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Chan's Room Ep.55 🐺
You can be my new thang! 😏
Omg this baby is adorable!!!! I just want to cuddle him. And yes he is an adorable and cute egg.
felix is an egg !!
Awww this is sooooo adorable 🤗😝🤗🥰🥰🥰
felix, we love your freckles 🥺💗
The Deal
You are at the very edge of failing when your saving grace appear in the form of top student Kim Seungmin. But what happens when he doesn't agree to save you? The only option is to strike a deal with the devil. And a deal should always be fair. So your grades in exchange for his dream girl sounds simple... Right?!
Kim Seungmin x reader
University! Au
Slightly enemies to lovers
coming soon...
Oh Merin, I’m so so glad you enjoyed this 🥹 Thank you so much for all the support you’ve given me for all this time and for the patience, you’re seriously such a treasured gem 💕🫶
🎇 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 ( stray kids )
❛ You and your lover, Changbin, explore the depths of your relationship through an intimate art session, where Changbin’s skin becomes your canvas for emotional expression.
𝐬𝐞𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐢𝐧 + g. neutral reader ೯ ( 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 ) 2.8k
꒰ 💌 ꒱ ミ This piece was requested a while ago by my beloved mootie, Merin! It was such a sweet prompt, honestly, and I am really happy with how it came out. Requests are currently open! I hope you guys enjoy, reblogs and feedback are much appreciated! ── ( 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 )
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: MDNI, Established relationship, Y/N is afraid of initiating any kind of intimacy, I would consider this to be vague smut — maybe it should be labeled as suggestive? Probably not actually, romantic sex, making a mess with wet paint during sex, descriptions of anxiety, let me know if I missed anything!
( 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 ) ( 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 & 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ) ( 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 )
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“You have to turn around or I won’t do it,” you huff with feigned annoyance, a thin veil over your mounting anxiety. The words come out sharper than intended, a desperate attempt to mask the tremor in your voice. Changbin pouts, his lower lip jutting out in a way that’s both endearing and maddening, but he complies, turning his back to you. The playful pout is a façade, a small rebellion against the uncertainty that lingers in the air between you.
He had asked you to use him as a canvas, an unusual request that was meant to surprise and unsettle you. The idea was simple in theory but fraught with emotional complexity. During your free time, painting was your solace, a means to escape into a world where you could create beauty out of nothing. You were accustomed to painting on your own skin, using it as a blank slate for your artistic expression. But this situation was different. Changbin, your lover, was not just a body; he was a living, breathing embodiment of your deepest feelings and insecurities. His presence was electric, a constant reminder of the power he wielded over you with the slightest glance or touch.
The mere thought of painting Changbin was both thrilling and terrifying. His skin, normally the subject of your artistic fantasies, now became the canvas upon which your emotions would be laid bare. Each brushstroke would be an intimate declaration, a blend of color and sensation that went beyond mere artistry. The stakes felt incredibly high, and the vulnerability you felt was almost overwhelming. It wasn't just about the painting; it was about the raw, unspoken exchange of trust and affection that came with it. As you prepared your paints and brushes, the flutter in your chest spoke louder than words, a testament to the profound impact Changbin had on your life.
Eventually, all of your painting supplies were meticulously arranged, a testament to your preparation and anticipation. The array of colors and brushes, each placed with care, awaits the moment when they will come to life. Despite Changbin’s back being turned to you, despite the full control you have over this artistic endeavor, and despite the gentle, tender nature that defines him, an inescapable fear grips you tightly. It’s a fear that seems to rise with each breath you take, a curse that has followed you through the months of your relationship, even after four years of friendship.
You still find it nearly impossible to initiate any form of intimacy, a struggle that feels like a heavy weight on your heart. Changbin, ever perceptive and understanding, is acutely aware of your struggle. You can't help but wonder if this request to be your canvas was his way of gently nudging you past your barriers, a subtle invitation to confront your fears. The sight of his toned, bare back, illuminated by the golden sunlight streaming through your windows, is almost too breathtaking to bear. The natural light caresses his skin, highlighting the contours and making him look like a living masterpiece.
You reach for the paintbrush with a hesitant hand, your fingers trembling despite your best efforts to steady them. Each brushstroke will be a step toward bridging the gap between your fears and your desires. The internal turmoil roiling within you feels almost insurmountable, yet Changbin remains a pillar of patience and quiet support. His silence is filled with anticipation, a silent encouragement that heightens the intensity of the moment. As you begin, his breath hitches, a subtle reminder of the vulnerability and trust that this act of painting symbolizes.
