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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— oh 😵‍💫🔥

Why am I dizzy?

need channie who edges.

ever since you decided on riling him up earlier today, he made sure to keep you up that night in the bedroom, fat mushroom tip bumping your slit then moving on to your engorged clit, swollen and puffy from his earlier rubbing.

you’ve been at this for hours, unable to think straight, only thinking of his cock.

one strong holds your legs up, all pretty n spread for him while he admires your glossy pussy helplessly squeezing and those sweet little noises each time he stops.

definitely rubs the gentlest of circles on that sensitive bundle of nerves, loving the way your legs shake, chest heaving to catch your breath.

so when you finally start begging for him, begging for this downright torture to end so you can cum, the sharp smack on to your lips earns a squeak.

“but you caused this, so now you have to deal with the consequences bunny,” he’d tut, brows raised expectantly.

and of course, at this point all you wanna be is good for him, be his good girl and let you cum, and so you do deal with the consequences, letting his nudge that perfectly gummy spot with his long fingers then retreating back at the last second, your cunt all drooly and weepy with desperate release when he instead returns to teasing your heat with his flushed head.

you’re babbling at this point, and between high pitched moans and incessant tears you manage out a “please let me cum, ‘m sorry,” before he grins, hands grabbing your face to look at him.

“tongue,” he instructs.

and you do, sticking out your tongue for him to spit on before pressing his thumb down on it and slowly easing his fat cock into your cunt.

your body automatically reacts, making sure you’re all spread for him, lips parted in a heavy mewl of absolute relief.

he feels the same way by the tight knit of his brows, adoring your warm cunt squeezing him in, stuffing his pretty bunny full just how she likes.

so as he bottoms out, pushing your knees to your chest, channie ensures he pulls out just enough to coat your swollen nub in his cum to lick off later and listen to you cry before letting you milk him dry.

blurboki, july 2023 ©

comforting | bang chan

pairing: chan x gender neutral reader

genre: angst, fluff

warnings: depression, overall “sadness” talk

word count: 774 

summary: in which you’re not feeling like yourself, but chan is there to help you

a/n: i haven’t been feeling the best, so i wrote this chan drabble to help myself feel better. i hope this helps you, whoever you are, if you’re not feeling like yourself, too

you: can u come over?

chan: yeah. something up?

you: no. just wanna hang

door’s unlocked

i’ll be in the living room

it only took chan fifteen minutes to make it to your apartment, finding you buried in a blanket atop your couch. your eyes were on the television, but you didn’t seem very interested in what was going on. he could tell from your blank expression.

“honey, i’m home,” your friend sang with a smile, not gaining much of a reaction from you other than a nod. chan sighed slightly, pursing his lips at your form. something was clearly wrong.

“mind if i get in on this blanket action?” chan asked, earning a hum from you. he watched as you struggled to sit up, fixing the blankets so he could sit with you. chan kicked his shoes off, placing them by the front door before making his way to you.

you had expected him to sit beside you, but he picked you up instead, sitting down and having you lay on his body. his back sat against the couch arm as his legs sprawled out across the cushions. he wrapped the blankets around the two of you, hugging your body close to him.

“so...” he trailed off, watching as you lazily rested your head against his chest. your eyes were on the television again, not really watching the show that was playing. “what’s got you down in the dumps?”

“i’m not… in the dumps,” you mumbled, but you knew that chan was smart. he was observant, and he cared. sometimes you wish he didn’t care as much as he did.

“really? hm, i guess you’re right. i mean, this is the happiest you’ve ever looked,” he stated sarcastically, eyes peering down at you. you sighed, looking away from the television. you stared at the floor, eyes tracing the lines of the wood.

“fine... i’m not okay,” you admitted, even though you knew he already knew that. “i don’t know why, though. it sucks when this happens. i hate feeling like this, especially when i don’t know why i’m feeling this way.”

