him. Hollowing your cheeks as you try your best to take him all in. Minho spits on your pussy and this is it, you are so close, his fingers moving so good in and out of you. Both men begin to talk you into cuming. 

“Baby, you are doing so good for–u-us… such a dirty, dirty little thing,” Chan pants, close to cuming as well. 

“Cum, please please cum, I want you all over my face,” Minho grunts and he is cuming on his hand. 

Chan pulls out and his hand work on his cock angling it to your tits as his eyes roll back, while he cums and cums all over you and fucking hell, you cum with him. You feel like you are ascending to a never-ending feeling of euphoria as you cum with a loud cry, making your head explode and see stars behind your eyelids. 

“Fuck…” is all you manage to say before your body lies limp on the couch. 

“Shit, baby, you are amazing,” Chan kisses you. 

You then reach for Minho’s adorable face which is buried between your legs and kiss him, tasting you in his mouth. 

“Next time, tell me exactly what you want, baby.” 

You nod. 

“Thank you,” Minho whispers and you run your hand through his hair. 

“Let’s clean her up,” and with that, the two men gather their strength to take you to the shower… but this was just round one of a steamy night that would not be easily forgotten.

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a/n: this is pure ✨fiction✨ -- this idea wouldn't let me sleep so I just poured everything I got into this and it took a toll on my soul... totally worth it though.

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It is out!

SKZ BANG CHAN AND LEE KNOW…

My brain won’t stop thinking about these two I need to write a fic where lee know is all over your cunt as chan watches…

a little channie smutty drable because ugh I can’t get enough of this man… {+18 MDNI}

Your eyes are shut as your moans fill the room as he fucks you like it’s the last time he’ll ever get to be inside you. His cock entering you but not completely sliding out of you just to enter you again… again…again.

“Fuck, baby, fuck… you look so beautiful,” he says in between tiny moans.

You finally open your eyes to see Chan, brows knitted, plum lips parted, his face reflecting the peak of pleasure and his eyes reflecting pure love.

“I’m gonna cum if you look at me like that, baby—shit, you take me so good…s-so— g-good,” and he bites back his words as he tries not to cum before you.

“Dontstopdontstopdontstop,” your brain fogged, only him, only this moment in your mind. You cup his adoring face im your hands as you cry, cuming for him, your vision blurs after the intense moment.

“Yes, baby, oh-” Chan cums right after you. Deep, his seed filling you. “I love you, I love you, I lo…” his voice gets further and further.

“Baby?? Love??? Oh my gosh you scared me for a second there,” his eyes watery. “Are you okay?”

You wake up to Chan gently caressing your cheek.

You put your arms around his neck and bring him to your bare chest.

“I am more than okay, I am— that was… the best fucking orgasm of my life, Channie.”

He smiles, planting little kisses all over you.

I just reread this after a long time and it made feel really warm and at peace 💗

I have a request but not sure if you are taking them. I just got out of a bad relationship with an ex who caused me trauma..(SA)

is it possible if you could write a comfort with possibly bang Chan or seungmin..?

Hello dearie,

Of course, I can write this. I am sorry you are going through this. I hope you like it. <3

"I’ll be here when you wake up…” | Bang Chan |

Bang Chan x g.n.reader

Genre: Comfort

Warnings: it is stated that the reader's ex treated them bad

When you didn’t answer your phone for the third time that day, Chan began to worry. It is unlike you because you always have something to tell your best friend. Time seemed to pass slower now. Chan counted down the seconds for the meeting to end, concern crowding his mind and spirit. Felix is the first one to notice something is off, and in their silent conversation which only involves looks, it’s clear how desperately he is to get out of there. 

You sat in the corner of your living room, screening all calls and texts. The TV is just background noise as you try to block all the horrid memories of your ex. Your head just can’t understand how is it that you are now free. He was the one who kept saying you would be together forever, a forever you didn’t want but you couldn’t help but stay. Now he is gone. 

A soft knock on the door makes you jump.

Shit. Is he here? Is he back? 

“Hi little dove, it’s me. I– just got worried you were not answering. May I come in?” Chan’s soothing voice acts like the warmest blanket in the coldest weather. 

You didn’t want him to see you like this. Have you cried in front of him before? Yes. But this is different. The feeling of your soul being completely tarnished is not something you want to put on Chan’s plate. He has enough things to worry about as it is. 

“I’m coming in, okay?”

You hear the keypad and Chan stepping in, his steps are soft and premeditated like he is scared and unsure of what he might find. 

“There you are,” he whispers. Chan doesn’t allow his heartbreak to reach his voice, but he can’t deny that seeing you like this is beyond painful. You are supposed to feel safe and happy. He made that promise long ago but that was before…well– your ex. 

Chan closes the distance between you and kneels to be at eye level with you, but your eyes can’t look at him so you turn your face away. Sobs escape your lips, but you promise you won’t cry. Not again. You’ve cried enough. His hand touches your head, you can barely feel it, but it is there giving you some reassurance. 

“He is gone, Channie,” you manage to say between cries and as you turn to him, Chan can see in your eyes there is something broken in you. Something he never noticed before but he wouldn’t dare to ask unless you want to talk about it. 

So he nods and now you feel the entire weight of his hand on your head. 

“I will start the shower for you, yeah? I’ll be right outside when you’re done.” Chan helps you up and by the time you are done crying in the shower, he has ordered food, cleaned the kitchen, and had your favourite show playing. 

You silently sit with him on the couch as he eats your ice cream. He spoon-feeds you, your body now feeling tired and getting cosy beside him. As your eyelids close your lips curve into a smile. This is the first time in three days you’ve smiled. 

“Thank you, Channie,” you whisper. 

“Shhh, sleep, little dove. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll be here when you wake up…”

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a/n: even though this is ✨fiction✨ I hope you all find comfort and reassurance during difficult times <3 my ask is always open.

[5:45] the sound of your alarm startles you awake and you blindly reach for your phone to turn it off. the harsh light coming from the device makes you squint as a displeased sigh leaves your lips at the thought of having to get up and go to your classes.

you let yourself lay there for a few more seconds, enjoying the warmth of the blanket on top of you and the weight of an arm thrown over your waist. reluctantly, you grab the arm in an attempt to move it so you can get up; your actions only cause it to tighten, and the person behind you to let out a dissatisfied hum. 

a soft, "don't go," is mumbled into the back of your neck, so quietly it's easy to miss. you feel slightly sad at the thought of leaving both your bed and your boyfriend. turning your head to look at him, you almost coo out loud at his face squished against the pillow, hair tussled and eyes only half open. "i have to." you say with a pout, sitting up and letting his arm fall down back onto the bed. 

"you should stay here." chan whines,  reaching up to rub at his face tiredly. a smile pulls at your lips as you get up, before leaning down to wrap the blanket back around him and to press a soft kiss to his forehead. "i'll be back soon, channie."