“Don’t think, love,” Changbin murmurs softly, his voice a gentle whisper that seems to float in the space between you. There is a delicate fear in his tone, as if the very act of raising his voice might shatter the fragile bubble of intimacy you both are nestled within. His words are meant to soothe, to gently guide you through the swirling maelstrom of anxiety that threatens to engulf you. “Let your hand decide what to do first, like it does with every other painting.”
His encouragement is tender, a quiet plea for you to relinquish the hold of overthinking and simply trust in your own instincts. The way he addresses you, with such care and understanding, reveals his deep awareness of your inner struggle. The idea of allowing your hand to move freely, unburdened by conscious thought, is both comforting and daunting. It’s a call to embrace the organic flow of creativity, to let your artistic instincts take the lead just as they do with every other canvas.
In his gentle insistence, there is an underlying promise of safety and acceptance, a reassurance that you are not alone in this moment. His soft voice, laden with affection, is a beacon that guides you through your hesitation, offering a pathway to overcome the fear that clutches at your heart. As you absorb his words, you feel a shift within, a subtle easing of the tension as you prepare to let your hands move with the grace and freedom that Changbin so patiently encourages.
You exhale shakily, a soft, uneven breath escaping your lips as you close your eyes for a fleeting moment. The brief respite is a small sanctuary from the storm of emotions raging within you. With a deep, albeit hesitant, breath, you allow the brush to make its tentative contact with his back. The sensation is both thrilling and disconcerting, a tangible reminder of the intimacy you’re trying to navigate.
Your heart pounds erratically, lodged firmly in your throat, as if each beat is a protest against the simplicity of the act. The sensation of the brush against his skin is strangely overwhelming, and you can’t help but feel a touch of absurdity at the intensity of your reaction. The thought strikes you with a sting: why should something so seemingly simple provoke such a profound response?
You frown at the self-criticism, a mix of frustration and self-doubt clouding your thoughts. The very act that should be a natural extension of your creativity now feels like an insurmountable barrier. You remain frozen in place, the brush hovering delicately against his back, your mind tangled in a web of conflicting emotions and the weight of your own insecurities.
“First contact, good,” Changbin says softly, his voice filled with genuine warmth and encouragement. His praise, though directed at the simplest of actions, carries a weight of sincerity that pierces through your anxieties. The way he acknowledges your effort with such kindness and appreciation makes your heart swell with a mix of emotions.
Each word of praise from him feels like a tender caress, a soothing balm to your frayed nerves. It’s as if his approval alone has the power to lift the heaviness from your shoulders. Yet, amidst the comfort of his support, a pang of sorrow tugs at your heart. You can’t help but feel that Changbin, with his unwavering patience and boundless kindness, is deserving of so much more than you can offer.
The realization settles heavily within you: he is too good, too pure, and his affection for you only highlights the depth of your own insecurities. The disparity between his gentle, unselfish nature and your own self-doubt feels almost unbearable. As you grapple with the bittersweet ache of his praise, the profound sense of his worth and the feeling of inadequacy intertwine, leaving you with a lingering ache for him and the love you fear you might not fully deserve.
“I can’t do this,” you sniff, your voice trembling as you pull the brush away from his back. The words are more a cry of frustration than a simple admission of difficulty. Your hands feel unsteady, and the weight of your own insecurities feels almost too much to bear in this moment of vulnerability.
Changbin remains motionless, his presence a steady, reassuring anchor in the midst of your turmoil. Despite your agitation, he does not waver. His voice cuts through your self-doubt with a calm and unwavering reassurance. “You did good, love, you made the first contact — now keep going.”
His encouragement is gentle, yet insistent, a soft nudge to continue despite the internal resistance that threatens to pull you away. The words carry an undercurrent of faith and support, a reminder that progress has been made and that there is a path forward. Changbin’s steadiness provides a counterbalance to the storm of emotions within you, his calm demeanor a beacon of hope as you grapple with the feeling of inadequacy. His trust in your abilities and his unwavering patience offer a precious glimmer of confidence, urging you to overcome the hesitation and embrace the next step.
You found yourself caught between two conflicting desires: the longing to touch him, to feel the warmth and softness of his skin beneath your fingertips, and the impulse to abandon the entire exercise in a wave of self-doubt. It was a precarious balance, and every moment felt fraught with the tension of your inner struggle. Yet, it was Changbin’s gentle, affirming praise that kept you tethered, a constant reassurance that dispelled the doubts threatening to hold you back. His words, tender and encouraging, provided a steady anchor amidst the churning sea of your uncertainties.