“well, you’ve been going through a lot. it’s probably just catching up to you now,” chan reasoned, one of his hands starting to run up and down your back. it felt comforting, and you nearly let your eyes close at the relaxing feeling. you wrapped your arms around chan, sighing again before speaking.

“i just wish i couldn’t feel anything,” you sighed, furrowing your eyebrows as you glared at the ground.

“i understand,” chan sighed with you, his hand now running through your hair. “but these feelings we have... they remind us that we are alive. i know that sounds like bullshit a therapist would say, but it’s true.”

“you said it, not me.”

“oh, whatever!” chan shook his head and chuckled softly at your words, holding you tighter as he continued. “anyway, i‘ve had feelings like yours too - i’ve told you about them. they last from a few hours to a few months - to a few years, sometimes. but i keep living; i keep going on because i have a life to live. and so do you.”

“i know that, but... sometimes i wish i could just... press pause,” you explained, earning a nod from your friend. “it gets too much sometimes... i just need a break, you know?”

“i know,” he reassured you. you believed him. chan had come to you with his similar feelings many times before. you felt comforted to know that you weren’t alone in your feelings.

“thank you for being here.” you hugged chan tightly, closing your eyes when you felt them grow wet with fresh tears.

“i’m always here for you.” he liked to remind you this a lot. it was comforting, having someone to be by your side during these times. “hey, we can put life on pause for now, okay? what’s say you and i go to your room and take a nap until dinner?”

“chan... it’s one in the afternoon.”

“five hour nap. sounds good to me. you in?”

you smiled for the first time that day, sitting up and nodding your head. you followed chan into your room and for the rest of the evening, you and your best friend slept soundly. for dinner, chan ordered takeout from your favorite restaurant, and the pair of you watched your favorite show as you munched on your food. life seemed to get a bit better with chan, and you were grateful to have him by your side.

these feelings are worth feeling, and this life is worth living. thank you, bang chan, for being a friend during these difficult times.

[ Bang Chan Hard Thought ] -

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Okay, so Chan is absolutely the sort to shy away from doing anything unless you explictly ask. I’m talking, you’re making out on your bed and it’s hot and heavy and anything but innocent. He’s moving down your neck, nipping at your most sensitive spots and maybe he’s smirking when he tugs a particularly desperate noise from your mouth. His hands have found purchase beneath your shirt, fingers running along your waist, constantly threatening to move higher. And he’s achingly hard against your thigh. Your hands are moving along his back, beneath his black t-shirt and the slight press of your nails against his skin is enough to encourage him to press his hips tighter against your own. When you press your thigh against his waist, he moves against you to create friction and he’s desperate, but he won’t do anything more until you’re tugging at the ends of his hair and sighing and pulling away from him just long enough to say, ‘Chan, please fuck me.’ 

And then, well. 

He’s smirking, but inside, he’s screaming at himself to keep it together. As much as he wants to tear your clothes off, he’s desperate to be respectful, so it’s delicate fingers pulling at the hem of your shirt until it’s over your head. He falters for a moment when he sees you shirtless, exposed to him and he suddenly remembers just how hard he is. You catch him staring, even though it is just for a second and you can see the conflict behind his eyes. His hair is tousled and he just looks so big settled between your legs and his trousers really aren’t doing much to conceal what is supposed to be hidden beneath. And you know that he is trying to be a gentleman, so this time you tug at his t-shirt, drawing him down to you and when he is close enough, you sigh just beside his ear, ‘Chan, I said fuck me.’ 

[ Bang Chan Hard Thought ] -

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I’ve just been thinking about how y’know, good, Chan looks in some of his stage outfits and it got me wondering. Say their stylist had handed out a bunch of clothing items for them each to take home to try on, Chan, being as busy as he is, had half-heartedly tried them before putting them in the corner of his bedroom to return at some point. When you’re hanging out at the dorm one evening and Chan goes to shower, you have a little look through the bag and find a particularly comfortable looking shirt and decide Chan probably wouldn’t mind if you slipped into it. (When Chan returns, he definitely doesn’t mind.) He sees you, sat against the headboard and just scrolling through your phone, as though you aren’t only wearing a button-up that is barely covering your bare thighs. 