Changbin’s beauty, so striking and profound, seemed almost overwhelming in its intensity. The sight of him, so effortlessly captivating, made it difficult to process your own emotions. The paintbrush in your hand danced across his back with a new fervor, as if guided by an unseen force. The vibrant hues of oranges and yellows spilled across his skin, transforming his usually plain canvas into a vibrant display of color and emotion. The image you painted was a burst of fireworks, a visual symphony meant to capture the depth of the feelings he stirred within you.
Occasionally, your free hand would find its way to his back, a tentative gesture that spoke volumes more than words could. It was a gesture of closeness and reassurance, a small but significant effort to bridge the gap between your hesitations and his unwavering support. Each touch was a deliberate step towards overcoming your fears for his sake. As you put the final touches on the painting, a sense of accomplishment washed over you. The work, now complete, was a testament to the emotions Changbin had evoked and a reflection of the journey you had navigated together.
After admiring and praising your work through the bathroom mirror, Changbin returned to kneel before you, a look of dazed contentment lingering in his eyes. The intimate moment you’d shared while painting him had left an imprint on him, and it was evident in the softened, reverent way he now regarded you. His voice, barely more than a murmur, was tinged with a gentle, almost reverential tone as he took your hands in his and requested you to touch his face.
The intensity of his gaze was nearly too much to bear, a silent plea that seemed to pierce through your defenses. You almost refused, the weight of his unspoken emotions making it difficult to act. In a bid to soften the moment and manage your own trepidation, you asked him to close his eyes. His response was immediate and graceful, a serene smile playing at the corners of his lips as he complied with your request.
Your hands trembled slightly as you lifted them to cup his face, the act both intimate and nerve-wracking. The contact was met with an immediate reaction — a shiver that coursed through his body, a physical manifestation of the deep emotional connection that had been kindled between you. The sensation of his warm skin under your trembling fingers was both grounding and electrifying, a testament to the vulnerability and trust that had been shared in this quiet, tender moment.
The shoulders were your next focus, and your fingertips traced their contours with a delicate touch, as light as a feather. Each movement was deliberate, a gentle exploration that sent ripples of sensation across Changbin's skin. You watched intently as goosebumps emerged, spreading across his body in response to your touch. Despite the palpable reaction, his eyes remained closed, a gesture of trust that deepened the intimacy of the moment.
Changbin's hands rested calmly on his knees as he continued to kneel before you, his posture a silent testament to his patience and willingness. He didn’t shift or flinch, his stillness adding to the weight of the moment. It was an experience that was both terrifying and exhilarating, a profound blend of emotions that left you on edge and in awe.
As you allowed your hands to move freely, a newfound sense of power and connection emerged. You ventured across his chest, tracing the ridges of his biceps and the smooth planes of his belly. Each touch was a discovery, a chance to map the landscape of his body and to feel the subtle changes in his breathing and muscle tension. The freedom to explore his skin, to feel the warmth and texture under your hands, was both a privilege and a revelation, marking a deepening of the bond you shared.
Eventually, a surge of bravery propelled you forward, and you allowed your lips to gently meet his. The contact was electric, an immediate and fervent exchange as he responded to your kiss with equal passion. Changbin sighed contentedly into your mouth, his lips moving with a depth and intensity that mirrored the emotions swirling between you. You surrendered to the warmth and connection of the moment, letting him lead the kiss as you immerse yourself in the shared intimacy.
As the kiss deepened, the atmosphere shifted, and soon the two of you found yourselves on the ground. The transition was both spontaneous and fluid, a natural progression of the intimate exchange that had begun with your kiss. In the heat of the moment, your hands, which had once traced delicate patterns on his back, now inadvertently smeared the artwork you had so carefully created. The paint, which had once been a canvas of emotions, was now spread across both your bodies.
Your hands roamed freely, exploring every inch of his skin, while he moved with a rhythm that was both euphoric and synchronistic. The paint became an unwitting participant in your passion, staining your bodies as you both lost yourselves in the ecstasy of the experience. The ground beneath you was forgotten, replaced by the intense connection and shared vulnerability that defined the moment.
His rhythmic movements were a symphony of whispered confessions of love, each tender murmur sending your mind drifting away on a cloud of pure pleasure. The combination of his words and actions created an overwhelming yet exhilarating sensation that filled every corner of your consciousness. Each whisper was a thread weaving into the fabric of your shared ecstasy, intensifying the connection between you.