At first, he’s going to be surprised into a flush and be like, ‘Oh.’ When he sees your innocent expression something is definitely going to change - he tries to keep his eyes focused on your face as you mention how nice the shirt is, but there’s something incredibly distracting about your half-naked figure. When he says that it was from the stylist and you instantly offer to swap it for something else, his voice is a little firm as he tells you it’s okay. There’s going to be a moment of silence where you simply look at each other - you take note of his ever-so slightly darkened expression, the sudden heave of his chest. You place a hand on his cheek and kiss him softly and it would have been harmless if only you hadn’t shifted your legs and the hem of the shirt hadn’t lifted even higher. A glimpse of the fringe of your underwear and Chan is gone. 

He’s going to get real close and quick - one hand cupping your chin to keep you still, the other heavy on your thigh, moving higher with every passing second. He’s gripping at the skin and whilst he isn’t rough, he isn’t exactly gentle and there is absolute desire in his kisses as he moves down your neck, all the way to the front of the button-up. When he sees just how few buttons you’d bothered to do up, he audibly groans and if he wasn’t hard before, he certainly is now. The hand that was on your thigh has long since slipped beneath the shirt and he holds your waist as he finally lays you down, desperate to have you as close as possible. His movements will be slow, but purposeful - he takes great care to shower you with affection, gentle touches and grazes of his teeth, not to mention the forceful press of his hips against your own so you’re able to feel just what the sight of you in his button-up is doing to him. He knows how to rile you up until you’re digging your nails into his shoulder and pleading for him to touch you.

Chan will flush at the noises you’re making, but they’ll only make him want you more. He’ll have his hands up your shirt, running over your chest, drawing quiet moans of his name from your mouth. He’ll throw your underwear somewhere into the bedroom, but when you go to remove the button-up he’ll immediately stop you, telling you to keep it on because you look so good in it. Any opportunity to tease him about his confession is cut short by him slipping inside and the stretch is just right, sending any thoughts far from your head. He’ll bunch the shirt up in his fist as he moves and appreciate the sight of you looking swamped in the material. 

[ Bang Chan Hard Thought ] -

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I’ve just been thinking about Chan fucking you until you’re dumb. The press of your nails into his shoulder blade is enough to break the skin, to leave behind a welt that’ll haunt Chan for the next couple of days, but it is a half-hearted effort to try and keep yourself grounded and he doesn’t stop you. The noises slipping from your mouth were once quiet, almost silent sighs, but the feeling of Chan slowly slipping in and out has stoked such a feeling in your abdomen that his name is the only word you’re able to string together. He really ought to take a break to bring you back to him, to gently remind you to be quiet because you’re not alone in the dorm, but he can’t seem to bring himself to do it. Even now, there is a flush searing across his features at the thought of you being heard, but something about the idea of reminding his friends that you’re his stirs the heat in the pit of his stomach. 

Chan’s fingers are bruising on your thigh, pinning you into place, as if you have half a thought of moving away. The necklace he hasn’t gotten around to taking off after his schedule is brushing over your chest, sometimes falling in front of your eyes, cool to the touch. After a while, Chan adjusts a little so he’s able to see your glassy eyes, the tremble of your lower lip as you say his name. He finally slows the movement of his hips and pries his hand from the bare skin of your thigh, only to pass his thumb over your cheek. Maybe it’s the sight of you, so needy, so desperate for him, maybe it’s the warmth and the wetness, but he has to brace himself so as to not come undone just yet. In a moment, he silently asks whether you’re okay, before he presses his lips to the spot behind your ear and guides his hand to your throat. When he continues the roll of his hips against your own, he is less gentle, he moves slowly, but presses hard, deep enough that your brow furrows and your teeth close on your bottom lip. Chan lets out breathy sighs against your skin, huffing out a quiet ‘fuck’ and whispers of your name.