The melodies of your intertwined breaths and muted moans became the only sounds that reverberated through your apartment, a private concert of intimacy and passion. The room was enveloped in the hushed symphony of your bodies moving together, a melody of love and desire that seemed to echo off the walls.
A thin layer of sweat formed a glistening sheen on both of your skins, the evidence of your fervent connection. The last rays of the setting sun cast a warm, fading light that mingled with the dimming hues of night, creating a soft glow that highlighted the tender vulnerability of the moment. As the daylight surrendered to the encroaching darkness, the scene became a portrait of intimate beauty, a snapshot of a night filled with profound emotional and physical connection.
It was no surprise when you both reached the pinnacle of your shared experience simultaneously. The strained, almost primal sounds that escaped you both were a testament to the overwhelming, all-consuming pleasure that enveloped you. The intensity of the moment was almost too much to bear, a crescendo of sensation and emotion that left you breathless.
Amidst the euphoria, the purity of the love you had just shared became palpable, stirring emotions so deep that tears began to roll down your cheeks. Each tear was a manifestation of the profound connection and overwhelming affection you felt for him. Your heart ached with a fierce love, and you found yourself wanting to express it with every fiber of your being.
He responded to your silent confession with words of his own, his voice tender and filled with sincerity. As he kissed away each tear that stained your cheeks, his eyes held a softness that you had never seen before, a gentle radiance that spoke of the depth of his feelings. A tender smile curved at his lips, amplifying the beauty of the moment. His presence was nothing short of devastatingly beautiful, and in that intimate, vulnerable space, you felt a profound sense of gratitude and disbelief at your fortune. To have a lover so deeply attuned to you, so wonderfully perfect in your eyes, was a gift you could scarcely believe you had received.
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Christmas Party|| Chanlix🔞
🔞!MDNI!🔞
Pairing: Dom Bang Chan x Bratty Sub Lee Felix
Genre: Childhood friends to lovers Christmas Eve smut angst(?) Crossdressing (Felix) Oneshot
Warnings: kissing, licking, biting, light name-calling (daddy, baby, baby boy) ass smacking, Daddy kink, aftercare
Summary: Chan was dared to kiss one of his childhood friends who an to visit him at a Christmas party not knowing that his best friend/ crush had seen it & left without telling him causing Chan to freak out & go looking for him.
Chan's POV
"Stop calling me Christopher!" the blonde yelled at the phone before hanging up on me.
It's 11pm on Christmas Eve & my best friend who I've been in love with since forever, just left the party without telling me.
"Come on Lix pick up, I just want to make sure you're okay" I say to my phone calling him right back.
"Did-" "Felix where the fuck are you? I've been walking around for 45 minutes looking for you!" I slightly yell I'm angry but more worry.
"& why is your location off?" I ask before he could answered my first question.
"Why does it matter? Go back to your girlfriend & your Christmas party, I don't want to see you" Felix says.
Before he got the chance to hang up I say "I'm walking into your apartment building, open the door".
"What?! Didn't I just-" I hung up before he could finish his sentence.
"Lix open the door!" I say knocking & getting impatient.
"Why are you here?" He said opening the door & walking away as I took my things off at the door.
"My best friend I went to a party with just disappeared out of nowhere, that's possibly drunk & could be anywhere that's why!"
"Ok you found me now go back to your party!" He said rolling his eyes as I stood in front of him in the living room.
"No why did you leave? & why.." I pause looking him up & down.
"Why are you mad?"
"Just go back to your girlfriend & your other friends. & FYI I'm not mad?" He said bumping past me.
"Girlfriend? Felix what are you talking about?" I say turning & quickly grabbing his wrist.
"You know exactly what I'm talking about! Just leave!" He almost yelled as he snatches from grip.
"Fe-Felix" I say low voice & taken back a bit.
"CHRISTOPHER!"
"LEE YONGBOK!" I yell back having no idea why.
"Why are you so upset!" I say no longer yelling but still loud following the younger down the hallway.
"Chis just leave it alone & go home or to your girlfriend. Just leave me alone I don't want to talk!"
Confused about this girlfriend he keep talking about, I ignored his other statements.
"What girlfriend are you talking about Lix? If I was in a relationship you would've been the first to know" I say still follow him from one room to another.
A/N POV
"I SAID I DON'T WANT TO TALK! Im DONE with this friendship. All we've done is argue since she got here 2 weeks ago. Now go! " He yells at the older.
"Are you serious?" Chan says looking in Felix eyes.
"Yes!"
"Okay," Chan said looking at him for a couple of seconds before walking out of the kitchen towards the front door.
"Chri-" he pauses before now slowly walking towards the older.
"You're not going to argue with me?" he says now watching him put on one of his shoes.
"No, I'm not" Chan says standing up straight to look at Felix.
The blonde just stared at him before speaking.
"But- but you always argue with me,”
"Not this time sunshine,” Chan says with a slightly sad smile.
"Why?" The younger says.
"You want this friendship to be over & for me to leave, right?"
The younger felt a pit in his stomach
"I'm just going to go since you don't want me here," he said now fully dressed to leave.
"Chan wait!" Felix slightly yells & reaching for Chan but ended up tripping & lightly falling into the older.
"What do you want?" Chan said looking down & slowly pushing him to stand up right.
"Don't leave,” the blonde said looking down as his face turned a light pink color.
"Why? Give me one good reason after what you just said" the older said still looking at the younger who was looking down.
"I don't want you to leave, I-I'm sorry" he say in a low voice but still loud enough for the redhead to hear.
"Not good enough!" He says as he reach for the door to leave.
"Wait! Chan don't leave please!" Felix says as he watches the other open the door.
"Chan I need you to stay be-because I... Shit Chris! I love you!" He shouts causing the older to stop & quickly turn around.
"Finally," the older says as he smashes his lips on the blonde.
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"Chan" Felix moans & whines as the older has removed his shirt kissing licking & biting from his neck to his collarbone, chest, nipples & back to his red swollen lips.
Felix's POV
"You taste so fucking good baby boy," Chan says pulling out the kiss which I didn't want to need.
I watch as he takes off his clothes. I can feel my member growing & begging to be free.
Chan already removed my shirt I'm left only in my red plaid skirt, & fish nets.
"As much as I love you in skirts especially this one take it off," Chan says pulling me from my thoughts & my eyes that were glued to his body.
"& if I don't?" I say as I watch his pants fall to the ground. "You are the one who started this, so finish it," I say lifting my legs to put my feet on the bed & to give him a little view of what's under my skirt.
"You're going to regret that baby," he said as he finally took off his boxers & grabbed my ankles & pulled me to the end of the bed.
"Shit Chris" I yell out in surprise at his fast actions & change in aura.
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A/n POV
"I" THRUST "be-" THRUST "long" THRUST "to" THRUST "you" THRUST
Chan says as he fucks the young blonde from behind.
"Come on baby say it," he says repeatedly hitting Felix's prostate
"Fuck you Chris" he barely got out from all the moaning & whining.
The older groans & smacks Felix's already red ass cheeks & thrusts harder & deeper.
"Oh fuck Daddy!"
"Fuck yes Lixie, say it again," Chan says throwing his head back & speeding up his paste.
"Yes d-daddy I'm getting close" Felix yells out.
Chan pulls out flipping him over & pushing the blonde more into his bed. Positioning himself between Felix & attaching his lips back to his again.
"You look & sound so beautiful Lixie," he says slamming back into the fucked out blonde.
After few more minutes, they both reach their climax.
Felix came first & Chan came seconds later from how tight the younger was gripping around him.
"You okay Lix?" Chan asks gently pulling the half-sleeping boy closer to him.
He hummed in response cuddling into the older, inhaling his intoxicating scent.
"Let's get you cleaned up then you can rest," Chan says now getting up.
"C-Chan I can't walk" Felix said in a low voice, not looking at his best friend out of embarrassment.
"It's okay baby, I was going to carry you anyway," Chan said tucking a strand of hair behind the blushing boy's ear, giving him a light peck on his lips.
Chan carried him to the bathroom ran the bath water & making bubbles with the blonde's favorite soap.
The older gently clean the younger & himself & also washed their hair.
"You like that huh?" "Yes Daddy," Felix says happily as Chan rinses his hair.
(I'm sorry guys I couldn't say it. lol if you know then you know)
They are now back in Felix room dry & clothes. Well Chan only has on boxers & Felix has on panties & a big T-shirt Chan gave him 3 years ago.
Almost immediately after getting in the bed & Chan pulled Felix back onto him, the young was lightly snoring with his arm tightly wrapped around Chan's waist.
Chan chuckled at the cute site before falling asleep as well.
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i’ve noticed recently that felix of stray kids has been acting sort of down, and i wanna day that i hope he’s okay. i’m not sure if he’s actually sad or anything, nor do i know why, but i want to shed some light on something i think could be affecting it. i’ve noticed that someone was making comments towards him in a very degrading manner in a recent vlive he participated in. first of all, who the fuck gave you the right to target someone like that? i am so sick of seeing people degrade others for having mental illnesses. just because you haven’t experienced it, doesn’t mean it isn’t a real thing. that’s like making fun of someone for having brain cancer and telling them that it’s all made up.
i wanna leave a personal note for felix, or chan if either happen to read this. please, please, please don’t take any of the hate directed towards you to heart. i know that it hurts, but none of it is true. every single member of stray kids, past and present, is talented and very special in his own way, and all true stays know that. a true stay accepts each member and every flaw that comes with him because absolutely no one is perfect. know that if you are ever hurting, you can always turn to stays. we love each and every one of you so much, and hope you all are happy and healthy. take care. 🖤
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read the lyrics here // chan messages you after struggling to fall asleep. so you decide to help him out the best way you can.
explicit content // fluff, subchan! (Kinda?) blowjob, smut, struggles of sleeping (insomnia) pet names.
about the artist // i’m trying a new layout let me know if you like it. i’m thinking of changing my whole page just for a little change. what do you think?
You got up from bed rubbing your eyes and threw on a pair of shorts and one of Chan’s t-shirts you had lying around. You grabbed your car keys and unplugged your phone before making your way to the dorm.
You quietly unlocked the door conscious of the other boys who might be sleeping and made your way into Chan’s room.
When you opened the door the room was filled with a dim purple light shining from above the bed. Chan had his back to you and you weren’t sure if he was asleep or not. So you quietly set your keys down on the shelf above his bed and set your bag down on the floor. You look at your boyfriend's back as the purple light cast the most perfect shadows over his muscles. He was breathtaking and he wasn’t even doing anything. You wanted to run your nails along his back and make pretty patterns. You wanted to mark him in places only you got to see, he was just so beautiful and you wish he could see himself the way you do.
“Hey Channie, are you awake?” you said quietly as you sat on the bed. You watched as he slowly turned around, his face a little swollen from sleep and eyes half shut. “You okay?” you continued as you reached out to cup his face in one of your hands.
“I’m feeling better now you’re here” he smiled leaning into your touch.
You lifted the covers and got into the bed beside him as he turned his body to face you. Lifting your arm you invited him to cuddle into your chest. He was quick to bury his head into your chest and wrap an arm around your waist. You let your chin rest atop his head and let your hand run up and down his back, tracing the outlines of his muscles.
“I’m tired” he muttered under his breath after letting out a long sigh.
“I know baby. Try and get some more sleep and I’ll be here to wake you up if I need” you explained grabbing the remote to dim the lights a little more.
“I’m scared. I hate feeling like this. You don’t understand how scary this is” he huffed.
“I know. I don’t understand how it feels. But I will be here to help you in any way I can.” You said pulling him closer to your chest.
“I’m just so frustrated with myself. Why can’t I just sleep” his voice was getting louder and more agitated as he spoke.
“Channie, baby, calm down okay. Just close your eyes and try to get some sleep.” You let your hand run through his hair and you could slowly feel him start to melt into your touch.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’ll try and get some sleep” he said closing his eyes.
You lay awake with Chan sound asleep in your arms, well not sound. A few snores escaped every now and then along with a couple deep breaths. But that was nothing out of the ordinary.
You scrolled through your phone and made sure your brightness was turned down, cautions of the sleeping man currently lying on top of you.
You felt a hand grab your waist with a firm, strong grip. The hand then travelled down to your thigh before resting there. Chan had a tendency to let his hands wander all across your body when he was asleep. Most of the time he didn’t even know he was doing it until you told him in the morning. Or sometimes he done it to help him fall asleep. He just needed to feel close and connected to you in some way to help him and give into the tiredness.
“Baby, are you awake?” You whispered putting your phone down on the table beside you.
“Yeah, I haven’t really fallen asleep”
“Yes you have Channie. You were snoring” you laughed.
“Was I, oh my god. I’m so-”
“Don’t even finish that sentence, you're fine” you interrupted. “Do you want to try sleep again or do you want to watch something?”
“I just want to be close to you” he answered as he let the hand that rested on your thigh run up and down the length of your leg.
“Ah, I get it. Is someone a little needy after their nap?” You joked.
“Stop it. You're teasing me, it’s not funny” he blushed lightly hitting your shoulder and nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck to hide his reddening face and burning ears.
“Oh my god. You are!” You laughed. “Do you think it would help you fall asleep?” You tilted your head in curiosity as you waited for him to answer.
“No. Yes. Uhhh…. I don’t know? You know I can’t control it sometimes and your wearing my shirt and those tiny shorts. I can feel your skin on mine and I just love you so much I can’t help it,” he rambled almost without taking a breath.
“You don’t need to explain yourself baby, I get it. Why don’t you sit up and let me do all the work okay? I’ll take care of you”
You let Chan sit up with his back resting against the headboard. You waved your hand to get him to sit forward so you could place all the pillows behind him to support his back. You sat in front of him between his legs, sitting up on your knees and leaning down to kiss him gently, lips barely touching.
Once pulling away you stood from the bed and removed the t-shirt you were wearing, leaving you in just your bra and shorts.
“Can you put your legs together for me baby?” You asked and without hesitation, he obeyed your order. You got back onto the bed and straddled his hips so that you were now on top of him. “Do you want to keep going?” You asked, but all you got in response was a nod.
“I know that you are tired Channie, but you need to use your words. I need to know that you want this as well”
“Yes , keep going baby. I want this,” his words were desperate as he held your hips and looked deeply into your eyes, his curls falling over his own as you brushed them away to hold eye contact.
“You know what to say if you want me to stop?” It was a rhetorical question. You knew he knew the answer. It was one of the first things you discussed at the start of your relationship so that you both knew your limits. You just needed to hear him say it out loud so you knew he was serious about it.
“Yes, now please my love. I can’t wait any longer”
You nodded your head and leaned in to kiss him again. Only this time it was more lust-filled, still slow and passionate but with more desperation behind it. You let your lips travel down his neck as you felt the soft skin of his bare chest beneath your fingertips. Eventually, your kisses made their way down his chest and along his collarbones.
“Can I touch you?” He asked sweetly looking at you with stars in his eyes, and the hope of you saying yes. Even though Chan knew you couldn’t say no to him, especially when he looked at you like you hung all the stars in the universe.
“Of course” you replied as you stopped kissing him and sat up straight. “Where do you want to touch me?”
“Can I- I want to- Your. Please don’t make me say it, you know I get shy” he giggled.
There were times when Chan certainly wasn’t shy when it came to telling you what he wanted from you in the bedroom, but that was when he was in control. When it was your turn to take over he almost became a different version of himself. A more shy and reserved version of himself, and you always found this side of him so endearing.
You took one of his hands in yours and lightly traced one of his fingers along your neck, collarbone and eventually letting it rest in your chest.
His hand cupped one of your breasts as you held it there your hand resting on top of his. Once letting go his other hand soon joined going to the other side of your chest. He slowly started to knead them with both hands, eventually moving the fabric of your bra down to feel your bare skin in his hands.
You helped him by reaching behind and unclasping the piece of clothing that was getting in his way. You placed your hands in Chan’s hair and played with the curls on top of his head as he started to pinch your nipples and roll the sensitive buds between his fingers. You held back your moans as this was time for Chan to use you to pleasure himself, plus you didn’t want to wake anyone else who was in the dorm. But instead of holding back your moans, you came up with a better solution.
If you start telling Chan how he was making you feel, you could suppress the noises that were trying to leave your mouth, but you could also watch his eyes light up as you told him how good of a job he was doing.
“Feels so good baby, keep going. You're doing so well for me” you rambled as he continued to play with your nipples and knead at the skin around them. His eyes locked onto yours as you praised him and you saw that all too familiar, sparkle in his eyes. “You’re doing so well baby, but why don’t you let me take over now, yeah”
“Okay, but I want you to feel good as well” he almost pouted as you were telling him to stop.
“I will don’t worry my sweet baby boy. Making you feel good will make me feel just as good. I promise. I love watching you come undone under my control, it’s one of my favourite things to do”
You let Chan continue to play with your breasts a little more as you started to roll your hips into his already-growing bulge. Your slow but continuous motions caused the ache between his legs to grow along with yours. He felt so good underneath you like this, you could feel yourself getting more and more aroused as you continued your motions, you wanted to feel him inside you, but for now, you would have to put your pleasure aside and focus on the man underneath you because right now that was the only thing that mattered to you.
You sat up on your knees again removing Chan’s hands from your body and laying beside him with your head on his shoulder. You took one of his hands in yours and used your other to rub the bulge in his shorts. You removed your hand after lightly tracing your finger along his dick a few times with light touches as you watch his legs tense with every small movement. You tapped his hip asking him to lift them up, putting your hand in the waistband of his shorts and removing them, throwing them to the floor.
“No pants on Channie? We’re you waiting for this?” You asked.
“No, I wasn’t wearing anything and when you said you were coming over I threw these on” he explained a small blush appearing on his cheeks and the tips of his ears.
“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before baby” you replied.
Before he could reply you wrapped your hand around his length and brushed your thumb across the tip spreading the pre cum that has already leaked from his red tip.
A soft moan escaped from Chan’s lips as he threw his head back in pleasure. You let a drop of spit fall down onto his dick and let your hand slowly move up and down his length. You were still holding one of Chan’s hands in yours as you laced your fingers together with a firmer grip. You let your lips connect with his once again as you continued the painfully slow movements on his length.
Your mouth swallowed the beautiful deep moans be was letting out as you began to speed up the movement of your hand. Chan pulled away from the kiss breathlessly and looked into your eyes as you ran your fingers through his hair, lightly tugging the curls at the nape of his neck.
“I need your mouth baby, I need to feel you. Please” he pleaded.
You nodded your head and quickly got to work. Tonight was all about Chan and you would do whatever he asked to make him feel good. Your lips travelled down his neck to his chest, leaving small red marks as you sucked on the skin. You sat back on your knees to admire the work as his soft white skin slowly became littered with dark purple marks only you got to see. You moved lower down the bed until you were lying on your stomach between your boyfriend's muscular legs.
Taking both hands and wrapping them around his length you kissed and nipped at his thighs giving him a few pumps before attaching your mouth to the tip kissing a few times, pulling back and licking your lips you could taste the salty pre cum on your lips as you ran your tongue along them.
You finally wrapped your lips around his length using your hands to stroke the base that you couldn’t fit in your mouth. Chan’s dick was long but also thick, he was perfect. He always reached the deepest parts inside of you and the stretch when he first pushed inside was something you don’t think you will ever get used to.
Each time you brought your head up you let your tongue trail along the underside of his dick where a thick vein ran from the base all the way to the tip. You used one of your hands to hold onto one of Chan’s wrists making him release the tight grip he had on the bedsheets. You brought his hand to the back of your head, he firmly gripped your hair gathering it all at the nape of your neck making a makeshift ponytail.
“Take my hand baby, squeeze it twice if it gets too much okay?” He explained as you opened your hand with your palm facing outwards. You laced your fingers together once again as Chan started to move your head up and down.
You let your other hand rest on one of his thighs as you gripped the skin tightly, you could feel his muscles contracting every time he pushed your head back down. He was letting out small whimpers as he bit his lip trying to stay quiet, but as you continued he only got louder and more vocal.
“Fuck, baby you feel amazing. I don’t think I’m going to last so much longer” he moaned through jagged breaths, his voice now getting deeper as he spoke. It was almost a low growl and the sound only turned you on more, you could feel the wetness growing between your legs as you pushed your hips into the bed to try and create some friction as well as squeezing your thighs together.
He pushed your head down one last time farther than he ever has before as you felt him hit the back of your throat. He was letting himself go, before you knew it his hand stopped the movement of your head and this time it was his hips that were pushing his dick to the back of your throat. His movements were fast and rigid, as he desperately tried to chase his high. He used his hand to push your head down and stop you from pulling away making sure he was pushed as far down your throat as he could.
“Ah, fuck baby I’m cumming. Shit!” He moaned loudly as you felt him release into your mouth. The salty liquid went straight to the back of your throat, but Chan was giving no sign of releasing the grip on the back of your head.
You squeezed his hand twice and he was quick to let go as you could feel yourself becoming breathless, a small gag leaving your throat.
You removed his length from your mouth and left a few kisses to the tip before running your tongue along that one thick vein one last time to clean him up.
After finally sitting up you looked at Chan who had his head resting against the shelfs on the headboard of the bed behind him, face flushing red.
He opened his arms for you as you settled on his chest, he was still breathing heavily and you could feel his heart beating out of his chest. There were small drops of sweat that trickled down his chest to his toned abs, you loved that you could make him feel this way and make him fill with pleasure.
You pulled the covers over the both of you and tangled your legs together, your hand rested on his chest as you drew small circles around the marks you left, and kissed his shoulder one last time.
“If the boys weren’t already awake they certainly are now” you laughed.
“I wouldn’t be laughing just yet baby girl. Let’s see how quiet you can be when I return the favour” he smirked placing a kiss on your temple as you both closed your eyes and fell asleep.
It’s safe to say that if you want to help Chan fall asleep all he needs is some cuddles a good head. Which you certainly don’t mind doing.
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